The Thousand Mask Warrior

Swordsman

Karsa's sword attack that suddenly hit the fan thrown by Dara Cempaka.

Karsa cannot be fair. Nothing can be expected from a life-betting fight. Jayaseta will do the same if necessary.

Due to Dara Cempaka's help, the iron frame fan is bent and the fabric part is torn all-out, but Jayaseta can roll away.

Inflamed karma. He looked towards Dara Cempaka with a murderous lust that burned his crown.

Dara Cempaka himself has prepared his silat horses. If he had to, whatever he wanted to say, he would fight Karsa. Wasn't he trained in kanuragan since childhood by the Grandfather? This is one of the reasons why he can and should use it.

"Karsa, I'm your enemy!" yelled Jayaseta to see the old man as if ready to pounce on the girl.

Karsa exhales and imposes a made-up laugh. This made his face horrible.

"Obviously you're my opponent, swordsman. But the young woman I will also finish. You hear that, swordsman? So I beg you, take out all your abilities and efforts to avoid this unnecessary killing" said the grandfather.

Jayaseta relaxed his horses then played Do sanaman his mantikei with a reference to the flexibility of his wrist. "That's right said Mr. skipper Nio. You're too much of a bacot. Maybe that's why you're nicknamed a poet. You didn't manage to kill Mr. Nio. Likewise with your own best friend, Datuk Mas Kuning. You're dead, even I'll make sure you run after failing to kill the skipper. Now you're confidently just capitalizing on invulnerability back against me!" said Jayaseta provoked the anger of the old swordsman.

No need for many more things, Karsa immediately ignited easily. He skipped deftly to read Jayaseta. The water again gushed because of the sudden movement of the Karsa.

Jayaseta moved quickly away. This opening attack did not hit the target, which was his head. However, just as Jayaseta had expected, the follow-up attacks instantly came back. This time Karsa slashed out toward his chest, wanting to split it apart.

Jayaseta dodged back by retreating backwards. The tip of the sword was only as wide as a finger its distance from his bare skin.

The Sukadana Malay warrior sword used by Karsa looks quite heavy and sturdy and not too curved compared to the Javanese sword which is slightly thinner, long and the arch is quite visible. There are finger protectors that may be exemplified from the swords of the Walanda bule people.

With Karsa's energetic and lustful swipe at killing it, Jayaseta is quite trying.

Not why, he again realized that he was still carefree. Her body was hot cold with fever, plus water soaking her legs. This is because the diagram that Datuk Mas Kuning made is still working hard in his body, making Jayaseta's condition is not perfect at all.

His movements are much slower. The use of body parts cannot fully work properly. So too did his thinking speed become disrupted. His sensitivity dropped so sharply that he could not quickly decide on an attack or resistance that could quickly conquer the enemy.

But because of his shortness that makes him able to defeat the three people Power who are not soldiers with silat and ordinary kanuragan.

So, he also will not easily be defeated by this old swordsman.

So when Karsa turned the Malay sword to attack him, Jayaseta had already welcomed with a kick to Karsa calf, making his sabetage miss. Jayaseta then flushes his Do to Karsa's hull.

NAH!

Do Jayaseta is like hitting a rock. But once Karsa still lost balance and fell into the swamps so strong Do attack.

"You're dead again, old man. I want you to keep my words. Without immune science, you are nothing and do not deserve the title of swordsman. Why don't you call yourself a necromancer?" Jayaseta.

Karsa wake. His body was wet again. He laughed loudly, "I don't understand what you want, young swordsman. Your words don't hurt me and won't kill me. But I like your nature. So it'll be nice when you die in my hands!" after saying, Karsa turned his facial water back into a cruel and lustful one. He stormed Jayaseta with two crossed strokes and a rotating stab.

Jayaseta certainly re-dodged from this amazingly fast attack, let alone seeing the body of the grandfather who was quite bent and thin dry.

