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The Emergence of the Black Flame
Author: X34L
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That young man is clever… he can read my attacks, Kemuning Sari muttered inwardly, disbelief flashing across his face. He had thought Arya would expect him to use the same trick as before—intending to deceive, yet ending up deceived himself. Now, he had to rethink his entire strategy.

Though Arya was also pushed back by the previous blast, his condition was far better than Kemuning Sari’s. The young man managed to dig his heels into the ground, leaving deep marks as he stopped his sliding momentum.

Arya stood tall, his sharp eyes fixed on Kemuning Sari’s body sprawled among the fallen trees. Around him, the forest lay in ruins—splintered trunks and scorched earth showing the ferocity of their duel.

The effeminate warrior, once known as Jaka , coughed and spat a mouthful of fresh blood. He forced himself to stand and channeled his inner energy to ease the pain coursing through his body.

Rage twisted his features. In the next instant, he drew the sacred sword he had yet to use.

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