The Thousand Mask Warrior

Bondslave

Five young women sat on a stretcher, each lifted by four slaves. These young women were indigenous women who were forced to dress up in the style of company women.

Their clothes were wide and stacked. Their fashion collars are like the open necks of flying lizards. While the faces of the women were no less menornya. The red color is not only on the lipstick, but also on the cheeks. Their hair is rolled up in such a way as the domes of a company building. Some wore head coverings such as a broad but colorful peasant pack caping.

In front, side and back of the palanquin troupe were scattered sharp armed men. Very not comparable to the number of stretchers they join. Thirty-five men with machetes and swords hung from their waists.

Rude words continue to scatter like crushed rice grains. These harsh words were intended for the slaves who lifted the palanquins. They cursed the slaves who looked exhausted carrying stretchers.

They walked slowly on a street outside Betawi's fortress. The road is actually quite beautiful because besides flowing river flow with various types of curved-tipped boats, the left right is also overgrown with large trees that make the road feel shady. As the name once said, Sunda Kalapa, tall and tight coconut trees are also scattered everywhere. Jayaseta wants very little to enjoy this trip if not disturbed by the scenery that makes his heart riled.

As expected, Jayaseta is very sensitive to all forms of injustice and arbitrariness. Slaves from Java, Madura, Ambonia, even until Keling was actually very commonly used by wealthy merchants, governments or companies at that time. But Jayaseta never saw the fairness in the practice of slavery where humans feel higher levels than other humans and feel entitled to enslave others.

During the trip, Jayaseta had often seen slaves being treated inhumanely. Many times he intervened in beating up groups that treated their slaves arbitrarily. Of course this time the events that were in front of him were not exceptions.

At first he did not want to interfere with this group. But then again, his instinct of justice worked. There must be something wrong with this group. In addition to the harsh words that came out of the group's mouth, not a few Jayaseta saw punches and small kicks hit the bodies of the slaves. They were considered too slow to carry a stretcher and seemed to have been so tired.

Jayaseta walked behind two five-six spears from the palanquin troupe until a stretcher suddenly slanted and fell to the ground. The young woman on the stretcher did not fall, she was fine because she immediately got up and stood up. He even directly helped one of the slaves who seemed so exhausted. This slave is quite old, although his body still shows well-formed muscles.

Two armed guards approached and violently pulled the arm of the young woman who had been helping the fallen slave. While one more person directly kicked the body of the grandfather.

“Quick wake up old old!” said the kicker.

Jayaseta was still trying to resist approaching and hit back at the person who kicked him until he realized that he knew the kicker well. Two sword hilts were sticking out of his back. Still visible rattan Jayaseta scratches on his forehead. The voice of Kangsa was very familiar Jayaseta.

In that instant Jayaseta slid out of his place!

He was suddenly upset and anger was hunting his chest. He felt his biggest mistake was letting those people live. The five Bloodthirsty Demons he should have finished off from the moment they were in the fight. He was busy questioning his behavior and attitude as a swordsman against these criminals. This is the result of releasing criminals who will then commit other crimes.

Angrily Jayaseta took and put on Hanuman's mask and threw the bundle of his clothes onto the edge of the road. His voice immediately echoed, “Badness, do not know at your end!” said it.

Jayaseta realized, her words were strange. More like the words of the begal. But he purposely said this to show his anger. It was obvious that Kangsa was surprised and looked in the direction of the sound. Jayaseta then became increasingly furious to see the emergence of two other people who were also very familiar, Damar and Parta. The two people were initially as shocked as Kangsa, but then the three grinned evilly.

Like the beginning of their meeting, Parta was always the one who started the conversation. At first Jayaseta thought it was Parta who was the leader of the Five Demons before knowing Sarti's true abilities.

“We meet again the Thousand Mask Swordsman,” said Parta deliberately raising her voice so that everyone there knew.

