Novels by Alfonzo Perez

Santoso’s heart hammered against his ribs like a caged beast, its frantic beats echoing in his ears as he watched Aji and Ratih approach. The pair of warriors who had shattered his life and brought an end to his reign of terror stood before him now, their eyes sharp and unyielding as they looked down at his kneeling form.“I need not waste time proving the grave crimes you have committed,” Aji began, his voice clear and steady as it filled the crowded village hall. Every word carried the weight of absolute truth, leaving no room for denial or excuse. “The testimony of the villagers—of the suffering you have inflicted, the taxes you have stolen, the lives you have ruined—is more than enough to pass judgment upon you.”The villagers leaned forward in eager anticipation, their eyes fixed intently on Aji’s face. For years, they had endured in silence, their complaints falling on deaf ears or bringing only punishment upon themselves. Now, at last, justice was within reach, and they waited

It was not only Chief Jampang who felt his throat clench tight with terror at the sight of Aji. The fifty warriors of the Black Skull School shared the same cold dread that coiled in their bellies—if their master, whose power had been whispered of in hushed tones across every corner of Kalingga for more than half a century, could be brought low by this young man’s hand, then what hope could they possibly have? For the handsome warrior standing before them, cutting down fifty men would be no more difficult than reaping wheat in a field.“Why so silent now?” Ratih taunted, her voice sharp as her blade as she fixed Jampang with a withering glare. Her eyes flickered briefly into the room behind him, confirming that Village Head Santoso still cowered within its walls. “Your turn will come soon enough, Santoso! First, I will cut away this beast’s lack of honor—starting with the parts that make him think he can lay hands on what is not his!”Jampang’s mind raced as he grappled with the impos

Aji offered a calm, knowing smile as he looked upon his opponent, who had at last drawn forth his legendary blade. The weapon gleamed with an unholy light, its black steel etched with runes that seemed to writhe and shift like living things. “Have you already accepted defeat, then? Is that why you feel the need to wield your sacred blade against me?”“Enough talk!” Ki Bledek Suro roared, his voice raw with fury as he held his weapon high. The black aura surrounding its edge pulsed with dark energy, casting twisted shadows across the courtyard. “Draw your own sword and face me like a true warrior!”“If that is what you desire, so be it,” Aji replied, his expression growing serious. “But I warn you—do not come to regret it once my blade leaves its sheath.”“I will never regret the choices I make!” Ki Bledek Suro scoffed, a cruel grin spreading across his weathered face. His confidence was absolute—for generations, the Black Skull Sword had been hailed as unbeatable, forged in the heart

Before Ki Bledek Suro could finish his threat, the sound of pounding hooves echoed through the courtyard as Chief Jampang arrived at the head of nearly fifty warriors from the Black Skull School. Their black robes billowed in the wind, their blades glinting like fangs in the midday sun as they formed a tight circle around the open space where Aji stood alone.“That is him, Master,” Jampang said, riding up beside Ki Bledek Suro and dismounting in a hurry. His voice was tight with barely concealed fear—fear that he hoped his master would mistake for anger. “He is the one who has brought trouble to Master Santoso’s village.”“Are you certain you have the right man, Jampang?” Ki Bledek Suro asked, his eyes narrowing as he studied Aji from head to toe. The youth stood calm and unafraid, his posture relaxed yet ready—a stark contrast to the trembling warriors who had fled from him earlier. “He is so young—how could he possibly have defeated you and your men?”“It is him, I swear it,” Jampan

Aji’s gaze was cold as he surveyed the silent compound of Village Head Santoso, which lay as still and empty as a tomb. His expectation of being greeted by the tyrant’s henchmen had vanished entirely—not a single soul stirred within the walls, and he surmised that they had all hidden themselves away in fear of his coming.“Ratih, let us enter,” Aji said, his voice carrying across the quiet courtyard.Ratih nodded, falling into step behind him as they crossed the threshold into the sprawling estate. Every surface spoke of wealth amassed through greed—carved wooden pillars, polished stone pathways, and gardens tended with care that stood in stark contrast to the poverty of the village beyond the walls.“It seems all the inhabitants have fled,” Ratih observed, her eyes sweeping across the grounds as she searched for any sign of movement. Not even a bird stirred in the trees that lined the courtyard.Aji shook his head slowly, a knowing look in his eyes. “Santoso is still here. He has not

Chief Jampang did not answer Village Head Santoso’s question at once. Instead, he bent double at the waist, his hands braced firmly on his knees as he fought to steady the ragged, gasping breaths that tore through his chest. Every muscle in his legs burned with exhaustion—the frantic sprint from the village square to Santoso’s compound had pushed his body far beyond its limits, a harsh reminder of how far he had fallen from his days as a disciplined warrior of the Black Crow School.For the past ten years, since he had taken up the post of head guard at Santoso’s residence, Jampang had abandoned all forms of martial training. The rigorous morning drills, the endless sessions of sword work, the meditative practices that had once honed his strength and focus to a razor’s edge—all had been cast aside for the comforts of power and ease. He had grown soft on a diet of rich food and stolen wealth, his once-muscular frame now carrying layers of unwanted flesh. It was no wonder, then, that ev

