White Eagle Warrior 2

Finger Destroyer

What is the interpretation of the results of the branching Nyi Bonggol, closely related to the arrival of Danur Cakra to the cottage where Balur Saga and the Padepokan Denda Gusta dwell. After a long time, finally Danur Cakra managed to sniff out that very hidden place. Of course after Cakra oppresses a warrior who wanders alone.

Nor is it purely due to the fault of the Cakra, but the swordsman of the Leprosy that is too rash. Feeling safe, he casually went through the public streets. It was not expected that the eagle's eyes had waited until the frog appeared in the open.

Armed with information from the swordsman, Cakra can easily find a place that originally escaped from his observation. In silence, Cakra praised the technique used by Balur Saga. You can also, make more and more variations that Cakra might later be able to apply after briefly learning the technique of hiding Balur Saga that resembles a chameleon.

Hup! OH, BAAMM !!! The sound of the energy blow in the blaring ripped the silent dawn susana. Instantly, the wooden hut in the slum was destroyed unceremoniously. The bones of the building were scattered like straw in the wind.

The Danur Cakra revolved in the air, its body lightly floating down. Slowly his two feet stepped on the ground without a sound. With eyes that lit up red like a blaze of flames, the figure of a black dragon dominated most of the aura there.

From the ruins, there was no sight of a moving figure. It's impossible if no one is there. Or maybe Cakra has been deceived?

Plok! Plok! Plok! the sound of applause greeted the arrival of Danur Cakra, Balur Saga and several warriors emerged from behind the trees. Suppose they have learned of an incoming attack, until they dodge before Cakra attacks.

"Although it's an ant hole deep, you won't be able to dodge it. Destiny has been revealed, death will come for you!" his Danur Cakra.

"Haha! Young warrior, your guts are quite big. But you know, in the martial world it doesn't just take courage. Hopefully his fists can keep up with your head!" Balur Saga laughed, welcoming the challenge of Cakra.

With a sharp gaze, Balur Saga observed the face of Danur Cakra. A face that he could not break through by the spell in his magic blaze. At a very young age, it is a rare achievement to trace the ability that is difficult to achieve for most fighters. Perfection of inner energy, making the figure of youth respected by opponents and comrades of various levels of ability.

Danur Cakra grinned, his form turning extremely sinister with a dense aura of darkness enveloping. Danur Cakra's handsome face was blocked by the ferocious black dragon fangs, a pair of fangs that were so bloodthirsty.

"Still in the form of bamboo shoots, a fortune can eradicate potential vandals in the future. Whatis yourname? At the very least, I can remember for your purpose of becoming a future heretic. Ahaha!"

"Prosperous speech, hoping that rottenness bears praise and applause. In your kind of white stream, no better than a street robber who likes to rape * village girls. Hypocrisy adorns, while the action is not far from the devil's step!" Danur Cakra spat, shuddering in horror full of insults at Balur Saga and his group.

"Cut off his right hand! This human-bodied demon, will incarnate into a murderous monster in the future!" shouted Balur Saga.

The young warriors of the Dose of Gusta immediately attacked. Their ears had been ringing since the first time Danur Cakra had thrown insults. Regardless of the status of those who are fighting for resources, when feeling the black aura on the self of Danur Cakra makes a sense of summoning rise up from within the heart. For some white warriors, they have an obligation to crush criminals. Especially a blood-sucking demon like Danur Cakra.

Danur Cakra instantly used his second stage fighting ability, he did not want to play around for too long. In his eyes, there were neither white warriors nor heretical flow figures. The chakras are at a stealth level that only indulges the lust for harm.

It didn't take long, one by one the warriors collapsed with blood. Danur Cakra's hands changed like sharp claws, pounding the opponent's body like a bear picking up a coconut palm.

Cakra movements are very fast, jumping floating in the air while dodging attacks, then performing counterattacks that are on target.

"Bang*sat! Why I just realized, he is the Swordsman Dragon Krishna. The blood-sucking devil. If left unchecked, it could be that the posse will disappear entirely!" Balur Saga was flabbergasted, his breath instantly rising - down realizing the incident before his eyes.

