The Thousand Mask Warrior

Abaft

Jaka Pasirluhur stands in the middle of the stern deck. He had just asked Lan Xang soldiers to stop firing cannons, of course this was done with sign language because both sides did not know their respective languages. Not only that, he quickly explained as much as he could that they had better prepare on the deck, severing the ropes that the attackers used to climb onto their ships.

Fortunately, the Lan Xang soldiers understood and were willing to hear it. This is not without reason, some time ago, a masked figure with a funny face as funny as the shape of his weapon, in each of the waves managed to kill and push down four attackers back into the sea.

Now, the figure of Jaka Pasirluhur, standing with his own newly discovered horses in the middle. His butted hand was ready on his side, similar to the other hand holding a kudhi. The plan was to slaughter anyone who managed to break through the defenses of the Lan Xang warriors who attacked them on the stern side.

Before long a spear was thrown towards Jaka Pasirluhur who could dodge with not much effort.

"They were happy to throw a javelin," the masked swordsman Penthul Tembem said.

Defense breached. Although only one spear was thrown, but three people who had scattered towards Jaka Pasirluhur. The three clasped one sword in the right hand and one dagger in the left hand. The spear was no longer in their hands. These three attackers appear to be from Champa, not the Vietnamese people. It could be that the pirates of Daisy get the task of attacking the bow section.

Jaka Pasirluhur understands that.

"Peduli satan. Go ahead all of you!" jaka Pasirluhur.

The three people who attacked with two weapons each at the same time, was definitely not an easy matter. Moreover, these pirates were not ordinary people. They however, no matter how bad their martial and martial skills, are still trained people, especially by experience.

Jaka Pasirluhur twisting the semicircular body. He was like a drunk man who lost his balance. Surprisingly, this style is even suitable to be set on the deck of a ship that is wobbling like this.

Jaka Pasirluhur smiled widely behind his mask.

His drunken style made his body sway strangely, like an imbalance between his left and right body parts. As a result, every stab and slash of the enemy's dagger and sword was successfully avoided. Jaka Pasirluhur evaded by slipping in a narrow space ushered in by the attackers.

His kudhi moved wildly, crossing into the air, just once.

BRET!!

Bound one attacker torn. Blood spilled like it was poured from a wooden bucket. The body of the Champa pirate collapsed like a dry log. The difference is, he was bleeding badly.

A heartbreaking loud shout echoed. Jaka Pasirluhur pulled his kudhi whose curved end was still stuck in the enemy's hip, while pulling the opponent's body. The body of the pirate who was thrown by Jala Pasirluhur hit the body of his partner.

Anger was clearly visible on the face of the Champa pirates. He woke up after moving the body of his colleague who turned out to be dead after hitting his body.

The atmosphere of the ship is still boisterous. His friends are still trying to get on the boat. It didn't take too long for them to catch up. However, the pirate wanted to finish this fight. He wanted to be the one to kill the masked figure in front of him. The orders of the New World group are clear. Kill two masked Javanese on this ship.

The dagger in the left hand of the pirate shone in the sunlight. Jaka Pasirluhur dared to bet, the silver-handled Champa dagger must have been the spoils of the countrymen. While his right hand held a long curved sword in the style of the Mamluk dynasty, the Hindustani people. Especially from the headwaters that are suitable to be used with one hand.

The pirate twirled his long sword then roared, attacking it quickly read out towards Jaka Pasirluhur's head. The masked swordsman dodged to the side, again in the style of a drunken man.

The Mamluk sword darted away from the target. The pirate thrust his dagger twice in a short style. Still failed! Jaka Pasirluhur retreated quickly.

Gusar, the Champa pirates chased after Jaka Pasirluhur by once again trying to split the enemy's head with one long stab.

He's got it wrong. Jaka Pasirluhur had managed to trap and lock it. The drunk steps make the enemy lusted after him, even though Jaka Pasirluhur clearly locked him up. Perhaps his movements were like drunken people, but the swordsman was completely sane and measured.

Jaka Pasirluhur held back his sudden retreat, moving sideways so low that he was about to fall. However, in one stomp, at the same time as evasion, Jaka Pasirluhur slashed the head of the pirate from the side. The piece on the enemy's neck was untidy, tending to be rough and dirty as it was done from such a low angle. However, that is one of the characteristics of the kudhi Jaka Pasirluhur styles now: firm and straightforward.

The head of the Champa pirates rolled on the deck of the ship, followed by his lifeless body.

However, Jaka Pasirluhur could not rest. There was already another group of pirates who had managed to climb onto the deck.