All Chapters of THE LAST WARRIOR REVENGE : Chapter 21
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Ghost Claw
Feeling enraged by Arga’s challenge, Ningrat Penjalu, also known as the Second Leader, turned to Rekso Atmoko for permission.“I will teach him a lesson he will never forget,” Ningrat said, his voice steady but full of menace.“Just kill him. Don’t leave him alive. I’m certain he intends to disgrace this sect,” Rekso replied sharply.Ningrat nodded in acknowledgment. Without wasting another moment, he sprang into the air. His body seemed almost weightless, moving so gracefully that he passed over dozens of spectators as if they weren’t even there.Arga’s gaze followed him intently, sharp and calculating. He couldn’t help but admire the Second Leader’s mastery of body-lightening techniques.Ningrat landed silently in the center of the arena. Not a single leaf rustled beneath his feet—proof that he had reached near-perfect mastery of his art.“I must admit,” Ningrat said, his voice chilling as it sliced through the tense air, “you are a lower-tier warrior bold enough to challenge me. Th
Mad Devil Technique
The Ghost Claw Ningrat had ripped open Arga’s back; the wound from the night before split open again, raw and searing.Arga screamed. Heat crawled up from the gouge, and sweat began to bead down his brow.Ningrat laughed long and cruelly as he watched Arga cornered and faltering.“You were once a savage tiger, tearing into your prey without mercy,” Ningrat taunted, voice full of scorn. “Look at you now—hah—like a frightened housecat before a starving lion… hahahaha!”Arga snorted in anger, but beneath that fury he kept his senses razor-sharp. Ningrat was dangerous; every strike had to be counted.The Blood Sword in his left hand trembled. Arga turned his head, frowning.What’s wrong with the blade? he thought. A chill flowed from the sword into his body, numbing the burning pain from his wound until it dulled to a distant ache.This sword is trying to protect me, he realized, and a small, grim smile twisted his lips. He tightened his grip.“Help me, Blood Sword,” Arga whispered, voice
The Cowards
Ningrat Penjalu gave a bitter smile. For years, he had lived comfortably within the Golden Step Sect, basking in his own power and pride. But now everything he’d built was crumbling—destroyed by the very arrogance he had nurtured.“You’re truly remarkable,” he said, his voice trembling slightly as he tried to gather his remaining strength. “Even a warrior of my level couldn’t resist your power. Tell me, young man—who is your master?”Ningrat hoped to distract Arga, to buy a few seconds to recover and heal his wounds. The man possessed the ability to mend his injuries through internal energy, but Arga wasn’t one for small talk. He only spoke when necessary.Instead of answering, Arga dashed forward like lightning.Ningrat’s eyes widened in disbelief—Arga had seen through his plan.“You think I’m a fool?” Arga growled, swinging his sword down toward Ningrat’s already wounded arm.Cras!The arm was severed cleanly and fell to the ground with a dull thud. Ningrat screamed, his voice echoi
A Servant
Lastri carefully placed the tray filled with warm rice and an assortment of dishes on the low wooden table. Arga, as he usually did, sat cross-legged on the floor mat, his calm yet firm expression illuminated by the flickering oil lamp.“Lastri, come and eat with me,” Arga offered in a warm but steady tone.“I’ll just keep you company, Sir. I’ve already eaten,” Lastri replied softly, her eyes lowering with quiet respect.Arga picked up the rice spoon and began to serve himself. For some reason, he felt unusually hungry that evening. The aroma of grilled fish mixed with the scent of chili and spices only deepened his appetite.“This one is grilled fish with green chili sauce, that’s stewed jengkol, and these are fresh vegetables with shrimp paste chili,” Lastri explained gently, pointing to each dish she had prepared. “I hope you like it, Sir.”Arga nodded slightly and began to eat. His hunger was almost primal. Within moments, he had devoured an entire basket of rice along with every
Kirana Dewi
Arga turned his head toward the door as a smooth, fair leg stepped inside. His heart skipped a beat when Kirana came toward him, wearing nothing but a sheer, translucent garment that barely covered her body.He swallowed hard. It was the first time he had ever seen the delicate figure of a young woman, almost completely bare. Two prominent shapes pressed against the thin white fabric, clearly outlined.Embarrassed, Arga quickly averted his gaze when Kirana caught his eyes staring. Somehow, he felt awkward in this intimate moment. "Why... why did you take off your clothes?" he asked, voice barely steady.Kirana stopped right behind Arga’s bare back, her pulses racing wildly. It was the first time she saw a muscular man standing naked before her. "Didn’t you say before that if I want to serve you, I must obey all your wishes?" Kirana replied boldly, her voice soft but determined.Inside the room, Arga found himself speechless. His chest rose and fell as he inhaled her fragrant hair scen
