Candaka, who decided to thoroughly investigate the meaning of his dream, had to face Moghul, the giant warrior who seemed very strong. Candaka's initial intention to defeat him made him rethink because it appeared that Moghul not only wanted to defeat him but also wanted to kill him in the match due to feeling belittled by him."If there are no further questions, the match will soon begin," the match official stated while moving to the edge of the arena."Hey, scrawny youth! I give you one more chance to kneel and beg for my forgiveness. If not, don't blame my iron-spiked ball if it hits your body hard enough to leave no trace!" Moghul shouted again.Candaka responded with a smile. "Sorry, my friend, but please teach me the art of hitting your body," he said, making Moghul even angrier.Moghul began to swing his iron ball chain effortlessly towards Candaka. The young man took a stance he learned from Ki Nagaswera, shifting one foot back. "Please, my friend," he said.The iron ball eas
Candaka lay sprawled on the arena floor, his body heavy and unresponsive. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to rise; the impact of Moghul's blow had left him completely incapacitated. The giant had used only half of his strength to strike Candaka’s chest, yet it felt as if he had been struck by a mountain. I underestimated the other warriors. I must learn humility and absorb their teachings, Candaka thought, a mix of regret and determination swirling within him.As he lay there, he noticed several officials entering the arena, preparing to carry him away on a stretcher to a treatment room that Moghul ominously referred to as a "special room." Why did that giant hit me so hard? Is it possible he wants me conscious while they siphon my chi? The thought gnawed at him like a hungry rat.With every jolt as they transported him, Candaka felt a flicker of anxiety grows within him. The cold, sterile atmosphere of the hallway offered no comfort. After being placed on the bed in the secluded room,
Candaka felt an icy chill pierce through him as he approached Isyana. The girl he once knew—helpful and cheerful—now stood before him, draped in a flowing black garment that accentuated her eerie demeanor. “What happened to Isyana? Why has she changed so drastically since the last time I saw her?” Candaka wondered, anxiety tightening his chest.“Isyana…” Candaka said, his voice barely above a whisper, shocked by her transformation. The girl—once a beacon of warmth—was now silent, her expression as cold as the winter night. Her piercing gaze felt like a knife, sending a shiver down Candaka’s spine. He could hardly comprehend the oppressive chill that seemed to emanate from her. “Why do I feel so cold? I was fine before entering this room. Could it be connected to Isyana?” Candaka’s mind raced, grappling with confusion over her distant demeanor.After two weeks apart, he had expected at least a smile or a greeting, but she only stood there, eyes fixed on him with a predatory intensity,
Black Mist Village is a village located at the foot of the Three Fingers Mountains. Its beautiful and cool nature makes anyone feel at home and will never want to leave this village if they have passed or entered it. When it's bright, this village is very soothing to the eye with its people who are friendly welcoming every newcomer who stops by this village without the slightest suspicion.This mountain is called Three Fingers because according to this story it is the Three Fingers left over from the last Giant who ever lived at his time who was defeated by the Dragon Warrior at that time and was frozen with the strongest style, namely the Soul Freezing Dragon Style.Long ago, this village lived many very dangerous creatures. Apart from giants as tall as mountains, in this village there also live a herd of beautiful fairies, as well as exotic creatures that have become extinct because they were defeated by one of the martial arts institute at that time who considered these creatures t
Early in the morning when the sun began to come out of hiding on the eastern horizon, a young man appeared to enter the Black Mist Village. This young man was ordinary, even too thin for his age but he looked cheerful walking into the village wearing only worn-out shoes. This young man who looks in tatters but always smiles brightly is called Candaka.Candaka stopped at a food stall in the village. "Hello friends, I'm looking for my uncle named Syailendra. Does anyone know where he lives?” he asked all the villagers.All the residents smiled at him but no one answered his question. They returned to their respective activities.Candaka then sat in a corner ordering food. "Beautiful, what's the special menu here," he asked the waiter who offered food.“Dragon Soup, my dear,” answered the beautiful maid as she poured tea into Candaka's empty cup"Yes, I ordered dragon soup," he continuedCandaka looked around him. His attention was drawn to a middle-aged man who was sitting alone enjoyin
The villagers only know that this strange and blind man is the protector of the village from the interference of newcomer bandits who extort the villagers. Not many know that this blind man is an unrivaled Swordsman of his time. The man who is now called Ki Wicaksono is the last generation of Dragon Warriors. With the title attached to him, he could actually claim the throne of the kingdom of Kamandaria, but he preferred to protect the Black Mist Village and stay in this village. After leaving Candaka, Ki Wicaksono continued his journey to the end of the village near the mountains. It looked like he was just walking normally but he quickly entered the forest behind the end of the village. This demonstrated his incredible body lightening skills.Slowly the sun began to set leaving the darkness that enveloped the forest. Ki Wicaksono arrived at a unique house that combines the concept of a house with trees."Grandfather wherever, luckily arrived quickly. It's already dark," said a beau
Candaka was just now feeling the softness of the mattress at the inn when suddenly the door to his room was kicked open with a bang. “Braaakkk!”There were dozens of people approaching him. "Where's your friend's old grandfather?" asked one of the bouncers while clutching Candaka's clothes.Candaka trembled a little seeing the many bouncers surrounding him. "I don't know, I'm a newcomer to this village!"Before they had time to inquire further, suddenly there was a sound of shouting from outside the room door accompanied by several people who seemed to fly as if someone had kicked or thrown them."How dare you gang up on men who don't know anything...!!!" shouted the woman while appearing in front of dozens of bouncers who were in the room.Haven't had time to blink, everything fell in an instant. "Tell your boss, okay, don't mess around here ... You've never been slashed with a sword, have you?" threatened the woman while brandishing her sword, which shone with a sharp shine."Yes, P
Candaka woke up early in the morning with a shock because yesterday's swordsman was somehow already in his room. "Come on, hurry up, I want to show you something interesting," Isyana said in an indifferent tone and didn't care about Candaka's state, who was still nodding off."What's wrong with waking people up so early, besides it's really impolite for you to just walk into my room," Candaka exclaimed angrily.He didn't understand this woman. Her face is pretty but her behavior is reckless and she doesn't care about other people's feelings at all.“See, look down. It's really crowded, isn't it?" Isyana pointed from the balcony of the inn to the street below which was filled with martial arts parades.“It's the people from the Dragon Palm Institute. You should learn a little self-defense at that university so you don't shake like yesterday, hahaha!” laughed Isyana without feeling that Candaka was offended by his words.“Who is shaking. I can also do some martial arts. My mother often