The Thousand Mask Warrior

The Demon Bee

The Demon Bee thought that two pairs with his men's mule guns would attack him. Then he was ready for whatever happened. It's not hard to knock them both out. Is not the ability he subdued these robbers that made him appointed as the leader of the horde of begundal?

Unfortunately for the mind of the Demon Bee. Apparently Jayaseta who was in the grass and shrubbery who understood what happened. The two pairs of robbers fluttered instead of wanting to attack their leader, however they certainly realized there would be no point in fighting the champion. On the contrary, one robber confronted the Demon Bee making a situation as if it was going to attack, while another colleague lifted the kelew up high and was ready to throw it into the skull of the beautiful young woman.

Yes, he decided to kill the most expensive treasure but the source of the commotion. They're so vile! It also makes the blood on Jayaseta's head rippled with anger.

Jayaseta who had three discs of different sizes that he placed in a hair loop on the top of his head remembered that Grandpa Keling had once explained to him that the disc weapon from the land of Hindustan was basically throwing weapons are often used by Sikhs. These disc guns come in different sizes. From the size of the bracelets placed on the user's arm, or the larger size placed on the hat or their long victim, to the largest size that is clad.

These discs were used by Sikh forces by being thrown flat. For smaller discs are thrown by being rotated on the index finger and released towards the enemy. It can also be by pinching with a finger and throwing it in the usual way.

He knew throwing discs was not a knight's way, but he had to support the gang, but the robbers never did justice. They gang up and use all means to defeat the opponent and seize the victim's property. Not to mention the heinous actions of a couple of marauders who if left unchecked will cut off one more innocent life.

The decision was immediately taken. A disc he removed after he swiveled it with his index finger. The disc rippled through the air with incredible speed and precision smashing into the ankle of the keeper who would read out the girl. The attack severed the sole of the foot from his calf. A heartbreaking stifled scream was raised, followed by another scream as one disc rippled back and severed the wrists of the other robber holding the malleable. The bar fell on the ground. Both partners collapsed due to loss of balance and unbearable pain.

Jayaseta suddenly burst out from the grass running to attack, bouncing into the air and raining down on the robbers. The Iron Fist Force with the power in being crushed made one robber bounce hit the cart and destroy some parts of the board. This bouncing robber was one of three joking robbers. His mouth spit out blood and his machete fell to the ground. He himself fell down. For the sake of seeing this, the two colleagues were shocked not to get upset. In less than a breath they saw two body parts cut off and their friend severely injured.

Now standing in front of them was the patron who had the strange features of a magical bin. He wore a fiery red mask with a long nose, two wide eyes bulging and lion hair covering the rest of his head. Shocked because the buttocks are mixed with heartache makes the anger of the two robbers churned roiling. Who was this person with such a strange appearance daring to look for death?

Their question in their hearts was answered by Jayaseta's surprise attack with the style of the Buddha's Tread which was energized in being directed to the chest of the two robbers. Not want similar circumstances that befell their colleagues occurred, both pairs of machete champions rolled away. The blow of the Jayaseta Buddha Tread hit the empty air. Seeing the attack of the masked figure did not produce results, the two machete champions felt they got the wind to storm with both of their machete simultaneously. One leads to the head, one leads to Jayaseta's chest.

TRANGS! TRINGS!

I don't know when the masked figure has held the simitar in his right hand. Simitar is what he used to fend off two machete attacks the robbers created sparks due to the collision of the two blades of the tosan. This clash made the second hand of the robber tingle. Realize now they are that this strange person they are dealing with is not just anyone.

Jayaseta himself felt the simitar in his right hand which was very similar to the shamsir sword of the grandfather. Earlier with lightning speed after releasing the Buddha Site, he picked up the simitar of the Arab merchant on the ground to use against the two robbers.

Jayaseta immediately returned to move quickly to target the two burglar robbers who raised both their machetes received Jayaseta's attack.

TRANGS! TRINGS! TRANGS! TRINGS!

Less than ten sabetans make one cleaver. Jayaseta attacked the two robbers in turn. Inevitably they were forced to defend themselves by mounting the simitar sword attack. But because of the continuous impact that occurred one of the machete was not strong enough to withstand the onslaught of simitar sword.

This does not mean that the simitar sword itself is stronger, because along with the broken blade against the curved sword was broken at the end. Simitar's broken tip stuck deep in the chest of the robber whose knife was broken earlier. He also fell without life. His partner had not had time to show shock or anger because Jayaseta caught his arm holding a machete, twisting it and using the machete to plug the hull of the owner of the weapon so that he caught up with his partner to the afterlife. Eventually two robbers took their lives.

Jayaseta turns her head to the Demon Bee.

The sight of this happening so quickly shocked all parties. Not only was it attacked, but also the merchant who was seriously injured, the girl who was so beaten was also shocked and dumbstruck, not to mention the Demon Bee who stood as if in disbelief.

