Novels by Alfonzo Perez

“What manner of power do you possess?”The Demon King stared in bewilderment at his opponent, whose strength far exceeded anything he had anticipated. Worse still, the energy radiating from the young warrior’s body was unlike anything he had ever encountered in all his eons of existence.“That was merely a taste of what I am capable of, foul demon!” Aji declared, his hand gripping the Mustika Dragon Earth Blade with unwavering resolve. “This time, I will unleash every ounce of power within me!”“Impossible!” the Demon King roared inwardly, his dark eyes widening in shock as Aji’s energy multiplied exponentially the moment the blade began to glow with brilliant emerald light.“Now face your end! Return to the abyss from which you came, savage fiend!”The Mustika Dragon Earth Blade blazed with power so great it outshone even the energy the Demon King had wielded upon his first appearance. The very air around them crackled and shimmered, as if unable to contain such immense force.Sudden

As the thick veil of dust finally cleared, Aji—still lying on the shattered earth—could see Caraka standing perfectly still where he had been all along. Not even a single inch had he moved, despite the tremendous force of their collision.The warrior, not yet thirty years of age, felt searing pain tearing through his chest. A dry cough escaped his lips, followed by a stream of bright red blood that stained the ground beneath him.“His power is immense,” he thought to himself, his mind racing even as his body screamed in agony. “Even my full strength was not enough to shift him from his place.”Caraka’s form rose to hover one meter above the ground, then glided forward with unnatural grace toward the fallen Aji, who had yet to find the strength to stand. “Have you finally understood the vast gulf between our power? I know you have not yet unleashed your greatest strength—but even if you did, it would change nothing!”Still burning with rage at the intrusion into his sanctuary, Caraka v

Aji’s sense of wonder had barely begun to fade when a massive shadow took shape in the sky above—its form twisted and clawed, like the talon of a great Dragon reaching down from the heavens. The dark silhouette wrapped around the sun, swallowing its light until the bright afternoon was plunged into deep twilight.“No technique you can summon will be enough to defeat me!” Ki Brenggolo Karang declared, his voice booming with renewed confidence as he spread his arms wide.As he spoke, waves of power surged from his body in ever-growing waves, pressing down on Aji with crushing force. Yet the husband of Ratih stood firm, his eyes fixed on the sky as he waited for the perfect moment to unleash the full might of the Earth Dragon Rends the Sky—still hovering above them, gathering strength with every passing second. He reached out to draw upon the natural energies of the forest around him, weaving the power of earth, air, water, and fire into his technique to amplify its destructive potential

The inky veil of shadow that had clung to the form of Brenggolo Karang slowly dissipated into the air. He was acutely aware that prolonged reliance upon such power would drain his vital essence to a perilous degree, leaving him diminished and vulnerable in the days to come. For all his mastery of the dark arts, even he knew the boundaries that must not be crossed if one wished to preserve their strength for the battles yet to be fought.The disciple of Caraka pondered, too, upon the art of combat itself—how every strike must be honed to perfect precision, how every movement must serve a purpose beyond mere force. His keen eyes had not missed the subtle signs that his adversary still held back the full measure of his might; though bruised and tested by their exchange, the youth stood firm and unyielding, his posture bearing none of the weariness that should have befallen one so young in the throes of such fierce conflict.As the last wisps of shadow faded from Brenggolo Karang’s frame,

Before Aji could regain his balance, another attack came crashing down—this one invisible to the naked eye, its approach betrayed only by the surge of raw power that rippled through the air around him.Once more, Aji moved with lightning speed, leaping sideways to avoid the blow. But the attack was a feint—no sooner had he landed than a heavy fist struck him square in the back, sending him sprawling across the forest floor in a roll of dirt and pine needles.A soft cough escaped his lips, and a trickle of bright red blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. As he pushed himself up, he wiped the blood away with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving the swirling black mist where his enemy was hidden.He had barely managed to straighten his posture when another unseen strike hurtled toward his chest. By instinct alone, Aji crossed his arms in front of his body just in time to block the impact—but the force was so great it sent him flying backward nearly twelve paces, until his sp

In the depths of the northern wilderness, where hills rose like sleeping giants to cradle the mist-shrouded valley below, stood a small wooden hut beside a crystal-clear stream. The water flowed from a cascading waterfall hidden behind a curtain of moss and stone, its gentle rush the only sound to break the heavy silence that hung over the land.Inside the hut, Sanjaya sat huddled in a corner, his face pale and drawn with fear. He had been waiting for hours—ever since he had fled the compound where Aji had held him captive, stumbling through the forest until he reached this secret refuge. Now he waited for Ki Brenggolo Karang, the only one who could protect him from the warrior who had shattered his plans and killed his men. Ki had left earlier to speak with Master Caraka, and Sanjaya knew his fate would be decided by what was said in that meeting.As midnight approached, the hut’s door creaked open, and a tall, lean figure stepped inside. Ki Brenggolo Karang moved with the grace of a

“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