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“If you’re going to help,” Wisnumurti snapped, “then help. We don’t need spectators!”

Even in the middle of the fight, Pratiwi managed a quick glance at the man.

Whoever he was, anyone who could make an entrance like that had to be a master on Wisnumurti’s level.

The man atop the pavilion rose to his feet.

With astonishing ease, he leaped impossibly high, almost as though he were deliberately throwing himself to the ground. A body-length above the earth, his right arm thrust forward, all five f
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  • Toward the Sun   Sixty One

    Morning broke over Mount Wijil under strange circumstances.Dozens of men moved back and forth, carrying water in wooden buckets and clay jars. They worked to put out the fires that were still burning in several places. Around them, women and children searched through the wreckage, salvaging whatever might still be saved from the remains of their homes.The entire central area of Mount Wijil had been leveled.Everyone would have to start rebuilding from scratch.Only the Sun Sword School buildings higher up the mountain were still standing. But they would never have their leader with them again. They would have to find a new leader within the next few days.The problem was that no one among them possessed anything close to the ability and competence of the late Ki Lembu Narawara.The sun had only just emerged above the treetops along the eastern horizon at the far end of the valley when Wisnumurti left the men still busy putting out the fires.His hands were covered in soot. He had ju

  • Toward the Sun   Sixty

    Almost simultaneously, Tanpa Aran, Suwung Saketi, and Remak charged forward, pincer-attacking Tandapati from three directions at once. A blood-reeking blade sliced clean toward his neck, but the sickening crunch that followed didn't come from a severed throat.Tanpa Aran’s eyes bulged. His bamboo hat suddenly felt like a runaway jet, yanking him violently off balance. He flipped in midair, his grip slipping from his sword. The moment his head dropped inverted, Tandapati’s knee drove flush into his chest. The force sent the young man flying, his hat exploding into splinters. As he plummeted backward over the cliff's edge, a shock of long, silver-white hair whipped wildly in the wind before he vanished into the dark abyss.Spotting an opening between Tandapati’s spread legs, Suwung Saketi ducked low and drove inside. His fist felt as dense as red-hot forged steel as he unleashed his signature strike—a blow bearing his very own name. Demonic entity or not, Tandapati had to have a weak sp

  • Toward the Sun   Fifty Nine

    Jaladri’s eyes widened in shock. Sultan Giriwangsa let out a slow, heavy breath.“What the hell have you been teaching him all these years, Kingkin? How to worship the devil?” the Sultan’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “I let you live like a king in Pasir, and you repay me by poisoning my son.”Candrakumala dropped to his knees immediately, prostrating himself in complete submission. Tumenggung Mertalaya didn't budge—he just offered a faint, ruthless smirk.“Forgive me, Your Highness. But right now, my loyalty belongs to the safety of this state, not my old crew.”Tandapati growled, a low, guttural sound. His shadow shifted, creeping closer, closing the distance.“I gave you an order: bring Pasir under our thumb. Instead, you cut and run to satisfy your own sick desires. The Great Light has ordered me to punch your ticket straight to Hell!”Ki Demung Banar stepped out, boldly cutting right into Tandapati’s path.“You don't get to start a body count here, you cult bastard!”H

  • Toward the Sun   Fifty Eight

    And he still had trouble believing that one fact. Then there was Sultan Giriwangsa’s promise that tonight he would receive something of great importance.Jaladri had no time to think about any of it. One moment of distraction, and his own head could just as easily end up rolling across the ground.The next thought that crossed his mind was that he had not eaten since breakfast in Paranggelung. He had still felt his stomach cramp when a sword had grazed his waist, and one kick had slammed squarely into his cheek. But the moment he got back on his feet and launched a counterattack, he had forgotten all about his hunger.This was no time to think about rice!Then everything happened in a blur. Jaladri launched a kick.Pratiwi grabbed their opponent around the waist and threw him.And suddenly there was nothing there.Jaladri’s foot struck nothing but air. His target had abruptly collapsed like a freshly felled tree.Pratiwi herself went tumbling because her throwing motion met no resista

  • Toward the Sun   Fifty Seven

    Jaladri swallowed hard.What he had feared was finally happening.Accompanied by savage screams, dozens of men stormed into the front courtyard of the Gunung Wijil main compond. Some came up along the stepped path, while most simply appeared from the sides of the cliff, despite the near-vertical terrain.They rushed toward the pendapa like a flash flood.For the moment, the students of Sun Sword School and the other martial schools visiting Ki Lembu Narawara that night were still managing to hold them back.But how long could their strength and defenses possibly last when even enemies who were already dead could still be animated by dark magic?And at this point, the actual leaders and members of the two devil-worshiping groups had yet to reveal themselves.Especially the demonic man Rinjani had called Tandapati.Mount Wijil seemed to be going through the darkest hour in its history.An hour that would determine whether it survived at all.Jaladri and the elders edged backward toward

  • Toward the Sun   Fifty Six

    Ki Gede Nipir, Ki Randu Alas, and the others stood ready near the pendapa. They crowded around Ki Lembu Narawara, Ki Gagak Panolih, and Ki Demung Banar.But as it turned out, they did not need to move yet.Sultan Giriwangsa shot forward, and Tanpa Aran, who had been toying with the Sun Sword School guards, suddenly stopped.“I told you. You’ll have to get through my dead body first!”Tanpa Aran’s sword came slashing down.“With pleasure.”The two bodies collided in six rapid exchanges that made the Earth tremble.Then sand and gravel exploded beneath a series of increasingly violent blows. Pratiwi and Prince Wiratmaka stared in stunned silence.Tanpa Aran was clearly around their age, yet he could hold his own against a figure of the sultan’s stature with equal strength.If anything, he had the advantage in sheer physical power, and he was obviously trying to use it to end the fight as quickly as possible.Ki Gede Nipir was forced to admit that the young man was extraordinary. Perhaps

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