22 Results with the "Wuxia" 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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Chapter 4: A Visit To Ki Tanu
Suddenly, they halted. A rustle in the underbrush caught their ears. Sedayu’s already shrinking courage nearly vanished. In a trembling whisper, he asked, "Brother, did you hear something?" Untara nodded. But he could not act. His body was too weak. All he could do was surrender himself to the mercy of fate. Then Untara lifted his head. "That’s no human step," he murmured. "Nor a prowling beast. Did you hear it? A horse neighing?" "Yes," Sedayu breathed. Untara whistled, sharp and clear.…-
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Mahesa Birawa—also known as Suranyali—snapped his eyes open from his shallow sleep the moment he heard the pounding of horse hooves entering the courtyard. He rose swiftly and strode to the front door. His wide-open eyes now bulged in shock. He leapt down to the ground. “What happened to you two?!” he bellowed. The question was almost a roar. The two horses came to a stop. The riders, Kalingundil and Saksoko, dismounted slowly. Their bodies were full of blood. Both of their faces were deathly…
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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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