15 Results with the "Fantasy" 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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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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From afar, the sound of clashing steel and furious shouts echoed through the night. Wiro Sableng quickened his steps. When he reached the dimly lit courtyard of the large house, he saw that it had transformed into a chaotic battlefield. Six men, paired off, clashed in fierce and frenzied combat. At the top of the house steps stood Nilamsuri, her blue robe fluttering gently. Below her, arms crossed and gaze steady, stood a tall, lean man. Though Wiro had never seen him before, he knew instantly—this…
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As the Four Bearded Devils of Goa Sanggreng vanished into the distance, Wiro Sableng wasted no time. With a light tap, he released the energy seal on Nilamsuri’s vital point. The girl blinked, her gaze darting around in confusion as if she'd just awakened from a long dream. Yet, the signs of a fierce battle still lingered around her—the broken branches, the hoof prints, the disturbed earth. “What happened?” she asked, eyes wide in disbelief. Wiro chuckled lightly. “Nothing at…
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Though he was a newly emerged warrior in the world of martial arts, Wiro Sableng was no stranger to the intensity of a battle. Seventeen years of training under Sinto Gendeng had honed him in more than just martial skill—each session had been a deadly trial that could have ended his life had he faltered. So when the three savage attacks came flying toward him, Wiro didn’t panic. In a flash, he seized Nilamsuri by the waist, dropped low to the ground, and with a thunderous yell, slammed his fist into…
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Realizing that continuing the search was futile, Nilamsuri finally decided to return swiftly to the cemetery. In truth, she had already met the one who had saved her when she was attacked by Bergola Wungu and his lackeys. But Nilamsuri had no idea at all that the strange young man she encountered was the same person who had come to her rescue. And that person was none other than Wiro Sableng—the long-haired youth who had just descended from the mountain. His manner and behavior were so eccentric that…
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