Although known as a necromancer, talk power ability in course Balur Saga can not be underestimated. Unlike Nyi Bonggol, the Destruction Finger Punch was also owned by Balur Saga. On the perfect level.

"Save yourself, tell me what happened!" the Balur Saga orders on the three remaining warriors.

Danur Cakra of course heard the cries of Balur Saga. Without intending to let his opponent get away with it, Danur Cakra threw a ball of energy into the air. The power within was indeed not directly attacking, but it disappeared and disappeared for some time. Who would have guessed that the originally split energy sphere of the Cakra in the air was able to gather the flying elements. Like sand and dust drifting in the wind. With magical power, the sand dust and small pebbles combined into a single unit, forming a spearhead that was very sharp and as strong as steel.

Like having a life, the spear eyes floated following the running direction of the warriors of the Fines of Gusta. As they all let their guard down, that was when the spear eyes showed their sharpness. Without mercy, their target is a heart that pumps blood. Eliminate your opponent in a very sadistic way.

Return to Danur Cakra who faces one against one with Balur Saga. Two different generations of warriors have shown each other cleverness. If only the fight had happened ten or even twenty years ago, it would not have been a hindrance to the Balur Saga. But age cannot lie. His old bones were no longer fit to be used in a life and death fight. It could be that the ability of the inner power is not reduced, but the container used is not strong enough to apply all the available power, until the pressure is too large to greatly affect the old body.

"Haha! Without fangs and hooves, it is possible for tigers to defeat deer simply by relying on the frying all over the body. I admit, you're a great swordsman without a match. Our inner strength is not comparable, this fight is like a teacher and a student. Thank you for the lesson you have given," laughing Danur Cakra bowed respectfully several times.

The utterance of the Cakra is just a figurative word, its demeanor is merely condescending. Finding his opponents breathing up and down in the esophagus, it is certain that the greatness of Balur Saga existed decades ago. Now there are only memories, the movement is no longer agile and purposeful. Very sluggish like a turtle, so heavy like a panda.

"You're kepa*rat spreader riots. You remember, where once upon a time you no longer had power. At that time, you will feel how useless life is, without pride, and without hope. In the name of God, for the sake of justice, the world will avenge everything you have done to me!" Balur Saga pointed at Danur Cakra.

Balur Saga's bulging eyes certainly did not make Cakra tremble. In fact, on the contrary, Cakra just laughed out loud watching such a scene. Happiness in itself in the Danur Cakra every time witnessing a sense of despair suppresses the mental and self of the opponent. Perhaps, it was ingrained into a hobby.

"Sincerely to you, old man. Towards the end, it is better to talk more honestly. Your life has been wrapped in hypocrisy for too long. Acting as angels while acting like demons. Good speech is not important, the main thing is honesty. If you want to die, just say it. Then I'll ease the way!"

Byuruurr! Byuruurr! The little dragon in the Cakra evolution realm jumped up repeatedly. The dark energy of the darkness, awakening Cakra to danger. As an invisible figure, the stealthy realm that Cakra awakens in the evolutionary stage adds to the abilities that escape the scrutiny of the born eye. With that warning, made Cakra realize the devious plan that stacked the Saga Balur.

No matter the villains or the white swordsmen, winning the battle was the main point. The way is varied, the most important thing is not to get hurt.

The wuusss! The Saga line jumped up, setting both of its legs as hard as it could kick the ground. Like a frog attacking a victim. His index finger was pointed straight ahead, breaking through with destructive force towards the chest of Danur Cakra.

Hup! The tep! Danur Cakra's hand caught Balur Saga's arm, his body drifting lightly back, with Balur Saga constantly pushing and trying to emphasize his finger. The tip of the index finger of the Balur Saga is several milliseconds in front of the Cakra suit, until the ability of the Destroyer Finger does not succeed in hitting the target.

"Finger Blow of Destruction, it's just a snot child's play. I regret ever taking it as a threat!" whisper Danur Cakra.

