Novels by Alfonzo Perez

No one in the audience could have predicted Rangga’s defeat. The entire arena fell into stunned silence as his body was hurled off the stage. Even Ratih and Aji were left wide-eyed, disbelief freezing their expressions as the dust settled.A heavy sigh of disappointment swept through the crowd. Everyone had expected a grand finale between Aji and Rangga—two warriors of equal strength and pride. But fate, it seemed, had chosen a different path.“What a shame,” Aji murmured under his breath, the words carrying the weight of genuine regret. He had been certain that Rangga would claim victory.Rangga approached, his steps steady despite the loss. When he reached them, a faint but warm smile curved his lips. “I’m sure you’ll win tomorrow,” he said, his tone calm but sincere. “In terms of skill, you’re far superior to him. But be careful—he’s a cunning man.”Aji met Rangga’s gaze and smiled back, his confidence unshaken. “Don’t worry,” he repl

Rangga moved like a shadow, weaving through the storm of strikes that rained upon him. Each time Subrata’s fists came crashing down, Rangga twisted or bent away, and when the timing allowed, he countered—swift, precise, and deadly.The duel of bare hands unfolded with ferocity. Every movement was sharp as lightning, every blow heavy with intent. The two warriors were no longer testing each other’s strength—they were fully engaged, pouring both body and spirit into the contest. The arena crackled with tension, and even the wind seemed to hold its breath.Each time Rangga parried, the strain sent jolts of pain up Subrata’s wounded arm. Blood once again seeped through the reopened gash, glistening red against his tanned skin. The injury that should have healed now throbbed with agony. Subrata grimaced, but pride forced him onward. Every collision between their hands drew a hiss of pain he tried in vain to suppress.Rangga noticed it—the subtle tightening of S

And so, the match began. With complete confidence, Subrata was the first to move. He lunged forward, launching a barrage of punches from both fists. Yet Rangga, calm and composed, evaded each strike with graceful precision. Occasionally, he would deflect one or two blows—not with the intent to counter, but to subtly alter the direction of Subrata’s attack, making his rhythm falter.The crowd’s excitement surged. A few spectators began edging closer to Aji, who stood at the edge of the arena. They were gamblers—faces tense, eyes gleaming with greed—hoping the handsome young man would give some clue as to who would emerge victorious. None of them had yet placed their bets, and they sought an omen, a whisper, anything from Aji that could tilt fortune in their favor. If he hinted at who would advance to face him in the final, their purses would grow heavy with gold.But Aji had already read their intentions. Though he had discerned who held the upper hand between Rangga and Subrata, not a

The match had ended almost as soon as it began. The young woman’s movements were sharp, precise, and filled with the quiet elegance of someone who had mastered her art through relentless practice. Her opponent, perhaps overconfident or simply careless, made the fatal mistake of misstepping—and in that instant, Ratih’s body moved like a whip. She spun gracefully, her legs scissoring upward in a flash. The impact landed squarely on her opponent’s chest, flipping the woman backward before her head struck the wooden stage with a heavy thud. The crowd gasped as the fallen fighter lay unconscious, sprawled motionless upon the floorboards. Ratih had claimed victory, swift and clean.When the excitement of the battle faded, Aji suggested they take a walk through the village to clear their minds. The two of them, walking side by side under the afternoon sun, drew the eyes of nearly everyone they passed. Their quiet harmony—the calm poise of the handsome warrior and the gentle radiance of the b

What Warta did next was something that none of the spectators—nor even Aji and Ratih—had anticipated. Every time Rangga launched an attack, the towering, broad-shouldered man deliberately lowered his guard, allowing Rangga’s blows to land freely upon his body as if to mock his opponent’s effort.From beneath the shade of a tall tree where they watched the battle unfold, Ratih leaned closer to Aji and whispered softly so others wouldn’t overhear. “Aji, that man... he must possess some kind of body-fortifying technique. Do you know if he has a weakness?”Aji gave a slight nod, his calm eyes fixed on the stage. He leaned toward her and murmured something near her ear—words so faint that only she could hear them. Ratih’s brows rose in surprise at what he said.“Just keep watching,” Aji added quietly once he had finished explaining. “Soon, you’ll see it for yourself.”“So you mean, he can be defeated if someone knows where to strike?” Ratih asked, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.“It depend

From the stage earlier, Aji had caught a glimpse of a man standing a fair distance away—silent, still, and calm as a mountain. Yet from that distance alone, Aji could feel the man’s energy pulsing faintly in the air. It was powerful, refined, and restrained—the kind of strength that could rival his own. Perhaps slightly below his level… or just slightly above.“Who is that warrior you were talking about?” Ratih asked curiously, her eyes following Aji’s gaze. She had come to trust his instincts, and if Aji spoke of someone with respect, that man must be exceptional.“You’ll see soon enough,” Aji replied, his tone measured. “When he steps onto the stage, you’ll understand.”He then gestured for her to follow, and together they walked toward a large banyan tree standing near the edge of the field. Its wide branches spread like a guardian’s arms, casting cool shade beneath them. Aji leaned against its trunk, folding his arms, his gaze never leaving the stage.“He should be fighting today,

“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