The Sword Of The Fire Dragon

Sarwana Takes Action

Darmawisesa swiftly drew his sword to parry the attack.

Boom!

A deafening explosion echoed through the forest. As a result, the trees around the battlefield swayed violently, and leaves began to fall like rain. The pressure from the clash swept away dried leaves, scattering them far and wide.

The warriors within the forest were startled by the thunderous sound that reached their ears. Expressions of curiosity painted their faces without exception.

Meanwhile, Sarwana, perched high on a tree, could only growl in irritation. The forest near the Panguripan Ravine had become a battleground for warriors fighting over a sacred sword he had never even heard of.

If it were true that the sword was hidden in the forest or the Panguripan Ravine, as the ruler of this domain, he surely would have known about it.

The force of Kelana Jati's attack pushed Darmawisesa back several steps. Fortunately, he managed to regain his balance and stood tall once more.

A smirk crept across his face as he noticed Kelana Jati's breathing becoming labored. It dawned on him that his old foe's physical strength had begun to wane.

"Hahaha... Age doesn't lie, Kelana Jati! Your fiery spirit may drive your desire for the Flame Dragon Sword, but you must remember that your body is no longer what it used to be. You are old now, and soon, your life will be snuffed out. So, I offer you a choice: surrender and admit defeat, and we can search for the sword together!"

"Don’t be too sure of what you see, Darma! I guarantee you’ll regret underestimating me!" retorted Kelana Jati.

The seasoned warrior was eager to end the fight quickly. He utilized his mastery of agility to evade Darmawisesa's attacks while simultaneously mounting a counter-offensive.

His punches and kicks cornered Darmawisesa in no time. Several of his strikes landed squarely on the Red Falcon Warrior's body. Blood trickled from the corner of Darmawisesa's mouth, but he paid it no mind. To him, honor was worth more than life itself.

While still under pressure, Darmawisesa suddenly spun his sword and slashed at the back of Kelana Jati's head, which was wide open. Confident that his attack would hit its mark, he was stunned when Kelana Jati blocked it.

The old warrior’s tiger-head-carved staff stood firm in defense. Darmawisesa, wearing his signature bamboo hat, rubbed his eyes in disbelief. He was certain he could have killed Kelana Jati with that surprise strike.

"He's incredibly fast!"

Kelana Jati chuckled at Darmawisesa's astonishment. "Why are you so surprised, Red Falcon Warrior? Now, show me the full extent of your sword skills!" he exclaimed, spinning his staff counterclockwise.

"You’ve yet to see my true strength, Kelana Jati!"

Darmawisesa gradually shook off his shock. Spinning his sword, he drew it back slightly. He was preparing to showcase his signature technique—the Predator Falcon Sword Style.

With a firm step forward, Darmawisesa lunged at Kelana Jati, who was equally prepared to meet his attack.

The clash resumed with renewed intensity. The sound of metal clashing reverberated through the forest. The warriors who had arrived at the scene chose not to interfere. They stood silently, observing from a distance.

Kelana Jati was startled when the sword he blocked suddenly bent, its tip nearly piercing his eye. Thankfully, he pulled his head back in time to avoid the unexpected strike.

"So, he has a new technique," Kelana Jati muttered.

He leaped back, tossing his staff into the air. An extraordinary phenomenon occurred—the staff began moving on its own, relentlessly attacking Darmawisesa as if guided by an unseen force.

“Damn! What kind of sorcery is this?” Darmawisesa cursed inwardly. His hands ached from parrying the ceaseless strikes of the flying staff.

Kelana Jati smiled, satisfied with how his staff's movements left Darmawisesa scrambling.

“Did you think only you could learn new techniques, Darma? Now, prove that your youthful strength can defeat my aged body!” Kelana Jati shouted arrogantly, as if his victory was assured.

Darmawisesa had no choice but to dodge and parry the flying staff's attacks. He was confident that controlling the staff from a distance required significant inner strength. All he needed to do was endure until Kelana Jati's energy depleted.

Unexpectedly, the staff returned to its owner without being summoned. This puzzled Kelana Jati, as he was sure he had not recalled it.

Darmawisesa, on the other hand, assumed that Kelana Jati's energy had weakened, causing the staff to return.

Before he could mock the old warrior, both of them suddenly felt an overwhelming energy press down on them. Kelana Jati also sensed it. Now, he understood that the staff's return was due to this immense energy.

Both warriors focused their inner strength to resist the pressure and prevent their hearts from giving out.

Their eyes widened in shock when they saw a massive ape, the size of a human, standing between them.

Unconsciously, they both swallowed hard multiple times. From the energy emanating from the ape's body, they were certain that Sarwana was no ordinary creature.

The warriors watching the fight from afar were just as stunned by the appearance of the giant ape.

“Are you trying to wreak havoc and destroy this forest?” Sarwana’s deep voice rumbled.

The two rival warriors were taken aback. They could hardly believe that the massive ape, radiating such powerful energy, could speak.

Neither uttered a word, further enraging Sarwana.

"Why are you silent!?" he roared. "If you wish to continue fighting, then fight me! But let me warn you—if you choose to battle me, there will be no chance for you to survive!"

Kelana Jati and Darmawisesa exchanged confused and hesitant glances. It seemed their fight would h

ave to be postponed once more—this time interrupted by a talking giant ape.