The Thousand Mask Warrior

The Seventh Part of the Fight - Thought

Archers and shooters had difficulty aiming at Jayaseta who was moving like a pheasant, his speed was incredible. It dismantles all kinds of opponent defenses.

Not once Jayaseta faced many enemies and the ability of science as well. Even younger than his age, he has faced the swaying forces of Surabaya and Mataram, especially this time, when he has eaten a lot of salt in the martial world.

Jayaseta rolled, jumped and jumped the pangolinas, kicked, flapped and mowed down enemies. The crowd of soldiers dispersed like ants being hit by fire. The shield of the soldiers was used as best as possible to withstand the attacks of the swordsman.

Jayaseta roaring like the wind ****** pickaxe. Plates here and there. Making the soldiers like frightened chicks, resisting more attacks or dodging than trying to counterattack.

Sure enough, as a result, the three warriors sprawled out quickly as Jayaseta pierced through their defenses by slashing his legs almost to a break, stabbing his shoulders past the shield and cracking his head bone with his jump kick.

Commander Asuam saw this as a great loss. The important person in the opponent's body was lying in wait for death to pick him up, but in just an instant he had already lost three more people easily in the hands of a swordsman alone.

"Arrow, shoot him!" command the Commander to the shooters, archers and choppers. This commandment is definitely not an easy matter.

Jayaseta was moving too agilely so the shot towards him would also be too difficult. However, the attack from the users of long-range weapons was still carried out if they did not want the soldiers waiting to be finished.

Arrow is released. Jayaseta dodges, rolls over. The arrow escaped towards the empty air. The last arrow was pushed aside by Jayaseta with his mandau and sent to the thigh of one of the Daya warriors.

Same with the chopsticks. Jayaseta managed to kelit even had to pull the body of a Biaju soldier to be used as a shield. More casualties from the opposing side.

However, additional assault rifles were, however, troublesome and troublesome for Jayaseta. The loud booming sound and the thick smoke of the bed*pretty light made it clumped evasive.

This attack has yielded results. Two bullets tore through the skin of his shoulders and legs, although both only grazed his body, leaving a relatively small wound for a swordsman. But at least this shows that the Thousand Masks Warrior made a mistake in dealing with this long-range weapon attack.

As a result, obviously, the shooters, archers and choppers continued to search for loopholes to finish off the swordsman.

Jayaseta rolled back, dodging the arrows and the chopsticks. His shortness of sensibility and the precision of his well-sharpened movements enabled him to deflect two rounds from the five shots directed at him. Really made the soldiers shocked.

Commander Asuam was seen observing this fight in annoyance. Victory is in sight and he still has to deal with this kind of thing.

"Have you found him?" said the commander suddenly to some soldiers around him.

Before long a soldier came stumbling. Although he slipped a do on his waist, it seems that this person did not plan to go down directly to war. His body looked weak and part of his face was injured. It is known that several parts of the bones in his body were broken, including on his face. But he is still very able to drag a sack containing something that is clearly not light.

"I heard some people got it. They're on their way here, Commander," said the person who was none other than Daya soldiers who had been beaten by Jayaseta so that he collapsed in the mud swamp when Jayaseta finally managed to kill Karsa. Now he carries a sack containing the headless body of Karsa.

It was really a coincidence anyway, two more soldiers came to face Commander Asuam. One of them carried the intact head of Karsa, yet showed no signs of decay.

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Jayaseta twirled the mandau by playing his wrist and realized that the opposing soldiers were retreating. The shield was still raised in front of their bodies, the spear was also still pointed forward. But their steps slowly retreated.

That was the reason why the opposing soldier decided to retreat for a moment and look at the circumstances. However, a little more even without the arrival of reinforcements, the Power soldiers who had realized that they had been deceived, the Biaju soldiers had also had difficulty giving resistance to Jayaseta.

Punyan looked around. Destroyed fields were slashed and trampled, enclosure buildings and housing were destroyed or burned, the corpses of residents lying without lives and heads, he said, the captured women and children bound in the trunks of the trees made his heart break. Moreover, finally he saw the apai lying on the ground bathed in blood.

Punyan rushed towards the almost unconscious apai. "Hope ...!!"

Temenggung Bear smiled to find his son coming, accompanied by several members of his village soldiers. His head was supported with wood.

"Apai, hangin. We will reclaim the victory and drive them out for good" Punyan said.

Temenggung Bear coughed. He tried to remove the bear's claw necklace, but it was too difficult for him until Punyan helped him.

"I know you can definitely lead our people to expel them. But now is not the time for me anymore. It is time for you to continue the struggle and leadership of the village, Punyan," said the Temenggung while giving the bear's nail necklace.

"No, apai. You can definitely heal and lead back ...."

The sentence of the son was interrupted because Temenggung Bear raised his hand. "Of course, enough Punyan. You know exactly what happened to me. But don't worry, Jayaseta asked me to swear never to die. I can do that for you. Win this battle, Punyan. I still want to see your lunge" said Temenggung Bears weakly, but still able to speak quite clearly.

Punyan took a breath and nodded. He knows very well what happened. The apai had been injured quite badly and he would indeed not be able to survive for long. Instead of spending time trying to calm the apai, he better finish the fight to free the village, save the population and finish off the attackers while the father can still see it.

He wore the necklace his father gave him, stood up, then walked forward, to Jayaseta's side. "We're killing them now, Jayaseta. Assume you owe my father a favor for helping you recover" Punyan whispered.

Jayaseta looked ahead, then turned towards Punyan. "You want to confront the leader of the mob?" said Jayaseta while pointing towards Commander Asuam.

Punyan nodded steadily.

"alright. I'll face the other characters, right next to their leader. I just realized that I should have just burned her body. Now I have to face it again" said Jayaseta, also blatantly pointing her index finger at Karsa who was slowly standing up. His head was back in contact with his body. Although a little dazed, but Karsa slowly seemed to begin to master the situation. He looked at Jayaseta with a bang.

"Sound I'm fine!" punyan shouted to his troops, but deliberately said loudly so that the enemy could hear. "We will kill those who set foot on our land with impunity. We liberate all our citizens and we give them their prey. Remember, don't leave one! No captives, no slaves today!"

"Ywuuu ... Auu ... Auuu ... Kypank ... !!" war cries echoed from the mouths of the Daya forces behind Punyan.

"But leave the lives of their five warlords in my hands. Nobody touch him. I'm the one who's gonna take the head off his body?" punyan. There was another excited shout of the soldiers under the Punyan. They also lashed do and spears into their wooden shields, giving low boisterous sounds of war.

"Karsa is mine, Punyan," Jayaseta said softly. Punyan looked at Jayaseta, smiled slightly and nodded.

"Thank you Jayaseta. If we're both still alive, we'll be brothers forever" Punyan said.

Slowly three young men were also heard playing the sound of a building untouched by enemy forces. The sound of the harbor tools provided magical power to the warriors of this village, as if inviting back the gods and spirits of the ancestors, not to help them, but to witness how brave, how courageous, great and proud of the young men and soldiers of this village gave their lives to Jubata and against the enemies who came.