The Art of Soul Transference
After that embarrassing incident in the bathroom, Arga and Kirana finally sat cross-legged on the floor after putting their clothes back on.Nothing happened between them. Arga never once thought of violating Kirana’s purity, and that alone made the young woman fall even deeper for him. If it had been another man, things might have turned out very differently for her.Lastri soon arrived, bringing hot tea and snacks on a wooden tray.“Lastri, come join us for tea,” Kirana offered warmly.“I’m sorry, Miss. I should stay at the front, in case any guests arrive,” Lastri replied softly, declining as politely as she could.In truth, she wanted nothing more than to sit and share the warmth of that moment. Yet she didn’t want to intrude on Kirana Dewi’s happiness.“So, what are your plans for the Sect?” Kirana asked after taking a sip of tea. “I won’t stop you if you seek revenge. To be honest, I’m only the adopted daughter of the Sect Leader. He and his wife never had children, so they took
The Revenge Begins
Kirana helped Arga into his clothes.Her hands moved quickly but gently. The simple act of dressing him felt intimate; for the first time that night the young man allowed himself a small, guarded comfort from her presence.“Stay here, no matter what happens. Don’t leave this room,” Arga ordered in a low voice.Kirana nodded without hesitation.“Do not regret the choice you made. Tonight—your sect will be destroyed,” he added, voice cold and steady.Kirana said nothing. She had no words that could change the course of what they were about to do. Yet inside she felt certain that following Arga was right. She knew, with the sick clarity of one who has seen too much cruelty, what her adoptive father had done to him.Arga opened the window and let the night air sweep inside. He drew his veil across his face and secured the Blood Sword onto his back. Clad entirely in black, he seemed less a man and more a shadow that had learned how to move.The Red Frog Sect was unusually quiet that night.
Kirana’s Strategy
After the brutal killings that shook the sect the previous night, the following morning Rekso Atmoko gathered all remaining elders. His orders were clear—tighten security, heighten vigilance, and hunt down the mysterious assassin who had dared to invade their compound. The only living witness under interrogation was a courtesan named Yao Shin, a woman from a distant kingdom who had come to the Western Wind Nation seeking a better life, only to survive by selling her charm. According to Yao Shin, she had seen a ghost—something that soared from the darkness outside and drifted into the house before slaughtering everyone inside. She claimed not to know how such a spirit could kill so many with terrifying ease. Her statement was too absurd to believe. Still, word spread faster than fire on dry leaves: a vengeful ghost was haunting the Red Frog Sect. Within hours, fear rippled through the disciples. Even the strongest among them glanced over their shoulders in terror, as though expect
The Twin War Maces
Kirana smiled as Arga’s arms wrapped around her. Although she knew he did not love her, the steady pressure of his embrace warmed a corner of her heart. For a brief moment she allowed herself the small luxury of feeling wanted—if only in the fragile privacy of a dim room far from the sect’s prying eyes.Yet the mood turned slightly awkward when she became aware of something pulsing beneath her. A thin, foreign pressure pressed against her hip: Arga’s staff—an instrument of power that, for reasons she did not fully understand, had stirred to life at the touch of her body.“Now I will tell you about my father,” Kirana said softly, steadying herself and letting the memory shape her words. “The Twin War Maces are an heirloom passed down through the Atmoko family for generations. For over forty years they have been the signature weapons of past sect leaders. Because of their reputation, many leaders preferred to avoid provoking other sects—these maces are coveted relics, and so they kept t
Wrath
After a full day and night of deep meditation, Arga slowly opened his eyes. His body radiated calm power, and his internal energy had grown more intense and refined. The surge of strength within him gave rise to a single, burning thought — tonight, he would strike against the Red Frog Sect.Kirana Dewi had been by his side the entire time, silently watching him meditate. She neither spoke nor moved much, only offering her quiet presence as if her stillness itself were a form of encouragement.“You shouldn’t rush things,” she said softly when Arga finally stood. “Do as I told you before — wait until chaos breaks out inside the sect. When confusion reigns, that will be your perfect moment to act. Everything will become much easier then.”Arga’s lips curled into a half-smile.“You’re more ruthless than I imagined, Kirana. I didn’t even think of using that supply depot the way you suggested,” he said with a hint of admiration.“I told you already,” she replied, standing to help him with h