The Thousand Mask Warrior

Broken

Jayaseta stood up and touched the wound on her chest. There is a serrated form there, but only injures the swordsman's outer skin. The Tiger's fist gnawing at the Deer's Carcass did not seem to match Siamese expectations. Perhaps for others, the body that was hit by the fist with the jagged bronze fist protective weapon would be destroyed, just like the chest of Lam who had become a corpse now.

“I will not wear this mask, Siam,” Jayaseta said as she touched the thin steel mask of Thai fighters hanging from her waist. “I don't want you to be too proud and proud to face the Thousand Mask Warrior. I don't need to wear this mask to beat you. Maybe before you die, you'll realize who you're really dealing with,” Jayaseta said coldly.

Siam the Tiger of Siam spat out the remaining blood from his mouth. He stood up, then readied his horses. Jayaseta's words had clearly hurt her more than this pain in her chest.

Jayaseta began to understand how the Siamese tiger moves. His right hand formed a claw that was ready to tear the enemy apart, while his left hand with a jagged weapon acted like a fang. So, the enemy should indeed be torn to shreds and gnawed like a carcass of an animal that is the prey of a tiger.

Jayaseta may not be able to finish this fight as fast as he can, but that does not mean Siam is superior. Jayaseta tries to understand how and what reason Siam can be called the Tiger of Siam if his ability can not be said to be good.

Siam is re-regulating its inner energy. He had to exhaust himself to defeat Jayaseta if he did not want to die. Jayaseta has shown a little of his ability which seems far from the reach of Siam. However, once again, Siam himself convinced himself that he had the title not without reason.

Siam did not reply to Jayaseta's taunting words then leaped forward once more, but he stopped a few steps from Jayaseta and threw the jagged bronze fist protective weapon. Jayaseta bounces her body to avoid. He succeeded, a protective fist ringing over Jayaseta's head.

But suddenly Siam was already near Jayaseta and attacked with both of his fists who had been wearing serrated bronze fists again. Obviously Siam has more than that pair of weapons.

BRET!

Jayaseta held back the Siamese fist and made the skin of his arm tear.

BRET!

BUGS!

One hard kick struck Jayaseta's chest, jolting him backwards.

Siam is so eager to beat Jayaseta. It takes out its best abilities, deceptive attacks and imposes incredible speed to make its attacks fruitful. Siam again carried out the same attack. His two fists turned into tiger fangs. Two tigers are attacking the prey simultaneously.

Unknowingly, rarely created by a kick to the chest of Jayaseta night makes the swordsman understand the situation. He went back, ignoring the pulsations of the wounds on his arms, then played back the soft silat pulut, along with the dings he learned from the Kelantan Tiger.

One Siamese fist he avoided by flinging his silat-pulled arm, while without waiting for the second strike, Jayaseta slipped behind the body of Siam, wrapping both his hands around the waist of the enemy, then lift the body of Siam in one jolt.

The body of Siam was raised high and then dropped to the ground. Siam swiftly released himself by moving his hips. Siam seems to understand a variety of silat styles from the Malay land. The problem is, Jayaseta is not an ordinary swordsman. Although Siam managed to escape from his dings, the bloody swordsman Champa was still not able to maintain his balance. Jayaseta directly hit the enemy's leg with a Tomoi silat-style kick, which is playing and advancing the hip for a powerful kick, while mixing his own coach.

BRACKET!

The sound of broken bones sounded quite loud. Siam not only shakes, but loses balance altogether. Jayaseta did not stay silent and wasted the opportunity. By taking advantage of the fall of the body of Siam, in one football, the Siamese Tiger was thrown like a dry leaf and then hit the trunk of a large tree. A loud crackling was heard again, only, this time the sound came not only from the broken bones of Siam, but also from the tree trunk which cracked the hard of his body.

Siam groaned, puffed, and whimpered. His spine was broken, his leg bones sticking out through his flesh and skin. His bronze-rigged fist protective weapon had been detached from both of his hands. Jayaseta looked around, then picked up a spear belonging to the hunters who had died. After that he coldly walked closer to Siam who was in so much pain.