The Thousand Mask Warrior

The Battle on the River Part Four: The Elements of the Bending Sword

The fire was ignited easily on the deck without the guard. The two crew members who emerged from the deck of the ship were shocked when the fire had just eaten the wooden sail pole. Their astonishment and questions were immediately answered with the saber of Champa's sword and the piercing of the daggers in their bodies. Both tried to scream, either to call and warn others under the deck or just their form of pain, but life had already flown first from the body.

Before long, even the shouts of the slaves and rowers from inside the ship sounded, accompanied by smoke rising high. Everyone started running out no longer concerned with the responsibilities of their job as a rower, or the work of the other crew.

Above, the pirates were ready with their weapons.

The crew and slaves who came out were immediately greeted by a surprise attack. The life is delivered directly to the lifters. It's like waiting for an animal to come out of a cave to be slaughtered.

Apparently, burning the ship was not enough for the Champa pirates. They wanted a perfect and complete death for the crew and anyone aboard the ship.

Four Champa pirates attacked blindly and randomly with their swords and daggers. There was also a stabbing with a spear towards the hull and chest. The remaining three people, including the leader, were monitoring with a cold face.

As a result, three crew members were killed with gaping wounds. They were shocked and could not escape the attacks of the pirates. The rest, I don't know how many more people were injured by the sharp blades of the guns of the pirates. The atmosphere immediately became chaotic. The burning fire apparently heated the inside of the deck so that whoever was in the room, would definitely go straight out.

Until now, Pratiwi and Yu had not been aware of this incident. The two had just been on the bow and were trying to defeat two of Annam's pirates who were trying to take over the cannon and the ship as a whole. In the middle and stern of the unguarded ship became empty, jumping, burning and turning into a means of mass murder.

Fong Pak Laoya came out in droves with other people. He clearly heard the screams and commotion on the deck of the ship. He even knew that the screams were not only because of the smoke and fire that burned the ship, but something else.

He felt the belt on his waist.

True according to what he expected. Some people lay there while everyone seemed to wait for their turn to be attacked and killed by the enemy.

The crews of the ship who served on the hull and as paddler slaves fought as they could. They lunged with daggers and club wood. But only twice the brackets of their limbs detached, breaking off from the body. As they floundered dying on the deck, Champa's pirates pierced the quivering bodies with spears until the victim remained motionless.

Chaos continued until the flow of people coming out of the hull of the deck of the ship arrived

The Chinese healer and shaman jerked his belt strongly and quickly as a Champa pirate lunged towards him with a spear stretched forward.

SETTLE UP!!

No one is watching what really happened. Less than a breath away the attacker was killed. His life is flying fast.

Everyone is silent. Neither the crew were victims, nor were the attackers moving. The Champa pirates who died were found to have long wounds from the face, neck to chest.

This opportunity, when everyone was silent, used to the crew jumping into the river avoiding the fire that was slowly but surely devouring the ship. Their only choice was that one, die roasted to the fire or die at the hands of the pirates. And so, without caring about what really happened, they jumped into the river to swim to the edge.

Stay now the wounded are quite badly who can not get up or do anything, the pirates, and Fong Pak Laoya who stood before the Champa people.

“Bigger! Is this the man who killed our Annam colleagues?” the leader said to the other pirates.

“Can be. He is Chinese. Perhaps killing the Annamites was his will,” said another pirate.

“But this guy looks to be aged. Her clothing style suggests that she may be a Chinese merchant, merchant, or healer. It does not look at all that he is a swordsman,” said another pirate.

“Stupid time! Anyone on board must be destroyed. Do not be fooled by his stature and appearance. Don't underestimate him. Quickly surround him and finish him off before this ship is completely devoured by fire. We can't let him off this ship,” orders the leader of the troupe.

Fong Pak Laoya stood in an indecipherable style. The body is relaxed but both legs are bent in the style of silat horses disguised by its Chinese longhair. Both hands behind the body. One of his hands clasped the handle of the sword with a strange shape. The jian-like sword that he pulled from his belt had a blade that was as flexible as a scan. No wonder the enemy died like a whip, not an ordinary sword.

Secretly Fong Pak Laoya, with the science of Chinese silat kanuragan forced to show who he really is. He will face them all. He was determined to eliminate all these bullies by carrying out the moves of the flexible sword elements.