2025-01-08 11:32:40"You will know the answer once you are able to maximize the power within your body, Arya. For now, stop asking questions. I can feel there is a lot of energy gathering in the forest over there!"
Arya frowned. "So, you know about Sarwana, the Monkey King who rules this ravine? Is that the energy you're talking about?" "I don't really know him, but I did see him earlier when I brought you food. He possesses quite a bit of power, in my opinion. But if we measure it by human standards, that monkey's power is already quite high," Hydra replied, then took another step forward. Arya was still very curious about Hydra’s answer, which didn’t address any of his questions. "Whose energy is in the forest? Why aren’t you answering me?" "If you want to know the answer, you must first unite your soul with the Sword of the Fire Dragon. If not, then one of them will possess it. Now, get on my back!" Although still curious about the unanswered questions, Arya finally jumped onto Hydra's back. He trusted that the great Dragon wouldn’t lie to him. Once Arya was on its back, Hydra flapped both wings, and its massive body began to rise. The gusts of wind from the flapping wings sent dust swirling into the air. The first experience of being over 10 meters above the ground made Arya a little nervous. But with the belief that his body would be fine even if he fell from that height, he grew even more excited. "Show me your speed, Hydra!" he shouted. "Hold on tight!" Hydra called back. A distance of 250 meters wasn't far, and in less than two seconds, Hydra landed right next to the Sword of the Fire Dragon still embedded in the stone. Arya’s hair was tousled by the intense wind. His soul seemed to leave his body when Hydra demonstrated its flying abilities. The handsome young man jumped down from Hydra's back, a height of about 5 meters, the dragon’s body stretching 18 meters from head to tail. His knees trembled as though they might give way. "What’s wrong?" Hydra looked curious. "Why didn’t you tell me it would be that fast?" Arya's voice trembled. "Didn’t you ask me to show my flying abilities?" Hydra chuckled at Arya's reaction. Arya didn’t answer. He was still trying to steady his rapidly beating heart, which felt like a drum being pounded relentlessly. "Once you’ve calmed down, quickly drip your blood on the hilt of the Sword of the Sky Dragon!" Hydra’s voice suddenly changed, and Arya quickly shifted his gaze. He no longer saw the large dragon he had ridden but a young man of his own age. "Who are you?" Arya asked, surprised, taking two steps back. "It’s me, idiot! Do you think I can't change my form into a human?" Hydra, now in human form, looked frustrated. "Why didn’t you say so, you damn dragon! You almost made my heart stop!" Arya was just as frustrated. "Enough, don’t talk about it. Quickly drip your blood on the hilt of the Sword of the Sky Dragon!" Hydra commanded. Arya nodded and walked toward the Sword of the Sky Dragon. He looked down and picked up a small stone, sharp enough to prick the tip of his finger. In one quick cut, blood seeped out of the tip of Arya's slightly opened finger. He then dripped his blood onto the hilt of the Sword of the Fire Dragon, as instructed by Hydra. For several seconds, there was no change or movement from the ancient sword. This puzzled Hydra. "This is strange," he muttered softly. Arya stayed silent, as he didn’t know what process would follow after his blood was dripped onto the sword. "Wait here! I’ll go inside," Hydra said before darting into the blade of the Sword of the Sky Dragon. It wasn’t long before Hydra reappeared. His expression was weary and lackluster. "What happened? What’s inside?" Arya asked, puzzled. "The Sword of the Fire Dragon rejected your blood, Arya," Hydra answered softly. "Well, that’s a relief," Arya replied nonchalantly. Hydra stared at Arya sharply. "What do you mean by that?" "Well… if I had that sword, I'd surely be hunted by warriors who wanted to possess it. Not to mention the heavy responsibility I’d have to bear," Arya explained. "So, you want the sword to fall into the wrong hands?" Hydra asked, frustration creeping into his thoughts. "That’s not it! It just means there could be others who are worthy of possessing it," Arya retorted. Hydra shook his head slowly. "You don’t know what will happen if this sword falls into the hands of someone with a corrupt soul, Arya." "Can’t the sword just reject them like it did my blood?" "Because your body contains two opposing souls. Good and evil. If the evil one is dominant, then it will be all evil; if good, all good. But the problem is, everyone coming into that forest right now has a corrupted soul. They are all aiming to possess the sword to dominate the martial world," Hydra explained. Arya stroked his head