The Dragon's Palm Institute appears to be an ordinary school, but it harbors a great mystery unknown to the residents of Black Mist Village. For the villagers, the presence of this school provides a sense of security for those, who are just ordinary people. Moreover, the leader of the school is very kind-hearted, helping others without regard to status or wealth.Bagaskara, the leader of this institute, is very skilled at hiding his identity. The villagers only know him as the Dragon Warrior, who will protect Black Mist Village with his martial arts skills. No one knows that he is also involved with the Black Dragon’s freedom.Initially, Bagaskara was influenced a bit by Asmawati’s magic to fulfill all her desires in serving the Black Dragon as her leader. However, over time, Bagaskara greatly enjoyed this side activity, turning him into a more wicked person than Asmawati due to his overwhelming desire for power.All the students of this institute have been affected by Asmawati's magi
Days passed, and before anyone realized, it had been two weeks since the warrior tournament began. Due to the large number of participants from across the continent, the tournament was still in the preliminary rounds. Many warriors who lost in the tournament had already returned to their respective regions, all in good health without any lack. If the claims that their chi powers were taken by the Black Dragon organization were true, they would surely be weak and powerless due to the loss of energy.Throughout the two weeks of the tournament, Candaka had not missed a single day. However, he had not witnessed any unusual events that could reinforce his belief that the tournament was merely a ploy by Bagaskara to dominate the warriors. He also did not see the appearances of Bagaskara, Asmawati, or the Thin-Faced Man, whom he had seen in his dreams. In fact, Candaka just remembered that he hadn’t seen Isyana at all during these two weeks. “Where is this girl? This is her home, after all.
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