Swordsman Without a Name

The Straight Without Shape

The five members of the Seven Cruel Hearted Marauders were stunned right then and there. The gauge that was once intact and sparkling sharp, now only a part remains.

Everyone looked at the cleaver clasped in his hands. In his mind, they were wondering when the unknown swordsman broke their machete?

This is a fundamental question because no one knows how he can do it. Moreover, the swordsman broke his machete as easily as breaking a tree branch.

Is there really such a human being?

Of course there is. Cakra Buana is one such example. Other people might also be able to do what he did just now, just that nothing seemed to be able to do more than his speed of moving.

Because without realizing it, the Nameless Swordsman has done the basic movement of the Formless Movement.

The Straight Without Shape.

A terrible move. The rarest and most difficult. In this world, maybe only he has that style.

The Formless Stroke is a final stage. Highest stages. The essence of the science of silat Tanah Pasundan.

The warriors or pata figures of the martial lake may also have reached the stages such as the Unnamed Swordsman. It's just that in terms of creation and in terms of name, it must be different. Therefore, everyone who has managed to reach the perfect point in the knowledge of the silat of their respective countries, surely no one will be able to imitate it.

Likewise with the Formless Style of the Nameless Swordsman.

The difference between that and the others is the way it is controlled. If other silat science is obtained because it has understood the ins and outs of silat science, philosophy of silat science, and so on, then another story with the Straight Without Shape.

Formless Steps can be obtained only through the mind. The more we drown in leaving the hustle and bustle of the mortal world, the more we understand about the nature of life. The more we can uncover the veil in the mortal realm, the more mature the Formless Way.

In short, the Formless Movement will mature along with the increasing experience of fighting and the increasing insight of knowledge. The No Form is emptiness in emptiness.

Fill in the contents. Empty in the empty. Content can be empty, empty can be filled.

Nothing is eternal except eternity itself. And there is no form except the indetermination itself.

So that the creation of a Formless Style is almighty.

There is really nothing interesting about this style. The Formless Sketch did not change much, there were not many beautiful movements, there were no deceitful moves and such. Because in reality, the creation of a Formless Style is not to be exhibited.

Except to kill!!

Special moves to kill do not need a lot of movement. Just one move. As long as it can be done perfectly, the result will be more frightening than the Lifeless Angel.

All the people who were there were also shocked. Although they are laymen, but they know how the skill of the warriors. Although many warriors could cut iron like cutting a small tree branch, but nothing could be like that unknown swordsman.

The way he broke a machete was very easy.

Even Cakra Buana himself felt very astonished. He moved as if unconscious. He just followed the words in his mind. At once, he also moved.

But the young man did not think much because he already knew everything.

"I suggest that you return the items immediately. Then leave immediately. Do not throw your life away for free. This is the last warning, if you are still curious as well, please try, "challenge Cakra Buana calmly.

What else is causing her to panic? Now he has a Formless Style. There was nothing else that could scare him or panic him.

Moreover, he had never before felt afraid and panicked.

"Grush …"

Without an answer, the other two robbers had already charged into Cakra Buana in a swift motion. Their banter is already cropped up and ready to be released.

Cakra Buana's mind says that they must die.

Once the word was spoken, his body moved as fast as light and then immediately returned to its original position.

Two robbers were already lying on the ground. His life has drifted. But I don't know when. Obviously, once his body hits the ground, that life is gone.

Everyone is flabbergasted again. Without saying much, the eight robbers immediately left the place. Their stolen goods were simply thrown away.

The most important thing for now was to save his life and then report this incident to their leader.

They threw it in the middle of the road. No matter the price or cheap price of machete, because it is useless anyway even though they always carry.

Tonight they really had a bad thing. Already failed to rob, friend killed, cleaver made meung anyway.

Isn't this so fucking shit?

Cakra Buana walked calmly and picked up the items that had been robbed earlier. He handed it to the house.

"Please check, sir, is there anything missing?"

Reporter Tio received all his belongings. He then saw the contents. It turns out it's true it's still intact. Not one bit less.

"Everything is intact, sir. I'm sorry, can I find out who Lord this helper is?" ask in a polite voice.

Journalist Tio is famous for his ethics. Never talk to someone who has helped him, to the neighbors and to the workers in his house, he is very polite.

Especially now to Cakra Buana which obviously he himself felt very indebted.

"People used to call me the Nameless Swordsman,"

As soon as the word was finished, the person had already vanished from sight. Reporter Tio and the citizens were shocked again. Among them, absolutely no one knew where that person was going.

Everyone has eyes. But why can't they see how he can go?

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Members of the Seven Cruel Robbers who had robbed at the luxurious house of Reporter Tio had arrived at the headquarters of his guild branch.

Their breaths gasping. His face was still pale.

One of the leaders named Kang Pou —fifth leader— asked with frown. "What happened to you guys? And where are the others?"

"Sorry sir, some of our comrades have been killed, this time we failed to carry out our duties,"

"Nrank …"

The slap quite violently landed on the cheeks of each of those members. Instantly their cheeks were instantly red and slightly swollen.

"Who has failed you?"

"We don't know,"

"Have you told me where you're from?"

"Already,"

"What did the man answer?"

"He replied that he wanted to deliberately look for trouble with the Seven Cruel Robbers,"

"Right bastard this guy. How's character?"

"Wearing red robes and clothes. On his back was a picture of a dragon and a tiger,"

Hearing the member's reply, Kang Pou immediately showed an expression of disbelief.

"Nameless Swordsman, isn't he dead?" he muttered while holding back his annoyance.