Novels by Alfonzo Perez

Elsewhere in the forest, as she watched her husband’s battle against the Black Skull Sect’s leader unfold—with Aji clearly gaining decisive upper hand—Ratih emerged from her hidden sanctuary among the twisted roots of an ancient banyan tree. Her purpose was as sharp and unyielding as the blade she carried: to hunt down and eliminate every last surviving disciple of the dark sect, leaving no trace of their malevolent order to plague the world again.The memory of how these shadow warriors had attacked on her wedding day burned like a brand in her heart, fueling a righteous fury that had been tempered into cold determination. They had sought to destroy the life she and Aji had built together, and now they would pay for that transgression with every drop of blood in their veins.“I will be your adversary!” Ratih cried out, her voice ringing clear and strong across the battlefield as she drew her sword and held it steady in her right hand. Her eyes—dark as midnight and just as fierce—scan

Standing nearly three meters tall, Baramuli cut a figure of pure terror against the morning sky. In one hand, he wielded his massive black staff—now seeming to stretch even longer to match his towering form—while a pair of curved horns spiraled upward from his scalp, casting twisted shadows across his face. Sharp fangs jutted from both corners of his mouth, and unkempt strands of dark hair fell past his shoulders like tangled wisps of smoke.The black cloak he had always worn had vanished completely, revealing a frame so gaunt and emaciated that every bone stood out in stark relief beneath his skin. He was truly as his title proclaimed—a Living Skull, walking the earth with flesh stretched taut over stone.Aji felt a brief flicker of surprise at the transformation, but in the world of martial arts, nothing was impossible. Shape-shifting was but one of countless strange arts practiced by dark path warriors—he had faced foes before who could not be killed by ordinary means, including th

The impact sent Baramuli’s gaunt frame hurtling backward across the forest floor, his feet scraping furiously against the damp earth as he struggled to find purchase. Before he could bring his wild retreat to a halt, Aji was already closing in, his blade cutting through the air in a powerful horizontal arc aimed straight at his opponent’s torso.Once again, the leader of the Black Skull Sect was forced to raise his obsidian staff in defense, the clash of metal against stone sending showers of sparks cascading through the air like fallen stars. This time, the force of the blow was so immense that Baramuli was thrown backward with devastating momentum, crashing through a stand of ancient pines that splintered and toppled beneath his weight.“How can a warrior so feeble as you claim dominion over this sect?!” Aji taunted, pressing forward with relentless speed as Baramuli continued to slide across the ground. “The masked warrior we felled not long ago was far more worthy of leading these

Aji moved with the speed of lightning, his form a blur of motion that left the Black Skull Sect warriors struggling to keep pace. In mere heartbeats, more than a dozen of them lay sprawled across the blood-soaked ground, their weapons clattering uselessly beside their still forms.Cries of agony and despair echoed through the morning air as Aji pressed his assault forward. In the span of minutes, he had woven a web of terror so profound that even the hardiest of the sect’s disciples trembled at the sight of him. Though they outnumbered him many times over, their fighting spirit had crumbled completely—they could only stand and watch as death claimed their brothers one by one.Pools of dark red blood spread across the cobblestones and dirt, their metallic stench rising thick and acrid to fill the air. Each drop only deepened the fear that gripped the remaining warriors, turning their limbs heavy and their minds clouded with panic.A faint smile played at the corners of Aji’s lips—a gri

With trembling hands and a heart hammering against his ribs like a caged bird, one of the sect warriors crept forward to pull open the main gate—hewn from thick, aged oak that had stood against storms and sieges for generations. Every step felt heavy as lead, for he knew the risk he took: one wrong move, and death would claim him as it had claimed his fellow guardians.As the great doors swung wide, a sharp crack cut through the air. The warrior collapsed without a sound, his body crumpling to the cobblestones like a puppet with its strings cut. No one saw what struck him—no arrow flew through the air, no blade gleamed in the light—but there he lay, motionless and still.Coupled with the eight gate guards who had already fallen silent in death, panic swept through the Black Skull Sect like wildfire through dry grass. The warriors stared at their fallen brother in horror, their faces pale with dread. An invisible enemy stalked them, striking down their ranks without warning or mercy—su

Once the four patrolmen had vanished into the morning mist, Aji and Ratih descended from their perch in silence, their feet touching the earth as softly as falling snow. Not a single twig cracked beneath their weight, not a single leaf rustled at their passing—such was the precision of their training, honed through years of walking the path of the warrior.Aji swept his gaze across the landscape, his eyes taking in every detail with the keenness of a hawk surveying its domain. He studied the lay of the land—the way shadows pooled in hidden hollows, how thickets of thorny brush clustered along the trail, where ancient trees bent their boughs to form natural screens. Only when he was certain no eyes watched them did he nod to Ratih, gesturing for her to follow as he began to move toward the Black Skull Sect’s fortress.“Stay alert—do not let your guard slip for even a moment,” he whispered, his voice carrying no farther than her ear. “We know not what lies ahead of us—this stronghold m

“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