The Arkana: The Demon Hunters
Firing Fire Fist

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Wibowo's fingers rang as he stared at Suratno while giving a soft grin. Slowly he laughed crisply.

"What's so funny?" ask Suratno.

Bowo pointed at Manta with his thumb without turning his head. "The volunteer must be both. Is he that strong?"

"I alone was enough to kill him" Suratno replied.

"Let's cave tell you, om. Manta always wins against the cave. Now we're one on one, let your friends play together small cave. Like you lost the same cave, it means you're more defeated than the person who is now just sitting behind the cave."

Suratno glanced towards Mahari. Rather than two young men and one child, he was more wary of one adult. However, Mahari looks just silent and sits watching. So currently the puppeteer can still breathe a sigh of relief.

Feeling noticed by his enemy, Mahari smiled at the mastermind and waved his hand.

"Casual, man. This is a test for the three of them" said Mahari. "I'm not following along."

On the other hand, the movement of the red-clad demon made Yasa unceasingly mutter. Magic disguised in sinden tones sung by the devil collides with Yasa's mantras.

"Amurwabumi, mercury kula. Damarwulan, ameng kurmati. Wisnumurti, kang. Aji amukti, amukti kula."

He chanted a protection spell with full concentration. A bluish-white atma shield grew stronger around his body, becoming a fortress that fought the waves of magic disguised in the sinden tones of a red-clad demon.

That demonic song, although it sounded faint and disturbing, but it no longer had the same penetrating power as before. Yasa's atma shield reflected the magic, inhibiting the penetration into his soul. Although the strange vibrations in Yasa's eardrum remained, he felt he could control himself in this fight.

The pesinden sped up the tempo of his singing, trying to reduce the strength of the atma shield protecting Yasa. Although the durability of the shield began to erode, Yasa did not panic. With a sharp gaze, he focused the atma on his fused index and middle fingers and pointed it at the demon. When the red-clad pesinden adjusts the tempo of his nose to the change in his atma shield, Yasa takes a deep breath with his eyes closed.

In the Kanigara family, there is a term for a destructive spell called Garjita. Garjita itself has five levels in which each spell has a power of destruction and different risks.

"Roh kelam, titiang ngalahin olih cahya. The power of nature, ngulurangin adharma. Titiang pateh, put on meat. Dados titiang nenten ngalingi dewa malaibang."

Slowly Yasa opened his eyes. In an instant, he unleashed the number two destruction spell belonging to the Kanigara family.

A silvery blue light radiated from Yasa's fingertips, forming a line of energy that pierced towards the demon. The Atma fired by Yasa had different properties from the shield he used. The attack contained a positive force that questioned the origin of the demonic darkness itself.

The red-clad demon bounced backwards, falling in a weakened state. He was about to rise, but a flash of light cut him into two halves.

"Eh?" he mumbled with a surprised face. His eyes stared at Manta who had just unleashed one of the Bengisura abilities.

"Please break even" said Manta in a flat tone. The turn interrupts the creature's fight.

The pesinden disappeared into a black smoke plume that melted with the night wind. Suratno was only able to see the defeat of his co-workers just like that. He wanted to help, but he couldn't. Bowo restrains the puppeteer's movements.

With the red-clad demon having lost, the focus of the fight turned to the heavier fight between Suratno and Wibowo. Although Suratno was holding a magic kris, Wibowo, with his high physical strength and ability to use a deadly atma, managed to pin it into a corner of the courtyard.

"Come, where was his confidence, om?" ask Bowo.

"Fuck shit!" An angry Suratno launched another attack.

Every attack from Suratno was avoided by Wibowo using boxing techniques. He considers the stab of the keris as a straight blow from other boxers. Although the keris exuded an extremely dark killing aura, the atma Bowo possessed seemed to give it an edge in spiritual combat. Suratno struggled to keep up with his opponent's strength, but his skills with weapons seemed to be less effective in the face of the pure power of a Wibowo Mahasura.

Bowo not only relied on his physical strength, but also incorporated atma into each of his attacks. Every punch and kick he landed on Suratno exerted a terrifying effect, shaking the middle-aged man and destroying his balance. Bowo narrowed the chances for the demonic puppet master to make a move.

The fist clad in black atma hit Bowo and spewed blood. The attack from Suratno damaged the physical defense and atma possessed by his opponent. Wibowo was pushed back, and his superiority was slowly eroded. In one decisive moment, Suratno successfully landed an attack on Bowo and launched another attack blindly. Now he takes the momentum and strikes back.

At one point, Bowo almost lost consciousness, but a burning unyielding spirit made Bowo bounce back and fend off one Suratno attack.

"The cave has one person who has been the ambition of the cave all this time. The cave thought to chase him and stood in front of him. Now that person is here, squirming this fight. So the cave cannot lose. Gua tau cave is not a talented person like him, but the cave also wants him to realize that the strongest human talent is unyielding!" bowo.

Although tired, Bowo did not let himself stop. He focused his mind, remembering everything he had been through all this time. With his speed, physical strength, and atma skills, Bowo launched counterattacks on Suratno.

Bowo's attacks hit his opponent with insane destruction, breaking Suratno's defenses and reflexes. The spirit and unyielding combined in a harmonious movement, creating an unfathomable series of attacks. Suratno was forced to change his defense strategy, but the pressure from Bowo's attacks continued to increase.

"Gua will never lose again to anyone!" shout Bowo.

Things turn back. Bowo's strength and spirit increasingly took the stage. Although he was tired and had fallen, his determination as strong as steel gave his own energy to continue to rise and fight.

With an agile gesture Bowo managed to bring the fight to the point of *******. The bald man outwitted Suratno with a pseudo-attack, then collected the burning atma in his fist.

"Mulud fire tips."

Bowo unleashed a blow lodged in the heart of Suratno. The punch sent a stinging heat on the opponent and struck his soul. Suratno spewed black blood from his mouth, then sprawled on the ground unconscious.

The sound of applause made Bowo's smile turn into laughter. The limped Manta embraced the bald man, propping him up to stay standing.

"Don't jatoh, you'll

so not cool," said Manta.

"What's a cool cave?" ask Bowo.

Manta smile. "Little."

In the midst of victory, suddenly three people in black parka jacket entered the courtyard of Suratno's house. It seemed that Mahari was not afraid, it was likely that it was not the enemy. Thought the three young men.

"Good job, Mahari," said one of the men who smoked.

Mahari smiles. "The rest I leave to you, Inspector Dendi."

"You must gather and also bear witness to the crime of Suratno. We must punish the black magicians who harm others. There will be no law that can touch them if we just keep quiet."

"Okay, okay."

Inspector Dendi and subordanyna took Suratno away. After that, Yasa cast a spell on the souls of the Sindens who were detained by Suratno in order to return to their bodies. Three of them survived, while the other had lost her body, she was the wife of Suratno who was made into a collision by her own husband.

"Manta!" Mayang stood in front of the gate of the mastermind's house with a breath of breath.

Bowo smiled and patted Manta on the shoulder, then walked away. Mahari and Yasa walk away following Bowo, leaving Manta with Mayang.

The girl ran towards Manta while crying. "Thank you, thank you very much, Ta. Mirna told me about what happened just now. Thank you for nolongin Mirna."

"A little bit," replied Manta. He pointed at his comrades who were walking away. "A lot of simpen for them" he continued with a smile.