The Thousand Mask Warrior

Kuda

Koncar saw that the archers had fallen. They did not have time to take their other weapons because they have been snatched with an enemy force that is unusually fast and powerful. One archer had indeed released his arrow, but it was easily pushed aside by the figure. It itself then becomes soft food for the tip of the opponent whip. His face was torn by the harshness of the whip of the figure who had broken the order of the archers.

“Back off all of you. Back away. Especially from the distance of the attack of the whip!” Koncar's orders. He himself directly advanced and thrust his spear towards the figure of the spear swordsman. His spear eyes broke through the curvature of a whip that meandered like the tail of a dragon.

However, of course the spear was not that easy to hit the opponent's body. The keris that was somehow plucked from the scabbard brushed the spear's eye with shrewdness. One kick even became the answer and reply to Koncar's attack.

THE PLANG!

Tameng Koncar witnessed how powerful the energy released by the swordsman. Koncar flinched backwards, but it instantly drove forward. The shield remained at the front, while the spear at the back was ready to hit.

THE CTAR!

THE CTAR!

Twice the whip slapped the shield, but twice the flexible whip escaped and slipped through the empty space and struck Koncar's arm. Lines of wounds poked from Koncar's arm that held the shield. But Koncar still spurred his speed and tried to dispel the acceleration with a stab of his spear. Twice the whip is answered twice. The swordsman rolled back quickly, stood up, moved sideways quickly and re-snapped his whip.

Unfortunately, this time Koncar's shield could not really withstand the attack because the swordsman used his sprints to attack the legs. One of Koncar's legs was tightly twisted. Once Koncar's jolt was lifted into the air then slammed into the ground violently. His shield and spear slipped out of his grasp.

Koncar felt his gaze somewhat twitching because his head seemed to hit the ground, as well as pain in the left arm and ankle.

Koncar groped a keris on his front belt. Quickly, though still staggering, he rolled to the side so that a whip eruption hit the empty land beside him, just as he had expected before.

Koncar pulled out the keris, stood up quickly and rolled back to the side avoiding the whip.

“Arrow! Quick, arrow him now!” koncar shouted as he rolled back. He could not have stood up to prepare the horses. Then rolling and rolling was the best possibility he could do.

Three arrows slipped from his bow, rustling above his head. The swordsman pulled the whip and spun it. Two arrows crashed and ejected far away, one managed to break through the defense and graze the swordsman's shoulder.

Koncar. He could clearly see the skin of the enemy being torn. There's a blood patch in there.

“Wait, didn't Sudiamara say that Kesanga the Cemeti Sakti has an immune science? Then why can the arrow hurt him?” inner Koncar.

“Come, arrow him once again. Enough once!” Koncar's orders.

The arrow came back to ring. There were about five arrows released for the first attack, following three more arrows.

The swordsman moved left and right by continuing to rotate his whip. Many arrows collapsed, but three stuck at his shoulder and pierced through his thigh.

Koncar advanced too quickly and then thrust his dagger once into the stomach. Koncar felt his keris blade pierce through the stomach with ease. He retracted it again and thrust it into the chest to make sure his attack was successful.

The figure of the whip swordsman who had scattered the archers, now fell to the earth like a tree cut down. His life obviously could not be saved because blood kept bubbling out from the marks of the piercing keris and arrows and his mouth spewing out blood that was just as thick.

The cheers of victory were heard echoing from the archers. Koncar stood up in disbelief. He was still confused as to why this figure was not immune. Then, is the original swordsman fighting against Sudiamara? Her thought. He turned back and saw Sudiamara running towards him.

Koncar breathes a sigh of relief. “Ah, Sudiamara. Then you have managed to defeat Kesanga the Cemeti Sakti? It turns out that you are exaggerating about the greatness of the swordsman,” Koncar said.

Sudiamara looked towards the corpse of the scribe swordsman who died immersed by his own blood.

“He's not Kesanga!” sudiamara.

“Of course he's not Kesanga, Sudiamara. Me and the soldiers killed him. You ‘kan who killed the Cemeti Sakti? The proof is that you are here,” Koncar said.

Sudiamara. “Beched! What does that guy mean? What deception did he use?” yells.

Koncar looked at Sudiamara and was confused. "Don't you beat that guy, Sudiamara?"

Sudiamara looked at the soldiers he had left behind. Two swordsmen bersegeti indeed turned out to have been successfully paralyzed, may have been killed. That was why cheers were also heard on the other side of the courtyard.

"You didn't answer my question, Sudiamara? You killed Kesanga, didn't you?" Cecar Koncar's.

Sudiamara looked at Koncar then shook his head. "Surely something is wrong. I'm sure one of them is Kesanga. In fact, he was not with the three scribe warriors. None of them is Kesanga."

Koncar ruffled waist. "Have you seen their faces? Do it now" Koncar said.

Sudiamara ran towards the soldiers who were still cheering after he left earlier. Two real corpses of whip swordsmen were plastered in front of him. Sudiamara approached and checked carefully. The two scribe warriors were killed by stabbing everywhere the whole part of their bodies. None of which Sudiamara knew.

"Damn it! Scurvy dog, ringworm cat. Viper!" the Sudiamara serapah. He can't think straight anymore. What exactly is going on right now? Where is Kesanga the Cemeti Sakti? It is impossible to be a coward. The swordsman could not stop coming just to sacrifice his messengers.

Sudiamara scanned the surroundings and still hoped to find something so as to solve this peculiarity.

The horse's hoop sounded not far from where it stood but not from the direction of the gate, but from the side of the wall.

The sound of whips echoed in the air with the appearance of a large stallion jumping over the wall with a figure that Sudiamara believed was the Kesanga himself, sitting on his saddle.