The Thousand Mask Warrior

Cowardly

Jayaseta sighed. This is the second time he has done something similar, which is to blow up the energy in the form of invisible energy. Not only that, he even helped detonate the poison in his body and made it a weapon like a snake that could spit out from his mouth.

This makes it have another remarkable ability in terms of training, which is to attack the enemy without even touching. A science of magic that even Jayaseta himself almost did not believe he could do, considering he was not too fond of canuragan science that involves the science of inner energy.

However, indeed, the new abilities he gained in just a few nights, including his other abilities, which are fighting in the dark and without seeing mentioned, require considerable energy. The explosion of his strength was draining a lot of energy. He now felt that his heartbeat was beating so fast and that blood was flowing into his head just as fast. So, with nimble anyway, Jayaseta directly set his body with pure air in order to be ready.

In the other corner, open. The burst of power did not hit his body even though it managed to knock down his last two subordinates by a landslide. I can't believe what he saw. The massacre that happened to all the pirates of Champa and Annam who initially wanted to be deployed to help the members of the Otherworldly pirates, in fact, was indeed finished off by a swordsman choose a match. Jayaseta and the Thousand Mask Swordsman were far above him. I don't think he deserves to be in this place. Killed by a Jayaseta, he did not deserve it.

The knife in his right hand was tightly gripped. He still has one chance. A last chance that will wake him up about everything. Not only about his life, but also the great goals and plans of the New World that must come back into question. Is involving a Thousand Mask Swordsman a good and wise decision?

See the sky has been broken. The orange light will soon turn silvery. The Mentari will take over the darkness that has engulfed all his peers and subordinates.

She looked at Jayaseta closely. He bent his knees, took a deep breath and gathered all the energy in his right hand.

Jayaseta does not know the big secret behind him that snare each other like a tangled thread. Lam was one of the many disciples of the Flying Knife Dancer, who had also been his teacher of canuragan science.

He will bury this secret to death. So he threw his last knife with the ultimate skill he learned long ago.

The knife slashed rapidly towards Jayaseta, much faster than an arrow or pelu*ru and much stronger than a mace.

Jayaseta felt a strong wind rushing towards him like a pack of bulls. The swordsman was aware that his latter opponent was using his last and best abilities. He never cheated on the enemy at all. Once and for all he was careless, as he did against Lam. But again, he never underestimated the enemy.

Jayaseta allowed his shortness instincts to overwhelm his body so that the knife with the deep energy that surrounded him escaped him. The knife kept on going through several branches of trees and shot through one of the large trees behind Jayaseta. The resulting Eve from the knife-throwing felt the burning of Jayaseta's face as it passed by his side. You can imagine if the knife managed to hit his body, it is certain that his skin and flesh can be broken.

Jayaseta did not allow himself to be eaten up for too long. He immediately turned around ready to take his turn attacking the opponent. He will never know what the enemy is prepared for when he is not ready. From the beginning, he never underestimated anyone.

However, what happens when Jayaseta turns around. Turns out lam was no longer in place. The pirate had fled the battle like a coward.