Swordsman Without a Name

Prepare Yourself

Even according to Consort Anjani, it was even easier to kill ten or even twenty other figures who were equivalent to a Pair of Grandparents and Grandmother Sakti, than to have to kill both.

Although his side now has the power and ability that no doubt, but anyway they are still human.

As a human being, death will come. It is impossible for a human being to not die.

On the other hand, above the sky was still the sky. Under the earth, there are other layers of earth.

They may be strong. But it is not impossible that there are also people who are much stronger.

For example, the No Name Swordsman. His abilities that had now been increased were extremely sharp. He is very different from himself a few years ago.

If it is likened again, maybe the old Cakra Buana, there is nothing compared to the present Cakra Buana.

It is not an exaggerated parable. It is a very suitable parable. Very fitting.

"Then, what should we do?" asked Prabu Katapangan slightly raised his tone.

"The problem is already over. Why don't we just throw a fuss over the entire Royal Palace?"

"You mean?"

"We have an open war between our side and the other side" said Consort Anjani.

"Are you not speaking wrong?"

"Absolutely not,"

"If war were to be fought, wouldn't many lives be lost?"

"Devil deaf. Why are you thinking about other people? Dead or not dead, what does that have to do with us? Soldiers can be found. But this entire Royal treasure, where can it be searched again?"

For the umpteenth time, Prabu Katapangan silenced back. He did not dare to answer. Especially if you fight.

"So you're round with this?" asked Prabu Katapangan after thinking for some time.

"Of course,"

"alright. Everything I leave to you,"

"Well," replied Concubine Anjani with a knotty smile.

'It used to be destroyed, now it will destroy, ' the cruel woman's inner self.

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The Nameless Swordsman and the others had already finished deliberating. They have made plans again. This time, those people didn't want to go into hiding.

They will do it in a blatant way. Everyone's determination is round. Dead, yes dead. Life, yes life.

Dead now or dead later, same thing. Even dying by, because or by any means, is still dead.

The people who are involved in it are not people who are afraid of death. They are not cowardly people.

What they are going to do, has been carefully calculated. Caring for lives lost, as long as the goal can be achieved, what is wrong? Doesn't every struggle require 'expenditure'? If the struggle is small, then the expenditure is also small. But if the struggle is big, then of course the necessary expenditure will also be large, is not it?

The sun is already overhead. Its rays are so bright they shine a light on the universe. The wind blows lessening the heat effect of it.

The Nameless Swordsman was sitting in a diner. He had just finished filling his stomach. In front of him were two wine jars. The young man sat alone.

Where are the others?

Whoever stands in his way, as long as that person is his enemy, he will kill him. Every enemy must die.

That determination was already rooted in him. No one will be able to remove it.

Cakra Buana is downing a palm. At that moment, suddenly a yellow-clothed young man whose age was not much different from his own stepped inside the diner.

Steps calm. But his pair of eyes were sharp. He looked around. His eyes stopped right at the moment the young man looked towards Cakra Buana.

Whether intentional or not, but suddenly the two eyes clashed. The invisible sparks of fire collide. The blood in the chest of the young man who had just entered felt intensely turbulent.

He sensed there was another carrier from the gaze of the Nameless Swordsman. His whole life, just this once in vain experienced something like just now.

I don't know since when, know the young man was already in front of the Cakra Buana table. He smiled wryly as he continued to look into his eyes.

"You're a Nameless Swordsman, aren't you?"

"Not wrong. Is there anything you want to tell me?" tanya Cakra Buana is trying to stay friendly.

"Ah, no. I just want to sit down with you" replied the young man.

"Please, I'll gladly accept you,"

The young man sat down. Cakra Buana swigged his palm back. But just now that the palm jar was stuck in his mouth, suddenly there was a cold and sharp wind blowing at a speed that was difficult to explain.

Five poisonous knives were thrown out.

The two are very close together. Just stuck by the dining table. With such incredible speed, the Nameless Swordsman should not be able to escape the threat of the five flying knives.

But again it is unfortunate. The target of the young man was Cakra Buana, the young man who bore the title of No Name Swordsman. Although it was true that the attack was very close and very dangerous, but these two things were still not enough to kill him.

The crapp!!! The crapp!!! The crapp!!!

Five flying knives that know already stuck right in his palm jar. The entire blade shaft was slashed into the urn.

This incident was beyond the expectations of the young stranger. At first he thought that his attack would be successful. The plan will go smoothly. But allegedly, all his estimates missed far.

Meanwhile, Cakra Buana was currently looking at the yellow-clothed young man's face fixedly. His eyes grew sharp. Anger was evident on the face of his face.

"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?" ask her with a deep voice.

"You don't need to know who I am. Right now all you need to know is that everyone wants your death" he replied with a cold smile.

Even though Cakra Buana already looks angry, but in fact the young man's face still looks calm. It shows no fear or fear.

"Go away" Cakra Buana said as he waved his hand as a gesture.

The yellow-clothed youth immediately left upon hearing the order. He didn't say anything anymore. In just a blink of an eye, the shadow of his body was already nowhere to be seen anymore.

The tense atmosphere in the diner was gone. The visitors who know of the incident, can now breathe a sigh of relief again.

Why didn't the Nameless Swordsman kill him? Why would he let that young man leave just like that?

The reason is there is only one.

Cakra Buana did not kill him because he felt no need to intervene. In addition, he is saving his energy. Both inside and outside.

Something more important was already waiting in plain sight. Only three days left, Cakra Buana will again make something electrifying.