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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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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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The hills and peaks shook. Rocks trembled. Bushes were uprooted and trees bent to the ground. Wiro Sableng’s whirlwind strike had shattered the powerful gale unleashed from Bladra Wikuyana’s blue staff. Yet, even so, Wiro was still struck by the gust of the opponent’s blow, making his body stagger for a moment! Bladra Wikuyana’s eyes bulged in disbelief. That strike had used nearly a third of his inner strength. He had been certain that if it didn’t kill the youth, it would at least leave him…
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Wiro only felt the rush of wind coming from behind. Instinctively, he stepped forward, twisted to the side, and ducked! The long machete of Bergola Wungu whooshed just a span and a half above his head, sending his shaggy hair flying! "Coward! Attacking from behind in a group ambush!" Wiro Sableng roared. Both of his hands darted forward to seize the enemy’s weapon. But just as he was about to grab the machete, a dozen staff tips whooshed in, targeting both of his arms. "Damn!" cursed the 212…
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“Ho ho ho... Where do you think you're going?!” Bladra Wikuyana roared. “I told you already—once you step into this place, you'll leave your life behind!” Wiro Sableng didn’t respond. If there were ten evil men as powerful as this Bladra Wikuyana in the world, surely the earth would descend into chaos. As the foe lunged again, Wiro met the assault with his signature technique—Fortress Tornado Sweeping the Ocean. For a moment, the blows from Bladra’s staff were parried. Wiro seized…
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