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The Sword Of The Fire Dragon Darsono's Die
Fear and shame mixed into one, preventing Darsono from thinking clearly. The tall, burly man then stood up and drew his sword."Hahaha... Even if you use your sword to fight me, it will mean nothing! Your life will still be taken in an instant!" Ratnasari sneered. Her fingers tensed, forming claws ready to tear Darsono's body apart.Ignoring Ratnasari's taunts, Darsono lunged forward and swung his sword with all his might. His focus was no longer on satisfying his lust but on killing the beautiful girl. He had been utterly humiliated in front of the inn's guests.A faint sound of air splitting accompanied the swing of his large sword."Die!" he shouted loudly.Darsono was confident that his attack could not possibly be blocked by the unarmed Ratnasari.And he was right. Ratnasari could not possibly stop the fast-approaching sword with her bare hands, but she easily dodged the attack by leaping to the side.Then, she dashed forward, aiming her claws at Darsono’s unprotected neck.Howev
The Sword Of The Fire Dragon Second Round Tournament
Without them realizing it, the public's enthusiasm for watching the tournament grew after hearing rumors that a female participant had a beautiful face and an alluring figure. This was proven by the large crowd of spectators cramming around Stage Four, where Ratnasari was competing.Stage Three was no less crowded, but most of the audience consisted of young women in their adolescence. They had gathered after hearing whispers about a participant who was exceptionally handsome. To verify the rumors, they willingly squeezed in among the other spectators.Estimating that they still had about two hours before the tournament resumed, Arya and Aji visited their favorite small food stall to fill their stomachs. The elderly woman who owned the stall beamed with joy upon seeing them arrive, her smile widening as if she had just received an unexpected windfall.Without asking, she hurriedly prepared their favorite meals.It didn’t take long for her experienced hands to finish cooking for her tw
The Sword Of The Fire Dragon Arya vs Sutawijaya
Arya smirked. "What's the point of taking a stance if you're going to lose anyway?""Bastard! Don't blame me if you die today. I've had enough of your insults, boy!" Sutawijaya shouted before lunging forward with an opening attack.A punch, reinforced with inner strength, shot forward at great speed, aiming straight for Arya's face. The middle-aged man was confident that the young man would not be able to dodge his swift and powerful attack.But his certainty was gravely mistaken. The handsome young man did not dodge at all. Instead, he met his opponent's attack head-on, choosing to clash fists.Sutawijaya was shocked and could not believe the boldness of his opponent. But his disbelief was soon replaced by another realization—his body was pushed back several steps due to the impact of their clash."Impossible!" he gasped. He couldn't hide the astonishment on his face when he saw that the young man hadn't even budged.The spectators below were equally shocked, including King Wijaya Ku
The Sword Of The Fire Dragon King Wijaya Kusuma's Invitation
"It's useless for you to use that rusty staff, Uncle! You'd better surrender before embarrassing yourself even more," Arya offered."Surrendering is not in my mind, you bastard! You will feel how hard my iron staff is!" Sutajaya retorted.Arya let out a heavy sigh. It seemed he really had to use force to defeat the man.Before Sutajaya could move forward to launch an attack, Arya shot forward with incredible speed, aiming a punch at his opponent's chest. Although Sutajaya's iron staff was still spinning rapidly, Arya's punch managed to break through and sent the middle-aged man flying off the stage.For a moment, the audience fell into a stunned silence. They were still in shock at what had just happened. To ordinary spectators or warriors with low-level martial skills, Arya's movement was completely invisible. All they saw was Sutajaya suddenly being thrown off the stage, while Arya stood exactly where Sutajaya had been standing.King Wijaya Kusuma was equally astonished. However, wh
The Sword Of The Fire Dragon Ratnasari vs Gondosuli
On the fourth stage, Ratnasari was battling against a representative from the Sacred Machet sect—a stocky, slightly short warrior named Gondosuli. A machete hung at his waist.The man grinned, his eyes lingering on Ratnasari’s curves, which were undeniably captivating to the male spectators. As a normal man, Gondosuli was naturally drawn to the beautiful woman with an alluring figure standing before him.The host’s voice echoed with enthusiasm when he called Ratnasari’s name, a stark contrast to his previous announcements. His excitement doubled, knowing that the only female participant in this tournament was an exceptionally beautiful young woman.Whistles from the audience and other participants rang out in unison, never ceasing. Most of them were practically drooling over the stunning girl. Their Adam’s apples bobbed as they imagined her voluptuous body wrapped in slightly tight clothing.Gondosuli licked his lips from end to end, openly displaying his desire for her. "We don’t act
The Sword Of The Fire Dragon Short Training
