Swordsman Without a Name

Triumph

The Blue Golok immediately channeled his pure air to stop the blood that kept coming out of his wound. The wound was very painful, he had already felt the wounds of various heirloom weapons hundreds or maybe thousands of times.

But nothing is as painful and painful as this. Now he became very convinced that the sword used by the young man was not an indiscriminate heirloom.

The sense of wanting to have more and more stirred in his chest. The spirit to fight with all his might became smoldering again.

The blood stopped flowing. Cold sweat is no longer coming out. Although the pain of the opponent's sword had not disappeared, but he did not confuse it.

He is not an easy person to complain. Moreover, giving up just because of trivial things.

The principle of his life, rather than having to give up, was better to die at the hands of the enemy. He was not a coward, nor did he have any intention at all to become a coward.

Although he is one of the heretical warriors, but the principle of swordsman is sometimes always used by him.

The night is getting darker. The wind is getting cold. Everything seems calm. No one talks between the two of them.

Liu's tree swayed in the Western wind. The sound of crickets breaking the silence of the night.

Suddenly the Blue Golok attacked back towards the Nameless Swordsman.

Yet the attack he was launching at the moment, was far different than all the previous attacks.

His movements are getting more agile. The attack was also very quick. The aura of killing felt increasingly condensed. It could be a great possibility that the Blue Gauge had unleashed its power to the highest point.

The cleaver points to the right neck. But the Nameless Swordsman had already dodged. Not yet finished the first attack, the second attack came again. This time it was a puncture leading to the waist.

The Nameless Swordsman did not shy away. He's not a coward and not that kind of person.

As soon as the opponent's machete shot out to give it a stab at him, the Dragon Sword and Tiger immediately shook violently.

"City …"

Clashes happen. Sparks soared up and vanished like dreams.

The Blue Golok still did not expect that the young swordsman was still able to fend off. Though the attack he had just launched had used up ten parts of the inner energy.

No wonder, the energy in this young swordsman is perfect. His whole life, he had never met anyone like him.

The blade and the sword are still attached. Two warriors were still eye-to-eye. But no one spoke of them. For now, what speaks is not the mouth.

Except guns.

The Nameless Swordsman pushed back the opponent's cleaver. His right leg immediately kicked the opponent's chest.

This move was done very quickly. No one will suspect it. Even the Blue Gollok did not expect.

'This 'young rider is truly outstanding' his inner self while trying to get back in position.

The Nameless Swordsman took a few steps back. Not to end the fight. It is difficult for him to fight but no one wins or loses.

This is a beginning.

The beginning of the battle.

"Rain Lightning Million Swords …"

The last move is out. The Dragon Sword and Tiger suddenly flashed in the middle of the night. The people who witnessed this fight were trying to stay away as much as possible. They do not want to be the victim of wrongful targeting.

Some are crawling, some even roll their bodies just to get away from the fight.

They know that this is a terrible move.

The Nameless Swordsman had already attacked with his most formidable moves. The sword seemed to scatter from all sides. Thunder explosions sounded nonstop. Lightning strikes struck in all directions. Even the Blue Golok felt himself being struck by the lightning.

In just a few moments of buzz, the Nameless Swordsman had fully mastered the situation.

Blood spilled to all areas. The Dragon Sword and Tiger had pierced right in the middle of the throat.

The Blue Gollocks let out a stifled voice. He wanted to talk, but could not because the opponent's sword was still stuck in his neck.

Seeing that, the Nameless Swordsman immediately pulled out his sword from the opponent's throat.

"I-I lost, you're great. Ha-be careful! Your life is threatened, there are people present in the darkness,"

His voice disappeared immediately. Because his life was also lost. He collapsed to the ground in a prone position. Fresh blood still continued to pour out from his throat.

Ten of the Blue Golok's men were very frightened. What if they were killed too?

Unknowingly they approached Cakra Buana to plead not to be killed. But before they spoke, the Nameless Swordsman spoke first.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. For you still do not deserve to die under my sword" said Cakra Buana coldly.

Without stopping his steps, he again walked through the darkness of the forest. His sword was wrapped neatly back. He knew that there was someone present, unfortunately too late to realize.

It seemed that the person present was also not an indiscriminate swordsman. Especially until its existence is almost undetectable.

If not equal to the Blue Golok, it must be his ability on it.

The young man in white walked in calm steps. He likes to enjoy the darkness of the night. Especially in a quiet place.

Sometimes some people may sound strange.

In a crowded place they feel lonely, but in a quiet place they feel crowded.

The night changed by morning.

The new sun shows its rays in the eastern horizon. The sound of a rooster was heard in the distance. Birds chirped, the villagers began to work on their daily activities.

A young man walking alone in the woods.

He is none other than Cakra Buana.

He only slept for a few hours in a tree. Not unable to rent a room, but precisely because last night he traveled, this forest felt very long.

He had already followed the directions made from the board. He was sure the clue was right showing the way. But that belief is now gone.

Because until this moment, not the village or the countryside he met. The forest and the forest again.

But Cakra Buana is not a young man who gives up easily and despair. As long as his life was still there he would never know the word surrender and despair.

To him, such people were weak people. They cannot think clearly, they cannot use God-given reason. So that created those two words.

He's still walking. At the end of the building there looks quite large old.

There must be life there.

Cakra Buana accelerates the pace with the science of lightening the body. In just an instant, the Nameless Swordsman had arrived at his destination.

An ancient temple was plastered before his eyes. The temple was very old, even some corners of the building were already dilapidated.

"Where did you come from?" suddenly from inside the temple came a religious leader. Like a monk, but like not a monk.

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Maybe someone wants to comment, are there still words that are not suitable? If yes, sorry.

Honestly, I imitate Khu Lung's temperature writing style, although it can't really be like her, but only to admire her. In writing, he is free as a cloud. That's why he was nicknamed "The Free Sukma"