The Thousand Mask Warrior

Sarongs

Jayaseta twitched and lowered her head to the side as the kerambit blade would tear her neck. He also immediately twisted his body when the hand of the Young Tiger Swordsman Kudangan the other tried to put a kerambit to his chest.

The weeds are too carried away by lust, Jayaseta thought. In fact, the silat he mastered can be said to be quite distinctive and dangerous. Every attack is death to the enemy.

Instead, it was Jayaseta who felt guilty. Because when the enemy has a certain silat style, more different and characteristically characterize his moves, Jayaseta actually get something from it. It can cheat and fuse the enemy's fighting style into its Jurorless Style.

Therefore, it is only natural that the swordsman becomes angry and dark because the style he has is returned with a more terrible and dangerous form.

From the beginning, he had indeed set out all the way from Kudangan, looking for news about Jayaseta and intended to finish him off. There was already too much manpower, time, thought and cost to track the Thousand Mask Swordsman down to this place.

He is not a type of swordsman who challenges other warriors as a means of achievement, perfection and the fullness of canuragan science. The Swordsman of Kudangan is like Karsa the Poet Baka who pursues glory and pride. Unfortunately, his ability is not as great as the old swordsman whose head is in the basket on Jayaseta's boat. Although the canuragan knowledge that the young man had was a very dangerous style of silat, when it fell into his hands that had not been qualified in the science of shortness, experience and actions, horns, and, so he is not like a cruel criminal.

Jayaseta backed off and carried out a preventative attack. The tip of the bandit away from the target, namely his chest, on the contrary one kick Jayaseta managed to get into the stomach of the attacker.

Swordsman of the Hut was jolted, not expecting that the person he was attacking with a sharp weapon could dodge and still had time to attack, and succeeded as well.

Jayaseta kick turned out not to be an ordinary kick, actually every Jayaseta attack always has the intention and goal and the desired result. Swordsman of the Hut fell. His stomach is heartburn amazing. A pair of his shells that he held stuck to the ground.

"Okay, swordsman. You have got what you asked for, tried the science of kanuragan with me. I think we'll just get to the side. My salute to all the soldiers, entourage and citizens of Kudangan. Maybe next time we can meet again in a more friendly situation than this," Jayaseta said. Obviously if someone knows Jayaseta better, this is honest. Jayaseta always wanted to end the fight and bloodshed if that was all he could do.

Not so for the Young Tiger Warrior, "You are completely unaware that your words are an insult to me, or are you just a fool?" the warrior from Kudangan.

"I apologize for hurting your feelings. But I mean it. I still have important business to do. Honestly, I'm in a time that's not perfect yet. I was injured and needed the help of a healer" Jayaseta honestly changed the story slightly to simplify it.

The warrior Kudangan laughed out loud. "Complete is your contempt for me, for my company. In front of them you humiliated me by saying that I was defeated by a warrior who was still injured and injured. That's what you want, isn't it?"

Jayaseta shook her head in annoyance. He was trying to explain what he really thought and felt. But in this world there are not many warriors who are wise and able to resist lust.

Jayaseta looked at Dara Cempaka, Ireng and Siam. The three nodded, indicating that it was better for Jayaseta to finish this fight than to reconcile. After all, in fact, from the beginning, the three people part of Jayaseta's entourage were already upset when supported by the attack of the soldiers of Daya Minang Kudangan are cunning and do intend to harm and kill it.

Jayaseta finally opened his palm and made the Malay silat style flowers. Horses are elements of various types of silat moves that are melted in the No Stroke. He will teach this warrior a lesson, even without inner strength, he thought. After all, he has been emblazoned with the ability to self-defense from the style and movement. The inner energy was just an additional advantage to him.

Then the fight came back. The Young Tiger Swordsman of the Hut pulled out his cambite that was stuck in the ground and glided like a jungle cat.

We are like rain from the sky. He attacked Jayaseta with punches and strokes aimed at shredding the body of the opponent, not just one or two dangerous attacks.

The stomach, waist, chest, neck, chin, eyes, head, to ears are the target of a series of attacks from the hut.

The swordsman's attack is done with a circular or curved hand movement so that the curved shape of the squat like a tiger's nail or tiger can tear the opponent's body. Or if the sharp tip can be stuck, then when pulled with such a movement, the consequences will be extraordinary. The opponent's body would be torn apart and his flesh was uprooted out. What an extraordinarily cruel and deadly skill.

Unfortunately, Jayaseta is a swordsman choose a match. He will show his movements a little to give an absolute lesson that will not be forgotten by the young man.

The young Tiger Swordsman The hut was only caught piercing the air.

It exploded again. While shouting he attacked Jayaseta with similar movements and attacks.

Jayaseta retreated, convoluted, then caught the opponent's arm from the side, flapped his calf and made the opponent fall on his back.

Many times he was humiliated, even making him more furious, anxious, annoyed and even hateful. The Younger Horseman woke up, but still in the low horses without standing, slashing towards Jayaseta's legs and lower body.

Jayaseta jumped up and down and nudged a kick to the opponent's chest. Back enemy fell.

"Bang*sat, jah*anam!!" shouts of swordsman Kudangan. He got up and with all his strength and anger, he jumped like a beetle and went back to attack Jayaseta's neck and head.

SRETT!

Kerambit on the right hand of the kudangan swordsman loose. His arm was stretched and bleeding. Have not had time to think about what to do, a loud shout was heard from the mouth of the swordsman Kudangan. His right thigh was also heavily injured. Blood flowed out as Jayaseta thrust out the Siamese dagger he had borrowed from Siam.

Pendekar Kudangan immediately collapsed and was unable to get back up.

Dara Cempaka fan turned in the air, hit the face of one of the soldiers Kudangan. Apparently, the soldiers were again ready to support Jayaseta when they felt that their master or leader would lose.

Dara Cempaka had already kissed this gelagat and threw her fan just as a soldier wanted to throw her javelin at Jayaseta.

Unexpectedly, this group had planned to bring Jayaseta's head home, because both the soldier and the people who were suspected of being the servants of the Kudangan warrior had also passed their weapons and plunged into the battlefield.

Ireng and Siam had pierced and pounded their spears and bats. Space created, the group of Hudders retreated and pulled their wounded master and shouted in pain like crazy.

"All of you back down" Jayaseta ordered Dara Cempaka, Ireng and Siam who looked at him in wonder.

"If they want me, I will give them what they want. I, the Thousand Mask Swordsman will finish the fight and settle for some kind of ignorant people like you!"

Now, standing between the two groups: the Hut and Jayaseta, a man with a face covered with a sarong, and leaving only a line of slits for both eyes.

A short bulging Siamese style dagger decorated with blood was clasped in his hand.

Dara Cempaka, Ireng and Siam looked in amazement. "Campus you this time. He was given a chance to act. You want the Thousand Mask Swordsman, then you get the Thousand Mask Swordsman! Eat it all!" yang Ireng excited.

Jayaseta's body seemed to be towering. Even the Young Tiger Swordsman Kudangan stopped screaming in pain to watch the swordsman appear around the body of the figure. There can be no more words of regret. This time the soldiers who had shrunk their guts had to fight desperately, not to challenge and harm Jayaseta, but to defend themselves and defend their own lives.