THE LAST WARRIOR REVENGE

Fighting to the Bitter End

Arga was deeply worried about the situation he was now facing. Especially after hearing Bhirawa’s command for his friends to break his legs.

“This Bhirawa is truly cruel. Damn it! If only I could properly execute the technique Master Narada taught me, maybe I wouldn’t be this terrified facing them. Kinanti… she’s in danger…” Arga thought.

Although he wasn’t particularly close to the girl, Arga knew that Kinanti was kindhearted. More than once, she had helped him gather herbs, just like she had done today.

“Bhirawa! I’m the one you want! Let Kinanti go! She has nothing to do with this!” Arga shouted after a long silence. Bhirawa glared at him, then lunged forward to strike.

Though he wasn’t considered a great student at the Tapak Emas Sect, Arga had been part of the sect for nearly two years. He had some fighting experience, though he always lost against his opponents. Even against newcomers, he had never managed to prove himself.

But this time, because he was determined to protect Kinanti, Arga resolved to fight with everything he had. He hurled the bamboo basket from his back toward the front. Bhirawa dodged to the side, but his vision was blocked for a split second.

Arga seized the chance to rush forward and attack. Bhirawa hadn’t expected his intended prey to strike first, leaving him unguarded. He never imagined Arga would use the basket as a distraction.

Arga’s fist flew straight and landed squarely on Bhirawa’s face.

Bugh!

Bhirawa staggered back, crashing to the ground after the direct hit. Kinanti was stunned, unable to believe what she saw. Bhirawa’s five friends were equally shocked—someone they deemed worthless had managed to land a blow on the number one disciple of the Tapak Emas Sect.

“Arrrrgghhh! Damn you, Arga!” Bhirawa roared, struggling to his feet. He wiped his face, grimacing as his nearly broken nose bled profusely.

“Get him!” he ordered his five companions.

The five rushed toward Arga, who immediately assumed a defensive stance. Kinanti tried to step in, but Bhirawa quickly immobilized her with a strike to her acupoint.

“You’ll stay right here and watch that wretch lose his legs!” Bhirawa growled, yanking Kinanti’s hair.

Ahead, Arga faced five inner court disciples of the sect. Though he managed to block several strikes, he couldn’t withstand the combined assault. Eventually, a fierce kick struck his head, sending him collapsing to the ground.

The five grabbed hold of his body.

“Hold his legs tightly. As Bhirawa ordered, we’ll break them. Nobody will care about trash like you,” one of them said, channeling his inner strength into Arga’s right leg.

A moment later, the man delivered a brutal kick.

Crack!

Arga’s eyes widened in agony before he let out a scream that pierced the heavens, rolling on the ground while clutching his leg. The five burst into laughter at his misery. Kinanti, immobilized, could only weep helplessly.

“Arga…” she whispered in her heart, guilt consuming her.

Bhirawa laughed in satisfaction, striding toward Arga, who writhed in unbearable pain. His right leg bone had snapped, though still held together by flesh and muscle.

“Die, you wretched trash! Did you think you could defeat me? I’ve broken your leg, and soon Kinanti will be my slave. What can you do now?” Bhirawa sneered, kicking Arga hard in the chest.

Thud!

Arga’s body flew several steps before crashing against a fallen tree. The pain was overwhelming, but he forced himself to stay conscious, terrified that Bhirawa might harm Kinanti.

And indeed, Bhirawa returned to her, ordering his companions to stand guard. He shoved the girl to the ground and tore her white garments until her body was exposed. Kinanti said nothing, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“From now on, you belong to me, Kinanti…” Bhirawa said as he began removing his own clothes.

He prepared to violate the helpless girl. But before his vile intent could be realized, a sudden gust of strong wind swept through. Bhirawa ignored it, determined to continue.

“Beast in human form! Begone!” a thunderous voice roared.

Startled, Bhirawa turned his head just in time to be struck by an invisible wave. His body was flung into the air, spinning before crashing to the ground far from Kinanti.

Moments later, the sound of cloth fluttering in the wind was heard. A robe descended from above and gently covered Kinanti’s exposed body.

Groaning in pain, Bhirawa clutched his chest and shoulders. The mysterious wind had cut his skin as if by blades, leaving him covered in shallow wounds.

“You wicked child! Is this what I’ve taught you all this time, Bhirawa!?” a stern voice rang out as a white-haired man descended from a tree, landing five steps in front of him.

Bhirawa lifted his bloodied face and saw the furious gaze of the elder.

“Master Narada…” he whispered, paling.

“What were you planning to do to Kinanti? And that boy—how dare you harm a fellow disciple of the Golden Step Sect? Have you gone mad, Bhirawa!?” the elder scolded.

Bhirawa lowered his head, unable to meet his master’s eyes.

“From now on, you are forbidden to leave the sect for one year. You are also barred from training in the hall you’ve used freely until now. And one more thing—you must apologize to him,” Master Narada declared.

“Apologize…? Master… He’s the one who provoked me! He tried to get close to Kinanti, my beloved! What’s wrong with teaching him a lesson? He even struck me, breaking my nose…” Bhirawa protested angrily.

Master Narada smirked coldly.

“Do you think I’m unaware of everything you and your friends have done? From now on, you are no longer an inner court disciple. You will train outside in Arga’s place. As for Arga, he will take your position among the inner court.”

Bhirawa froze in disbelief.

“Damn it… Curse you, old man…” he muttered inwardly, clenching his fists.