The Thousand Mask Warrior

Flying Dancers Knife

Jayaseta felt her consciousness begin to decline. He could not feel well the threat of attack being directed at him. Especially when he was still trying to fight the poison that was flowing in his blood.

Moments before a machete struck his head, Jayaseta's eyes caught one of the oldest slaves, who before the fight fell and was kicked by the Kangsa, throwing something at the attacker.

An object in the form of a sharp iron plate stuck in the head, slipping into the skull of his head. The bodyguard whose cleaver is only a few feet from Jayaseta's head immediately fell.

Not only that, the old man also threw a similar object towards the archer who was ready to release his poisoned arrow again. The taper iron plate was not just stuck in the head, but even went deep through the block of his head. The archer fell to his knees, then fell down kissing the ground without a sound.

Jayaseta is confused, but soon, as his consciousness is now gone, is replaced by the powers of Nagataksaka and Kyai Plered.

The poison that entered Jayaseta's body through the shoulder stuck in the arrow immediately evaporated into space. The arrow that was still stuck was uprooted with an incredible inner power. Jayaseta roars, his lost consciousness has been replaced by the extraordinary energy of the Nagataksaka Rajah and the poison of the Kyai Plered heirloom spear.

Jayaseta. Both of his hands became claws that slashed at the enemy. Both of his legs were as hard as an iron mace but as pliable as a whip. Three stretcher guards who attacked him were killed in a few moves.

Jayaseta continues to tear apart the enemy. Jayaseta's power is doubled. Unfortunately, with the emergence of foreign powers from inside Jayaseta's body, it turns off his true identity, which is full of prudence, prudence and sensitivity.

The three Devils were astonished by Jayaseta's sudden power. Not to mention two of their men were killed by the throwing of secret weapons of old slaves who had looked very, very weak and had no magic or silat at all.

But they don't want to be overwhelmed by this confusion. In a fight, anything can happen.

Parta looked at her two friends meaningfully then nodded. They simultaneously attacked Jayaseta who continued roaring savagely like a wounded bull, throwing the enemy with his claws.

BUGS!

Toya Parta beat Jayaseta in the back. Jayaseta rolled forward, but his movements showed no pain at all. His violent face remained covered behind the fiercely grimacing Hanuman mask. This makes all Jayaseta moves all his masks. Honey, once again this Jayaseta is not his true identity.

The old slave who was throwing a secret weapon suddenly frowned. He thinks hard. At this time only the original face that has a facial appearance typical of the Hindustani people, similar to Jayaseta's own grandfather teacher, Grandpa Keling. His skin was dark and his body was thin but when he looked closely, he could see a sturdy muscle thread by the annual exercise.

The old boy then felt the bottom of the stretcher that he had originally visited. He took out two more sharp iron plates and threw them hard and quickly towards the three Blood Smelling Demons.

THE TANG!

TING!

Damar and Kangsa managed to fend off the secret weapon which turned out to be two iron plates along the palm and two fingers wide. Both are secret knives.

The difference with ordinary knives, the handle and blades are fused and are one piece of iron plate. In addition, the thrown knife is indeed a special knife whose sharp part is only at the tip of the knife. It is not like the ordinary knife used for cutting.

The old grandfather fingered again the bottom of the stretcher. But this time he did not take the secret knife again, but two sharp weapons. These two sharp weapons were no less unique. The blade is almost twice the length of the palm, but the handle is not like a knife, cleaver, or sword. The handle is flat sideways so that when grasped, the blade is in the wearer's fist.

The grandfather immediately jumped towards the three Devils. One guard who blocked in front of him was killed with a stab in his stomach and chest. These two grandfather weapons are almost similar in use to Damar's branch weapons when used like claws that are punched or thrust into the enemy in front. Two blades of this weapon known as Katar, a unique weapon again typical of the land of Hindustan.

“Two old bastards!” Damar who was indeed the most easily ignited member of the Bloodthirsty Demon was already cursing back.

“I don't think you're good at sparkling. Who are you exactly?” damar is back.

“Don't bacot much, boy! Just payeni these two katarku,” said the grandfather who unexpectedly issued a firm and powerful voice. Absolutely with his groan when he fell as if tired earlier.

While jumping towards Damar and the other two Devil members, the old slave had landed a kick towards Jayaseta's chest while shouting, “Turn your strength! Put pure air directly into the heart. Invite Nagataksaka to work together.”

Jayaseta rolled back, but deep inside, she heard the voice of the grandfather who somehow affected her.

Jayaseta is instantly cross-legged and fights the foreign energy that rules him. The grandfather himself who understood this immediately attacked the three Devils and the guards who tried to get close to Jayaseta.

He jumped and jabbed his cat. When the enemy attacks he retreats, rolls over, and dodges. When the distance and the enemy is slightly adrift, he attacks again. So several times that what looks like is the grandfather dancing. His movements are soft but sharp. Attacking quickly in one or two stabs, successfully unsuccessful, he retreated for a moment and again attacked. No wonder, the grandfather is known as the Flying Knife Dancer.