The Heart of the Balur Saga grew increasingly rumbling, he used all the remaining strength to further suppress. "Yaaatttt !!!"

Danur Cakra smiled sinisterly, his hands stomping, pulling the body of Balur Saga increasingly gliding. At the same time both legs of the Danur Cakra rotate, performing a salto in the air. Just as Cakra released the grip of his hand, Danur Cakra's foot stepped on the head of the Balur Saga, making it a jumping stone.

A BRUUUUKKK! OHHMM !!! The Punch of the Destroyer Finger struck a piece of rock, along with the body of Balur Saga which was pounding downwards.

Although the blow of the Destroying Finger managed to open the way by crushing a large rock, but the uncontrollable speed still forced the head of the Balur Saga to hit the ground very hard.

Balur Saga's head was shabby, his forehead was peeled off because it hit a piece of rock. So too with blood pouring out of the nose. Balur Saga increasingly felt small, he had been trampled by the opponent. Even his head was likened to a stone.

"Let me show you how to use the right technique for the Destroyer's Finger punch!" the voice of Danur Cakra was still buzzing, as Balur Saga saw his right arm lying far from where he was sitting.

"Haha! Funny right? Man without a right hand," Danur Cakra laughed, witnessing the agony his opponent felt.

"Ohhh !!! ahhhhhh !!!" Saga lines screamed, cornered withstanding an overwhelming sense of pain.

He lost his right hand. The hand he always used to unleash the Destroying Finger Punch. The hand that has also decided dozens of opponents hands. Now Balur Saga felt how he suffered in defeat.

In the course of life as a white swordsman, along with padepokan and other white warriors, Balur Saga fought for justice. From time to time they fight heretical figures, freeing the world from wrathful angkara. Every opponent, devotee of the devil and follower of the cult, then Balur Saga will use the Punch of the Destroyer Finger to eliminate the right hand of his opponents. Hope to teach them a lesson, until they repent and return to the right path.

"Don't be proud, I haven't lost!" after stopping the bleeding, Balur Saga got back up. Look into his pushy, fiery red eyes full of vengeance.

"Now you feel. What you've always thought to be true is not the right thing. Even you're a good person, can't accept losing one hand. Then you expect others to repent? Ahaha! It's funny!"

Danur Cakra exerted a deep energy on his palm, making both of his palms emit a dark black aura that suffocated his breath. Not desperate, Balur Saga also put energy in his left hand. Simultaneously, the two warriors ran towards each other.

OHHMM !!! A violent collision occurred. Just one time.

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The atmosphere had changed considerably, a red light that started floating in the eastern horizon buried all the stories in the dark overnight. Danur Cakra, Suhita, Kemuning and Kencana Sari, are already in a large and crowded shop. Hustle and bustle of life, starting a new day.

After breakfast, Suhita plans to take Danur Cakra somewhere. A quiet place, where they could talk from heart to heart. The appearance of many warriors around them, made Suhita's heart uncomfortable. Soon he had to use the resources of the Pearl of the Heart, and of course Hita wanted to consume the Pearl of the Heart by dividing it into chakras. Though Suhita could use it for himself, and certainly not make the problem more complicated in the future.

If you see someone who is idle and another emotional, believe me they are brothers. The emotionality is her brother, and the prankster must be her sister. No matter how angry you are, you will not have the heart to drop your hand on your sister. Also no matter how uncaring sister is, she will think of brother's happiness.

Even Cakra did not know, or just asked to find out, what resources Suhita stored up to be the target of many warriors. He only carries out duties as a brother that protects the sister, not for resources. The chakras risk everything for something so precious beyond resources, brother. And not the other way around.

"Sister, Hita wants us to be brothers forever. Where anger and hate are just ornaments, come and go like water on a taro leaf. After father, Kakra is the most dear Hita."

Danur Cakra chuckled softly, his frown furrowed at Suhita full of question marks. Usually, there was always a reason behind Suhita's spoiled attitude.

"Hita wants, we both take care of this Pearl of the Heart. Inside of me!" Suhita showed the resources that became the target of the warriors.