Swordsman Without a Name

Robber

A luxurious house stood in the middle of a prosperous village. A single spear-tall wall surrounded the luxurious building. Bright lights are in every corner.

The house is pretty good. Inside the courtyard were many blooming flowers. Bwees, cherry blossoms, even tulips, all the beautiful flowers are there.

Not far from the flower garden there is a fish pond filled with beautiful fish. They swim here and there cheerfully.

Other houses lined up. Although not as big as the luxury house earlier, but at least not too bad also for people who live in prosperous villages.

The moon is in the middle of the head. The fragrant smell of blooming flowers piercing the nose makes comfortable every human feeling.

Bats fly to eat. The wind blew away the dust and the dry leaves.

This atmosphere is very pleasing. Everyone will feel the same peace and comfort.

But that calmness and comfort must disappear. Because suddenly ten people dressed in black were jumping agilely like a squirrel on the roof of a house.

Ten people wore a veil that covered their faces. It is not clear who or where they came from.

At that time, the situation in the village was already quiet. People are sleeping with their dreams. Including the residents of the luxury house earlier.

One new one passed by. Residents who conduct night patrols around the area. But they did not see ten people on the roof of the house.

Now they are in the courtyard of a luxurious house. There were a few guards there. Seeing the strangers visiting at night, the guards were on alert.

They immediately attacked, although afraid, but because it had become an obligation, then they had to brave themselves.

Unable to reach the men in black uniforms, the five house guards had collapsed. Two black needles were lodged in the chests of the guards.

So mean.

The ten people immediately shared the task with their colleagues. They spread out to all corners of the house. Five people came in, five others stood guard in front of the house, afraid that someone might find out.

One large room in a forced demolition. The person in black uniform instantly pulled out his cleaver.

"Give up all your belongings if you still want to live" said one of them.

The plug was stuck to the neck. Once in a gorok, life must have been lost.

Under threat, of course the hosts felt very frightened. His wife was crying hysterically. But the husband tried to stay strong. He took the treasure that was there and handed it to the stranger.

"Don't yell, once you yell, I guarantee you there won't be any survivors,"

Finished saying so, they immediately went out to contact their colleagues to inform them that the task had been completed.

They immediately jumped away. Naas, the people who do night patrol see it.

They're caught.

"Most out!! Move over!!"

The screams immediately echoed. The other residents immediately came out. Ten people in black uniforms felt extremely furious.

Without saying much, they immediately threw dozens of poisonous needles at the citizens. Since they did not understand at all about secret weapons and silat science, there would naturally be no chance for him to save himself.

But once dozens of needles almost hit the residents, suddenly there was a roll of wind that knocked out the attacks of the robbers.

"Who are you? If you dare show yourself," snapped a robber.

"Grush …"

On his back was a picture of a dragon and a tiger.

Cakra Buana the Nameless Swordsman.

Yes, it is, he is the one. The young man came just in time.

The ten robbers were very surprised to see an unknown warrior. They rise soon. Ten cleaver has been removed from its sheath.

"Who are you?" snatched a robber.

"Whoever I am is not important. It is better to throw all the items you have picked up then leave here immediately," replied the Nameless Swordsman coldly.

The citizens began to surround the place to keep the robbers from escaping. The instant situation suddenly made a lot of it.

The host immediately went out with his wife after hearing the commotion. They also asked other employees to take care of the five guards' bodies.

Everyone knows that the owner of a luxurious house named Hartawan Tio. He is a rich businessman. His branches were everywhere, all his efforts were smooth. So it is natural that many robbers are interested because it can be ascertained the treasure is a mountain.

Although a rich man, Hartawan Tio is not at all arrogant. He also does not have the prestige to hang out with his neighbors. So that the people there have a lot of respect for the treasurer.

"Who do you think you are? How dare your mouth say that. Don't you know who we are?"

"Not to be told, I already know. Aren't you members of the Seven Demon-Cautious Robbers?"

"If you know, why dare? Aren't you afraid of having problems with us?"

They said very well. His alsannya of course because the name of the robber organization is very respected. As told before. The ten robbers hoped that by being told the name of their organization, the unknown swordsman would be frightened.

But what happened was the opposite. The warrior showed no expression of fear at all. Never fear, not even be surprised.

"It is precisely that I deliberately wanted to look for trouble with the people of the Seven Cruel Robbers. I wonder if they really have the ability or just empty news," Cakra Buana said deliberately provoked emotions.

His intention succeeded. Hearing his organization being despised, the ten people instantly ignited his anger.

"Son, tell me your name so we can easily give you a name on your tombstone later,"

Cakra Buana just smiled coldly. It was clear that the person's speech was just a dream that they couldn't possibly realize.

"Don't go too high, falling will hurt. I'm not someone like you who's just good at threatening but doesn't have the ability,"

"Sat!!!"

"Grush …"

One white ray coming from the flash of the cleaver immediately flashed forward. The direction of the target is the chest of Cakra Buana.

But he easily clamped down on the opponent's attack. As little as two fingers of his hand moved, the cleaver had broken into two pieces.

"Kids' toys," he sneered.

Everyone there was so surprised. They never thought at all.

Five people advanced crashing while brandishing sharp and glittering machetes. It was as if these people were scaring the Cakra of Buana.

Not yet arrived his five opponents, the Nameless Swordsman had already made a move. Five sticks of cleaver he broke back in a short time and unexpectedly.

Everyone was stunned back. Is this incident real? Is he a real person, or a real demon?