Jayaseta slowly woke up. Apparently the poison from the arrow had reawakened the wild energy within his body. For a moment Jayaseta was indeed carried away by the explosive power in his body and followed the will of the power.

But suddenly a voice penetrated into the recesses of his soul, against the power of the poison. I don't know who the person Jayaseta did not understand, but he remembered Grandpa Keling and the keyword ‘Nagataksaka’ made him immediately aware. He doesn't want to think much longer. Who the person is is the business of the future. He must again have power over himself.

It is in this cross-legged state that Jayaseta has briefly regained consciousness and recovered completely. He opened his eyes. Behind the mask he clearly saw that the old slave was no ordinary old man. In both hands he held two weapons that Jayaseta had never seen. The grandfather's fighting style was also very strange and distinctive. The figure of the grandfather is like dancing, jumping around while stabbing his weapon.

“You're up? Quickly tell me when you're conscious,” the grandfather told Jayaseta. Understandably, Jayaseta's face is behind the mask, where the grandfather knows how Jayaseta looks now.

Jayaseta nodded her head for sure so that the grandfather understood what was happening. Jayaseta then looked around, watching his enemies scatter. Some were already floundering lifelessly, including the three slain slaves. The rest of the slaves and guards now surrounded Jayaseta, putting up horses and curious about what was happening.

The bodyguards were shocked because they were attacked by slaves and surprised by the greatness of the grandfather who was able to defend himself. While the slaves pay attention to the situation Jayaseta and docked to the grandfather.

“Good!” my grandfather replied suddenly.

“Now notice how to use this weapon,” said the grandfather still to Jayaseta.

Jayaseta did not understand the grandfather's intentions, but he then stood up and still obeyed the grandfather and noticed him who had immediately rushed towards the guards who surrounded them.

The old man who turned out to be completely untouchable drove like an arrow, spun like a gasing, jumped like a tick, but pierced like ***** Walanda company team. Both of his cathartic weapons were pierced. The sword and machete seemed to have only had time to dispel the attack but were unable to attack the grandfather.

“Now notice how I dismantled them,” the grandfather looked at Jayaseta with full attention. Then he jumped again into the crowd of his attackers. But this time he did not just stab and retreat, but he actually entered and struggled.

TRANGS!

TRINGS!

Several times the metal collided causing a deafening sound. Some sword blades became sompel. The Flying Dancers Knife from the beginning was deliberately not to finish off the enemies directly. I don't know what's in the grandfather's brain so he kind of taught Jayaseta his quick moves. Because soon one of his catapults three times in one breath to the chest of one of the guards who immediately died.

“Now look at my style. This I call the Mad Dancing of the Bustler Sukma,” lightly the grandfather kept asking Jayaseta to pay attention to him.

Before long the grandfather's moves became increasingly strange. While charging forward, his hands stretched out and twisted. His hip movements are very characteristic. Meliuk-liuk like a dancer but firmly nan dangerous as well.

Finally in about five moves, the grandfather again made one victim fall lifeless. Even this style shows scars in unusual places, namely on the waist, thighs and heart of the enemy.

Jayaseta understood that his grandfather was stalling his time by playing with his attackers. He could kill the enemy very quickly. However, he wanted to show Jayaseta the core of his jutsu in order to learn. Of course, it is not difficult for Jayaseta to take the movements of the grandfather, because he is indeed an intelligent and unusual swordsman.

“Have you noticed well, haven't you? Now take this!” said the grandfather of the Flying Knife Dancer while throwing one of his frogs at Jayaseta.

Jayaseta caught the cat and grabbed it. Jayaseta had never seen a weapon of this type. Another strange weapon from the Hindustani lands, Jayaseta thought.

Hearing the style of the grandfather called Crazy Dancing Penyobol Sukma, throwing a secret weapon in the form of a knife and the face of the grandfather who is characterized by Hindustani, who is, he was sure that he was the one he was looking for, the Flying Dancers Knife. Like a match, his whole life was always based on the threads of fate. Inwardly, Jayaseta praised the name of Almighty God, no matter what he faced.

“You face those three people, I'll face the rest,” said the grandfather of the Flying Dancers Blade.

Jayaseta was drawn from her daydream. Indeed now the people who surrounded them were already greatly reduced. Several people have died in very bad circumstances. But still these guards are still surrounded by killer air. Jayaseta has vowed to finish them off, so there is no bargain.

He also jumped forward.

As the grandfather said, he then directly lunged at the three remaining Demons from the Five Bloodthirsty Demons. All three even though they already understand the fighting style of Jayaseta and have even been defeated by a landslide, it turned out to be completely unmoved. They showed no face of worry and fear. This makes Jayaseta more and more violent.

