Swordsman Without a Name

The Thirty Ghost Formation

Cakra Buana is already walking back in the middle of the market while continuing to make donations for those who are in need. He no longer thought about how fate would be In Sin and his comrades.

The all-white young man continued to explore the contents of the market to the corners of the village to provide assistance. Because of everything he did selflessly, then his name quickly spread throughout the entire corner.

A foreigner in white. Generous and selfless.

In that dilapidated building. In Sin and the other fourteen beggars were still stunned at what had just happened before them.

The fifteen beggars were still wondering in his heart. Is what they saw real? What just happened wasn't a dream?

In Sin is aware of the faster daydreaming. He ordered the other beggars to bring the bodies of their comrades before the chairman.

"Now we must quickly leave this place. Report to the chairman what happened. I will investigate where the man went" said In Sin, giving orders to another beggar.

They answered simultaneously. Five bodies were brought. Even his head was also brought as evidence for the head of the branch.

After his comrades left, he also immediately darted away from the dilapidated building. The goal is to find traces of Cakra Buana.

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Cakra Buana is now being surrounded by dozens of unknown people. He was on the edge of a village forest. The matter of who those dozens of people were, he had no idea at all.

Because they suddenly surrounded him when Cakra Buana distributed gold pieces to the citizens. Because dozens of people have revoked the weapon, al the results of the situation there immediately boisterous.

The people fled as far away as possible. Children who are playing in front of the house, pulled by their parents to hide. Of course everyone understands. And for the citizens there, things like this have become an everyday sight.

Every day, there was always a fight between warriors against other warriors. Between one party and another party. Or between this college, with that college.

Fortunately, the martial world has made official rules. Everyone who cannot be silat is forbidden to be killed. The rules turned out to be acceptable even though not all warriors obeyed them.

The atmosphere in the village instantly became empty hopping. It is no different from a dead village.

In his heart Cakra Buana did not feel surprised at all. Especially before he had known that he had indeed been set to be a fugitive by a group of people.

Nor did he need to ask who the besiegers were. Because after being recalled, the young man already knew the answer.

Didn't he some time ago already look for trouble with the Seven Cruel Heart Robbers?

Now there were dozens of people surrounding themselves with various kinds of weapons that had been brandished. If not a member of the Seven Cruel-Cautious Robbers, who else?

"Where is your leader?" asked the Nameless Swordsman with his loud voice.

"Our leader is too holy to intervene to kill a lowly human like you" replied one besieger.

"Is your leader really holy? Hemm, then do you think you can kill me. Let alone tens of people, a hundred people even though it still doesn't feel enough,"

"Foreign youth who do not know manners. Your mouth is so spicy. If indeed you are great, try to break through this Thirty Ghost Formation," said the alleged leader of the besiegers.

"Do as you please if you really want to be finished. I won't hesitate anymore" she said coldly.

The clothes he had tied on his shoulders. The Dragon Sword and Tiger were already grasped in the left hand. Although the white cloth he had not yet come off, but his prestige was enough to make the fur stand up.

"Prepare the arrogant young man,"

"By pleasure. Let me show you that the Land of Pasundan is not cans," Cakra Buana said with a cynical smile.

At once the thirty people made a formation. The formation is arguably very good. Because after the Cakra Buana observed for a while, there was no shortage at all, except a little. All lines successfully mastered. Weakness can be covered. Each other help each other.

Formations have been formed. Now it was time to start a battle against an arrogant foreign youth.

Ten people simultaneously advanced simultaneously. All sides are filled by two people. Ten beams of cleaver light through the air split the wind.

The Cakra Buana is still not moving. He stared at the ten rays with a savage gaze similar to that of a tiger.

And he was a tiger.

As soon as the ten people were near the distance, the Nameless Swordsman moved.

The Dragon Sword and Tiger were already uprooted. He's not for serious attacks. But just fishing to know how this Thirty Ghost Formation works.

Two men were targeted by the heirloom sword. But suddenly four people appeared behind him who attacked back. The two men retreated backwards.

The Buana chakra moves to the other side. Turns out the same result. He spun around all corners, the results remained similar.

He managed to draw a conclusion. That means the two people were just a lure. While the actual attack is located in four people who will follow. Two receding backwards, four advancing forward.

"Hemm, interesting. All right, let's see," muttered the Nameless Swordsman.

"Dragon Flying in Space …"

"Light Pursue the Prey …"

Two death moves from each of the sacred books he has issued immediately. The Nameless Swordsman relied on his speed to break through this great formation.

Because that is the way that can be relied upon to break the formation.

With speed.

If you rely on violence, it is he himself who will be battered. Only at that speed could the Thirty Ghost Formation be broken.

Buana's chakra shot rapidly around those thirty people. A white light flashed like a demon looming in broad daylight. He had not attacked seriously just trying to distract himself.

And it turns out the results are in line with expectations. The Thirty Ghost Formation began to waver. They lose concentration because they feel dizzy. The mistake of such people was due to following the swift movements of the Nameless Swordsman.

Once he saw the opportunity, a dangerous attack was immediately launched.

A red light pierced the defensive fort. Twice it flashed, one head rolling to the ground. Blood spurting.

The formation is getting messy.

The Nameless Swordsman is getting serious in his actions. The Dragon Sword and Tiger spun rapidly in the form of Lightning Chasing a Prey.

No matter how much his opponent dodged the attack, still the heirloom sword always followed him from any direction.

It doesn't even look like a sword.

But it looks like an angel. The Angel the Lifter.

The white light was again. The screams sounded heartbreaking.

Two people collapsed with their stomachs badly injured. The stomach was immediately scattered out.