The Thousand Mask Warrior

Self-Esteem

Khaung circled the dha and developed the flowers of his Burmese silat style and prepared his horses. Similar to the Siamese Krabi Krabong, Khaung raised one leg in front as part of his nurse.

No matter how surprised and funny Jayaseta with the reality he just received earlier, he should not be swept away in the kara game and mind game of the opponent. Instead, his shortness instincts instantly scrutinized the opponent's movements quickly.

Although there is still one root with Muay Boran silat, indeed the twin dha sword silat horses used by Khaung are quite different and closer to Malay or Javanese silat, Jayaseta thought.

In fact it is true, silat Khaung by using the weapon is generally referred to as Banshay. For all types of silat that come from the Burmese people, they call it Thaing. Included in Lethwei, Burmese silat empty-handed like the warriors supporting Khun Wanchay Na Ayutthaya. Thus Banshay Thaing is a term for Burmese silat using weapons.

The only one, Sovannarith the Khmer from Cambodia, though not speaking in Malay, seems to know very well what his colleague, Khaung the Burmese robber said. He also directly circled a pair of daab in the style of fighting silat Khmer Cambodian country known as Kbach Kun Boran Khmer, which more or less means ancient silat Khmer. In the Khmer language, the daab is the dav. The shape, although also almost indistinguishable from the daab, is actually more similar to the Burmese dha like its counterpart, Khaung.

It seems that Jayaseta needs to resist the urge to satisfy her immense curiosity and curiosity about all these things. The enemy challenge ahead is no less exciting. The warrior soul that has penetrated in his chest screams to try again the silat style of the country of Siam and its surroundings, a country that is separated from the territory of the Malays.

Jayaseta turned around and walked towards his entourage abruptly. Khaung and Sovannarith were confused. Likewise with Siam, Ireng and others when they saw Jayaseta walking closer to them.

"Rear of Bed, please lend me a pair of your rattan sticks. Those two people already knew inside out about me and our entourage without exception. It's time I dig out an explanation from them. Your Kali Bisaya moves I'll borrow, Kakang, to make them deterred against me" Jayaseta said.

Although still confused about what to answer or think, Katilapan still threw a pair of rotational stick weapons.

After capturing the two blunt weapons, Jayaseta plugged a piece of his booty from one of the robbers on the ground.

He turned around again and walked to his place, faced with two robbers of different nationality.

Hearing this, Khaung and Sovannarith furrowed their foreheads in wonder, let alone seeing Jayaseta changing weapons from sharp to blunt. Both are well aware of the story of the warrior's devotion. They also watched with their eyes what about with almost no effort, Jayaseta made the cavalry of New World robbers messy. However, confronting the two of them by using two rattan sticks was clearly harassing and insulting to their pride.

"Bangs*at you, Jayaseta!" khaung Oath. He turned his face toward Sovannarith for a moment to agree, then immediately attacked Jayaseta.

Both of his swords slashed across the inside simultaneously. Behind him, Sovvanarith joined his dav from a different direction.

Jayaseta dragged his feet fast and curled from the consecutive attacks in that one move. Sabetan dha and dav pass through his chest, neck, head and shoulders.

Sovannarith lunged forward again, but this time with a long, sharp knee strike. The attack was a mere opener. His Dav cut across again when Jayaseta managed to avoid his knee.

At the same time, Khaung spins like a cycle slashing the lower half of Jayaseta's body.

THE PLAQUE! THE PLAQUE! THE PLAQUE!

Kin Jayaseta responded to their attack by playing his rotat stick, repelling the attack by hitting the opponent's arm, while avoiding the attack.

Khaung and Sovannarith shouted restrainedly getting both their hands hit in such a way. It was not the pain in the hand that was so pronounced, but the heart and self-esteem, making the faces both flushed red from anger and resentment.