The Thousand Mask Warrior

Escape

Sasangka roared forward, but not jumping, not crashing. The movement of the three managers that seemed simple but useful and deadly it allowed Sasangka to slide in three steps to the three corners of the wind.

Both of his legs were treading steadily on the earth, shifting as necessary, yet nimble and trengginas.

Two Hell's Earth Needle members installed the body, effectively protecting Kamisan and decided to attack Sasangka first. Both of them released one poisonous nail each.

Sasangka had first understood that their secret weapon was only left behind a few pieces. However, they are not equipped with any sharp weapons or other types of snejata. Maybe only the chairman has a wooden club shaped pikulan.

So, obviously, their attacks would only be throws or short attacks by jabbing the nails. The savings of those secret weapons were definitely the top choice.

Sasangka shifted in the second step, one nail passing through his head. Before one nail was released by the other Hell Earth Needle member, Sasangka spent a third long step, slashing the enemy's wrist with a wedhung in his left hand. The hand is broken off, regardless of the wrist. Furthermore, with two related wedhungs at the base of the hilt clasped in the right hand, Sasangka tore the abdomen from the waist side of both opponents. Last move, both his hands stretched out and chopped quickly. Both enemies fell to the earth, killed in a bath of blood.

Kamisan shouted loudly, full of anger and malice. His pikulan rotated a full circle to Sasangka's head. If Sasangka had not retreated, his head would have been crushed like an egg.

"Bang*sat! Bastard*tastard. Apparently this is the form of the Thousand Mask Swordsman hunted by the Walanda Betawi Company and harmed the Hell Earth Needle group massively. Don't call me the Pikulan Sakti if it can't make you extinct today. I'll open that cover on your face. I I looked carefully at your face before I smashed it with my pikulan," exclaimed Kamisan full of anger.

The other four Hell Earth Needle members had already prepared the attacking horses. The poisonous spikes were already tucked away in their knuckles and fists.

"Rear, let us attack him together. You do not need to bother to intervene," said one of them.

"No! You retreat. I don't want any more victims. Let me kill this bang*sat with my own hands" Kamisan replied.

"Just go all in. After all, none of you will survive and live after fighting with me," said Sasangka coldly.

Sasangka's words were like a trigger for Kamisan's anger that had bubbled up for a long time. Not waiting for a long time, Kamisan immediately returned to attack Sasangka blindly.

Two thumps roared towards Sasangka's head and shoulders or neck. Both escaped. The planned third attack split from the top of the enemy's head downwards, the Pikulan of the Earth-Pounding Moon, failed completely. Sasangka slashed toward Kamisan's leg, which abruptly cancelled the attack and rolled forward to avoid the deadly attack.

Seeing the leader in a disadvantageous state, four of Kamisan's comrades attacked simultaneously. The poisonous spikes roared towards Sasangka like rain.

The simple but thorough movements of Saam Kun-thau Sasangka, plus the three dagger styles transformed Sasangka into three different people.

His body seemed to double, slipping between the whirring of the nails without pulling over or fending off with the three wedhungnya. Suddenly, Sasangka approached the enemy. Wedhung in his left hand read out and slashed in one long but quick and firm motion. While a pair of wedhung in his right hand chopped and twisted, breaking into the skin and flesh of the opponent in one deep cut.

Two more people fell back. One was still trying to get up, even though his stomach was torn big. Unfortunately he did not manage to stand again because Sasangka hit his chest with a hard kick covered with deep energy. The poor man's chest cracked and his life was gone.

The three of them attacked together, simultaneously. Two people threw their nails, gradually, two to three times. While Kamisan roared with his pikulan. With this layered attack, it is expected that the Thousand Mask Warrior can be metered and eventually concede his defense.

But, Sasangka's three-way stance is clearly designed to deal with three enemies and multiples, meaning that when the opponent attacks ganged, especially simultaneously, that's where the manager works best.

Sasangka shifted his legs, moving nimble, fast. He dodged and attacked. Three straight and sideways steps escaped his body from the throws of five warangan poisonous spikes. Wadhung in his left hand brushed off the thump of Kamisan's pikulan. The next step made Sasangka's body go into the heart of the attack of his three enemies who thought he had been besieged.

Wedhung twins putty in his right hand spinning but moved straight in one stroke. One nail thrown at him was parried and clanking due to the rotation of his wedghung, then kept straight in and cut off the shoulder of the attacker.

The opponent gasped at the piercing pain then retreated holding a long large wound on his shoulder.

"Damn! The movement should have killed him" Sasangka said in his heart. It seems that he was disappointed with the attacks of his managers that have been arranged in such a way and concisely in order to be appropriate to kill quickly.

Kamisan's wooden whistle roared again towards his upper chest and neck. The movement of the three movements of Sasangka abstained from retreating, abstinence from spinning. So, Sasangka parried the blow from below with wedhung putty in his right hand.

The Kamisan magic piculan attack was again suppressed. Sasangka inserted a short, straight but hard kick through Kamisan's ribs which then lapsed backward. The face of disbelief was painted on the face of the leader of the last Hell Earth Needle movement when the wedhung in Sasangka's left hand slid into the batok of his head.

Kamisan died standing on the spot. His body just fell to the ground after Sasangka who claimed to be the Thousand Mask Swordsman pulled his sword that slashed deeply in the head of the opponent.

The two Kamisan subordinates looked at each other in disbelief as well as fear. One of them had even forgotten that his shoulder was injured quite badly earlier. Although blood still flowed between the fingers trying to cover the wound, he had thought of defending his life. He turned around and fled with all his might from that place.

His colleague only realized from his astonishment after his friend went to turn around a few steps. He dropped the nails in both hands and turned the fleeing body in different directions. He thought it was far more likely to escape than to throw his secret weapon.

His mind is wrong. In fact, he was the one who died first when Sasangka threw a single wedhung from his left hand. The weapon rotated in the air causing a heavy clanging sound, then stuck on his back.

He fell down, trying to pull out the sharp weapon from his back which was impossible. It took him two breaths until he completely lost his life.

Sasangka looked at his other opponent. Although he first decided to escape from the battlefield, his shoulder injuries resulted in him running quite slowly and stumbling.

Sasangka well-rolled the body figure that was running away from it. He concentrated the energy in his right hand and threw the twin wedhungs from his right hand.

The pair of weapons spun horizontally like the Prabu Krishna chakra weapon in the air, breaking the enemy's neck. His head was thrown to the side, while the body asked his life fell backward, twitching for a moment and then silent for eternity.

Sasangka walked fast. He picked up three of his weapons, cleaned his sharp blade of blood using the clothes of his enemies, then removed his mouthpiece. After returning to dress like an ordinary person, Sasangka wiggled to the left right. When no one saw him, Sasangka walked away from the slaughterhouse casually.