Swordsman Without a Name

Red Light From Hell

Everyone in the dilapidated building was similarly shocked. In Sin was also surprised. But only briefly, because the next second the laughter of the twenty beggars was heard again.

"Hahaha, foreign boy, if you knew from the beginning, then why did you just follow what our colleague said?" ask a beggar to Cakra Buana.

"Why? My intention from the beginning was to share. Anyone who needs my help, as long as I can help, then surely I will help him. Whoever that guy is. Including like your partner, I know he's rotten. But because I asked for help in a good way, I helped him. My kindness problem was answered by tubal water, it was a problem of backwardness. The risk of trying to be a good person is like that,"

"Hemm, a foreign boy who's good at talking,"

"Isn't that the truth? You parents must understand better that fellow humans, we are required to help while we can,"

"All your words are true and correct. It's just that you're a little mistaken,"

"Continue," said Cakra Buana telling the old man to continue his words.

"You should know and should always remember that people in the martial world are almost all cunning. They're more concerned with personal matters than joint affairs,"

"I already know that. But it feels impossible from so many people in the martial world if everything is rotten heart. Ten twenty percent, there must be some sincere ones, too,"

"Do you want to talk that you belong to people like that?"

"Either. I can't be sure. Because everyone has a different view,"

"You are smart. But impressed innocently. Maybe you won't live long" said another beggar.

"The life and death of man has been arranged. What am I afraid of?"

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"Absolutely not,"

"Why? If we all go forward in unison, you're still not afraid?"

"No. What am I afraid of?"

"Why aren't you afraid?"

"Because I'm confident in my abilities. I'm sure of what I have" said Cakra Buana.

The answer is short, solid, clear. He would rather be like this when dealing with people like them. Intentionally bragging in order to master his opponent's lust.

"It's so arrogant,"

"I am arrogant. Wh why? You guys don't accept? If so, please go ahead," said the Nameless Swordsman challenging the twenty members of the Black Beggar Party.

Suddenly the two dozens of people felt their chests hot. Like a fire watered with oil. Explode their anger.

"Little bastard, you must remember that this is China. Not the Land of Pasundan. Tell me your name so you can bury it by name,"

"My name is Cakra Buana. People used to call me the Nameless Swordsman,"

"The smell of kencur dares to wear such a high nickname. Come, let your master tell you how high the heavens are thick as the earth,"

An old grandfather who was allegedly the leader of the twenty people, directly lunged at Cakra Buana. He used a yellow bamboo stick that was as hard as steel.

Buana's chakra leaped into the middle of the room while dodging the first attack the old man had launched. The other nineteen beggars retreated and formed a circle.

"Take off your weapon" the old man snapped.

"No. I don't want to kill you. Because if my weapon had been revoked, he wouldn't have reentered it before it took a toll,"

"Omong empty …"

"Grush …"

He attacked again. His feet stepped forward and the bamboo stick swept from the bottom to the right and left. Follow up later with a left leg kick. The bamboo stick poked the abdomen, but the Cakra Buana could still avoid it easily.

His movements look slow. But it's actually very fast. He managed to retake all the attacks given by the old beggar's grandfather.

Grandpa was angry. He snapped out loud then lunged at the Nameless Swordsman. The yellow bamboo stick changed its movements. The sodokan given by the old man increasingly showered the young man's body.

But the Nameless Swordsman was still calm. His feet followed the rhythm of the opponent's game step by step. Both hands formed a footprint and then gave a blow to empty hands.

A violent surge of energy came crashing towards the old man. But he managed to annihilate that energy with just a stroke of his cane.

"Take out your weapon so I can unleash full power. I'm not a coward who kills an unarmed man" the old man said as before.

Cakra Buana can only surrender. Actually he did not want to pull out his sword. Moreover, his opponent was only a middle-class swordsman. But as it continued to be forced, so he took out as well.

The Dragon and Tiger Swords were still wrapped in white cloth.

"Please. My weapon's been held,"

"Strike me first,"

"No. I don't want to kill you,"

"I attack if you're not a coward" the old man snapped.

He's very confident. Especially after knowing that the foreign youth was unable to provide any meaningful resistance.

But he was actually fooled. Not unable to fight, Cakra Buana is deliberately.

The white cloth suddenly fell to the floor. A red light flashed splitting the empty air. A scream was heard right then and there.

The old grandfather was dead.

His throat was shedding a lot of fresh blood. He died without giving any meaning. Everyone was so surprised.

They did not see how the young man did it. Moreover, he had already returned exactly to his original position.

His sword was still wrapped neatly in a white cloth. His body position was completely like before.

No one knew how the young man did it.

No sharp weapons. There is only death.

They just found out that the red light was a light from hell.

Everyone present there felt a great fear. Their leader could be killed very easily.

What kind of a move is that?

A cold sweat soaked the whole body of the nineteen beggars. They're shaking. And more so in Sin.

He's sorry. Why do we realize we have the wrong victim?

"Is anyone still curious? If there is, please go forward," said Pendekar Without a Name calmly.

No one answered that word. After all, who would dare to raise their voice?

But suddenly, four sharp weapon rods struck Cakra Buana from behind. His speed was decent, but it was still very far away to be able to injure him.

He turned the body. The red light came out again. The movement of the light was very fast. Four times the light flashed, four heads were out of place.

Blood gushed out in all directions. The four bodies of the beggar collapsed simultaneously.

The remaining fifteen beggars felt even more terrified. All his life, they had just experienced something like this.

"In Sin, aren't you curious about me?" ask Cakra Buana while smiling gently.

"Sorry sir, my goodness. Let me live, geez," she said in fear.

"I'm not going to kill you. My sword is too precious if it is used to chop off your head. It's just that I warn you, don't see me again in the future. For if you meet, it means your death has come,"

The words of Cakra Buana changed. No longer friendly. There is no more smile. There is only death.