The Thousand Mask Warrior

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A pair of Sudiamara legs that had been coated with energy in it hit the free Kesanga arm. The ground alone can be broken when hit by a Sudiamara kick, let alone a human hand consisting only of skin, flesh and bone.

BRAG!

The loud sound of the impact of two layers of powered skin sounds loud, too loud for the sound produced from two parts of the human body.

Kesanga jerked backwards until two spears were away. Four arrows followed his movements. Two more broken sticks were pushed aside by the base of Kesanga's long whip, while two more did not hit it.

One of the soldiers who was quite close to Kesanga got a golden opportunity. He shouted as hard as he could to strengthen his determination and spirit as well. The sharp glistening tip of the spear shot straight at the hull of Kesanga. The soldier set his foot on the ground and pushed his spear into the body of the opponent.

As should be the case, death is an inevitability for the opponent under these circumstances. However, as Sudiamara explained earlier, Kesanga proved to be immune. His body was indeed pushed back, but the layer of his skin was not torn at all, translucent and even injured was not.

Kesanga tracked the ground so her body stopped being pushed. His left hand restrained the spear shaft then he himself pushed his body forward quickly.

PRAK!

The spear shaft broke perfectly in two. Kesanga hit the soldier with his kick which although still able to be fended off with his shield, still made him pushed back far.

Sudiamara looked towards Koncar who stood in disbelief. When Koncar finally looked at him, Sudiamara raised his chin mockingly, “I told you, didn't I?” abugn.

Sudiamara drove towards Kesanga while exclaiming to Koncar, “Stay attack, Koncar! I'll finish it.”

Sudiamara had grasped his soft sword tightly back. He jumped high and chipped the puffer into the air. Both feet that track the earth are used like a spring, jumping like a rabbit at once fierce and powerful like a tiger. The white tiger roared, again setting both legs alternately towards Kesanga. This time, Kesanga was unable to dispel the attacks so that his chest was hit at once two menjakkan Sudiamara the Tigerandih.

Inevitably Kesanga slammed backwards again.

This made him angry. Obviously, like most warriors who have the ability to disobey the immune sciences, Kesanga more upset because his body was thrown or plunged in such a way, not because of pain.

“Kesanga! If it wasn't for your immunity, you would have lost from the beginning. Even an ordinary guard warrior can kill you that easily,” fishing rod Sudiamara deliberately insulted the friend who is now the opponent

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Kesanga rattled his whim.

Sudiamara was agile, but the two soldiers behind him were entangled in the strands of the whip so that it was ejected and fell tumbling on the ground.

Koncar leapt higher than the shoulder and thrust his shield towards Kesanga, then thrust his dagger up to three-four times quickly.

Kesanga did not want to be underestimated and trivial by other warriors, especially not by Sudiamara. True he is immune, but his silat ability must show that even without immunity he can hardly be defeated. Damn, he had also lost his way. Sudiamara's words really made him angry and offended. His pride suddenly fell apart.

Kesanga tripled the sight of the whip by adding a deep force. The whip was not only choppy now, but it was also spinning and splitting to and fro quickly and firmly.

Tameng was hit by the impact of the whip which again looked through the gap and space so that it was still able to hit the hands, shoulders and even the neck of the holder. Koncar was forced to avoid rolling backwards several times. Kesanga attack is indeed too terrible and terrible, especially the whip swordsman is now being burned by the fire of anger that is equally extraordinary.

The soldiers back down. Not only because they have to keep their distance and horses, but indeed they become victims of attacks so that they have an impact on themselves, thrown away because they are indeed attacked.

Only the white Tiger rolled closest to the opponent.

Sudiamara again jumped high, as if he wanted to return to track the opponent, but on the contrary just floundered. This hoax movement made the Kesanga whip attack escape the target. The sluggish Sudiamara beat Kesanga's feet so hard that the opponent gasped and spun in the air once before falling into the ground.

Of course there are no injuries how much in the body of Sudiamara that is immune. But clearly, the shame was already lodged even tighter within his soul. Kesanga the swordsman Cemeti Sakti immediately woke up and prepared to avenge the attack of Sudiamara, the swordsman Tigerandih already in front of him. The speed of Sudiamara and the white Tiger is hard to believe. Similarly, when Sudiamara quickly slashed across Kesanga's chest, piercing her stomach even kicked and dealt a back-to-back punch with her left hand.

Kesanga rolled back.

He grew angry, but Sudiamara's soft sword slashed at his neck. Kesanga jerked to the side. His neck was safe, not injured at all, just like his previous attacks. However, the White Tiger did not stop, he continued to launch an all-out attack on the opponent. “We see, where is your weakness, Kesanga. Even if I had to spend a whole day reading to you, I would. All of you show back my words that your silat science is nothing, especially compared to me, Kesanga. You only spend time in your life just to learn the science of immunity so underestimate the science of canuragan like me,” exclaimed Sudiamara.

Kesanga responded to the scathing and insulting words of the Sudiamara by again screeching his whip loudly. Sudiamara has understood the pattern of Kesanga style. Initially, long whip attacks that trap and deceive at the same time dangerous and deadly are difficult to guess the direction, now Sudiamara has been able to see clearly where the direction of attack after attack Kesanga.

He jumped, jumped and rolled quickly before slashing his soft sword into Kesanga's right hand, which held the whip three times. The whip slipped from his hand.

“I told you, you will lose, Kesanga. Get out of this place immediately. You're still not dead now, but don't think I won't be able to find your weakness any minute. Compared to me being humiliated by me in front of the ordinary guard soldiers, it is better for you to stop by immediately. Maybe next time if you're still curious, please contact me again to continue our fight. With pleasure, we will spend time together,” said Sudiamara.

“You only provoked my feelings to stop this battle immediately, Sudiamara. You also know in your heart that the chances of beating me are very small. As hard as your attacks penetrate my defenses, you will still not be able to kill me. You also understand that one day you will be exhausted so that in the end, I will kill you easily,” Kesanga replied. “But you are a lucky badass. I'm lazy to serve you, I'm bored. Importantly, my goal is completed today,” continued Kesanga. He whistled loudly. The horse that had been ridden by Kesanga suddenly ran quickly towards him. Kesanga jumped into the saddle of the horse and jerked her bridle. His horse jumped high past Sudiamara's head.