Ratnasari jumped lightly off the stage, accompanied by applause and cheers from the audience. She then walked toward Arya, who smiled as he admired her beauty."Good thing your opponent didn’t notice your weakness," Arya whispered in Ratnasari’s ear. "It seems like you’ve forgotten what I once taught you."The beautiful girl furrowed her brows. "If I may ask, where is my weakness?""I'll show you the gaps in your defense later at the inn when we have time," Arya replied. The handsome young man then approached the announcer, who had yet to step onto the stage to continue his duties."Uncle, do I have another match scheduled for today?"The announcer unrolled the dried parchment he held. After a moment, he shook his head. "Your match is scheduled for tomorrow, young warrior. Today, there are still a few other matches before the third round begins.""Alright then. Thank you for the information, sir." Arya gave a slight smile before leaving the announcer."My match is tomorrow. For now, l
The Sword Of The Fire Dragon The Confrontation at the Palace Gate
Upon reaching the palace gate, Arya and Ratnasari were halted by the guards on duty."Halt, you two! What business do you have at the palace?" one of the guards asked, his expression fierce and unwelcoming."We have been invited by His Majesty the King to meet him this evening, Sir," Arya replied."You received an invitation from His Majesty?" The guard seemed doubtful of Arya's words."Hahaha... your delusions are impressive. How could the King possibly invite someone like you? Even if His Majesty had invited you, we would have been informed beforehand," another guard scoffed, his tone full of disdain.Arya and Ratnasari exchanged glances, confused by the situation. If they had truly been invited by King Wanajaya, someone should have been sent to escort them inside.Doubt began creeping into Arya’s mind. He started suspecting that the soldier who had given him the invitation had only intended to humiliate him."You again!" a sudden, sharp voice rang out from behind.Arya and Ratnasar
The Sword Of The Fire Dragon The Relief of Prince Purbaya
Rega walked quickly to catch up with Arya and Ratnasari. But after only ten steps, he stopped and turned back. "Wait for your heavy punishment, all of you!"The head soldier ran swiftly, chasing after Arya and Ratnasari, who had already disappeared from sight."You have to bear that punishment alone, Pranata! We refuse to suffer the consequences of your arrogance!" said one of the soldiers."That's right, we were only following procedure when questioning guests. But you suddenly appeared and insulted that young man," added another soldier.Pranata was speechless. He could only imagine the punishment that awaited him.Rega quickened his pace when he saw Arya and Ratnasari walking ahead. He ignored the curious stares of a few townspeople as he passed."Warrior, please stop!" Rega shouted.Arya turned around and halted his steps when he saw the soldier who had invited him the day before.Panting, Rega stopped right in front of Arya and Ratnasari. He steadied his breath before speaking, "
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A Heartwarming Reunion
Arya stood frozen, stunned to see Princess Laras sobbing as she embraced him. His broad chest, covered by his clothing, was wet with the tears flowing from the corners of the princess’s beautiful eyes, whose beauty rivaled that of Ratnasari.If Ratnasari hadn’t been beside him, he would have surely returned the embrace to comfort her.However, something unexpected happened. Ratnasari stepped forward and stopped directly in front of the two of them, whose bodies were close together. She placed her hands over Arya’s and wrapped them around Princess Laras's back.Arya gazed into the eyes of his beloved. There was a look of wonder and a silent question in his mind that needed an answer.Responding to the confusion reflected in Arya’s eyes, Ratnasari smiled and nodded.Now Arya realized that King Wijaya Kusuma’s words, about Ratnasari being willing to share her heart with Princess Laras, were true. Even so, he felt the need to ask wh
The End of the Battle
Reso was irritated by the question asked by Prawiro. To him, such a foolish question should not have been directed at him. Especially considering Prawiro’s status as one of the elders of the Red Snake Sect, he should have been able to think more broadly and wisely."Do you want to die in vain without fighting back? It's clear that young man won’t let us go, and you’re still asking what we should do?" Reso retorted.Prawiro was offended by Reso’s words. He stood up, no longer willing to help his friend to his feet. He glared at Arya for a moment, steadying his breath.Reso was puzzled by Prawiro’s attitude. He had been patient with Prawiro’s sometimes childish behavior. Like now, for example. It was clear Prawiro was sulking due to the harshness of his words.Unexpectedly, Prawiro lunged to attack Arya. The red staff in his hand spun rapidly before he thrust it forcefully toward Arya’s neck."Don’t be rash, Prawiro!" Reso shouted
Attempt at Peace
The two old men couldn’t hide their shock. As elders of a black sect based in the Sastrajingga Kingdom, they couldn’t detect the nature of the energy emitted by the young man. Normally, just by sensing the pressure alone, they would have been able to tell.Realizing the danger that could easily cost them their lives, Reso took the initiative to make peace with the handsome young man."Wait, Warrior… We’ve never had any conflict before. So I hope this fight ends here."Monk Red Venom was surprised by what his comrade said. He didn’t expect the one known as the Serpent King Warrior to surrender so easily.Reso hadn’t exactly said the word “surrender,” but by offering to end the fight, it was essentially the same thing."About my men—I’ll order them to withdraw, Warrior," Reso added."What are you doing, Reso? Why are you giving up so easily?" Monk Red Venom growled in frustration."Do you want us to die in vain, Prawi