Inevitably, everyone in the entourage was clad. They were directly facing back where Jayaseta was already standing furiously. The stretchers were immediately lowered and the women gathered together into one behind the thirty heavily armed men who also instantly unsheathed their weapons. While the slaves also gathered in one place, along with the grandfather who seemed to still feel pain due to a kick in his stomach earlier.

“We admit that we lost that time. This man is a famous swordsman who managed to kill Sarti and Tiang Goan,” he said more to the armed forces of his entourage.

Sound “Ahhh” and “Oooo” rumble. It can no longer be ruled out the greatness of the name of the Thousand Mask Swordsman. Moreover, he had killed two warriors who were clearly very respected this group.

“You should take a good look at this guy. Behind his mask, he was a young man. But the science is incredible. This is your chance to avenge the deaths of your two chiefs. You will also get a name if you can kill the swordsman in this place. I'll give you a gift you can't imagine. Even the company will give you abundant wealth if this person ****,” Parta's words burn the spirit of the troops.

“Killhh! Finish!” the soldiers said with fire.

Jayaseta shook her head, but she also smiled behind her mask.

“Haha .. I actually want to laugh out loud. If you'd seen five of your leaders I'd beaten all out. They can stand here too because I forgive their lives,” Jayaseta said with a slight chuckle. This speech was also addressed to the armed men of the subordinates of Parta, Damar and Kangsa.

A little bit of this speech affects them. Jayaseta knew the remaining three Bloodthirsty Demons must have felt embarrassed and confused to hide their faces before their subordinates.

“Bags you! It's your own stupid fault for not killing us. Your weakness is the pretentious humane,” this time Damar who spoke with a slurred voice.

“This is our job. You're the one who from the beginning was a strong-witted meddling in people's affairs. We see if this time you can still be pretentious in front of thirty-five people, heh?!” Damar continued his words.

“Good. My main mistake was to release you alive. But you are the ones who ask that this time I do not forgive, then I will fulfill,” Jayaseta replied flatly.

“I, the Thousand Mask Swordsman, swore I would not release any of you here alive. Get out of this place as soon as you can and still want to live. But not for Kangsa, Damar and Parta,” Jayaseta said.

This speech immediately affected the horde. Everyone looked at each other and tried to decide to fight or save lives. However they are affected by the story and the fact that they will be faced with a famous sakti throughout the land of Java.

The slaves straightened their backs. Their eyes sparkled when they heard the masked man admit that he was indeed the Thousand Mask Swordsman. Surely they have heard many stories of the heroism of the warrior who defended the oppressed.

“You guys! You are more than thirty fully armed men. You think he's a god? We're gonna chop him all out. We're behind the company anyway. Even Sultan Agung alone could not penetrate the company's fortress,” now the Kangsa who racked his waist and shouted to his subordinates.

The words this time are quite mengenena turns out. His subordinates who were originally looking at began to ignite his spirit. Especially considering the gifts to be given by their masters and companies. It has been imagined beautiful clothes, gold and silver, soft and fragrant company-made bread, not to mention the possibility of getting beautiful women as they want.

Instantly all raised the sword into space and shouted excitedly. They immediately placed themselves with the horses and prepared to charge towards Jayaseta. Jayaseta is ready. He immediately took off the chain whip on his waist. He did not want to linger against his bullies. He will finish them off as soon as possible, without mercy.

“Don't say I didn't warn you. I have sworn that no one will get away with life still stuck in his body,” Jayaseta said loudly.

But suddenly Jayaseta was surprised by the whirring of arrows thrown at him. Luckily Jayaseta is no ordinary swordsman. Once the jolt of his chain whip dropped two arrows. Seeing that, the spirit of the past could no longer be stopped. They almost simultaneously swarmed like waves crashing against a reef.

Jayaseta turned his brain again and was a little surprised to not expect there to be several archers in this army. He carelessly paid no attention to each person in this group. Perhaps the voice and face of the Kangsa managed to make him fail to hold back his anger and avoid carelessness.

