Chapter: A Grand Feast for the Black Dragon KingThe impact of the clash struck even King Wirabhumi himself. The powerful wave hurled him backward through the air, his body spinning once before he managed to regain balance and soar upward into the sky. He chose to continue the battle above the ground, not out of retreat but to spare the land below from further devastation.“Damn it!” the Demon General cursed furiously, his enraged voice echoing like thunder. He was furious—humiliated even—that this human dared to make a mockery of him.Yet that fury gave way to disbelief when he saw his opponent take flight. A human who can fly? Even though Sukracarya had warned that one of the Demon Generals had been slain by a mortal, he had never mentioned that the slayer could soar through the heavens like a celestial being.But surprise was not fear. The General spread his arms wide and rose higher, his massive frame enveloped by surging flames. In a blinding flare of power, twin horns burst from his skull, his eyes burning with a crimson glow
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Chapter: The Battle of King WirabhumiA faint smile curved upon Arya’s lips, though a flicker of bewilderment stirred within his mind. Somehow, he sensed that the two Demon Generals were able to see through his movements even when he used the Earth-Folding Technique—a secret art that should have rendered him invisible to mortal eyes.“That little trick of yours only works on humans, not on us,” one of the Demon Generals taunted, his voice carrying the weight of mockery. “No matter where you vanish, we will always be able to find you.” The words came right as his foot connected with Arya’s back in a forceful kick that sent ripples through the air.In that instant, Arya’s confusion was dispelled. Now he understood—it was not coincidence that they could track him even while he folded the earth beneath his steps. Yet this knowledge did not trouble him; instead, a subtle spark of strategy began to flicker in his thoughts. If they could see him even through the Earth-Folding Technique, then he simply needed to adjust the rhythm
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Chapter: Arya vs Two Demon War GeneralsKi Mangkubumi, who had been bracing himself against the violent vortex of wind that swirled around him, summoned an additional surge of inner energy, reinforcing the verdant green shield that enveloped his body like an impenetrable armor of living jade. The air crackled with tension, thick with anticipation, as he steadied himself for what was to come.In an instant, hundreds of simultaneous explosions erupted, each followed by towering tongues of fire, the aftermath of the energy sword wielded by Sastra Wijaya striking against Ki Mangkubumi’s protective barrier. The mighty force of the impact shook the old master to his core, each blow reverberating through him like a cascading flood, threatening to overwhelm his very essence.From a safe distance, Rengga, Resi Wiyasa, and the other warriors who had wisely kept their distance watched with bated breath, racing to retreat further as the relentless arcs of energy threatened to spill into their position. Trees were obliterated in an inst
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Chapter: The Infernal Tempest BladeSastra Wijaya understood well that the Jade Sky Staff possessed qualities unlike any other sacred weapon. It was an artifact whispered about in countless tales — a relic said to balance the forces of creation and destruction. Yet, despite knowing this, he felt not a flicker of doubt. The energy blade in his grasp pulsed with a heat that mirrored his arrogance, and his faith in its power was absolute.Cold radiance streamed from the turquoise-green staff, spreading like the breath of winter to battle the surging heat that poured from Sastra Wijaya’s blazing energy sword. The forest itself seemed caught between two seasons — half its trees frozen in crystalline frost, the other half wilting beneath suffocating heat.“Let us see, Sastra Wijaya,” Ki Mangkubumi’s voice rang steady, rich with iron resolve, “which of these two — your blazing sword or this staff of heaven — shall determine our fate!”With a single flicker of motion, he vanished, reappearing an instant later in a sweeping lung
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Chapter: The Infernal Tempest BladeSastra Wijaya understood well that the Jade Sky Staff possessed qualities unlike any other sacred weapon. It was an artifact whispered about in countless tales — a relic said to balance the forces of creation and destruction. Yet, despite knowing this, he felt not a flicker of doubt. The energy blade in his grasp pulsed with a heat that mirrored his arrogance, and his faith in its power was absolute.Cold radiance streamed from the turquoise-green staff, spreading like the breath of winter to battle the surging heat that poured from Sastra Wijaya’s blazing energy sword. The forest itself seemed caught between two seasons — half its trees frozen in crystalline frost, the other half wilting beneath suffocating heat.“Let us see, Sastra Wijaya,” Ki Mangkubumi’s voice rang steady, rich with iron resolve, “which of these two — your blazing sword or this staff of heaven — shall determine our fate!”With a single flicker of motion, he vanished, reappear
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Chapter: Ki Mangkubumi vs. Sastra WijayaThe duel between Ki Mangkubumi and Sastra Wijaya unfurled like a tempest come to earth — fierce, precise, and laden with histories older than the men who fought. From a distance, Resi Wiyasa, Rengga, and a handful of soldiers could only stare; any attempt to intervene would not only be pointless but dangerously disruptive. To aid would be to break the fragile thread of concentration Ki Mangkubumi needed to hold the contest on equal footing.Worry etched itself on Resi Wiyasa’s lined face. Rengga’s jaw tightened; both feared the worst. Sastra Wijaya was no ordinary rival — he was the feared master of the Hellblade current, one who had chosen allegiance with Prince Kalasekti and taken an oath that bound him to darkness. By rank and reputation Ki Mangkubumi should have been outmatched. Yet the old master stood unbowed.What had begun as a display of early advantage for Sastra Wijaya had, to everyone’s astonishment, been reversed. Where at first Ki Mangkubumi
