The Thousand Mask Warrior

Marti

Seeing the sudden attack of their enemies who were originally thought to be killed or at least injured by Sarti's fire, the two other warriors were still standing, Parta the iron toya and the Chinese with whip chains that had been released from her waist were suddenly attacked Jayaseta.

The chain snatched, Jayaseta rolled and away from the chain attack and targeted Parta whose toya had also been rotated roaring to target Jayaseta's head.

Jayaseta looked down and rolled over.

Toya escaped past his head. The Parthian moves did not stop.

The toys are constantly used to poke and chop. Jayaseta dodges and tries to attack the whip chain which is immediately greeted by the whip.

This time Jayaseta bounces and throws her disc which she quickly picks up from the top of her head while bouncy earlier. The disc was successfully deflected by a chain rotation that was moved with a single stomp and formed a kind of shield.

Jayaseta retreated back and attacked Parta the steel toya. Parta was ready to also attack Jayaseta who was sliding towards her, but Jayaseta stopped his attack and took a step back, the toya was two feet away from Jayaseta's face.

Now it's perfect. Jayaseta does want this distance where the toya and chain are getting closer to him.

“Hei Goan Pole!” Parta shouted as the chains grabbed her toy, two iron sounds shimmering.

The chain whip swordsman who turned out to be named Tiang Goan spontaneously pulled his chain whip so as not to hurt Parta. Jayaseta knew that when more than one man attacked him with a variety of different weapons, then all these attacks will actually be difficult and disastrous for the attackers themselves because each weapon will actually collide and it is difficult to see which attack should come first.

For Jayaseta, it was the chain of whips that would give him ample opportunity to launch an attack because the chain whip would make it difficult for the other attackers.

“Backed!” suddenly Kangsa had already woken up and picked up his remaining sword one because another sword was thrown away. Kangsa immediately entered the battle and gave his best attack.

From the corner of his eyes, Jayaseta could see that Damar was also ready with both branches and that he also went straight into the fight with his anxiety. Both the kangsa and Damar swarmed or stabbed their weapons. When the two warriors were unable to insert a single attack on Jayaseta's body, Parta could not bear to stab her. He stabbed and even slashed.

Jayaseta was so intelligent that he did not serve the attacks of Parta, instead bouncy and deliver one of his fiercest blows to the Kangsa who was off guard at one point. Just once the Iron Fist came in and hit his left chest.

The kangsa retreated but remained standing. His sword fell and he could not take it back.

His breastbone is cracked!

He slowly collapsed to the ground after the pain in his chest attacked.

Seeing this his whole friend was crazy. Even Sarti did not want to keep quiet. He picked up his gun and started shooting towards Jayaseta. As a result, all attacks become messy.

“Sarti, watch your shot!” Parta said loudly worried that Sarti misfired.

The cries of Parta were understandable because what they were facing was not an ordinary person. Parta did not underestimate the greatness of Sarti's shot, but Jayaseta himself continued to move, circling around using every loophole to his advantage.

This time Damar was his victim. The distance was the shortest as the other three warriors used long weapons.

Jayaseta manages to catch Damar's left arm and twists it. Damar went around and fell on the ground. Haven't had time to wake up his face has been hit by Jayaseta's heel. Just one kick but at an incredible speed that Jayaseta took from the Thunder Kick of the South. Damar was unconscious.

Now there are only three warriors who are still turning their weapons violently. Sarti still fired his gun. Jayaseta cannot let this go on. The rotat stick lay not in hand, the chain whip of the Goan Pole still continued to snatch.

BRET!

Jayaseta's left arm was hit by the sharp end of the chain. Tearing his sleeves and scraping his skin. For a moment Jayaseta lost the horses, when the iron rod Parta poked his chest three times at once quickly and the last blow hit Jayaseta's head. He collapsed and felt a bit of blood dripping down his forehead.

But thankfully, he was conscious.

Two disc plates saved him from the pounding of the iron toya of Parta. Jayaseta immediately rolled on the ground. Despite the collapse, he had to keep moving because he did not want to be the target of*****Sarti who targeted his weakness.

Jayaseta continued to roll on the ground, Tiang Goan and Parta continued to shower him with attack after attack. Dust was flying from these incredible attacks.

When Jayaseta was finally able to stand up, he immediately attacked Parta with his fists and kicks. All can be fended off by Parta with her toya. Jayaseta's arms and legs collide with the iron toya. Years of hard training have made it a habit and requires him to hit hard objects to strengthen his legs and hands, so that a pair of legs and hands are also as dangerous as weapons.

Jayaseta leaps and kicks using both feet towards Parta who fends off with a toya. But unfortunate for Parta. The kick was no ordinary kick, but it had been fed almost half the energy in Jayaseta.

Toya used to hold Jayaseta's kick hit Parta's own chest, making her bounce several spears away and making her breath choked and unconscious. Jayaseta did this at once to get a space for a moment where he then released his second disc towards the Goan Pole.

TRANGS!

Goan's mast again managed to fend off the disc.

He chuckled, “He he he, still trying to attack in the same way heh? Try the love that is dangerous,” said Tiang Goan with a Malay accent typical of China.

Shit also for Tiang Goan who easily underestimate the opponent. Because right after mocking Jayaseta suddenly his head was hit hard by Jayaseta's kick.

