THE LAST WARRIOR REVENGE
That night, everything was destroyed.
The sect that had raised Arga was stormed by hundreds of unknown assailants, leaving nothing but piles of corpses and blazing fire. He nearly perished in the massacre, had it not been for a powerful warrior named Barata who saved him.
From that day on, Arga swore an oath: blood would be repaid with blood.
Under Barata’s guidance, Arga mastered countless mystical arts, transforming into a respected warrior. Yet the path he walked was far from righteous—the knowledge he gained drew him closer to the shadows. Even so, his resolve never wavered: to hunt down those who destroyed the Golden Step Sect.
One by one, secrets were revealed. His enemies were not mere bandits, but a coalition of great sects that had long envied Golden Step’s supremacy. And behind it all stood a traitor from the past… now allied with the most powerful dark force in the martial world.
Thus began Arga’s journey—a path that would lead him to challenge the mightiest warriors, tear through the veil of betrayal, and confront the devil in human form: Jalak Seta.
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Chapter: AracaLike a bolt of obsidian lightning cutting through the air, Arga’s form streaked toward Araca, his fists raised and ready for combat. In the blink of an eye, he summoned a shimmering barrier of solid ice across his torso—each crystalline plate forged with the ancient power coursing through his veins, glinting like frozen stars against the dusky sky.CRRRAAAASH!The shapeshifter’s fist slammed into Arga’s midsection with the force of a collapsing mountain. The ice shield held fast for a fleeting moment, its jagged edges gleaming as they absorbed the blow—then shattered into a thousand glittering shards that danced away on the wind. Even so, the impact sent Arga hurtling backward through the air, his body spinning like a broken puppet for dozens of yards before he could even begin to regain control.“Unghhh… The strength… it’s overwhelming!” Arga’s thoughts roared through his mind like thunder. Every nerve ending in his body screamed as if he’d been struck by a colossal war hammer forged
Last Updated: 2025-12-22
Chapter: THE PERFECT FORMThe Demonic Bone Chains streaked through the air like black lightning, their barbed links singing as they pierced the ice-encased form of the Bloodsucking Shapeshifter. The enchanted weapon sank deep into frozen flesh, and Arga immediately pulled back with all his strength, intending to drag the creature crashing toward him.“Now—strike with your blade!” the Shadow Demon commanded, its voice echoing like stones grinding in the depths of a cave.Arga’s fingers tightened around his sword’s hilt until his knuckles blazed white. A torrent of inky black aura surged from the blade, wrapping around it like writhing shadows ready to consume all light. But before the frozen figure could reach him, a blinding wave of crimson energy erupted outward, shattering the ice prison into a thousand glittering shards.Arga threw up his arm to shield his face as shrapnel and searing heat washed over him, the force of the blast sending him skidding backward across the torn earth.“Damnation, Arga! Your foe
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Chapter: ARGA’S STRATEGYThe Bloodsucking Shapeshifter rose from the cracked earth, its frame swaying as if on the verge of collapse—but beneath the fragile exterior, a malignant vitality burned bright. Across its broad chest, an ominous blue discoloration spread like frozen veins, the lingering curse of the Demonic Sphere Spell searing through its supernatural flesh.Arga fixed his gaze upon the abomination, his legendary blade held high above his head. From the weapon’s ancient steel, a cascade of shimmering blue aura unfurled, weaving through the air like crystallized frost. The very wind around him began to whisper with the cold of forgotten winters, each gust carrying flecks of ice that danced and sparkled in the dim light.“I will strike with a barrage of Frostbursts,” Arga declared, his voice resonating with the unshakeable resolve of a warrior forged in countless battles. “If I time each blast perfectly, it will leave no window for the creature to mend its wounds—or so I calculate.”“Such a technique
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Chapter: The Blood-Drinking Shapeshifter (II)The blood-drinking shapeshifter’s elongated leg lashed out in a brutal arc, striking Intan square in the abdomen with bone-shattering force. The warrior nymph’s body flew backward, tumbling across the uneven earth like a broken doll, her robes catching on twigs and stones as she skidded to a halt against a moss-covered boulder. Pain seared through her core, but she clenched her teeth, already gathering her strength to rise once more.Arga pressed his assault without pause, his blade cutting through the air in a relentless storm of blue light. Time and again, the creature’s claws raked across his form—but each strike was turned aside or dulled by the shroud of dark, frigid mist that encased him. The ice armor held firm, though thin cracks began to spiderweb across its surface with each impact, evidence of the shapeshifter’s overwhelming power.The abomination attacked with increasing savagery, its movements growing more erratic and ferocious as the scent of blood hung heavy in the air.