thoughtfully, pondering why Hydra’s words sounded so similar to what Sarwana had said about good and evil. "And finding someone who isn’t ambitious to possess the sword, like you, I think will be very difficult, maybe even impossible. Especially someone with your level of power," Hydra continued. "Alright, then what should we do? Hasn’t it already rejected me?" "Wait a moment!" Hydra darted into the sword again, and this time, he stayed inside for quite a while. Meanwhile, in the forest, the warriors who had heard Sarwana’s threat to destroy anyone who dared to venture deeper into the forest grew uneasy and eventually joined forces. If that giant monkey was still alive, their ambition to possess the Sword of the Fire Dragon and dominate the martial world would be severely hindered. The only way was to eliminate the monkey first. As for the other warriors, they thought they would fight and kill each other if they managed to kill the monkey, who they assumed was the forest’s guardian. What they didn’t know was that the forest contained rare resources sought by every martial artist wishing to enhance their skills — the Tundra Moss. If they knew this, the Panguripan Ravine would surely be far from peaceful. In addition to Kelana Jati and Darmawisesa, five other warriors with similar abilities to theirs were also present. If they attacked one by one, they would certainly be easily defeated. Instead of fearing the seven warriors who had surrounded him, Sarwana just smiled widely. There was no fear in the mind of the ruler of the Panguripan Ravine.
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Seeking Clues
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Mass Murder
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Robbery
The sound of horses' hooves pounding the ground was clearly heard leaving dust flying billowing thickly. The leader who was left behind grinned widely imagining the great results of his men's work.The village that was the target of their barbarity this time was a strategic and crowded area. Newcomers came and went alternately every time. Some small and large inns were always filled, especially in the harvest seasons.It was not without reason that the village named Sukamakmur was crowded, its position flanked by two large dukedoms and located in the middle of a vast forest was the cause. From one dukedom to another could take two days and two nights of travel, and Sukamakmur village was always the destination to stay overnight rather than being caught in the forest at night.As soon as they entered the village gate, the situation looked very deserted and completely quiet. There was no activity at all that could be captured by the eyes of each member of the robber gang.Apparently the
Curiosity
Dharmawangsa was amazed by Jalu's body endurance that was able to withstand the effects of Nyi Saraswati's poison. Although he did not know exactly what kind of poison was in Jalu's body, he could already estimate how much power and strength the poison had. He saw it from Jalu's pale face, as well as the emergence of some green veins on the handsome young man's face.Not wanting Jalu to struggle alone against the poison that nested in his body, Dharmawangsa tried to channel his energy to help remove the poison. But what happened made him even frown."Impossible! There must be something wrong."Dharmawangsa was curious, because it turned out that Jalu's body rejected the energy he channeled, and that clearly made it difficult for him to think clearly. How could the body of the young warrior who had stirred up the martial world not want to receive the flow of his energy.It was not Dharmawangsa's name if he gave up just like that. For the second time he channeled his energy again into J
Adverse Impact II
Dharmawangsa's face turned red burning with emotion. If it was himself who was insulted it might not be a problem, but if it was his teacher who was insulted, then the person who insulted him was obliged to be killed. Not excluding Ageng Wicaksono."That mouth of yours cannot be allowed to remain intact Ageng Wicaksono! Now it's my turn to attack you bastard!" Dharmawangsa moved quickly attacking Ageng Wicaksono after speaking. The silver sword in his hand looked to release a bright white light that dazzled the eyes. That could be understood considering that the Silver sword he was using had qualified quality."How could it be?" Ageng Wicaksono was captivated by the brightness of the light that came out of the Silver sword. Because all this time he had never known about the original privilege of the sword that had made him a traitor. Even Dharmawangsa and his teacher had never shown it to him."Damn!"As a result of being captivated by the privilege of the Silver sword, Ageng Wicakson
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