The Thousand Mask Warrior

Mourners

The big brawl finally broke already. The cry of war that was peppered with anger, hatred, murderous lust and the passion of power sounded earthy.

Unlike the war in the field or open plains, the battle in this fortified village is carried out by spreading. Some groups were directly facing each other, but most others ran to the corners of the village. They use anything to outwit the opponent, change the opponent's movement or defend and trap the enemy in order to defeat him.

They run around on a betang house or a long house in the form of a stage, high above the ground. Opponents will attack each other from the top and bottom of the house, spear, soften or throw their lies because that is the purpose of the long house on stage, being part of the defense of the enemy's attack.

They also hide behind trees, pigsties and chickens and ambush the enemy. Not infrequently also the fighters deceive each other and each other, gang up, trap by entangling opponents with ropes or drop heavy and sharp objects from the top of the building of a long house.

Blood began to decorate the ground and floorboards of buildings. Absolutely merciless and merciful. When the enemy is cornered, the spear will penetrate his body, or crush his body. Head as a reward for achieving victory, while this is left, as long as the enemy can be killed first. This is because the fight is very tight so that when a fighter managed to kill the opponent, he himself has to defend himself from enemy attacks or return quickly to find another enemy to be finished off.

Trees that are young fall terpapras do or broken exposed to the weight of the body thrown. Pigs and chickens sometimes fall victim to p*eluru, chopsticks and arrows. As a result, the blood of these cattle mixed with the splashes of human blood.

The screams continue to echo in space. Shouts of passion and anger and cries of pain on the verge of death and fear combined. So too did the puff of smoke increase with the fire burning again burning fields and other buildings. This is done by the enemy to break the attention of the soldiers in this fortress, and weaken their spirit because considering their homes and dwellings are damaged by the enemy to the point of disarray.

But, the lunge of Jayaseta and Punyan was not to be underestimated. Jayaseta is kelit like a dog, jumping like a gazelle and attacking like a shark in the ocean or a tiger on land. Be*dil shots, arrows and chopsticks can be avoided smoothly. Any attacking soldier can be avoided by spinning and jerking his body into a shield.

If this is how the enemy who attacked will be thrown backwards, rolled. Some decided to retreat, some unlucky because they had to die exposed to the mandau or hit by a kick and a powerful fist deep in their neck, head or chest.

Another punyan, his immunity makes the opponent as if to let the figure walk straight directly towards the presence of Commander Asuam. Punyan fended off the slash do with his arm, letting the spear pierce his body. He would then either slash the enemy with all his might, sever their fingers, or shred the arm so that the enemy would fall to the ground in pain. Then Punyan will easily finish his job killing the lives of opponents.

Pe*luru can clearly be difficult and a threat to Punyan see the apai penetrated pe*luru of the same material as the pe*luru they use now. It's just that Punyan's immunity doesn't make him slow and dumb. Punyan is also able to twist, shift his body to be beside or behind the enemy and use their bodies as a shield. As a result, the seven Javanese shooters thought about spending their dowry in order to shoot at the agile target.

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Karsa felt his bones back intact. His wrinkled skin became back as thick as a rock and his heart spurted passionately.

He approached a soldier of Daya Kudangan subordinate to the Young Tiger Warrior Kudangan and took a naibor that he held. The soldier was about to oppose and fight Karsa's coercive actions, but Karsa kicked the soldier in his chest. "Be quiet, bang*sat!"

The soldier was thrown back and fell. He then hit the ground with annoyance. The pain in his chest was nothing with the numbness. But he got up and looked for another weapon for his self-defense rather than challenging the corpse that returned to life.

Karsa did this to see Jayaseta roaring like a whirlwind at him. The attack of the combined Biaju warriors could not hold it. While in the rear layer there are additional troops Kudangan, slaves, shooters and warriors of Java and some archers and the Biaju choppers.

However, standing not far beside Commander Asuam, Karsa refused to wait long. He was planning to attack Jayaseta. This time the Thousand Mask Swordsman must understand that he is dealing with a god, a creature with a much higher degree, a god, do not know death and will always come back at any time to eliminate the lives of those who block the way.

Karsa jumps high on Jayaseta.

Naibor booty of Karsa ready to split Jayaseta's head into two parts.

TRANGS!