Body and corpse are scattered. The bodyguards of the dead merchant, two robbers who had been unconscious, one seriously injured person were also unconscious near the cart, two other robbers were writhing in pain and bleeding from the cut wounds on his hands and feet, as well as the two bodies of the robbers who had just become corpses covered the road that the cart and horse carriage passed.

Initially the Demon Bees were surprised by the appearance of this masked attacker, especially because only a short time the parents' children were in disarray. Two of his men died, three others were not clear juntrungannya. Either dying, either dead anyway now overtake his other colleagues. The usual begundal and begundal may have been sprained running the ridge more or less similar to that of the guards of the merchant.

Not for the Demon Bee. In a strange way he smiled and then slowly chuckled. There was a glint in his eyes that Jayaseta was quite familiar with. This flash was in the eyes of the long-sword madman Jayaseta had beaten the other day for attacking the peasants. The flash is in the eyes of every swordsman and champion when they find other warriors and champions who they consider fit to face and champion their knowledge.

The Demon Bee stood up haughtily. His eyes are getting flaming. The keris with the beautiful headwaters that were originally sheathed is now unsheathed. At once Jayaseta tried to measure the ability of the enemy. The keris he uses is a type of keris from the island of Bali that unlike most of Java's short and concise keris-keris, this tosan aji is so long, maybe as long as a cleaver or a short sword. The arch was so firm and the tos plate looked thick. No wonder he was nicknamed the Demon Bee because according to Jayaseta sparing the Demon Bee must have very fast piercing silat moves with the keris, like the sting of a bee.

“So ... You're the one they call the Thousand Mask Swordsman?” the raucous but still haughty tone of the Demon Bee surprised Jayaseta. He did not expect that the title that people pinned to him spread so quickly throughout the Javanese land martial world. Even Jayaseta gets a bit of a strange sense of pride when he finds out that his name is also known by the Demon Bee whose name was previously known in the martial universe.

“Ha ha ha .. It's a pity that I can't see your face, when it's my lucky day. They say that the Thousand Mask Warrior is a new silat champion who chooses a match. I just realized that I was dealing with this swordsman when I saw your strange silat style, of course as well as your mask that is no less strange,” the Demon Bee spoke at length.

“Today is really my lucky day, because after you ***** in my hand, my name will be more and more commented on in the forest of this Javanese land, ha ha ha ha ..”

The strange excitement of the Demon Bee is very understandable considering however he is a magic swordsman who also has a name in the martial universe of Java. Although he is better known as a robber, it is not without reason that he is very feared by many people. The science of kanuragan and his deadly moves is the main provision of his almighty name.

Jayaseta is already preparing himself for his last one-on-one match. Likes do not like this he must immediately face and finish because there are too many lives lost today. The merchant girl had to be protected, it could be said that the immoral and arbitrary actions of the robbers against the girl was the main reason Jayaseta interfered in this life and death game.

Jayaseta realizes that the girl is now at the side of her father, a dying Arab merchant. He grasped a keris from earlier was indeed grasped tightly by the merchant. Apparently the father, although in a state of severe injury to get wind and a speck of hope, immediately support the masked figure.

The instantaneous action of being able to finish off the robbers is clear evidence of the white swordsman who he had also heard the rumors with the nickname of the Thousand Mask Swordsman. The simitar sword had been used by the swordsman and broken so that it could not be used anymore. Keris is all he has. Therefore, when the girl approached and found out her situation, the merchant with a faltering breath immediately asked her to give her keris as a weapon of the hero figure.

Jayaseta behind her mask looked at the beautiful virgin who gave the keris and her father, the Arab merchant who was lying on the lap of his daughter waiting for death. Unimaginable what kind of feeling raging in the heart of the child saw the father was not wrinkled and full of blood. For the sake of the two of them, he had to finish this fight as soon as possible.

“Alright, enough theatrical shows to make this!” said the Demon Bee. “Keris and keris. Justjust wonderful. Let's see how capable you are with that weapon. I had already obtained a nickname that matches my special silat ability in playing keris. So you should be much better than me if you want to replace my nickname ...”

The long speech of the leader of the robber herd was interrupted. Jayaseta did not want to wait any longer directly crashing and blasting a dagger towards the chest of the Demon Bee.

“Satan, brash, shithead!” the Demon Bee's swearing in the air after she rolled back to avoid Jayaseta's sudden attack.

“What is this that you call the act of the knight heh o white swordsman? You should have .. “

The second time the Demon Bee had to retreat to three steps away from Jayaseta's toothpick. This makes him very upset. As a whore alone he had conditions in his actions, but this strange swordsman of unknown origin but known to defend the weak even made him feel cheated and regained.

