16 Results with the "Comedy" genre
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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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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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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.…-
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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…-
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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 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 10: Monkey and Bananas
The tavern was rather large, but at that hour, only a few patrons were present. Wiro Sableng swallowed his saliva. He didn’t have much money, but his stomach burned with hunger, and his throat was dry. Finally, unable to resist, he stepped inside. He sat down in one corner. The chairs and tables were coated in dust, but Wiro, the long-haired youth, made himself comfortable without a care in the world. A gray-haired old man shuffled over—it was the owner of the tavern. “Looking to eat, young…-
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Who were the four men in black, all with scruffy beards and savage eyes? They called themselves The Four Bearded Fiends of Sanggreng Cave, led by none other than Bergola Wungu. These weren’t ordinary travelers. They were a notorious gang of marauders whose name struck terror all along the Cimandilu River, known for their brutality. Once upon a time, Bergola Wungu was the son of an honorable man. But his father was slain in cold blood by Kalingundil—the infamous bandit lord who ruled over Jatiwalu…
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She was still crouched, plucking the weeds that grew stubbornly across the grave. The rustling thunder of hooves behind her was ignored—she thought it was nothing more than the usual riders passing along the lonely cemetery path. But her graceful hands froze when a sharp, mocking voice rang out behind her. “Ha ha ha… So this is the daughter of that bastard Kalingundil?!” The sixteen-year-old girl, kneeling before the gravestone, turned her head. Behind her stood four horsemen in a row,…
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Vengeful hatred, when laced with the bestial urges of lust, could unleash horrors beyond reckoning. Nilamsuri's condition had reached its limits. Her strength was nearly drained. Four pairs of hands clawed at her body, sprawled helplessly atop a weathered grave. “Hahaha! Let the bones of your mother witness the justice of karma!” laughed Bergola Wungu. Nilamsuri struck with her knee as he moved atop her, but the blow, weak as it was, had no effect on the burly bearded bandit. “Bastard! Just…
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