Mandau fended off the naibor weapon.

TRANGS!

TRANGS!!

Karsa continued with two strokes to Jayaseta's chest and neck. Jayaseta himself decided to just hit the ball with the opponent naibor.

In three collisions, clearly visible Naibor Karsa rompal in the three parts of his blade. He is indifferent. Karsa jumped again and focused his profound energy on this straight-down slash.

TRANGS!!!

Jayaseta again raised his mandae perpendicular to the top of his head. Fire splashed from the two sharp weapons blades that clashed against each other.

Naibor blades are far less qualified than the heirloom mandau held by Jayaseta. Although it has been fed with deep energy, the naibor blade is curved bent. Unfortunately, the blade of naibor that was restrained mandau when curved had hurt Jayaseta's right arm.

"Bang*sat you, Jayaseta!" karsa Vows. He threw away his crooked naibor, while Jayaseta twisted the mandau while feeling a bloody wound on his arm.

"This time, you won't survive. How many times have I died, but I have never been so sorry to return to this world. I'll make sure you go to hell. You ...."

The phrase Karsa is cut. Jayaseta hit his chest with a hard kick. Karsa flinched backwards and fell rolling.

As Karsa stood up, Jayaseta floated above his head and clenched his forehead with a mandau.

NAH!!

His head was not injured, but he still felt the pain of the attack.

"Bad! Bedslot*bah! Bang..."

Jayaseta again cut Karsa's swear words. He slid forward into the chest, kicked it and read Karsa's head.

Karsa raised both hands, but the roar of Jayaseta's attack was unbearable.

SIR!!

NAH!!

NAH!!!

PRAK!!!

Various rain attacks make Karsa like wood floating in the middle of the river, arising drowned and doyong to and fro.

Mandau Jayaseta was finally robbed in some parts.

Jayaseta concentrated the energy within and unleashed it quickly in the form of an attack. The fighting style of Yulgok the swordsman from Joseon somehow entered the inside also into the Jurorless Style. Jayaseta turned his body, but not to the side, but from the bottom up, beating Karsa's jaw hard.

PRAK!!

Karsa's body flinched and lifted upward. He was thrown backwards and fell to the ground.

The skin of his face was not scratched from the outside, but his chin bones were cracking and tearing his flesh and skin from the inside.

Karsa felt a stinging pain from his chin that sent nerves to his brain.

It bleeds.

"Bangkhshsttt!!!" Karsa again swore, but the word that came out of his mouth was intangible. The damage to his jaw is what makes it so.

"Just speak, Karsa. Don't think I'm daunted by you. It is even I who thank you for trying to get back to life and witness my silat skills!" jayaseta said behind her mask. Words of challenge like this is part of Jayaseta's own pride, as well as a way to make the enemy more upset, so that later the defeat of the opponent is truly plenary and perfect.

Karsa held his chin in disbelief. The Jayaseta he faced turned into a creepy creature. It is fast, agile, strong and more powerful.

Karsa understood, seeing Jayaseta's ability this time, in one buzz, then his head will break again. And after that, his body and head must have been burned so he wouldn't come back alive.

Only this time of his life, Karsa was afraid.

He held his neck, trying to protect that part of his body from Jayasera's next attack.

Sure enough, Jayaseta darted like an arrow against Karsa's neck.

BUGS!

Karsa. He was so surprised he fell down. Heart's slipping. He held her neck and the piece was still intact.

Jayaseta was pushed back.

An unidentified figure appeared instantly and kicked into Jayaseta's chest. The kick did not hurt the warrior, but it was enough to make Karsa not lose his life for the umpteenth time.

Jayaseta stood up, turned her mandai and saw the figure in front of her who was standing clutching a pair of dorsally-less keris in both hands.

He wore a men's fashion in the form of black pants and long-sleeved gray clothes that are crossed tightly until the neck covers a pair of petite payu*dara. His head was wrapped in iket which seemed great to him.

The small but lovable body might be able to deceive others a little, but his dark yet delicate skin and ruthless beautiful face could not make Jayaseta pangling. The woman who disguised herself as a man was Pratiwi.

Pratiwi looked back, towards Karsa who was still sitting. "You're alive, grandpa?" said short.

Karsa stood up, smiled then chuckled happily.