His head was quail, yet he was still able to try to give an attack. Soon the chain turned back. Darling Jayaseta is closing in. Chain was caught with Jayaseta's right hand, while his left hand punched Pole Goan's face many times until his face was almost formless. One closing kick then hit the chest of Tiang Goan until he bounced towards Sarti.

Sarti immediately prepared again half crouching and aiming Jayaseta back with his gun that had just been refilled.

In front of him Jayaseta was already standing and staring intently at him.

On his right hand, precisely on his index finger, he was twirling a bracelet-shaped iron plate. It was a disc that Jayaseta had used twice to attack the Goan Pole. Apparently he still has that one thing, thought Sarti.

“You're ready boy?” sarti's voice turned out to be quite subtle for a ruthless female swordsman.

“We see who is the fastest, *****my gun, or your throwing weapon,”.

Jayaseta was already thinking about the possibilities. First, the gun in Sarti's hand is a pistol belonging to the Walanda Company whose way of working is to insert ***** into the barrel hole, then poke in with the fire powder. Each shot means once again the same action.

Sarti rifle that also can not be used earlier also has the same way of working. That is, one shot of Sarti this time should hit Jayaseta, otherwise he needs a little more time to attack. The disc Jayaseta was turning on his index finger was now also the last disc he had kept above his head.

DAR!

Sarti fired his gun. A thunderous sound and smoke filled the air.

Sniper rifles with as well as rifles and copak pistols with a sparking tool, a sparking tool or a trigger device spinning from the ground opposite this is actually still inferior to the bow and arrow. His speed and accuracy were left behind by those more ancient weapons.

It's just that there are quite different results. The explosion of fire powder and its sound was enough to make the enemy tremble. The metal round bullet was also able to pierce through the shield and armor though. It could almost be said that the victim who was hit by the gunfire would almost certainly not survive.

TING!

The sound of metal and metal clashing. Without Sarti expecting it, the bullet hit Jayaseta's disc. The disc then bounced and stuck on the ground, while the gun bullet continued to accelerate and managed to injure Jayaseta even though it was not exactly as he had intended.

The pelor went through Jayaseta's neck.

Sarti smiled broadly seeing that the bullet had managed to injure the opponent. But it wasn't long, because an object was speeding towards him. Jayaseta threw it.

PLOTS UP!

Sarti's head was hit by that sudden throw. Sarti just held his head and was confused what thing hit his head. He then saw the object falling on the ground, a pink mask was grimacing towards him.

Sarti stretched out in annoyance, but unexpectedly Jayaseta had hit fast and managed to give a kick to the side of Sarti's body.

That lightning-fast kick succeeded Sarti tepis, but the gun came off and once again Sarti rolled to the side. Then with lightning fast too Sarti stood up and unsheathed his dagger.

Jayaseta pressed on the wound on her neck that was still bleeding. The wound was not so big as it only pierced the side of his neck. However he had to finish this match quickly before more and more blood flowed out.

“Does the nickname Thousand Mask Swordsman refer to your pink mask?” sarti said softly yet so firmly.

Jayaseta did not answer and took his Samba mask lying on the ground, then put it on. But just as Jayaseta finished wearing the mask, Sarti had already charged towards him.

“Heyaaaaaa .. “ while shouting Sarti jumps high against Jayaseta with his keris.

Jayaseta shifts, but Sarti's kris are like hundreds of cobras pecking at a fast pace. Jayaseta was astonished and surprised because although he had faced directly with several warriors who used the style of keris, but Sarti was very different. His piercing strokes far outstripped the Demon Bee in almost every sense. His speed and power are incredible. Jayaseta is starting to get overwhelmed. He could no longer face every stab of Sarti without a weapon.

BUGS!

Sarti's kick hit Jayaseta's left rib as he was busy avoiding Sarti's dangerous stabs.

“Heyaaaa ...!”

BUGS!

Sarti jumped so high and twisted his body a little, one swivel kick Sarti hit Jayaseta's chest. He was thrown far away and sloshed on the ground.

Sarti's movements were not as gentle as his voice. Even though his battle cry was also fairly soft, but his attack was fierce and ferocious. He does not seem to stop until the enemy is completely killed at the end of his keris.

Jayaseta was forced to roll back half-dead because Sarti did not give her the slightest breath. The mask he wore was completely indifferent to Sarti, no effect of fear or mystery was common to other enemies.

Jayaseta was astonished. Of the five attackers, only Sarti was hard to subdue. At first he thought Sarti was just holding on and relying on his rifle. Apparently his ferocity was seen even when he was holding a keris. His speed was incredible, roaring and without any pause at all. Jayaseta admits that he is desperate.

But suddenly Jayaseta was aware of something. Once again Jayaseta rolled back and chipped away to avoid Sarti. He knew this was only temporary, but it was enough to prepare his horses.

As expected, Sarti did not stop, he immediately rushed towards Jayaseta. Jayaseta himself in a state of crawling now has a broken rifle belonging to Sarti whose tip is on his knife. Jayaseta greeted Sarti's prick by chipping like a frog.

Sarti's hand clutching a keris floated in midair, almost two arms a distance to Jayaseta's face. While the knife at the end of his own rifle that is now used Jayaseta has stuck right in the middle of Sarti's chest.