All Chapters of THE GOD'S OF CHOSEN WARRIOR : Chapter 501
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RAWARONTEK
Karman’s gaze fixed on the massive crater left by their last collision—its edges jagged and wide, soil and rock scattered in every direction, and thick clouds of dust hanging heavy in the air to obscure all vision beyond a few paces. The very mountain top had been scarred by their battle, the earth itself bearing witness to the immense power they wielded.Meanwhile, Aji felt his eyes burning with a searing pain, warm blood beginning to trickle slowly from the corners, tracing dark paths down his cheeks. Yet he paid it no mind as he drew deeply upon his inner energy—this time holding nothing back. Crimson light blazed not just from the Dragon Earth Sword in his hand, but from every inch of his body, wrapping him in an aura of pure fire that made him seem more spirit than man.Though pain shot through his hands with every movement, Karman knew he had no choice but to stand his ground. He watched as the brilliant red figure of his opponent moved swiftly toward him, each step leaving a tr
The Weakness of the Rawarontek Art
From a distance, Karman unleashed a blow of such tremendous force that the noble warrior was sent hurtling backward dozens of strides. His form crashed violently into the earth, carving a deep, furrowed gash across the terrain that stretched far into the distance.“Must this be where my journey ends?” he pondered in the depths of his heart. Despair weighed heavy upon Duke Aji, pressing down with the weight of mountains. Time and again, he had wielded every stratagem and technique at his disposal to vanquish the deputy leader of the Black Skull Sect—yet all his efforts had dissolved into naught, as if his adversary possessed a thousand lives to spare.“Why do you falter against this foe?”The voice of his ancient ancestor echoed suddenly within the chambers of his mind, clear as a bell tolling through still air.“Ancestor… I am confounded by the dark art he commands,” Aji replied, his thoughts reaching out to the wise presence. “I have severed his neck countless times, yet each time, f
Arrival at the Black Skull Sect
Having bound Karman’s headless form to the great tree’s trunk, Aji did not descend immediately to the ground below. To ensure that the deputy leader of the Black Skull Sect would never again rise from the veil of death—not even should the ancient tree fall to the ravages of time or the hands of meddling men—he drew his blade once more and drove it deep into the corpse. With each thrust, he channeled his inner energy, watching as the flesh withered and hardened, shrinking into a desiccated husk like that of a long-forgotten mummy. Only then did he allow himself a measure of certainty: the darkness within Karman had been sealed away forever.A long, slow breath escaped his lips, carrying with it the weight of battle and the tension that had coiled in his shoulders since dawn. Though he knew his quest to destroy the Black Skull Sect was far from complete, at least one more architect of shadow had been sent to meet his final reckoning.With a single fluid leap, Aji descended from the bran
The Living Skull Warrior
That night, Aji and Ratih made their rest atop the boughs of a colossal tree, its branches stretching wide mere furlongs from the Black Skull Sect’s sprawling complex. Even in the depths of darkness, the dark stone walls of the shadow arts stronghold stood stark against the star-dusted sky—and when dawn finally broke, painting the horizon in hues of gold and rose, the entire fortress would be laid bare before their watchful eyes. The tree’s massive trunk and thick limbs offered perfect concealment, its ancient bark blending seamlessly with the mountain’s rugged terrain as they settled in to recover their strength.Meanwhile, far up the mountainside, the sect’s search parties had reached the ridge where Karman had fallen. Among the twisted roots and trampled undergrowth, they discovered the four guardians who had preceded their deputy leader—their forms now lifeless and drained of all color. Without delay, the scouts turned back down the slope, hastening to deliver word of their grim
The Plan Undone
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
Baramuli’s Command
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
The Resistance
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
The Terrifying Form
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
The Sacred Staff Shatters
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
Black Fire
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