The Sword Of The Fire Dragon

Sarwana's Golden Staff

"People like you are not worthy of being allowed to live!" he threatened. His sharp fangs could be seen protruding from the corners of his mouth.

Sarwana's attack, executed with great speed, forced one of the attackers to retreat as they were pushed back. At the same time, he added energy to make his movements even faster.

"This filthy monkey's speed keeps increasing," muttered one of them. The fear creeping into his chest was growing stronger.

Sarwana moved toward another person and attacked again with incredible speed. Just as his close-range strike was about to land, Kelana Jati’s staff flew through the air and struck his arm, redirecting the attack.

"Grrrrrghhh!" Sarwana hissed, glaring at Kelana Jati, who had attacked from a distance.

Just as he was about to retaliate against Kelana Jati, three more warriors moved together, launching an attack.

Three different weapons were launched at Sarwana, forcing him to dodge quickly. However, a sword strike suddenly appeared from behind, aiming for his head. Sarwana quickly parried it with his hand.

The clash of the two energies resulted in a powerful explosion. The attacker from behind was knocked back and rolled on the ground, while Sarwana didn’t budge at all from where he stood.

"If you hadn’t attacked together, I would have already defeated you," Sarwana sneered.

The six other warriors could only stare wide-eyed, amazed at how strong the big monkey’s hand was in deflecting a sword. They hadn’t expected the thick fur to be immune to weapons.

"You don’t need to be so surprised! This fur of mine cannot be pierced by lowly weapons like yours!" Sarwana once again tried to provoke the warriors.

Ignoring Sarwana’s attempts to stir up their emotions, the six warriors moved together, launching a series of fast and deadly attacks. They weren’t sure if the thick monkey fur would always be invulnerable to their weapons.

One sword strike landed directly on Sarwana’s back while he was busy dodging four other attacks.

The big monkey was pushed forward a few steps. Although he wasn’t injured at all, thanks to his thick fur protecting his body, he could still feel the impact from the blow.

"Calm down, everyone. I’m sure he can still be hurt!" yelled the man who had landed the sword strike on Sarwana's back. "We just need to keep attacking!"

Sarwana smiled upon hearing this, "If you think you can pierce this fur of mine, then do it! But before you touch me again, I’ll be the one to take your lives first!"

The fur-covered body of Sarwana, colored brown, was suddenly enveloped in a golden aura. In the blink of an eye, a golden staff appeared in his hand.

"Fine, if you’re forcing me to go further!" he said, exuding an intimidating aura.

The seven warriors, now gathered again, stared in awe at the golden aura emanating from Sarwana’s body. Not to mention the golden staff, which radiated such immense energy that it pressed down on all of their bodies.

Of the seven warriors, Kelana Jati, the oldest among them, was intrigued by the golden staff in Sarwana’s hand. His curiosity wasn’t about wanting to possess it, but he had heard of a golden staff once owned by the leader or king of the monkey people, who once resided in the Hua Kuo Mountains in China.

From the stories he had heard, the strength of the Monkey King was so great that even the Celestial Palace, inhabited by powerful gods, couldn’t withstand his rampage. Eventually, the Buddha had to intervene directly.

"Could it be that this staff was passed down to him?" he thought to himself. (Does anyone know who Kelana Jati is referring to?)

Not wanting to assume too much, Kelana Jati ordered the other six warriors to unleash their ultimate techniques.

Without hesitation, the seven of them attacked again. The battle became intense in an instant. The attacks from the seven warriors did indeed force Sarwana into a corner, but their strikes still couldn’t pierce the thick fur of the great monkey who ruled the Panguripan valley.

Let alone touch Sarwana’s thick fur, even their weapons couldn’t penetrate the golden aura shield surrounding him.

The power of the seven warriors increased, and they kept trying to overpower Sarwana. But all of their efforts seemed futile, and they were only wasting their inner energy.

Each weapon that touched Sarwana’s golden aura shield resulted in a loud explosion, and this repeated clash only drew more warriors to the scene.

"I’m done playing with you!" Sarwana shouted loudly.

The great monkey then withdrew half of his energy, creating an explosion of power from within his body.

The seven warriors were sent flying backwards, forced to leap away to avoid the pressure of the energy radiating from Sarwana’s body. No matter how far they retreated, the pressure from Sarwana’s energy burst still couldn’t be avoided.

In the end, they had to use their inner energy to withstand the immense force pressing against them.

The explosion of energy from Sarwana was also felt by Hydra, who was inside the Fire Dragon Sword. Coincidentally, the negotiation to have the sword accept Arya’s blood had been approved, with one condition.

Hydra hurriedly left the Fire Dragon Sword to meet Arya.

"Quickly, drip your blood again. There’s a major battle happening in the forest!"

"Is it Sarwana...?" Arya asked, curious.

"From the energy I feel, it seems so," Hydra replied without hesitation.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Arya squeezed more blood from his body and dripped it onto the Fire Dragon Sword’s hilt.

The sword, with its reddish blade, suddenly emitted a bright light. The energy released was immense.

"Hurry, pull it out and wrap it with your clothes!" ordered Hydra.

Without hesitation, Arya drew the Fire Dragon Sword, which was firmly embedded in a rock. His body immediately trembled violently the moment he pulled out the powerful sword.

"Aaaaakhhh!"

Arya screamed as loud as he could. He struggled to endure the overwhelming power entering his body. Luckily, the pain only lasted a few seconds. If it had lasted any longer, he wasn’t sure he could have borne it.

Hydra looked at Arya, smiling faintly. He was now certain he had made the right choice. Anyone who could withstand the power released by the Fire Dragon Sword was no ordinary human, he thought. In history, no human had ever been able to endure the strength from the Dragon Realm.

Suddenly, he remembered the energy explosion he had just felt. "Arya, get on my back!"