2025-05-13 19:15:19Meanwhile, after successfully slaying the demon in a long battle, Li Jie hurriedly left the devastated inner part of the forest. He thought it best to leave as soon as possible to prevent any chance of his divine energy being detected by other demons.
Once out of the forest, Li Jie quickly changed his clothes and pushed his horse into a fast gallop. He hoped to find the nearest village or at least a place to spend the night.
However, as day faded into night, Li Jie found no village where he could stay. He was forced to stop at a small hut, the kind usually used by farmers for shelter or rest.
He had just shut his eyes when the clashing sound of metal rang out. Li Jie opened his eyes and tried to listen more carefully to the sounds reaching his ears. Soon, shouting voices echoed clearly through the quiet night.
"Why is there a fight going on at a time like this?" he muttered, frowning deep
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“At last, we meet again on this very stage, Wojo,” the tall, broad-shouldered man declared, his voice brimming with fury. “This time, I’ll avenge the humiliation you gave me before!”Wojo chuckled, his tone dripping with mockery. “Cipto... Back then, I didn’t even fight seriously — and you still lost. Even after all your training, you’ll never be strong enough to defeat me.” His smirk only deepened the hatred burning in Cipto’s eyes.“You bastard! I’ll kill you today!” Cipto snarled, his rage exploding. In a single breath, he lunged forward, his long arms and legs slicing through the air in a relentless assault.From his seat near the crowd, Aji watched closely, his calm eyes reading every movement, every flaw. He wasn’t just a spectator — he was studying them, gauging their strength. After all, one of them could very well become his opponent later in the tournament.“The tall one,” Aji murmured softly, his tone measured, “won’t last much longer.”Ratih, standing beside him, heard his
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With nothing more than a simple nod, both men answered the question. The announcer, visibly relieved, exhaled deeply before stepping down from the stage. Beneath the platform, a loud, broad-shouldered man — the gambling bookie — began shouting to the crowd, his voice echoing across the arena as he tried to lure spectators into placing their bets. He waved his hands frantically, doing everything he could to make the opening match of the tournament as thrilling and profitable as possible. "One against two! One against two!" he cried out, his tone sharp and desperate to draw attention. When no one seemed interested, the bookie raised his offer again, his voice rising with enthusiasm, “One against three! Come on, one against three!” That finally stirred the crowd. One by one, people began to step forward and place their wagers. Most of them chose Sapto as the likely winner, while only two brave souls placed their bets on Aji. One of them was Ratih, who used the remaining coins Aji ha
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After that, he lay down and closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the dreams impatiently swirling in the depths of his subconscious.The crow of a rooster pierced the dawn, welcoming the morning sun and stirring Aji from his sleep. The man rose and stepped out of his room, heading toward the small river behind the inn.The cold, clear water tempted the strong, handsome man to dive in and linger, but he restrained himself—he was eager to witness the upcoming martial arts tournament.Without wasting time, Aji left the river and walked to the small eatery he had visited the previous night to have breakfast.Meanwhile, near the tournament stage, a crowd of participants had already gathered, lining up to register for the competition.Among them, Ratih stood out. Not only because she was the only woman participating, but her beauty drew every eye—especially those of the less honorable men.Several of them glanced shamelessly at her
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Aji frowned slightly as he noticed the confusion on the beautiful girl’s face. The handsome young man asked softly,“Is something wrong? Do you need any help?”The girl glanced at Aji for a brief moment, then lowered her head. She was afraid—afraid that if she accepted his help, he might demand something in return. Worse still, she feared he might expect her to repay his kindness with her body.A shiver ran down her spine. Yet she couldn’t ignore the embarrassment of her situation. Not being able to pay for the food she had already eaten was mortifying.“Why are you so quiet?” Aji asked again. “Is there something I can do for you?”At last, the girl decided to accept the handsome stranger’s offer. At least she could deal with this small humiliation first. If her worst fears came true, she would fight back—even if it cost her life.After taking a deep breath, she finally answered, “My money pouch is gone. Someone must have st
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Winarto’s vision flickered, his sight growing hazy. He could feel it—his life was slipping away, inch by inch.The faces of his countless victims—those he had robbed, assaulted, and murdered—began to dance before his eyes, mocking him in a cruel parade of memories.Moments later, Winarto collapsed to the ground, his body limp, life draining from him completely.Aji stood in silence, staring at the bodies strewn across the place. Then, without a word, he stepped into Winarto’s residence, gathering whatever valuables he could find—mostly coins and jewelry small enough to carry.One by one, he dragged the corpses of the bandits inside and piled them together. When he was done, he set fire to the hideout—a place that had once been his own den of survival, back when he was still one of them.From a distance, Aji sat beneath a massive tree, his weary back against the trunk. His eyes reflected the flames that devoured the wooden structure until nothing remained but ash and smoke that rose in
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With such force in Aji’s inner power that the gate splintered and crashed with a thunderous roar.Winarto, having only just stepped out of his residence, was furious—especially when he saw Aji standing there, staring at him with a cold, hard gaze.“You’re still alive, you stinking bastard! I swear no one will save you today!” Winarto snarled.Behind him, forty of his men already gripped their weapons, ready to strike. They waited only for Winarto’s order to tear Aji to pieces.“You’re overconfident, Winarto. I won’t let anyone here leave alive,” Aji hissed. Quietly, he channeled his inner power into his hands.“Bastard! Cut him up!” Winarto barked, issuing the command to his men.Forty of Winarto’s thugs surged forward together. The whine of their blades split the air as their attacks aimed for empty space.Aji moved with calm precision, evading every strike as if he had anticipated each one. There was not a trace of panic on the muscular, handsome man’s face.“Argh!”One by one, Wina
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