Swordsman Without a Name
A Voice
Why would the people of the Royal Palace want to be moved by Karmalaya? Were they his minions who infiltrated the Kingdom? Or are they the ones who have betrayed?
Long time No Name Swordsman was silent. Really, this incident had never been imagined in his mind.
In fact, not only was he shocked, including the figures who were on his side also felt the same way. They're shocked not to get stuck. Moreover, a Pair of Grandpa and Grandmother Sakti. The White Starling and the Bodas Crow are also the same.
The four old men did not understand. They also did not expect that something like now would happen.
The wind blows back. The Nameless Swordsman's clothes fluttered grandly.
"So it's true that they're your people?" cakra Buana asked after a long silence.
"Why ask me? Wouldn't you rather ask them directly?" karmalaya answered more and more haughty.
"I've never talked to a rotten man like that,"
"Then, yes, yes. I wouldn't answer if you asked me, either,"
"I won't ask you either,"
Karmalaya did not answer with words. The answer he gave was a creepy laugh that echoed throughout the forest. The leaves of the tree fall off due to the deep energy vibrations that result from the sound of the laughter.
The Nameless Swordsman realized one thing. It turned out that in comparison, the old man before him was currently much stronger compared to the Thousand Shadow Stick.
"In addition to being good at trickery, it seems that you are also good at hiding your true abilities" whined Cakra Buana.
"Hahaha. I don't think you even know about it,"
"But what a pity," lamented the Nameless Swordsman as he sighed.
"What's so unfortunate?"
"Even if you are much stronger than the Thousand Shadow Stick, you still cannot afford to kill me,"
Cakra Buana is telling the truth. Even if there were five or six Karmalaya, they were still not worthy opponents of the Nameless Swordsman.
On the other hand, hearing Cakra Buana's words just now, Karmalaya was instantly enraged. Rage flared. As well as his grudge that continues to burn because of the death of his colleagues.
"Labour. We prove it now!!!" he snaps it loud.
Yush!!!
As soon as his words were finished, the old man directly attacked the Nameless Swordsman. The old man suddenly pulled out a sharp machete tucked in his left waist.
The glow of the cleaver is shiny. The machete and the eve of death soon mixed into one. Karmalaya immediately attacked with his flagship style.
The Radical Dance Over the Fire has been issued. The shadow of the machete vanished from the sight of the eye. What appeared to be only a glittering white light in the sky began to confine the body of the Nameless Swordsman.
The young man smiled coldly. He was waiting for the right moment to move. As soon as he found the opportunity to look forward to, Cakra Buana pulled his foot a step back.
The right hand was directly used to pull out the Dragon and Tiger Sword.
Kingg!!! The branch!!!
The sword felt slashing the skin. The gleaming red light covered the glittering white light earlier. Sparks of fire visible.
The Karmalaya Gollok stopped in the middle of the road. A sword had already resisted his attack right in the middle.
Kamrlaya pushed her naive weapon. After that he jumped back to take a step back.
Yush!!!
His attacks are getting faster and more intense. No more evasive gaps for the Nameless Swordsman. All exits are sealed. As well as the attack. The closer the closer the closer.
The branch!!!
A machete was thrown hard behind. That incident was just a blink of an eye. No one can see it clearly. Even Karmalaya herself was shocked to death.
He didn't understand, why would the young man still be able to withstand his strike?
Though Karmalaya is very sure that the style of the machete is very terrible. In the Land of Pasundan, not many people are able to withstand the style. Especially if it is issued to all abilities.
Seeing the reality that was opposite to his delusion, the old man immediately went limp. All his power was lost not because. His head shrank for a moment. His whole life, only now had he experienced something like this.
If so, what can he do now?
Meanwhile, the surprised turned out not only Karmalaya alone. Everyone on his side is the same. The Royal warriors who were brought, some almost fell from the branches of the tree because they were so shocked.
"Do you believe it now?" asked the Nameless Swordsman while smiling mockingly.
Karmalaya just shut up. Silence is the sign.
In any case, inevitably the old man had to believe. Everything had happened, so it was impossible that he still did not believe the young man's words before.
"A swordsman without a machete, like a man without life," said Pendekar Unnamed further.
Everyone who is involved in the martial world knows this parable. For some people, losing a life is much better than losing a weapon in a fight.
In fact, some warriors are not reluctant to finish their own lives after the weapon fell or separated from the grasp of his hand.
But Karmalaya is completely different from everyone else. Not only did the old man not kill himself, he did not feel any shame at all.
"Hahaha .. Pendekar Unnamed was indeed not an empty nickname. Your ability really amazed me, but, would you still be able to survive if the people I brought intervened?"
The sound is still the same. Still loud. Still full of arrogance.
"A man who has no face. If I were you, I would kill myself. It is better to be able to do than to be ashamed" said Sian-li Bwee Hua.
Karmalaya only glanced at the beautiful girl. Then he laughed back.
"Why are you still silent? Isn't now the best time to kill?" karmalaya said as she looked at the people of the Royal Palace she was carrying.
Senopati, head soldiers and others are ready to launch an attack. Their weapons have been shaken. Eve death again felt pressing down on the forest.
Just now that those people were intending to launch the first attack, suddenly everyone felt a tremendous pressure. The animals in the depths of the forest rang unnoticed.
The wind blew away everything around.
"After continuing the attack, I make sure life is at stake. Not only you, but your family will also die,"
That voice sounds so sweet. Screamy. Authoritatively at once. Among the people present, it felt like no one had such a voice. Both women and men.
A light blue light illuminated this dark, creepy night. The light also brought cold.
The Royal Palace people who were there gasped in shock. They wanted to run, but unfortunately they didn't. Because right at that moment, the owner of the voice had already revealed himself.
