28 Results with the "Wuxia" genre
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In those days, the Kingdom of Pajajaran had yet to stretch its power widely across West Java. Relations with the Sultanate of Banten along the northern coast remained cordial; no disputes had yet arisen. Under the rule of Prabu Kamandaka, the realm prospered in peace, and its people lived in abundance. But in this world, there are always those of rotten heart—men who cannot bear to see others happy, who choke on another’s fortune, who gnash their teeth at another’s power and hunger to seize it for…-
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“Aha… so it turns out to be a lovely young lady! No wonder you were too shy to show yourself!” Wiro Sableng laughed broadly. One glance at the purple robes and he immediately recognized her as the disciple of the Old Drunken Immortal. “Beautiful girl, why have you been tailing me all the way from the hillside to that cliff of death?” he asked. Anggini, the purple-clad maiden, said nothing. Her face flushed red, caught between embarrassment and annoyance. Wiro laughed again. “Perhaps…
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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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Chapter 2: The Old Man
They both pulled their horses to a stop before an old man who was pulling weeds in the yard. Without dismounting, Kalingundil barked harshly, "Is this Ranaweleng’s house?!" The old man slowly standing, it was clear that his body was short and hunched. He tilted his head up and pushed back the bamboo hat that covered his brow to see who had spoken to him. He didn’t answer right away, instead casting a glance at Saksoko, who sat atop his horse to Kalingundil’s right. “Stupid old fool!”…-
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“Untara…” the young man muttered under his breath. He asked nothing more, but an odd sensation stirred in his chest. He had once fought beside his comrades against Pajang soldiers led by none other than Untara himself. How he had admired that mighty warrior from afar! And now, that very man stood before him. His heart trembled. Yet still, he had to fight. With his three companions by his side, surely they could fell even such a revered man. Untara understood well: his foes meant to kill him and…
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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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