The Thousand Mask Warrior

The White Tiger is pushing the Earth

Sudiamara woke up as fast as he could just as the wave of the whip was about to hit him a second time. The whipstring smashed into the ground, surging like several blows at once. Really Sudiamara did not think that Kesanga used a long whip and a style that he could not guess. Initially, Sudiamara had tried to design and plan attacks and resistance against his short-sighted friend. He was fooled a few times.

“Stop your actions, Kesanga. Had enough. I will not allow you to continue your purpose tonight,” exclaimed Sudiamara.

Kesanga, face tends to be soft but has the corner of the eye and a sharp and cunning view, showing no feeling at all. He shook his whip again, but not to attack Sudiamara, but to bully him.

Kesanga. “Then once, Sudiamara. You should have realized to leave this place, get out of my sight. You've already killed three of my followers. You know how long it took me to shape them. Heh? You made me waste resources,” said Kesanga. The whip doesn't stop surging over the ground or the air. Kesanga played her long whip like a mare moving her tail.

“We can do anything, Kesanga. But it is not cowardly and not this kind of knight. “Almira is pregnant, killing her will only dwarf our attitude as swordsman,”.

“Know what are you about short-sightedness, hey Tigersandih? Do you remember who we work for? Do you understand that at any time, even though we are referred to as the nine warriors, still we are slaves of forces far greater than our own?” reply Kesanga the Cemeti Sakti.

Sudiamara laughed mockingly. “And you call yourself the Cemeti Sakti? To draw your shortness to prove to the world that you are the greatest, at the same time you feel like a nobody but just a slave?”

Kesanga gnashed her jaw, then again attacked Sudiamara.

THE CTAR! CTRAR!

The whip wave creates a sound that echoes in the air. The tip of the whip licked the wind and the body of the whip circled the Sudiamara like a lesus wind.

The Sudiamara clumped up to three times. His thick body moved so nimble like a tiger. However, still, inevitably, such attacks cannot always be continuously avoided. Sudiamara got his shoulder hurt by the whip.

“You want how long you last, Sudiamara? Get out of front of me right now. Later we will walk together as before with our other swordsman friends. We will enjoy our majesty without anyone interfering, Sudiamara!” kesanga.

“No majesty, Kesanga. I quit my membership of the Nine Swordsmen of the New World! My decision was more unanimous when I heard directly from your own mouth that you had been thinking that we were their slaves only!” reply Sudiamara.

Sudiamara exerted a deep energy in both of his legs, then jumped high. “My turn, Kesanga. You might remember the White Tiger of Earth?”

The high leap of the stocky swordsman from Blambangan was then handed over to the laws of nature. His heavy body slid down just as quickly as it did down. Like a white tiger leaping high into the air to plunge down on prey, Sudiamara glided towards Kesanga through the complexities of its defensive umbrella.

What is interesting about this style of tiger Sudiamara is that, instead of using the hands as claws like a variety of tiger styles, both from Java and Malay, Sudiamara focused on both feet. It is not a kick, but a kind of kick.

A BLAR!

The land of the court was the target of Sudiamara's attack, throwing the land and sand and gravel that he stepped on so scattered. Kesanga managed to dodge the attack by rolling to the side.

“I heard you were immune, Kesanga! But I don't think you're afraid and daunted by my attack,” Sudiamara sneered.

Sudiamara suddenly realized the words of his opponent. Without thinking, when Kesanga dodged earlier, the strands of the whip were in a certain pattern and position on the ground, and Sudiamara was right in the middle of it.

“Feel My Dragon Tail Trap, hey Tigerwhite!” kesanga.

Sudiamara came back late to avoid. Kesanga again jerked her long whip. Waves but whips churned so quickly, rolling both feet up to Sudiamara's waist in such a way. Once again Sudiamara's body was lifted into the air and spinning violently. Kesanga plays a heavy stocky body of his opponent is like playing gasing only.

Sudiamara floated in the air before falling back to the earth with his head first. His body crumpled so he groaned. Torn wounds adorned his legs and waist.

An incredible style. Ordinary people without the inner strength and skills of canuragan science who were exposed to this style may have broken all his bones, as well as bleed to death by torn wounds everywhere.

Sudiamara did not wake up. He felt his head unusually dizzy despite all his might to be able to immediately use his horses again. He could have recovered, but it will take time, but he knows for sure Kesanga is planning to cut his body out. This time it may be his neck that will be targeted, and he will not be able to hold it. His life is at the end of the horn.

A SHOCK! A SHOCK! A SHOCK!

The wind was heard three times. Three arrows were released. One of them was done by Koncar on the far side.

Three arrows thwarted Kesanga's ultimate attack. The Cemeti Sakti was forced to spin his cemeti to drop the three arrows.

“Strong again! Rain with arrows. You guys, come with me! Lift up your shields, we attack simultaneously!” koncar orders while handing the bow he used earlier to his men.

The arrows flew again followed by a battle cry. Koncar and his surviving men ran forward with spears, keris and shields to the battle rink.

Sudiamara immediately used this opportunity to drain pure air throughout his body, recovering wounds, especially the dizziness in his head. Before long he had begun to see clearly when Koncar jumped piercing Kesanga with his keris.

Kesanga convoluted, then twitched again from the spear attacks of two soldiers who pierced simultaneously.

THE CTAR! CRATATATARS!

The two soldiers were jolted with whips hitting them. Tameng in front of the chest had resisted the attack, even though they were pushed back. Some of the other soldiers who had come forward took turns

piercing with a keris and spear towards Kesanga. Unexpectedly, they managed to get closer and narrow the attacking distance of Kesanga. The one who was attacked dodged nimbly, then had time to attack again with a bumpy sparkle. Once a jolt, two or three attacks lead to the attackers.

Fortunately, Koncar and his men resisted the attack with their shields, although a little more of their arms were either whipped or slightly torn. Koncar himself felt he was in the right distance. He continued to give orders to his men to retreat, advance, restrain and attack. Until now, everything has gone well.

“Good, Koncar!” sumer Sudiamara. He returned to drain the deep tenada into both legs, then jumped into the air and attacked Kesanga with the style of the Earth-Pushing White Tiger.