The Thousand Mask Warrior

Bending Ready Thrown

The muzzle of the Pranggi army's rifle has almost completely led to either Sasangka or Jaka Pasirluhur. One of them exclaimed using a language that was not both warriors were familiar with.

Even if the bule soldier shouted in Siamese, Sasangka believed he did not know a single word. It could be because in addition to Sasangka language skills are only a small and tend to understand one or two market words, he said, maybe also ai Pranggi bule soldiers were not able to pronounce words in Siamese well. However, if the soldier uses Pranggi language, it will be even stranger. How could dark-skinned archipelago people like them understand the language of Pranggi Caucasians.

"You're still convinced of the original plan to kill them? If you were planning to cancel that plan, it might be too late. We must now hope not to kill them" Sasangka murmured to Jaka Pasirluhur.

Jaka Pasirluhur glanced towards his interlocutor. "Don't insinuate like that. I'm not sure anymore either. Let's not try not to kill them, we can be killed."

Sasangka grasped a pair of weapons with three sharp blades in both hands tightly.

"I can throw my weapons right now so we can attack them. But, I can't guarantee I didn't kill them" Sasangka continued.

"wait. Or maybe, they're actually asking us to give up and drop our weapons?" jaka Pasirluhur Reply.

Sasangka.

"Whatchu mean? You want us to guess what they mean? Or maybe they ask us to take off our masks and face coverings. How do you know that, right?' reply Sasangka upset.

Without asking for approval and doing another discussion with Sasangka, Jaka Pasirluhur released his kudhi. The weapon with the curved sharp blade fell onto the grassy ground.

"Heh, what are you doing, you idiot!" exclaim Sasangka stuck.

"Get your weapon immediately, I'll throw one of my wedhung. Without weapons we'll be in their droves!" sasangka.

Some of Pranggi's soldiers now pointed their rifles at Sasangka.

"Sat! Still, I'm not giving up. You're the only one they've caught" Sasangka told Jaka Pasirluhur.

"Wait a minute, I don't mean to give ourselves up. I want to lure them so that we can attack without killing" replied Jaka Pasirluhur.

However, before long, the attention of the Pranggi troops to the two masked warriors was scattered.

The figure of Arthit lying curved like a dead was moving. Slowly, Arthit let out a long sigh, then stood up.

His movements that looked relaxed, not like someone who was injured, made anyone who saw him must be surprised.

"Your immune? We're dealing with an invulnerable person again?" mummy Sasangka.

"You mean, you've faced people like this?" asked Jaka Pasirluhur while still surprised.

"I lived a long time in the ocean. Sailors and pirates used to have this kind of science as well," Sasangka replied without real understanding cut off one of Jaka Pasurluhur's hands also because it was against a swordsman who was trained in immunity as well.

"Get your gun back. I don't want to be a coward, but it's been quite a weird fight today. Prepare yourself to free yourself. We meet on the ship" Sasangka ordered.

Without asking for Jaka Pasirluhur's approval, Sasangka used an opportunity that made the bule soldiers off guard by advancing.

Sasangka slashed the muzzle of the enemy weapon, moving with three steps, kicking the knee. thighs and lower body of the enemy. All three opponents lost their balance and collapsed.

Chaos is spreading. The muzzle of the Pranggi soldiers was difficult to direct.

Arthit who rose up grinned horribly. His pair of feet had already poked the ground steadily. His body was bent ready to be thrown.

"Go now! Don't get involved with this problem. It's a complicated state-of-the-art problem!" sasangka Exclamation to Jaka Pasirluhur.

His figure then disappeared from behind the grass.

Jaka Pasirluhur picked up his kudhi, then rolled very quickly, brushed off the muzzle of the enemy rifle before exploding, then disappeared behind the grass in a different direction from where Sasangka had gone.