The Thousand Mask Warrior

Crossed Arm

Sasangka and Jaka Pasirluhur both understand that the stranger who came suddenly presented a thick air of fight and opposition. The figure of the Siamese nation is not seen carrying a weapon in any form. The cold gaze of the figure showed absolutely no patience, although it was also difficult to guess what was in his mind.

“Two people in masks apparently. The wind has brought news so I can find you both here. The traits I received were seemingly hard to believe, but I was very confident in the path of destiny. Behold, not one, but two masked men at once I have found. I'm sure you're two warriors. I can see the air of devotion evaporating from your bodies. So, compared to the loss, how to know really one of you, or maybe both are the so-called Thousand Mask Swordsman. After all, so secret, no one really discusses how many people are great figures. So great is he that alone can defeat various forms of warriors from various nations?” arthit said long and cold in Siamese.

Sasangka and Jaka Pasirluhur did not understand the words of the person at all. The strands of words with strange tones gave only one thing, a challenge.

Instinctively, Sasangka and Jaka Pasirluhur exchanged glances. They know that the person in front of them also does not understand the language they use. So Jaka Pasirluhur blatantly looked towards Sasangka who was covered with cloth in his mouth. “So, what should we do? He didn't use a gun at all. Isn't it weird and unfair that we take out our guns anyway? You even use a pair ..., uh, three bars at once.”

Sasangka smiled thinly behind the covering cloth of her mouth. “I leave you alone, that's also if he really intends to mess with us. Anyway, like you said. If indeed using his legal weapon is unfair, then, two against one is equally unfair, right?”

Jaka Pasirluhur shrugged both of his shoulders. “It's true too you said. I don't think it's possible for both of us to gang up on him. But it makes sense that we do, doesn't it? This is not a game for the ordinary sports or sports to have fun. Who wins, he lives. Are you sure he'll let us live? Well, that's also if we know what he wants, and if he really is a swordsman.”

Arthit approached slowly. His movement spread danger to both of his opponent's masked warriors. Sasangka and Jaka Pasirluhur instantly took a step back and strengthened their horses.

This is what distinguishes the instincts of great warriors from those that are not. Arthit's opponents inside the Muay Boran battle arena, were unable to see this killing intent. First, maybe because they are indeed at the lower level of Arthit's kanuragan ability so unable to catch how dangerous the figure of that one until then they are sprawled losing. It's still good they didn't die. Second, Arthit clearly hid the power of the air killing him when faced with an opponent on the ground.

However, facing the person he considered the Thousand Mask Swordsman himself, clearly made Arthit expel all his abilities, starting from the killing intent he released into space. Just like a beast, Arthit shows that he is the predator, forcing his victims to submit and ready to accept the judgment inflicted upon him.

“This guy's not kidding. You must be able to feel it. Do you still want to try the first plan? One on one starts with me first?” tanya Jaka Pasirluhur tends to quip. However, both of them understand that what they are dealing with is not an ordinary person. Language they do not know when the foreign figure speaks for themselves – or to them, just do not they do not understand – it may however be a threat and a challenge to fight.

“Good, kids. Enough, stop there!” jaka Pasirluhur in his language. “We don't understand each other's languages. We don't understand what kids want. So, can we find a way to talk to each other?” continue the one-armed swordsman.

“You are stupid, stupid or what? Obviously, we can't understand each other. Why are you still talking to him in our language?” sasangka was upset and confused.

“How to know he can speak another language besides his mother tongue,” reply Jaka Pasirluhur.

Sasangka stared at Jaka Pasirluhur in disbelief. He himself also does not believe in the events in this journey.

Arthit on the other side walked back closer. His feet were steadily tracing the grassy ground right towards the two.

“Wait, kisaak! Don't look for trouble if you don't want to get the consequences. Do not come closer or forced to attack you,” said Jaka Pasirluhur raised one of his hands forward to dismiss the unknown figure.

Knee attacks escaped their target.

Sasangka who saw this incident immediately attacked the opponent. He ran quickly forward and gave a straight kick towards the opponent's shoulder.

BUGS!

Arthit rolled to the side as a result of a quick kick launched Sasangka.

Arthit got up, rang his neck bone, then smiled broadly. There were no signs of pain or injuries on his body, including the shoulder that Sasangka kicked. In fact, even though it does not use the power of his inner strength, Sasangka kick is not an ordinary attack. The proof, Arthit himself did not escape his target and had rolled to the side because of the power of the kick.

“Backed! Attacking people at will!” jaka Pasirluhur.

“Already, rather than dying, we better just beat the guy. He's not an ordinary man. I've kicked him, and exactly so. But he showed no pain,” said Sasangka.

“Hah, means you agree we attack together?”

Sasangka did not answer the insinuations of Jaka Pasirluhur anymore. Instead he has burned with anger, according to his nature. Without waiting for further action from Jaka Pasirluhur, Sasangka decided to roar forward himself. A pair of wedhung daggers with three sharp blade eyes still hung on his waist. Sasangka attacked with his three-murus fist.

Arthit retreated, crossed both arms in front of his face and received one hard blow.

BUGS!

The Siamese warrior jerked back half a step. He smiles.

Sasangka peeked at the opponent's face behind the two hands that created the defense. Seeing the enemy smile, though thin, made Sasangka become angry.

He again gave the attack of three managers. Not just once, but up to three direct attacks. Boxing straight to the middle, three-layered deliberately done to break the defense of the arms crossed the opponent. Sasangka wanted to teach the unknown character a lesson for playing around with his attacks.