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Wiro Sableng
Discover one of Indonesia’s most renowned and legendary martial arts characters in this classic series that has spawned movies, TV shows, and a devoted fanbase. Follow Wiro Sableng as he battles evil across mystical lands, wielding supernatural powers and unmatched fighting skills. A cultural phenomenon that defined Indonesian martial arts based fantasy literature.-
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In a land torn by war and betrayal, a silent fire burns beneath the forested hills…
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Chapter 9: The Mark of 212
"Why are you so surprised?" asked the old crone, Sinto Gendeng. "Are you scared?" "Eyang… you're going to injure me again?" Wiro asked cautiously, body tense and ready. But the old woman only let out another shrill, manic laugh and stepped back seven paces. "Close your eyes, Wiro!" she commanded. "But… what are you going to do—" "Eeek! You little monkey! I said close your eyes, not ask questions! Now do it!" Wiro reluctantly obeyed. His eyelids lowered, but not tightly…-
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Chapter 8: The Phantom Duel
The man who had appeared was indeed the Hawk of Jalatunda. The youth cursed relentlessly as he finally caught up to Agung Sedayu’s horse—only to find it riderless. “Damn it!” he growled. “Where are you hiding, you slippery rabbit?” With eyes burning with fury, he spun his horse around. In his calculation, Sedayu could not have gone far—surely, he was still lurking nearby. As the Hawk retraced his steps, his heart pounded harder when he spotted a horse standing quietly in the path. A…-
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Chapter 8: The Last Lesson
But Eyang Sinto Gendeng did not strike. Instead, the grandmaster simply leapt into the guava tree and settled back onto the same branch she had perched on before. “Very good, Wiro... Very good,” she said, her face turned firmly eastward. “All these years I’ve trained you atop Mount Gede... and you did not disappoint me.” Then she laughed, long and shrill like a crazed bird at dawn. As her laughter died away, she sang once more—yes, that same eerie song that had stirred Wiro’s heart…-
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Chapter 7: Three Deadly Strikes
Sinto Gendeng, lunged forward with blinding speed. The massive double-bladed axe in her right hand slashed left and right in a frenzied motion. This was the Madwoman Swatting Flies technique. Wiro had practiced this move before with only a kris blade—and even then, the technique had proven formidable. But now, its original creator was wielding it herself, and with a weapon far more terrifying than a mere dagger. The result? Pure devastation. The axe blurred, flashing so fast it was barely visible. A…-
24.1 K • Ongoing
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Chapter 6: The Axe
For all the strange years Wiro Saksana had spent on the peak of Mount Gede with his eccentric master, never once had he heard Eyang Sinto Gendeng sing. But that day, under the sharp sky and wind-whipped silence, she sang—and the words stirred something deep within him. The tune was off-key, the voice aged and quivering, but the lyrics carved their way into Wiro’s heart like the tip of a dagger. "Seventeen years have passed," she sang. "And the mountaintop remains the same. The sky is still blue.…-
24.1 K • Ongoing
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It was almost unbelievable. At the blistering peak of Mount Gede—a place thought to be lifeless and abandoned—echoed the peals of human laughter. Sharp, shrill bursts rang through the air, sometimes replaced by fierce scolding, then again by a wild, loud and boisterous laugh. Clearly, two people were atop the mountain that scorching noon—locked in a duel of terrifying power. A duel… of laughter? One of them was a shriveled, black-skinned old woman in all-black robes. Her skin clung to her…
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24.1 K • Ongoing
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The sun had long shifted toward the western horizon. Its blinding, scorching light had now dimmed into a reddish-golden hue, as if it could no longer resist being seized by the arrival of dusk—dusk that would soon be conquered by twilight, and twilight that would kneel before the coming of night. The path the young man tread grew increasingly difficult—winding and climbing. On both sides, white limestone cliffs loomed, unchanging in their ancient hardness. Suddenly, from atop a rocky peak to the…
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24.1 K • Ongoing
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Chapter 18: The Drunken Master
Under the blistering midday sun, a scorching wind howled across the barren plains. Dust and sand rose in thick clouds, veiling the landscape in a blinding storm. Then came an eerie whistling—shrill and wavering—floating from the hillside at the far edge of the plain. It was a strange tune, wild and tuneless, as if trying to outmatch the dry wind in madness. But just as abruptly as it started, the whistle stopped. In its place, a burst of manic laughter echoed across the hill. Standing atop the…-
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