The Thousand Mask Warrior

Battle on the Twelfth River: Laying on the Deck

Jaka Pasirluhur jumped and then slashed the enemy from behind with his horse just as the spear of the pirate Annam was about to be thrust towards Sasangka's back. Shouts of pain ran rampant before the assailant was killed lying on the deck.

Sasangka looked towards the man who killed his backer. The figure was a little stocky, his face covered with a mask of Penthul Tembem which he was quite familiar with came from the culture of the Javanese tribe Banyumas. One of the hands of the stumped figure, and in the other hand, he holds a special weapon that is also quite familiar, namely kudhi.

Sasangka is honestly being difficult to deal with the attacks of the pirates who came crashing like the flood. He had killed many of them, but not enough to stop them from attacking. It could be said that at this time he was indeed being stifled and high-hearted. He did not care about good planning with the guard soldiers of Lan Xang, so he was caught off guard and almost stabbed by an attacker's spear.

However, a sense of high-heartedness could not simply disappear from the figure of this person. He actually did not accept help let alone saved by unknown people with strange clothes and masks. If the spear had hit him, it was ordinary in a battle. Swordsman like himself will not immediately be killed by such a trivial attack.

Sasangka twitched from one more attack, then lowered his head and woke up in one step while turning his three daggers. The attackers are now retreating, creating ample space in front of them. They are still seen lusting after Sasangka, the man who covered his mouth to see their comrades killed first. Moreover, it was clear their orders were to kill this figure.

Sasangka looked towards the masked and hand-held figure beside her. “Who are you?” yells.

Jaka Pasirluhur chuckled behind his mask. “Maybe you know my name well, you Javanese. I am known by the nickname of the Thousand Mask Swordsman. Not only on the island of Java, but even the entire archipelago and foreign countries have recognized my football. Your silat moves are quite interesting. It's just that you tend to be careless. However, there is no need to worry. I will help you and this ship from the attack of these damn pirates,” said Jaka Pasirluhur with his voice made as deep as possible.

Sasangka choked, but more surprised because amused. He knows who this guy is. He had seen this stump on the hull of the ship. He was the only Javanese who was with him on a boat.

Jaka Pasirluhur was surprised. Clearly he knew who the Thousand Mask Swordsman was even though he was not the one. However, this Javanese man claimed to be the same person as the one he was I was a very outrageous.

“You're stupid or what? The stern and the middle of the ship were almost taken by the enemy if I did not clear it. You are busy fighting as if you are a masterful swordsman who is in fact not at all,” replied Jaka Pasirluhur.

A spear was thrown back as the two people who claimed to be the Thousand Mask Swordsman spoke and accused each other.

Jaka Pasiluhur brushed off the spear throw with the side of his horse, making the spear shaft shot towards Sasangka who beat him with one motion. The spear shaft ejected straight and fell into the water with a state almost broken in two. Two warriors with the ability of silat who did not play games suddenly realized that they were still in a state of war. Their pride and height of heart had covered this reality for a moment.

The two no longer had time to speak when the ship was indeed filled with pirates who managed to climb onto the deck of the ship like a collection of black ants.

Inevitably, under these overly urgent circumstances, Sasangka and Jaka Pasirluhur stood on their backs. Now they are ready with their horses. There was no time for any words to be spoken. Instead, the scorching of the war re-emerged when the enemy's attack had begun.