“But I will not accept being accused of belonging to that cursed sect! If they dare accuse me again, I’ll make sure everyone here dies!” A Long’s yellowish skin turned white as his anger flared.“Don’t be afraid, he’s only trying to scare us!” shouted A Fu, trying to sway the others.“If you accuse us one more time, I will let my brother here kill all of you!” Fang An barked, pointing his finger straight at A Fu’s face, which immediately froze in silence.“Watch your tongue, A Fu!” another man shouted, backing Fang An.Ying Sue and all the villagers in the dining house swallowed nervously. They didn’t know whether the young, sharp-eyed man’s words were true or just a bluff. But one thing was certain: the accusations A Fu hurled at the two young men were a mistake.“If you don’t want us in this village, we will leave. But only after we finish our meal. If I hear even one more accusation, I’ll hang the man’s head at the village ga

"Yu Wei, how are the preparations for the Grand Blood Moon Ritual? Is everything ready?""My apologies, Leader… Of the thirteen virgins required for the grand ritual, we are still short of two. Our members are already moving to find the remaining ones. I am certain that before the ritual begins, the number will be complete," replied the long-haired man named Yu Wei."For the success of this grand ritual, I entrust everything to you, Yu Wei. Do not fail me, for I have never known the word failure. You know very well what I will do to you if the ritual fails!" said the man who was, in fact, Ren Zhi, the leader of the Holy Blood Moon Sect.It should be known that the Grand Blood Moon Ritual was a mandatory ceremony for Ren Zhi. Besides strengthening his martial power, the ritual also served to keep the leader of the Holy Blood Moon Sect eternally youthful.If at present his face looked around thirty-five years old, then after the ritual he

Fang An gave a small smile and nodded."At the very least, we need some information from you, Sir, about the situation inside that sect."Duke Song Jian took a deep breath and released it slowly."As for the current situation, I do not know, Prince. It has been more than twenty years since I last joined them.""It’s all right, Sir. At least it can serve as a rough picture for the two of us about the situation there. But for now, we want to bathe first. Later, we will meet you again," Fang An said."Very well, Prince." Duke Song Jian bowed slightly to show respect. After that, he walked back to his chamber.Nearly two hours passed before Fang An and A Fu came out of their room. The two of them hurried toward Duke Song Jian’s private chamber to continue their discussion.Inside the chamber, Duke Song Jian still looked uneasy about the situation he was facing.On one hand, he feared that Fang An and A Fu might fail in their plan to attack the Holy Blood Moon Sect. If that happened, he to

Although it looked like a smile, to the four figures dressed in black, the smile on Fang An’s lips appeared terrifying and intimidating. The wide grin of the young man with white hair instantly drained their courage.“You must have thought we had already left this province, didn’t you?” Fang An chuckled softly, recalling how he and A Long had led their horses out of the palace gate earlier that morning.The four figures exchanged disbelieving glances. They, who were used to spying, had now been thwarted by two young men still younger than them in age.The exits were sealed tightly, leaving the black-clad figures confused about what decision to make. Their only hope of escape was to fight back, though they knew the chance of success was almost nonexistent.Unconsciously, cold sweat began to drip from their pores. The chill that gripped their bodies was nothing compared to the icy sweat brought on by fear.“Why do you look so confused? Relax, I won’t kill you. But on one condition—tell

“The Sacred Blood Moon Sect is a dark sect hidden in a valley beyond Mount Yuelu, Prince. They use the blood of virgins for their offerings,” explained Duke Song Jian.“Then why are they extorting you, Duke? What connection do you have with them?” Fang An pressed. He already sensed a breakthrough.The duke lowered his head, regret written across his face.“I was once part of them, Prince. I joined secretly before I was married.”“And after you married, you left them?”“Yes, Prince. I left without permission from Ren Zhi, the leader of the Sacred Blood Moon Sect.”Fang An nodded, understanding. He could see the duke’s regret was genuine.No matter how strong a man was, when the safety of his wife and children was threatened, he would become fragile—especially when he was powerless to act.“Very well. Now we know who the perpetrators are. What remains is to uncover which of their members is hiding inside this palace.” Fang An’s gaze lifted to the ceiling as he thought hard.“Do you have

Not long after, the two of them finally arrived in front of the palace of Province Sihan. The gates, which had been tightly closed, opened at once when the two young warriors arrived.From inside, a finely dressed man escorted by two guards hurried toward the gate.Fang An and A Long leapt down from their horses and handed the reins to a soldier.“Welcome to Province Sihan, Prince Fang An, Prince A Long. It is truly a great honor for me to receive the arrival of both Princes.” The finely dressed man, who turned out to be Duke Song Jian, bowed respectfully.“Do not be so formal, Duke. We just happened to pass by, so we decided to stop here. Besides, we also need a place to rest for the night,” replied Fang An with a smile, though his sharp eyes studied the finely dressed figure before him.From his experience dealing with officials, such respectful behavior often had two meanings. Some showed respect because of rank and position, while others used it to flatter or to cover up their wro