Novels by Alfonzo Perez

The shock of Daniswara’s death still clung to Suryorojo like a cold mist when his eyes caught Kuntala lunging forward, his body moving on instinct alone. It was as if the loss of his dearest friend and fellow disciple had shattered the very threads of reason in his mind—for Daniswara had been the one who stood beside him through every trial, every battle, in the brutal, unforgiving world of martial arts.Without a moment’s hesitation, Suryorojo shot across the clearing to stand with Kuntala against the handsome warrior before them. He would not let this young man throw his life away in a fit of grief, chasing after Daniswara into the shadowed realm of the dead.“If you too wish to join your friend in hell, I shall grant that wish with all the speed of a falling star!” Aji hissed, his blade slicing through the air in a silver arc aimed directly at Kuntala’s throat.Daniswara’s disciple froze, his eyes wide with disbelief at the velocity of the strike. He had darted to the side to dodge

No longer willing to be trapped in this endless cycle—dodging the elders’ patterned attacks with no hope of striking back—Aji summoned the Wind Step, that legendary technique that turned his body into a whisper of air. His purpose was twofold: to shatter their impenetrable formation and carve open a chink in their defenses, giving him the room he needed to unleash his own fury.At first, progress was slow. The three warriors moved as one, their strikes weaving into a seamless wall of steel that left no room for error. But bit by bit, Aji’s superior speed began to tip the scales. He flowed between their blows with increasing grace, his movements so fluid they seemed to defy gravity. Soon, he was no longer caged—he was unleashed. And his first targets, as he had planned, were Kuntala and Daniswara.Their bodies were still ravaged by internal wounds, and Aji intended to exploit that weakness to its fullest. He would eliminate the two elders first, then turn his full attention to Suryoroj

Suryorojo paid no mind to Aji’s scathing taunts—taunts that cut as sharp as any blade. Instead, he turned his focus inward, drawing from the deep well of inner power that had sustained him through decades of battle, and channeled it into Kuntala and Daniswara. Waves of warm, healing energy flowed from his palms into their bodies, mending their wounds just enough to let them stand firm once more. He knew he could not face this mysterious warrior alone; this foe whose name they had never even heard of held a power that made Suryorojo’s skin prickle with unease. He needed his old friends by his side, if only to tip the scales in their favor.As Prince Dananjaya’s teacher, Suryorojo had faced countless warriors, but never had he felt a presence so overwhelming as Aji’s. He had felt it the moment he pulled Kuntala and Daniswara back from death’s door—the raw, untamed strength that pulsed from the handsome man before him, like a storm waiting to break. If he fought alone, he knew in his hea

“Do not claim my soul again—or I will cast you aside for all eternity!” Aji raised the Shadow Sword high above his head, its obsidian blade catching the faint light of the sky. Then, with a deep pull from his core, he sent a torrent of his inner energy surging into the dark steel—energy that hummed and crackled as it settled into every fiber of the weapon.In that instant, a cascade of crimson aura burst forth from the blade, a searing, living fire that painted the world in shades of blood and shadow. This was the very aura that had once shaken the entire martial arts world to its foundations—the aura of a sword so feared that warriors would flee at the mere mention of its name.“Shadow Sword,” Aji called out, his voice carrying the weight of mountains and the fire of his conviction. “Prove to me that you are worthy of walking beside me as I purge the darkness and evil from the face of this earth!”As if stirred by the passion in his words, the crimson aura blazed brighter, swelling a

Their eyes met, and in a single, silent nod, they understood each other. The very next instant, both men launched themselves forward, spinning with such blinding speed that they seemed to orbit Aji’s body like twin comets. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, their movements blurred into a whirling tempest—so swift that all Aji could see was the raging spiral of a miniature tornado, coiling tight around him.“Does all this spinning not make you dizzy?” Aji called out, his voice steady despite the chaos swirling just inches from his skin. He watched the vortex with keen, unblinking eyes, his senses sharpened to catch every subtle shift in their formation.No sooner had the words left his lips than a thick, inky black mist seeped into the spiral, weaving itself into a perfect circle that enclosed him completely. Aji felt the air change at once—heavy, suffocating, and charged with a power he had never encountered before. He realized, with a jolt of recognition, that this was no ordin

“Since we have an agreement, follow me!” Aji said calmly, a clear, easy smile playing on his lips. “I will be delighted to entertain you both there!”With those words, he launched himself into the air with a lightness that defied belief, soaring over the palace’s perimeter wall — a structure of nearly six meters in height, built from thick, weathered stone.“Arrogant fool! Does he think we cannot match his speed?” Daniswara snarled. “Come, Kuntala — let us chase him down and teach him a lesson he will remember even in death!”Kuntala nodded, then exploded into motion, her form a blur of grace as she leaped over the high wall and bounded across the rooftops of the town’s houses. Her movements were fluid, almost feline, each jump carrying her further from the Duke’s domain.Daniswara refused to be left behind. He too shot forward, following in Kuntala’s wake as they raced after Aji into the open lands beyond the domain’s borders.Meanwhile, back within the palace walls…The battle raged

“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