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Chapter: The Blood-Drinking Shapeshifter (I)Intan and her two companions stood poised, their forms shimmering with the luminous glow of ancient sacred arts coursing through their veins. Around them, the air crackled with raw magical energy, each breath they drew weaving into the intricate tapestry of power they were summoning from the very fabric of the realm.Arga drew his blade in one fluid motion, the steel singing as it sliced through the air. In his left hand, he gathered a concentrated torrent of mystical force, his fingers curling into a fist that hummed with dormant might. Shadows danced along the edges of his weapon, and frost began to creep across the metal—a telltale sign of the otherworldly power that dwelled within him.From behind a cluster of gnarled, ancient trees, a pair of crimson eyes blazed to life, fixating on the four figures with predatory intensity. Arga’s senses flared to alertness; the aura emanating from the darkness was thick with malice and raw strength, far greater than any ordinary foe he had face
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Chapter: With the Three Fair MaidensThe colossal lizard roamed the frozen clearing, its massive snout snuffling at the ground as it searched for the warrior who had slaughtered its brood. But every trace of him had vanished—Arga had scattered a special powder to mask their scent, a concoction crafted to confound even the keenest of tracking senses.In the safety of the great tree’s hollow, he lay recovering as three beautiful fae tended to him with gentle hands. Rukma, Sinta, and Intan—each one bound to him by a debt of life, for he had saved them from the lizards that would have devoured them without hesitation. And so they offered freely of their own inner power, channeling warm streams of energy into his body to speed his healing.In truth, Arga possessed the ability to mend his own wounds through the Art of Pain Transference—a technique that could shift damage from his body to another target. Yet with three lovely fae offering their care, he saw no reason to refuse their aid. After all, he would not be the one to co
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Chapter: Last Message (The End)Jalu approached one of the corpses he had spotted and knelt beside it. His hand moved, searching for evidence inside the uniform worn by the man, who appeared to be less than thirty years old.From his experience destroying four academies that refused to submit to him, every member of an academy usually possessed a special mark. It could be a tattoo or a seal, usually in the form of a metal plate."Hmmm... what's this symbol?" Jalu muttered softly when he saw a symbol depicting a mountain encircled by flames on the left chest of the corpse.The eighteen-year-old then glanced at the other corpse and walked towards the one lying face down. Without hesitation, he flipped the body over to confirm his suspicion. Yes. Jalu suspected that the image of the mountain encircled by flames was the emblem of an academy."Turns out I was right." Again, the handsome young warrior muttered to himself. But what confused him was that there were no inscriptions to indicate the name of the academy or its
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Chapter: Seeking Clues"You're just courting death!" scoffed the robber leader, not even breaking a sweat as several villagers attempted to attack him. He swung his greatsword, a cruel smile plastered on his lips.One by one, the villagers fell. Blood from gaping wounds stained the street, the site of the unbalanced battle, crimson.The inevitable cries of the women echoed as they watched their husbands, brothers, fathers, and sons fall, bathed in blood. It was truly a brutal massacre they were witnessing.If these cruel individuals had been a mere band of robbers, there might have been some semblance of balance, even with the villagers fighting unarmed. However, because the robber gang originated from a dark sect academy, the disparity was stark. The two hundred male villagers who initially resisted dwindled rapidly.In less than half an hour, the village had lost its men. Now, the strategically located village was more aptly called a village of widows, such was the number of women left to mourn their husb
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Chapter: Mass MurderThe tall, large-bodied man's voice was so loud that it could be heard from dozens of meters away. All members of the robber gang who heard it instantly directed their gaze at him, before turning to Darmono and Ayu Wulandari who were running away towards the village exit.More than twenty members rushed to chase. Their quick and simultaneous steps caused dust to fly and be left behind. Like it or not they had to be able to catch the two humans who were trying to escape, rather than getting a heavy punishment from their leader if they failed.Finding their escape known by the robber gang, Darmono and Ayu Wulandari panicked half to death. Both of them tried to speed up their running pace with the aim of not being caught.However, the physical differences between men and women were clearly there. Moreover, Ayu Wulandari was only a spoiled girl who had almost never run until her age of 17 years at this time. The beautiful girl could not run any further even though she had managed to get ou
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Chapter: RobberyThe sound of horses' hooves pounding the ground was clearly heard leaving dust flying billowing thickly. The leader who was left behind grinned widely imagining the great results of his men's work.The village that was the target of their barbarity this time was a strategic and crowded area. Newcomers came and went alternately every time. Some small and large inns were always filled, especially in the harvest seasons.It was not without reason that the village named Sukamakmur was crowded, its position flanked by two large dukedoms and located in the middle of a vast forest was the cause. From one dukedom to another could take two days and two nights of travel, and Sukamakmur village was always the destination to stay overnight rather than being caught in the forest at night.As soon as they entered the village gate, the situation looked very deserted and completely quiet. There was no activity at all that could be captured by the eyes of each member of the robber gang.Apparently the
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Chapter: CuriosityDharmawangsa was amazed by Jalu's body endurance that was able to withstand the effects of Nyi Saraswati's poison. Although he did not know exactly what kind of poison was in Jalu's body, he could already estimate how much power and strength the poison had. He saw it from Jalu's pale face, as well as the emergence of some green veins on the handsome young man's face.Not wanting Jalu to struggle alone against the poison that nested in his body, Dharmawangsa tried to channel his energy to help remove the poison. But what happened made him even frown."Impossible! There must be something wrong."Dharmawangsa was curious, because it turned out that Jalu's body rejected the energy he channeled, and that clearly made it difficult for him to think clearly. How could the body of the young warrior who had stirred up the martial world not want to receive the flow of his energy.It was not Dharmawangsa's name if he gave up just like that. For the second time he channeled his energy again into J
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Chapter: Adverse Impact IIDharmawangsa's face turned red burning with emotion. If it was himself who was insulted it might not be a problem, but if it was his teacher who was insulted, then the person who insulted him was obliged to be killed. Not excluding Ageng Wicaksono."That mouth of yours cannot be allowed to remain intact Ageng Wicaksono! Now it's my turn to attack you bastard!" Dharmawangsa moved quickly attacking Ageng Wicaksono after speaking. The silver sword in his hand looked to release a bright white light that dazzled the eyes. That could be understood considering that the Silver sword he was using had qualified quality."How could it be?" Ageng Wicaksono was captivated by the brightness of the light that came out of the Silver sword. Because all this time he had never known about the original privilege of the sword that had made him a traitor. Even Dharmawangsa and his teacher had never shown it to him."Damn!"As a result of being captivated by the privilege of the Silver sword, Ageng Wicakson
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