Jayaseta twists her chain whip at anyone passing by.

The whip of the chain cuts through the air.

TRANGS

The sword and machete could no longer be spared from the clash with the chain whip. This clash resulted in sparks and trembling hands. The attackers whose swords and machetes were struck and whipped Jayaseta's chains believe their hands must be tingling.

Sure enough, in just three moves Jayaseta managed to whip two people right on the shoulder. Jayaseta's silat ability is far beyond his enemies. The tip of the sharp iron whip pierced fiercely. The long distance of his chain whip is able to provide a distance that is difficult to be penetrated by his enemies. The three Devils who are still standing watching this battle must inevitably admit that Jayaseta's moves in using the chain whip belonging to the Goan Pole are even above the Goan Pole itself.

BRET! BRET! BRET!

Three more people were injured in the shoulder and neck by the whip chain rotation like a wind scroll hitting the top of a coconut tree. Even one man managed to become a victim of Jayaseta's violence. One line ran from his back, his shoulders to his arms dropping him to the ground.

Jayaseta then turned her body slightly low while still turning the gun. Then in an instant one person fell to the ground with a neck that was almost broken. The disc stuck right in his neck. The first victim in this horde to die. Apparently while low earlier Jayaseta had taken a disc from the top of his head.

Without being prevented, the whip of the Jayaseta chain not only spun and snatched, the whip of the chain also pierced like a sharp dragon tail. His sharp metal pendulum like a spear tried to sneak between the swords and machets of dozens of enemies.

Jayaseta is getting a beat against all his enemies. The more attacking, the better Jayaseta thought. A lot of enemies will pile up. Those who were feeling anxious and furious would attempt to attack, fiercely reciting the enemy. As a result, their attacks cannot hit the enemy well.

The remaining three members of the Five Bloodthirsty Demons had still not entered the battle. They watch closely the fight between Jayaseta and their men. At least ten people have been injured, one person has died and the rest are still having trouble getting close to Jayaseta.

It was then that Parta ordered the two men who did not go to battle, for they were carrying bows and dozens of arrows behind their backs, to mint Jayaseta. Before long two more arrows shot directly towards Jayaseta.

Whipping the chain he turned back, the two arrows fell to the ground. But Jayaseta lost his pace and the horses so that three men managed to enter urging Jayaseta. Their swords swirled around and chased after Jayaseta's body.

Two arrows shot again. Jayaseta did not have time to twist his chain whip. It twitched and bounced into the air once. The hot kid escapes and sticks in two trees behind Jayaseta.

According to Jayaseta, both archers were skilled archers. They dare to release the arrows even though many of their friends are in the fight. They are not afraid to talk about their friends. Their abilities are above average. Although until now not a single arrow has managed to touch Jayaseta, it is not impossible that they will constantly dare to release their arrows while Jayaseta will become difficult.

Jayaseta then turned around again and threw her chain whip out loud. The two people in front of him slammed to the side. One person was injured in the face and another in the neck. It was then that there was open space between Jayaseta and the archers who were ready to release their arrows again. Jayaseta understood this, he even deliberately fished to open himself to be a meal of bloodthirsty arrows.

When the two arrows shot again, Jayaseta twisted his chain whip to the foot of one of his braggarts. With a deep energy flowing into his arm, he stomped his chain whip so that the body of the twisted person was lifted violently in front of Jayaseta's body. Two arrows were thrust violently into the person's chest and waist. Of course, the two archers gave death gifts to their friend.

The two were stunned, but not for long as a disc shot towards them. They were startled not to flounder and instantly raised their bows to protect themselves. One bow broke into two pieces and the disc cut off the left hand of one of the archers, just like his bow. The cry of an archer brought him down to earth.

With this Jayaseta managed to open the siege of his attackers as their attention was split. Jayaseta was attacking, not just a seemingly random defense. It can attack anyone under any circumstances. Even when he was being pressed, he could have squandered and fought back just as hard. It's hard to guess.