But at the last stab, Jayaseta decides to hold her with his Do.

TRINGS!

The sparks are back in sight. Jayaseta turned out not just to fend off the sword Karsa, but stick the blade Do from the material of the stone mantikei, then drag it along the say.

Paste the two sharp weapons blades into a kind of key so that the sword Karsa does not move.

When it approached the finger protector at the base of the Malay sword Karsa, Jayaseta lifted Do and pierced Karsa's left eye.

Blood splashed and the roar of Karsa sounded loud. He took a few steps back, but then reinstated his horses.

Jayaseta saw, the crushed eye seeds into blood melts slowly returning to fullness.

Karsa shook his head and wiped the rest of the blood in his eyes. He looked at Jayaseta, "You want to say that I'm dead again?" Karsa laughs. "You're a swordsman, you must understand that if the enemy hasn't fallen dead, then the fight isn't over. Don't make excuses and justifications that you can't beat me!" Karsa.

Jayaseta in my heart was quite upset. Karsa is not a very good warrior. He honestly said that without immune science, Karsa is not an opponent that is difficult to beat. He could not move and think quickly. His cold sweat flowing out mixed with the swamp water. Likewise with the heat of his body that collided with the cold of the night.

But Karsa has a point. There is no life-and-death fight that is truly fair. The enemy does not want to know how it is.

Unable to let this situation harm him, Jayaseta this time the first to rush forward.

Do her turn in hand. With one trick Jayaseta slammed Karsa's neck.

NAH!

Too late, Karsa can read it. His one arm had already covered his neck shaft as a fender. This means that again Do Jayaseta hit the rock.

Jayaseta turned and slashed Karsa's neck from the other side.

Karsa saw it as a pretty lousy effort from a swordsman.

He easily held back with the side of the sword.

TING!

The sharp blade of Do survives on the straight side of the Malay sword blade.

Karsa saw an opportunity. His leg kicked Jayaseta in the stomach. The kick was flowed with energy in making Jayaseta strayed backwards.

His stomach feels heartburn. But it was actually nothing, however Jayaseta had trained all his muscles and veins, so even though an attack was fed with deep energy and he did not hold it with deep energy anyway, Jayaseta is still able to hold him well.

Only, what he felt was a fairly felt puyeng. His head turned.

He did not understand this due to Karsa kick or something to do with Datuk Mas Kuning tattoo inscribed on his body.

This obvious one made his movements very slow as the sword of Karsa slashed through his chest. The Do that he held was not tight enough and fast so that Karsa's sword slashed his skin after first breaking through Do with a little restrained blade.

Dara Cempaka yelled in captivity.

Karsa jumps like a corm. He drew his sword perpendicular as if he wanted to cut Jayaseta's body into two pieces.

Jayaseta raises her Do to fend off the attack. His hand trembled and almost let go of his grip on Do when his blade hit Karsa's sword.

Karsa repeated his attack. Jayaseta is back. But the attack was so strong that the upper Malay sword still had time to scratch Jayaseta's shoulder, making him retreat and fall.

It is not known how much blood flowed from the wound on Jayaseta's body that night.

The taste of the puyeng is still not gone.

"I hope you will with the knight draw your words that without the knowledge of invulnerability, I do not deserve to be called a warrior. Just so you know, swordsman. The kick you received earlier was a Thunder kick from the upper South. Even Bharata the creator was surprised that I could improve it better than him!"

Jayaseta. He completely forgot that Karsa and Grandpa Keling were friends in the past. But what makes him most surprised is that the kick that hit him is the style that he mastered but still under the opponent.

If it is true all what Karsa said, then he is indeed dealing with a veteran swordsman.

Jayaseta looked at Dara Cempaka and saw worry emanating from her two beautiful eyes. Dara Cempaka's sweet face looks so full of anxiety. Jayaseta thinks quickly in order to win the fight and save Dara Cempaka, the man who has no sin in this trajectory of life and short path.