The Demon Bee growled. Enough already thought, “People don't know it's lucky! Want to smite this kind of robber leader of me heh?! “Hiyaaa .. hiyaaa .. see how well you can avoid my Life-Attracting Sting. Hiyaaaaa ...!!” The Demon Bee rushed forward to avenge the sudden attack of Jayaseta the Thousand Mask Swordsman.

Jayaseta's dose was precise, the Demon Bee's attack was always piercing but with incredible speed and power. In one blow, he had released several stabs at once directed at Jayaseta's chest, neck and head. All three managed to avoid Jayaseta by rolling and clumping so fast and dangerous, let alone the keris used has a length that is enough for long-range attacks.

The style of the Demon Bee named Stung Lifter seems to be in accordance with its name that roars like a bee. He even accelerated his prick for the sake of his prick. There have been almost five aftershocks Jayaseta avoided with considerable effort. This made Jayaseta realize he could not keep avoiding.

He continued to look for gaps while rolling and twisting nimbly. He must succeed in finding an opportunity to attack because it is not an easy matter to be able to retaliate to attack let alone thrust his dagger towards the enemy who has this high magic. However, Jayaseta is definitely not just any young swordsman.

Jayaseta poking the leg of the Demon Bee.

This kick was done because their distance was too far for Jayaseta to push his nerves, especially facing long keris and quick attack of the enemy. Although the kick was not a dangerous enough kick, the result was quite surprising because the horses of the Demon Bee were flying and it was time for Jayaseta to get a gap to counterattack. The Buddhist Tread that had been composed by the Hui in mainland China with the added inner energy that flowed into Jayaseta' left palm managed to land on the chest of the Demon Bee.

BUGS!

The Demon Bee felt his body being pushed a few steps back. Because the Demon Bee is not an ordinary person, he soon learned that Jayaseta's attack must have had a powerful force that could have crushed his breast bone as he had seen in one of his men who was still sprawled to this day. Therefore he meticulously managed to cross his long keris to the chest so that the body of the metal blade held the power in Jayaseta so that it did not directly touch his chest. Quickly and without losing control the Demon Bee pushed his foot to the ground so that his body slid like ****Walanda's pistol towards Jayaseta with a pierced drawn keris.

Facing this attack with incredible speed and agility Jayaseta twitched and twisted his body a little and plugged and plucked it quickly into the waist of the enemy.

“Beched! I will completely finish you off, demon plinth!” maki the Demon Bee while feeling the blood pouring from her waist.

The voice of the roar of the Demon Bee was immediately followed by a blind stabbing attack. The long keris is now not only used for piercing but also for chopping. All parts of Jayaseta's body were targeted. From the chest, heart, neck and head should Jayaseta protect. He avoids circling like a person who does not have silat science.

But this strange move was actually very successful in the face of deadly attacks. Gradually in addition to being known as the Thousand Mask Swordsman, Jayaseta will also be known for this strange movement that is the Skillless Style.

“Aaaaghhh!” The cry of pain was inevitable from the Bee's mouth. His long keris fell to the ground and stuck it there. Jayaseta manages to confuse and annoy the Demon Bee with her incomprehensible nurse. That's why Jayaseta again managed to stick his keris into the opponent's left hull. This pain is unbearable. With a severe wound, the face of the robber chief flushed red. But he laughed shortly.

“Ha ha ha ha .. uhuk. Apparently nas...my fate fell in the hands of this strange swordsman. Thank you for ... above .. uhuk ... outside fight bia ... “ again the speech of the Demon Bee was cut off. His eyes were bought wildly when Jayaseta thrust his dagger through the bottom of the ribs and pierced his heart.

BLARS!!!

Not until there, the combined stance of the Sky Watu Watu Bogem and the Eight Wind Bullet Fist was released with his left hand towards the chest of the Demon Bee. The Demon Bee's body was ejected far away and hit the jackfruit tree where he had previously seen his flock act. The result is extraordinary, even the jackfruit tree crackled because it was hit by an object that was thrown hard. Of course, the Demon Bee's body could not be helped anymore either.

In addition to three deadly stabs in his body, Jayaseta hit the chest of the Bee managed to crush his bones, while the backbone of the Bee was also crushed due to hit the jackfruit tree. The dead Demon Bee sat down with fresh blood coming out of its mouth, its eyes glaring but it was completely unconscious. Almost all the bones in his body were crushed and fragments spread and pierced inside the body, in every part of the Bee's flesh.

The Demon Bee died in the hands of Jayaseta, the Thousand Masks Swordsman whose name had just risen. A warrior chose a match, without much ability, unknown origin even his fighting style which is a big secret. With his strange mask, Jayaseta is like turning into someone else.

Every decision he made was shocking. Killing your opponent is not difficult. His decision was not necessary through complicated and disgusting considerations. It is also horrifying to see criminals dying at his hands in such a horrible way. Is death appropriate for these criminals? It's not time Jayaseta talked about that anymore. There may be a giant-shaped creature that can decide what is the right action when he is facing the enemy.