The King Serpent Warrior’s Aid
Arya merely shifted his body slightly, allowing the red beam to shoot past just a few inches in front of him. As he dodged, a smile spread across his face—mocking, almost taunting his opponent’s attempt."Don’t you have anything faster than that?" Arya sneered."You arrogant brat! That was only the beginning!" shouted Monk Red Venom.The old man in all-red attire leaped forward, raising his staff high before swinging it down, aiming straight for Arya’s head."Die!"Blaaar!Monk Red Venom grunted in frustration. The powerful strike he launched missed completely, striking only the sandy ground and sending a thick cloud of dust into the air. His vision was quickly obscured, leaving him unable to see where his opponent had gone.Fortunately, the strong mountain wind soon dispersed the dust cloud. When visibility returned, the old man saw that the young warrior was no longer in front of him."Don’t you run
Monk Red Venom
The beautiful girl narrowed her eyes, gazing up at the mountain. With her heightened sense of hearing still sharp, Ratnasari tried to locate the source of the battle."Arya, there's a fight. The sound is coming from up there!" Her slender index finger pointed to a spot."If you train your senses often enough, you can hear even the slightest sound without needing deep focus. You can even sense someone's suppressed energy, though the limit is usually only if their inner strength is no more than one level above yours," Arya explained."Really? But didn’t you once say we can’t sense the energy of someone whose level is above ours?" Ratnasari asked."That was my old thinking. But during my disappearance, I learned many new things, some quite different from the usual beliefs of most warriors," Arya replied. His gaze returned to the spot Ratnasari had pointed out earlier."We’d better go check it out up there," he added."Hmm.
The Sound of Battle
"Forgive me, but I can't believe you've stepped down, My Lord. To me, you are still the Grand Commander—an irreplaceable war leader. I have seen firsthand how you organize the troops, both in offense and defense," said Nara.Arya raised an eyebrow. "Were you part of the archery unit?""Yes, My Lord. I was among the archers led by Lord Rengga when we attacked the enemy in a valley flanked by hills," the soldier replied."Sit down first. I’ll explain everything. To be honest, I don't like being treated like that," Arya said."I'm sorry, My Lord, but I wouldn’t dare. It's not my place to sit at the same level as you." The soldier kept his gaze lowered, fearfully.Arya looked displeased at the refusal. "That’s an order! Sit next to me—now!" he said firmly.Overcome with fear, the four men quickly rose and sat down in the guard post.The atmosphere shifted drastically. Previously, Karso and the others had spoken to
Suspicion
Watini's imagination soared into the air. As a village girl who had never set foot outside her hometown, she imagined that all the young men in the capital city must be just as handsome as the guest currently in her village.She tried to suppress the rush of blood that surged when she saw Arya. Deep down, she knew her place and felt she had no chance competing against Ratnasari, whose beauty was above average."Come on, Ratna," urged Watini. Staying there any longer would only stir her youthful emotions further and torment her imagination, she thought.Ratnasari nodded and walked alongside Watini toward her house.“Is that girl your lover? Oh, and what’s your name, young man?”“My name is Arya, Uncle.”“And the girl?” the man asked again.“She is indeed my lover. We’re planning to visit some relatives in Sastrajingga, the royal capital,” Arya answered with a made-up story.“I see. You two make a very fine couple—handsome and beautiful,” the man said with a warm smile. “My name is Kars
The Last Tribute
Rengga could only nod slowly. He knew very well who Arya was and what his nature was like. The young man had never once put himself first before thinking about others. In his heart, Rengga promised to keep the message the young man had given him. To prioritize the interests of the people over his own personal interests. As the afternoon approached, Arya and Ratnasari bid farewell to King Wijaya Kusuma, Prime minister Bayu Aji, Rengga, and all the officials present in the palace hall. The departure of the pair of warriors who had been consecrated as the great heroes of the Jaya Buana kingdom left sadness for everyone who knew and understood their exploits. Unexpectedly for Arya and Ratnasari, their departure plans leaked out and spread throughout every corner of Capital. Since noon, almost all the residents of Capital had gathered in a row along the road from in front of the palace to outside the gate. They w
Divine Will
A huge question immediately popped into Arya's mind. "What could the Jaya Buana ruler possibly want in my room at this late hour? Is it something so important that he had to come see me?" "Why are you so surprised to see me? May I come in?" King Wijaya Kusuma asked, his smile radiating strong friendship. The question startled Arya, who was still frozen in shock at the sudden arrival of King Wijaya Kusuma. "Oh, uh... Please, Your Majesty. Consider it your own home," the young man replied, opening his room door wide. King Wijaya Kusuma chuckled softly. "How could you possibly tell me to consider your palace my home?" "Oh, yes..." Arya became even more awkward and flustered at the small mistake he had made. King Wijaya Kusuma walked into the room and chose a chair to sit on. After closing the room door, Arya walked towards the king. As he was facing a king, Arya stood with his head bowed. "Hahaha
