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Sudden Assault
Brojonoto let out a sharp, irritated snort as he stormed out of the Hellblade Sect compound, his steps echoing with restrained fury.Inside the grand chamber of the sect, Sastra Wijaya — the leader of Hellblade — had just risen from his seat. A rare, genuine smile lit up his face as he saw an old figure enter: his senior brother from long ago. Without hesitation, Sastra stepped forward and embraced him warmly.This man was not just another sect brother to him — Pandu had been his savior, his mentor, and the only family he’d ever known.Years ago, before the Hellblade Sect even existed, both of them had belonged to the Jagat Demon Sect, a dark martial order that was later annihilated by a warrior of the righteous path. In those days, Sastra Wijaya was a frail, bullied disciple. But Pandu had always stood up for him — often fighting other disciples to protect the young boy who had no one.The truth was, Pandu had seen a reflection of himself in Sastra Wijaya. Both were orphans abandoned
The Mad Bamboo
Like a nest of hornets stirred by a careless hand, Brojonoto’s grumbling refused to cease even after he slammed the door of his private chamber shut behind him. His round face flushed with anger as he paced the room like a caged beast.“How could the Leader send Sukraya to lead the search?” he muttered, his voice rising with every word. “A weakling like him doesn’t deserve such an order! It should have been me!”For a moment, his furious expression melted into something more sinister—a grin of malice that slowly curved his lips. A wicked glint shimmered in his moss-green eyes.“Very well, Sukraya,” he hissed under his breath. “Enjoy your little mission while it lasts. Let’s see how long you can stand before I pull the ground from under your feet.”With that thought festering in his mind, Brojonoto adjusted his robe, brushed back his greasy green hair, and marched out of his room, his mind already weaving a plan.---Meanwhile, at the front gate of the Hellfire Sword Sect, two guards s
The Order to Sweep
A long, weary sigh escaped Sastra Wijaya’s lips as the sound of the closing door faded, leaving his private chamber enveloped once more in silence.“Have my ambitions led me into this endless web of trouble?” he murmured softly, his eyes distant and heavy with thought.Indeed, ever since his fateful meeting with Sukracarya, Sastra Wijaya’s life had been burdened by the weight of regret and suspicion. He recalled that day, more than a decade ago, when he had secluded himself in a cavern to perfect his Eternal Youth Technique. In the midst of his meditation, the air had shimmered—and from the shadows emerged Sukracarya, whose very presence felt like a living curse upon the world.The enigmatic sage had offered him something no mortal could easily refuse—power and influence, on the condition that Sastra Wijaya lend his strength to Prince Kalasekti’s quest for dominion over the mortal realm.As a master of the dark path, Sastra Wijaya had always sought strength, but never rule. He had no
Failure
King Wirabhumi, Rengga, and Indrajaya could hardly believe what they had just heard from Arya, the youngest son of King Dharmalaksana.“You mustn’t act recklessly,” Rengga warned, his tone filled with urgency. “That place is swarming with masters of the highest martial realms!”Indrajaya quickly added, “He’s right, Prince. Even if we intend to rescue Wiguna, we’ll need a meticulous plan first.”He walked over to a long wooden table, taking a piece of dried parchment and a quill before sitting back down. With sharp precision, he began sketching the layout of the Hell Sword Sect. His eyes would occasionally close as he strained to recall every detail of that dreadful place.“The sect is surrounded by tall, thick walls,” he explained, circling several points on the parchment. “There are watchtowers stationed on these positions—each constantly guarded.”Then his quill moved to the far end of the map. “The prison is located here, at the very rear. It’s the most heavily guarded area of the
Bad News from Indrajaya
Rengga ruled the hall like a king upon a blood-soaked stage. Every motion of his body carried dominance; every breath was an unspoken declaration that he was the master of this battle. He knew exactly how to break his opponent—not merely through strength, but by crushing the man’s spirit until despair was the only thing left breathing inside him.“How do you expect to kill me,” Rengga taunted, his tone sharp as his strikes, “when your skill is not even greater than that of a woman?”The word woman wasn’t meant as scorn—it was a deliberate reminder. He spoke of Ratnasari, Arya’s wife, the only woman in the martial world known to have reached the early Earth Warrior stage.The elder’s face burned with humiliation. His teeth clenched so tightly that veins bulged along his neck. Yet, what could he do? He couldn’t even touch his opponent, let alone wound him. To land a single strike on Rengga felt as impossible as finding a diamond at the bottom of a river of mud.“Damn you!” the old man s
Rengga’s Duel
Rengga did not flinch though he stood alone against three seasoned elders. It was not mere confidence in his own skill that steadied him—anyone could measure his prowess and see it superior on paper—but something harder and rawer: a will honed by grief and the cold iron of vengeance for the villagers whose throats had been cut and whose breath had already gone to the world of the dead. That anger insulated him against fear.“Master Indra, attend to the courtyard,” Rengga said without hesitation, voice low and resolved. “Leave these three to me.”Indrajaya bowed once and, without further debate, slipped from the hall. He trusted Rengga; trust born of years spent in blood and oath. The golden staff Rengga had taken up—no mere relic but a weapon steeped in fearsome power—gave Indrajaya even more cause to leave the killing to the Grand Commander. The staff’s presence altered the scale of the contest; Rengga’s advantage was not only in flesh and technique but in the quiet, humming might of
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