The Thousand Mask Warrior

The Muun Met Mat

Before Arthit faced off with this fighter warrior from Pattani, in fact he had first defeated three Muay Boran fighters at once.

"Arthit, every time you come, we have a hard time betting. You've almost certainly won every fight. Gambling by guessing the enemy lost with a punch or kick is no longer exciting. The audience was able to guess correctly. So, we put forward new challenges and new rules" said a man who was accompanied by two people with him. All three are bookies as well as referees and officials of this village.

"You have to face three people at once. If you can hold on until this oil lamp runs out, you'll be the winner. Do not worry, coconut oil used for this lamp has also been reduced in number to a reasonable level," said the same person.

Arthit is not a man who is too handsome. His nose is crooked at the base, even in one corner of his eye there is a fairly large scar. Both are the result of his favorite fight kanuragan. But, the shape of the body, stature and the way he speaks have its own charm that is attractive in the eyes of the opposite sex.

He chuckles. "No problem, Praew," he told the person he was talking to. But this time I want Karawek for seven full days as a winning prize. Is this village willing to give the girl to me?" continued.

Praew nodded and looked towards his two comrades. "But Karawek is not a beautiful woman, Arthit," Praew said, looking confused.

Arthit chuckled again. "There's a pretty girl in this village, Praew. I used to remember you offering Hom and Phueng. After I looked, the two of them were like my aunt in her thirties, but even fourteen of them were not yet."

The three people in front of Arthit were laughing out loud. "Ah, but you wear it too, don't you, Arthit?" quip Praew.

"That's because there's no choice" Arthit replied.

"Good, fine. We concur. Besides, we have nothing to lose. Karawek without doing this gamble is actually just fine if you ask him directly. I've known him for a long time he likes you. Let alone seven days, you make a deposit forever, I don't think he will refuse" Praew replied.

"It's not a matter of course Karawek wants. It is the epitome of my achievement. I don't want to get Karawek for free" Arthit said.

So, three young men surrounded Arthit. Their dark skin was polished by the light of the sun. The three of them looked ferociously and excitedly towards Arthit. This opportunity will not be wasted. They know the Muay Paak Klang. But the condition of defeating it this time is only to be able to survive until the coconut oil lamp that has been lit is dead. At least one of the three must survive. Victory in the form of property, both from the bet and from Arthit itself is not the main one. However, name and image.

By beating Arthit in this gambling bet, the name of the three of them would soar. The villagers and neighboring areas will respect them. Hom, Phueng and a dozen other women who had slept with Arthit would definitely succeed them in having anyway.

As soon as their dreams soar high through the clouds.

The three twirled their clenched arms and raised their legs as typical Muay Boran silat horses.

Not so with Arthit. It is very relaxed, tends to be duckish. He did not pay attention to the palm oil lamp at all, even busy glancing towards Karawek.

Right, that thirteen-year-old girl is not pretty. There was a three-finger black birthmark on the left of his shaved head. But by god, Arthit burst into the shape of Karawek's body, from his bare feet, hips, open belly and his tiny chest wrapped around a piece of shabby grey cloth.

Arthit shook his head impatiently. "I have to finish this fight immediately" he murmured.

Very different from the lay of Muay Boran silat horses, this middle Siamese silat tends to be calm and stiff. He clenched both hands with the back of his hand facing down. The legs placed in front are only on tiptoes, instead of being lifted up like the three opponents.

Arthit wrapped his fist with a cotton ball, while the three opponents twisted the fist almost to the elbow with a straw rope. The goal is to reduce the blow so as not to injure yourself and make the hit more comfortable.

That's when at once two opponents attacked. One young man jumped far ahead and thrust his knee, while the other was ready to throw his elbow into Arthit's head.

Quickly, in one motion, Arthit slipped away from both attacks and thrust his fist into the enemy's jaw that had jumped about to elbow his head.

"That's one fist from Muun Met Mat, Ten Thousand Fists Right on Target" Arthit said.

The enemy lay on the ground convulsing, then unconscious.

The crowd cheers the audience.

The one that had attacked Arthit with his knee was now gawking. Not yet aware of what had just happened, Arthit shot forward as fast as lightning towards him giving a straight forward kick, tracing his chest.

The opponent crossed both arms in front of the chest.

BRUG!

He flinched back half a step.

Arthit greeted again with a kick to the outer thigh, making the enemy squishy. The final kick is a round kick to the enemy's neck.

BUGS!

The enemy fell violently on the clay with his head hit first. He was also unconscious.

The last opponent, the squeeze had a chance, attacked from the side. He stroked Arthit's waist, then cut his neck, locked it with both hands, then threw a knee strike from a very close distance into Arthit's stomach.

One, two, three, four, five, six. Unlock it and hit Arthit's cheek by launching an elbow strike to his side.

Arthit held back with his arms, but his body was doyong like it was about to fall.

Now the sound of a scream was heard uniformly.

The young man who attacked Arthit earlier, who was the last fighter of the three who were still standing, looked at Arthit's body in disbelief. Can he land multiple attacks on a Muay Paak Klang?

"Happy?" suddenly Arthit's voice came.

Of course the young man did not realize let alone reply to the question that Arthit had asked him, because a hard fist hit his forehead. He jerked back and fluttered on the ground.