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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: The Journey BeginsSorry, the chapter “The Assault” should actually come after “The Journey Begins.”*****The news of Jaya Dipa’s death, along with his six disciples, spread swiftly through the halls of the Black Serpent Sect. Whispers filled every corner — who could have possibly slain those seven martial artists so brutally? In response to this shocking incident, the elders of the sect convened an urgent meeting. They feared that if such a tragedy were left unchecked, the same fate might soon befall their own disciples. After several days of investigation, three students from the Iron Body Realm came forward with a confession. They admitted to hiring one of their senior brothers, paying him a thousand taels of gold to rob a nobleman who was traveling through the region. “So, it was you who ordered them to rob that nobleman from the city? Are you out of your minds!?” roared one of the elders, Master Kalam, slamming his hand on the table. “If word of this reaches the officials of the Kingdom of Win
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Chapter: The AssaultAs night descended, the innkeeper brought dinner for the four travelers.Since Banu had paid handsomely, the service was far above what ordinary guests could expect.That evening, the aroma of roasted lamb filled the air. The innkeeper had spent the entire day preparing it, roasting the meat slowly until it was tender and golden.“The meat is incredibly soft and delicious,” Banu said between mouthfuls, his voice full of delight.No one answered. Each of them was lost in their own meal, the crackle of the hearth and the faint howl of the wind outside the only sounds filling the quiet room.Then suddenly—chaos erupted beyond the walls. Angry shouts echoed through the night. The sound of feet rushing and the clatter of weapons broke the calm.Arga froze mid-bite, his instincts flaring. His hand swiftly reached for the sword resting beside him.“They’ve found us,” he said, his voice low and cold. “Prepare for battle.”Arimbi immediately grabbed her Sacred Sword, following Arga toward the
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Chapter: Demon's BloodThe next morning, Arga pushed open the creaking door of the small hut. The cool air of dawn brushed against his face as he stepped outside. Dew hung from the leaves like pearls, glistening faintly in the pale sunlight. His boots sank slightly into the damp soil as he made his way toward the trees behind the hut.Through the shifting mist, he saw the carriage still hidden among the thickets—untouched and just as he had left it. He exhaled in relief.Moments later, Arimbi emerged from the hut, her long hair still damp, her robe fresh and neatly fastened. The dark hue that had once tainted her skin was gone, replaced by its usual gentle glow.“Arga…” she called softly, holding the Sacred Sword of Shang Widi in her hand.He turned slightly, waiting until she reached him.“What is it?” His tone was calm, almost distant.Arimbi’s cheeks flushed. “I wanted to thank you… for saving my life last night.”A faint smile crossed Arga’s lips. “There’s no need,” he said quietly, waving a hand as he
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Chapter: Banu WijayaJaya Dipa, one of the instructors of the Black Serpent Sect, had fallen—his life claimed by the blade of Arga. The battle had ended swiftly, leaving only silence and the faint echo of a dying breath. Without hesitation, Arga turned toward the overturned carriage nearby, where Arimbi lay motionless, her pale face streaked with blood and rain.“Come out!” Arga’s voice thundered through the air, commanding yet calm.From within the carriage, Banu hesitantly peeked out. When he saw that no danger lingered, he pushed the door open and stepped down.“Help me,” said Arga, his tone firm. “We’ll move them into the carriage.”Together, they lifted Arimbi and Suli, both unconscious, placing them gently upon the wooden floor of the carriage. Banu climbed inside to watch over them while Arga took the reins. With a sharp crack of the whip, the horses neighed and began to move, their hooves drumming against the earth as the carriage rolled away from the cursed ground of the Black Serpent Sect.Arga
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Chapter: The Phantom Serpent TechniqueBoom!A violent explosion ripped through the forest as a jet of black light struck an old teak tree by the roadside. The blast left behind a crater, and a dark mist rose from the scorched earth.Arga turned toward the source of the attack. Standing not far away, hands on his hips, was an elderly man in a tattered gray robe. One of the bandits who had survived Arga’s previous assault stumbled toward the old man, bowing low.“Master…” he gasped.“What is the meaning of this chaos?” the old man demanded, his tone sharp as a whip. “Why were you and that man fighting with such madness?”“Your disciple tried to rob a traveler on the road,” Arga replied coolly. “I merely gave him the punishment he deserved.”“Silence!” the old man barked, his glare snapping toward Arga. “I was not speaking to you, boy—I was speaking to my student!”Arga’s lips curled into a mocking smile. “What a tiresome old man,” he muttered, his words laced
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Chapter: The Iron Shield TechniqueI’m sorry, but the chapter titled “FAILURE” does not belong in this book — it should be included in Sword of the Fire Dragon instead.******The rotund nobleman climbed into his ornate carriage, his heavy steps making the wooden floor creak beneath him. Two of his guards mounted their horses, riding behind the carriage with wary eyes scanning the street.The coachman cracked his whip, and the horses began to pull the luxurious carriage down the dusty road. From afar, Arga watched the gilded carriage roll away from the auction house.But something caught his attention—an ominous group of men tailing the carriage at a steady pace.He recalled that the nobleman carried not only a great sum of money but also the Book of Immortality. Arimbi, who stood beside him, also noticed the pursuers but said nothing. She wanted to see whether Arga still had any sense of compassion left within him. After all, the nobleman had shown him kindness earlier.“Arimbi, I’m going after them,” Arga said calmly
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