Jayaseta hurled towards the three Blood-kissing Demons and whipped them. All three were shocked because they were unexpectedly immediately targeted by the attack. From the beginning, they were watching the fight. His third weapon was lifted in response to Jayaseta's attack. Their terrible battle was inevitable.

One more thing that Jayaseta did not notice and guess. The slaves for the sake of seeing this fight were like being lifted up in spirit. Perhaps because it has long been furious at the arbitrary actions of their masters and masters, it may also feel hopeless. After all the one who defended them was the Thousand Mask Swordsman who had been famous for his kindness in defending the weak.

Ungoverned, even without weapons, the bare-chested slaves attacked blindly the army armed with sharp swords and machetes.

Jayaseta's panicking. He then shouted to the slaves, “Stop, don't attack them ..”

Too late, three slaves died from sword stabbing, although one armed guard was also killed by a violent gang of slaves. The battle map changed.

It was no longer Jayaseta fighting the palanquin guards, but the slaves also fought along. They used anything to make weapons, knives taken from dead guards, stones and even wood from broken palanquins.

This can't be allowed. Blood will be splashed from both sides, even though Jayaseta is preventing the death of the slaves.

Jayaseta is back in his mind. His horses weakened so several times that the third weapon of the Bloodthirsty Demon came close to hitting him. Not to mention that several bodyguards had also participated in attacking him. He had to twist his chain whip harder and faster. Unfortunately it was not his condition that he was worried about, but the state of the slaves who from the corner of his eyes were seen starting to fall.

Jayaseta rolled back twice while smashing an Iron Fist at a guard who confronted him with a sword. The bodyguard retreated with blood coming out of his mouth. He was seriously injured, but Jayaseta refused to stop his attack. He immediately turned his chain whip and whipped it at the bodyguard.

The sharp end of the chain whip shot through the neck of the bodyguard. Blood immediately flowed from the wound with a choking sound. With a single stomp, the body of the bodyguards attracted and hit the three Blood-kissing Demons and several bodyguards that followed attacked him.

On this occasion, Jayaseta touched his head. Issue the last sompeled disc on one of its sides because *****Sarti the other day. Then the disc he fastened at the end of his chain whip. Now the whip has two dangerous ends, a disc plate and a taper end of the chain.

With his new weapon Jayaseta hurled towards the slaves who were fighting with the guards. The whip of the chain whipped again like a storm. Five moves, two bodyguards were lying with wounds on their skulls with blood rushing out like a waterfall. Their lives were not saved.

The three Bloodthirsty Demons seeing this were unwilling to remain silent anymore. They're trying to catch Jayaseta. But the slaves were out of control because they saw their friends wounded and dead and remembered their sufferings while working with the masters and merchants of the company. They tried to attack those three Devils as well.

For them, the three devils are too strong. The three simply flicked their toyas, twin branches and swords, and all the slaves who were blocking crashed like fallen leaves. Somehow they are now.

Jayaseta is getting panicked seeing this. The chain whip with its two sharp eyes still continued to search for prey, but its attention was already split. It was then that once again an arrow shot out and managed to stick it on his right shoulder. Handle's loosening. He can still fend off machete attacks by holding a chain whip with both hands. But one kick managed to get into his cheek until he was slightly pushed to the side.

One more arrow shot, one more, one more. Jayaseta dodged desperately with her No-Stick move. All escaped, but the pain in his right shoulder went inward. He spun once again his chain whip as hard as energy. The head of one of the determined bodyguards attacked him loose from the body and lay on the ground with bulging eyes.

Suddenly Jayaseta felt her knees wobble, her gaze fading. He fell to his knees and whipped his chains out of his hands.

The arrow is poisonous!

Immediately he concentrated his profound energy into his shoulders and heart to break the poison reaction into his body.