All Chapters of THE GOD'S OF CHOSEN WARRIOR : Chapter 391
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The Midnight Assault
“The guards report that the two warriors we’ve been waiting for are outside, Your Highness,” Suryorojo replied.A wide grin spread across Prince Dananjaya’s face, and the knot of anxiety that had been coiling in his chest unraveled in an instant. All his worry vanished the moment he heard news of the warriors his master had summoned.“The guards are bringing them here now,” Suryorojo added, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.“Without Lodra, we’ve been lost for plans,” Prince Dananjaya said, letting out a harsh sigh. “And I’m certain Yoga has already betrayed our strength to Hanggareksa.”Just then, another knock echoed at the door. Suryorojo rose and crossed the room, pulling it open to reveal two figures standing in the hallway—men who looked to be roughly his age. The old man’s smile widened until it stretched across his face, warm with welcome.“Kuntala, Daniswara—how glad I am you’ve come!” he exclaimed, stepping aside. “Please, enter. The Prince has been waiting for you.”Kunta
The Battle
“Damnation!” he cursed silently. From a distance, he could see the great gates of the Tanjung Rejo Ducal Palace standing wide open—too wide, as if they had been thrown open by force. Hundreds of Prince Dananjaya’s soldiers swarmed into the palace grounds, their weapons drawn and glinting in the silver moonlight, moving like a tide of shadow and steel.A handful of palace guards had tried to hold the line, to keep the enemy from pushing deeper into the heart of the palace. But they were no match for the sudden assault. One by one, they fell, their cries of agony cutting through the stillness of the night like a knife through silk. And yet—strangely, terrifyingly—there was no sign of the rest of the palace garrison. They lay motionless in their barracks, as if struck by a spell that had lulled them into a deep, unbreakable sleep.Aji had no time to wonder why. If the enemy was allowed to roam free within the palace walls, it would not be long before Tanjung Rejo fell into Dananjaya’s ha
Aji vs Daniswara
Kuntala and Daniswara surged into the grounds of the Tanjung Rejo Ducal Palace, their forms cutting through the night like arrows loosed from a bow. The air around them crackled with a quiet, dangerous energy— the kind that precedes the storm of battle.At that very moment, the fifty warriors of the Cakrabuana Royal Guard, led by Antasena, poured out of their barracks to reinforce Aji and Rangga. Soon after, Bargowo and Ratih followed, bringing with them hundreds of palace soldiers—most still bleary-eyed and weary, torn from the depths of sleep in the dead of night, yet their hands still steady on their weapons.And so the great battle erupted in full fury. The clash of steel against steel rang out like a haunting symphony, each note intertwined with the heart-wrenching cries of the dying. From both sides, the shouts of commanders urging their men forward echoed across the courtyard, adding to the chaos that consumed the night. It was a dance of death, wild and beautiful in its feroci
THE DEMON SWORD’S POWER
With a fluid motion, Daniswara settled back into his stance, his dark sword beginning a slow, deliberate spin. As it turned, a low, howling wind began to rise around him — a gale that grew stronger with every revolution, its roar echoing through the palace courtyards.“You will learn the true might of my Demon Sword, wretch. Prepare yourself… I will erase you from this earth!”The handsome man — Aji — did not flinch at the threat. To him, every curse hurled his way was like a drug, fueling his strength, pushing his limits ever higher. He stood firm, his eyes locked on Daniswara’s spinning blade, his own aura beginning to hum with quiet power.As the sword’s spin quickened, a tidal wave of energy surged forth from its black steel. It was raw, untamed — a force that seemed to drink the light from the air around it. Aji poured his own energy into his core, bracing himself against the wind that now slammed into him with the force of a tidal wave. He knew, then, that his foe’s power had re
GANGED UP BY TWO OLD WARRIORS
“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
THE POISONOUS BLACK VORTEX
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
SAVED
“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
GANGED UP BY THREE ELDER WARRIORS
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
THE DARK POWER OF THE SHADOW SWORD
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
DUKE HANGGAREKSA VS PRINCE DANANJAYA
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