22 Results with the "Wuxia" genre
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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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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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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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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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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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