“Bokah, it's our soul mate meet again. We told you that your own fault didn't take us out back then. It's only right that we didn't make the mistake you made, we won't forgive you. We will ... ,” Parta who spoke at length was immediately speechless because Jayaseta had absolutely no intention of listening to his words and attacked him before he finished speaking.

Parta turned her toy to fend off Jayaseta's cataclysmic attack. Jayaseta even divided his attacks every two stabs at each member of the Bloodthirsty Demon. He tested the catfish weapon he held. It felt so comfortable in his grasp.

Jayaseta even immediately melded the Mad Dancing of the Sukma Brawler with a fighting style like a seasick person who he accidentally created on the ship while fighting with the ship's guards who later became his colleagues a while ago. As a result, a new and no less bizarre series of Jurorless Movement moves.

To his enemies, Jayaseta's fighting movements were like dangerous strange moves. But Jayaseta actually melded all the moves he got and learned into unreadable and unexpected moves. He just follows his instincts and attacks or defends according to circumstances. The moves he learned only added to his wealth of attacks and defenses.

From the corner of the eye, the grandfather of the Flying Dancers looked at Jayaseta meaningfully. He realized that his nurse had been swallowed raw by Jayaseta and melted down without any form at all again.

It was clear the three Bloodthirsty Demons were troubled to face Jayaseta. But still Parta who was so excited twirling her toy.

“Heyaaaa …. Hiyaaatt!” Parta jumped and split the air with her toy aiming for Jayaseta's head.

Jayaseta shifted slightly to the left and attached her cat to the toya. When the toya detached from the target past his head, the catar he quickly slide along the toya.

Parta's shout was so heartbreaking that her four right fingers had been cut off from her base. At that time Jayaseta lowered her head and stuck her cat into the thigh of Parta and split it down.

Blood immediately spurted from Parta's thigh which split from the thigh to the knee. Not until there, when the body of Parta collapsed to the ground, Jayaseta's catar had resisted the fall of Parta. Katar sticks easily in the stomach of Parta. Jayaseta then lifted the body and threw it over the head.

Damar and Kangsa were stunned. It didn't last too long because Jayaseta was already speeding like a seagull eyeing fish in the ocean. The frogs are back to getting victims.

The blade of the sharp blade pierced through Damar's arm. Jayaseta shifts and splits along the arms quickly. Blood again sputtered. Jayaseta did not stop even though Damar's screams deafened his ears because the tip of his frog then stuck on Damar's neck. Return it quickly. Damar was speechless, a voice missing from his throat that was about to break. He dies.

The Kangsa still stands. Both of his swords were clasped tightly in his hands. His face showed no fear. I don't know what's in his heart and mind. Which was clearly completely different to the last when he was defeated by Jayaseta.

Now both of the Kangsa swords have been raised. He snarled and jumped furiously towards Jayaseta. Both of his dark black broadswords swirled around. The attack of the Kangsa this time really consumed all the energy he had.

Losing all the members of the Blood Kissing Demon was definitely too painful. But the Kangsa himself like his other companions were completely unwilling to submit to their enemies. Like it or not, the Five Bloodthirsty Demons were people who were firm in their stance and were not afraid to lose their lives for the task given to them. Unfortunately they are on the wrong path. After all, if they were firm in their service, they should carry out the tasks given to them and not run away from the Sultanate of Mataram and defect to Betawi.

Ah, very confusing, Jayaseta thought.

“Hiaatttt! ****** you, demon pedestal!” kangsa said while turning both his swords eyeing Jayaseta's head.

It is known from the beginning that Kangsa has both arms so strong. His body was also able to support the two heavy swords so that his movements remained so fast and powerful. But it is also clear that Kangsa is not Jayaseta's opponent. Due to over-exhausting energy attacking the upper part of Jayaseta's body, the lower part of the Kangsa was even open.

Jayaseta turned to the right once, then left, adjusting the swirling Swan attack as well. Jayaseta turned around once more while lowering her body. The iron side of the catapult that was supposed to be used to defend now crushed Jayaseta to the knee of the Kangsa. The crunching sound of Kangsa's knees shifting followed by a scream of pain and suddenly the sound stopped when Jayaseta stuck his cat pierced through the brain of the Kangsa from the bottom of his chin.

There was already resistance from the crowd of stretcher guards led by three members of the Bloodthirsty Demon who were now almost completely killed. The slaves who felt they had won were awakened again by their passion and hatred for the guards.

Led by the Flying Dancers Knife, the slaves completely beat the guards to a mess. Jayaseta's vow to finish off all the bodyguards turned out to be unfulfilled. About ten of the guards managed to escape as quickly as possible to avoid death.

At the end of the fight, five slaves were killed. The rest were injured, although some were very badly injured, some were lightly injured. Four young women dressed as company ladies were also not injured at all. More than twenty guards had already died. Their bodies were scattered in the street.