19 Results with the "Comedy" genre
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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 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…-
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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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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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“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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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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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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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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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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