The Thousand Mask Warrior

Hilting

Jayaseta lowered her body as Do's slash aimed at her head. With this opportunity, he buried Dara Cempaka's golden skewer into the thighs of his assailants. Stifled cries rang out in the darkness of the night, followed by his collapsed body.

With his right hand not holding this konde, Jayaseta formed the wing of Garuda and slapped the chin of another attacker who had been surprised by splashing swamp water through the agreement Jayaseta earlier. It is owned by Garuda Nglayang Jayaseta.

The last assailant hunted down Jayaseta with his Do flick that again targeted his head. Jayaseta's free hand was smeared onto her own bloodied chest. Jayaseta splashed the red liquid into the enemy's face.

The driver did not expect this kind of attack. He was late twitching or fending off when a few drops of Jayaseta's blood entered his eyes. He himself also later fell due to a Thunder kick from South Jayaseta that was directed towards his thigh.

It was with this barrier-free state that Jayaseta darted forward towards Karsa.

Jayaseta's left hand was still holding one of Dara Cempaka's pointy gold rods.

Karsa smiled. He was ready for the arrival of the warrior. He raised his sword, ready to resist Jayaseta's attack.

SLEPT UP!

A pair of Karsa eyes that were yellowish and greasy due to age were wide-eyed. He didn't expect Jayaseta to move as fast as a pheasant. The Karsa estimate is completely wrong. Even before Karsa put the horses up, Jayaseta had already chipped and stuck the gold conde right in his throat.

Karsa ransacked Jayaseta and found empty air. Jayaseta has rolled over and away.

The Konde bulldozed Karsa's throat. "Bhc ... Gi... Nghaan..," Karsa curses with his choked voice and an unspoken word. He pulled the conde around his neck and threw it on the marshy ground. Blood flowed from the hole it caused.

Jayaseta saw that the wound was slowly healing, recovering as it was. "I just want to remind you, Karsa. That without the black magic you have, you're nothing. You die by Mr. Nio, you die by Datuk Mas Kuning, and you die by me. Don't be so hopeful with that kind of demon science" Jayaseta's voice was very calm. Although it sounds arrogant and confident, actually Jayaseta's speech is more to the nagging of a teacher in his students. He seemed to teach a lesson to his mischievous pupil and mbalelo, not the speech of a jumawa swordsman.

Karsa cleared his throat and felt his throat.

Karsa ransacked Jayaseta and found empty air. Jayaseta has rolled over and away.

The Konde bulldozed Karsa's throat. "Bhc ... Gi... Nghaan..," Karsa curses with his choked voice and an unspoken word. He pulled the conde around his neck and threw it on the marshy ground. Blood flowed from the hole it caused.

Jayaseta saw that the wound was slowly healing, recovering as it was. "I just want to remind you, Karsa. That without the black magic you have, you're nothing. You die by Mr. Nio, you die by Datuk Mas Kuning, and you die by me. Don't be so hopeful with that kind of demon science" Jayaseta's voice was very calm. Although it sounds arrogant and confident, actually Jayaseta's speech is more to the nagging of a teacher in his students. He seemed to teach a lesson to his mischievous pupil and mbalelo, not the speech of a jumawa swordsman.

Karsa cleared his throat and felt his throat. "Whatever you say, swordsman. But tonight I'm not leaving until I release your soul from your body!" Karsa was about to attack Jayaseta when he was prevented by one of the braggars who had been impaled on his thigh.

The konde has disappeared from his thigh. He himself stood up straight again. "You can kill him later, Karsa. Just like you wanted. But we want to try this guy first. He hurt all three of us, our pride to be exact. If he accidentally kills us, you take his head. We'll tell everyone that you killed him."

Karsa was about to argue. He had been waiting for this fight for a long time. Even he had to die first to get up and meet Jayaseta. But on the other hand, he knew the greatness of Jayaseta so he was not worried that the three addicts would succeed in killing him. Instead of paddling Jayaseta, Karsa dared to bet these three Daya soldiers would be paralyzed even though the three were not random people.

Karsa finally accepted their will. He retreated and leaned his body against a tree.

All three drivers focused their attention on Jayaseta. They will mean it this time. Apparently the news of birds that tell the greatness of this swordsman is not a mere figment.

They put up low horses. Do they play by twirling it while shifting the location of the steps with the movement of the hips, like the movement of a bird or poultry.

Dara Cempaka felt she should be anxious. Jayaseta faced three master of science kinyah moves to pedal from the tribal hinterland and a Karsa who had even injured his grandfather. Meanwhile, Jayaseta is abstaining from using internal energy and his body is still in a state that has not completely recovered due to being raided.

But somehow, Dara Cempaka was a little confident that Jayaseta would be able to face them all. He felt safe and comfortable on the side of the young warrior.

***

At that moment he heard two soldiers with him shouting loudly, "Kyaaakk ..," like two crows. Not a cry of pain, but a cry of war spirit. They chopped off one more assailant who was holding chopsticks. His body was chopped from left and right until it was shaped like a banana chopsticks.

Punyan's entourage saw two more attackers dead. They included the chopsticks who died in a blow from the village's wooden fortress.

Two soldiers approached the two corpses, clasped their hair and clenched their heads.

Punyan and his colleagues looked around.

Lonely!

No more attackers. Means there are only four attackers consisting of three choppers and one attacker with Do.

Punyan's instinctive sensibility felt something wrong. There was no way they would attack a fortress as big as the one belonging to the village with only four people, with low capabilities as well.

"Damn! They tricked us. Back to the fort!" punyan's orders.

Justright. Fire raged and black smoke billowed high from within the fort.

Punyan ran like a demon. He jumped over the wooden stairs and broke down the door. The guard soldiers in front of the fortress were already nowhere to be seen. It seems that they first ran into the village behind the fort.

Punyan can't see clearly. His sight was covered in thick smoke. He smelled of burnt flesh. Screams of pain, fear and pain began to sound.

Punyan leapt in through the smoke followed by his colleagues who had been tasked with ambushing the attackers with chopsticks.

***

Jayaseta has found her fighting style. The Malay silat science taught by the Datuk makes the Jurus Without Jurus increasingly. He is no longer just imitating the enemy's style, but actually absorbing it into his own movements. The essence of the enemy can be used as an antidote to the enemy's own attack and multiply its fighting capabilities.

Moreover, he was determined not to use energy in the little stuff.

The three braggars twirled their Do and besieged Jayaseta.

Jayaseta is unarmed. He let his body calm down. Her knitting wound throbbed painfully, sending that pain to her brain.

"Yahoo...!!" a quick attack was suddenly launched a headhunter targeting Jayaseta's stomach.

The science of Patani silat makes its sensitivity increase. Jayaseta dodged with goulash. The Do escapes the target but turns back around to slash Jayaseta's shoulder.

The attacked swivel, brushed off the attacker's arm, struck the enemy's throat and kicked hard on the soldier's chest.

SRETT!

Jayaseta has canceled the attack. Her dumpling pants were torn in one of the parts. Fortunately he immediately dodged so that Do attack other Daya warriors could not hit his skin.

Karsa stuck his sword into the watery marshy ground then clapped his hands and laughed with excitement like a madman looking at the scene in front of him like seeing a beautiful show.