The Thousand Mask Warrior

Far from Finished

Arthit absorbed all of Sasangka's empty-handed attacks with his arms crossed in front of his chest like water drowning pebbles. Arthit again chuckled behind his hands that resisted Sasangka's attacks.

Jaka Pasirluruh saw this situation uncomfortably. He wondered why they should play the game given by their unknown enemy? The Siamese warrior did not seem to be an indiscriminate person and would not foolishly attack the two of them unprepared, at least with any kind of sharp weapon.

Jaka Pasirluhur was actually not too confident with his bare hands. Other than his hand, this fight was too ridiculous to continue while he was still in confusion. Jaka Pasirluhur did not bother anymore. He had seen with his own eyes how strong and fast the enemy was. If the journey to find Jayaseta is to be done, he can not spend time to fight with just anyone, unknown and random.

Just now he had real news that the figure of the swordsman who was on the ship with him had a relationship and could be said to be the same goal as him, now he had to fight foreigners, which was quite powerful as well.

Jaka Pasirluhur passed his weapon, then lunged forward. Jaka Pasirluhur made his horse flat, trying to attack from the other side, which wanted to press the waist of Arthit.

Arthit retreated far away quickly, too quickly even. However, in just an instant, he went forward to attack, making Jaka Pasirluhur gasp in shock because he initially thought that the enemy would only retreat.

Jaka Pasirluhur resisted the opponent's attack by pounding his horse forward, an attack that was valid as defense as well.

Arthit is certainly not without preparation and calculation. He held back at half a step, allowing for a moment of space between the two. Kudhi Jaka Pasirluhur cleared the empty air. The opportunity was then used by Arthit to continue his attack that was detained earlier. A trick that made Jaka Pasirluhur attacked earlier.

BRACKET!

Jaka Pasirluhur was jolted backwards when the opponent's knee hit his shoulder.

The knee attack felt like a piece of steel thrown at him.

Jaka Pasirluhur rolled back just as the enemy was about to set foot into his chest. Land that is a victim of this.

Sasangka also seems not to bother anymore with the opponent's game and his pride. The three blades of the wedhung king were already clasped in both of his hands. Sasangka hit fast in a three-stroke attack. Piercing, twisting the wedhung and giving one additional swipe. Three in number.

Arthit turned out to have a flexible body movement. The sharp attacks were avoided quickly but Arthit was not the kind of person who liked to retreat. He dodged but continued forward.

The attacked ones fell. Harmless, just embarrassing.

Arthit chuckles. Sasangka's delusional attack was considered a toy only by him.

Sasangka is saturated with the behavior of unknown warriors with their extraordinary devotion. He was always amazed by how great those who kept pitting their lives against him. He is arrogant, but he is the kind that cannot be accepted if underestimated anyway. Stone versus stone.

The sasangka didn't stop immediately. He attacked again.

One straight skewer using wedhung in one hand. This he did with one long step, piercing towards Arthit's stomach. When the opponent retreated, Sasangka stepped far away again with his hind legs. This means second step. The swipe from below strikes cleaves towards Arthit's chin, which again can be avoided.

Sasangka had guessed that Arthit never really dodged by running away. His opponent was just sideways and was about to retaliate against Sasangka before the third attack was launched.

Sasangka happened to understand first. He pulled the wedhung that should have been used to close the third, while his right leg that advanced kicked. A simple strike, a low kick but put with enough inner force.

Arthit who was looking down to kneel Sasangka did not expect the attack.

BUGS!

Arthit's chest was right hit by Sasangka's kick quite hard.

Arthit fell backwards, fell with his butt hitting the ground.

"Feel that, motherfucker! You think my three moves only involve a mere wedhung attack, heh?" sasangka murmured satisfied, but inwardly only. He knew this fight was far from over.