The Thousand Mask Warrior

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Jayaseta felt the heat already settling on his baton, pressing down on him, making his consciousness disturbed.

The enemy's kick also greatly affects the state of his body. The wounds on his body throbbed in turns between the stinging, and the burning.

Karsa is a difficult opponent to face for a variety of reasons. But whatever it is, everything is natural in a fight.

Not infrequently Jayaseta was benefited by a variety of things and circumstances that made him excel and win. Then, if there is an obstacle in a fight that harms him, then it is natural.

"Still thinking how to defeat me, swordsman? Ha ha ha ha's. Just so you know, you are still a snot boy when I have tried the martial world to the entire archipelago even abroad. I don't know how many warriors have died at my hands, either in a fair fight, or a battle full of dirty ways. Now is the time, the fame and fame of your name stops here" Karsa said.

Really a lot of this old geezer shit, Jayaseta thought.

Jayaseta took a breath, trying to forget all the attack plans that were in his mind. He looked at the moment Do sanaman mantikeinya. The short sword designed in such a way as to slash the enemy's head in one go affected Jayaseta's fighting style.

He had twice targeted Karsa's neck so that Karsa had understood his movements before Jayaseta attacked. He should not have to apply the Do sword moves that he 'imitated' by lightning from the Power soldiers.

Just let Do be an unpredictable weapon in his hands.

Jayaseta who had been playing and twirling Do with a stark on his wrist, now stopped him. Then he dropped the Do.

Karsa was still chuckling, but not for long, as he had to dodge when Jayaseta suddenly attacked him.

Jayaseta's attack speed was apparently doubled. He attacked like a wounded bull.

Two of Jayaseta's slashes escaped, but Karsa avoided them with enough hassles. He was however a little lured by Jayaseta's remark that he was only immune-minded. He wants to show that his skills, speed and knowledge are just as great.

Not to be ashamed of being seen by the meter, Karsa replied to read Jayaseta. Jayaseta is too fast. He lowered his head, turned and grasped Karsa's feet.

Karsa. He was unharmed because his skin was impenetrable by a sharp weapon.

He's waking up soon. Jayaseta went forward to read out her chest, shoulders, stomach and back to her neck. For the final attack, Karsa could still fend off with his sword

NAH!

The sparks of the two metal blades clashing were followed by the cry of Karsa. Apparently after this last attack Jayaseta spun again, giving a feint and managed to pierce the tip of his Do into the ear hole of Karsa.

Blood spurts from the ear cavity of Karsa which is enlarged due to the torn end of Do.

Karsa rolled around on the watery ground and shouted like a madman.

With one hand holding the other sword holding his blood-spoken ear, Karsa got up and looked at Jayaseta in anger.

Slowly he let go of his grip on his ear. The blood pouring from Karsa's ears slowly stopped. A large wound in the form of a wide cavity of tear Do slowly closes back.

Karsa growls like a hungry tiger. He jumped like a deer back to attack Jayaseta. There is no need for any more moves. Karsa coated his attacks with the power in its entirety.

The Karsa department decided on two three thin trunked trees. Jayaseta managed to roll back. So were the three Thunder kicks from the South that both Jayaseta and Karsa recognized, possessing strength that exceeded their original stance, escaping the mark.

Jayaseta was surprised and injured in the deadly kick, but as a fellow user of a similar style, Jayaseta has the right style and direction of the kick. So, instead of taking an attack, Jayaseta better avoid it.

Karsa also increasingly attacked blindly. Two crossed sword strikes had decided a few strands of Jayaseta's hair, but fortunately did not split his skull.

Jayaseta can't keep dodging. He responded to the next Karsa attack by again attacking the lower part of Karsa's body.

PRAK!

Karsa bowed, his thighs were hit by Do Jayaseta's attack. As usual, he was unharmed, but he lost his alertness and balance.

Jayaseta at a doubled pace, slashing the outer arms of Karsa, the shoulders and even the chest.

Karsa flinched backwards and fell down.

Karsa didn't laugh this time. He was so upset because he was beaten by this young swordsman.

Karsa got up and pointed the sharp blade of his sword at the body of the sweet Malay girl.

***

Dozens of Daya soldiers jumped over the betang house. They cut down everyone they saw. Three men have been victims.

Maybe all three have not died, but their situation is certainly sad.

Thick smoke billowed from the roofs of betang houses and rice storage buildings in the middle of the village.

"Women and children!" exciting Punyan. He shouted at the soldiers behind him.

"You come with me, we take care of the attackers. The rest find and protect women and children!" later orders.

Punyan and one Daya soldier rushed forward to attack the intruders who attacked everyone blindly and some were still trying to burn the buildings.

Punyan cheated and hacked from behind a soldier who was clearly not one of the members of his village residents. The man looked back at the attacker but was late. Do Punyan slid into the shoulder, continuing to cut through the shoulder blade.

With a single pull of blood spurting. Punyan continued by slashing the enemy's neck.

The attack succeeded in killing the different men of the village, the, but not to release the head from his body because Punyan had to roll backwards when the three other tribesmen simultaneously thrust their three spears.

When the three again attacked Punyan, Tung, the soldier who accompanied Punyan threw his shield, or his bok klebit into their spear shaft.

As a result of Tung's attack, the three are after him. Behind the klebit bok, Tung held back the spear stabs many times until Punyan's replacement jumped high and lunged at the attackers.

His bare feet were used to brush off the spear rods. Punyan then lowered his head and cut at once two legs of the enemy. Sabetan Do is so fast and powerful. Each slash he made was extremely measurable and carried out for a single purpose, killing. There is no free sabetage.

The two enemies fell to the ground with blood-stained legs. Tung did not wait any longer, with his long spear, he easily stabbed the enemy who was lying like a fish in the river.

One last soldier retreated to hold Do Punyan who hit his bok klebit. Not much hair had been stuck on the wooden shield, indicating that this person was inexperienced.

Punyan jumped again and beat the enemy's bok klebit. Because of the severity of the attack, even though it was held back by its hexagon shield, the soldier was pushed back. He fell down because he tripped over a rock. Punyan roared over without wasting any chance so quickly.

The last the poor soldier saw was a Punyan wooden mask with three goat horns sticking out of his forehead, before his head rolled on the ground.

Punyan and Tung looked at each other as if trying to speak without a sound, then looked around.

They don't see where the women and children are.

The smoke was still thick, but the fire point had already slowly disappeared.

Dozens of enemy soldiers are now seen only a few. They are being attacked by young men and village soldiers so desperate. It seems true that their attack this time again failed, although they managed to deceive them and enter the village behind the ulin wooden fortress and ravage the buildings.

Their bodies fell down from their houses like fallen leaves. The village soldiers below hunted those who fell. Whether they were dead or not, their heads were still brackets, as part of the war trophy and as a means of ensuring the enemies were indeed dead.

Punyan was about to climb up to the betang house to fight the remaining three enemies who were still standing half-entered in the horses kinyah, their figures poking out and lost behind the smoke, when he saw another figure he knew appear.

Her small body barely showed her true old age.

Ornamental feathers of ivory birds sticking high on his head like a pennant.

"Apai ...," Punyan said slowly.

Temenggung Bear, the chieftain, raised his Do high above the head.

The Do slipped out of his hand, disappearing between white and black puffs of smoke.

Both Punyan and Tung could not see clearly what was happening, except in one breath, three enemy heads rolled and fell from the top of the betang house, followed by the three lifeless bodies.

Punyan and Tung simultaneously witness somehow and when Do returns to the hands of the Temenggung Bear.