The Arkana: The Demon Hunters
Devil Dursasana

After Darto unleashed his army of evil spirits, a faint buzzing sounded in Bowo's ears. The man stopped his bike and looked back.

"Holly***, man," he said as he watched the dense black clouds from the city center and slowly spread. However, Bowo knew that it was not a cloud of dark clouds, but rather hundreds of evil spirits.

As fast as the wind, the evil spirits spread all over Surakarta. Bowo immediately took the phone out of his jacket pocket.

"North is not safe" Mahari said in his chat.

"East too" replied Manta.

"South the same," replied Yasa.

Bowo typing. "Western equals."

The bald man stared towards the center of the black clouds. "Who would have guessed, it turned out that the bastard was not hiding at the border."

When he was cool to complain, from the back was seen the silhouette of five large creatures who were walking towards Bowo.

After the distance between them began to erode, it was clear that the five creatures were the horde of Genderuwo.

Bowo got off the bike and put on his silver martial arts gloves. The glove was made using pure silver, then forged with yellow bamboo and coarse salt. It is quite effective against evil spirits.

Bowo looked sharply at the horde. One Genderuwo looks different. If the four were only large in stature with black fur and red eyes, then the other one had long fangs and horns. He looks like his leader.

"That can pass only handsome people," said Bowo as he stepped into the middle of a lonely road.

"Kill this one," said Genderuwo's leader to four of his subordinates.

Bowo grinned. With an outpouring of spirit he ran and struck down the enemies before him.

It did not take long for Wibowo to finish off the five creatures. He took a breath after making them all puff into a puff of black smoke, then tried to rest for a moment. Because, although impressed to win easily, but the fight was quite draining.

In the middle of his break, Bowo reflexively turned his head towards the East. The young man's eyes twitched as he sensed a thick killing intent being shot swiftly towards him. Sweat began to wash over his body due to fear.

'What kind of horrible aura is this damn thing?!' Her thought.

Bowo fought his fear and started to move. With quick reflexes he rolled to the right.

DUAAAR!!!

His instincts this time were not wrong. If it's too late to dodge, maybe Bowo is already a dust grain now. The place on the beach was destroyed by the fall of something, but Bowo did not know what it was because the thick dust kept his view blocked. But one thing is certain. Inside the dust, there was something terrible because at this time all over Bowo's body was goosebumps.

The dust slowly dissipated from the night wind, showing the crouching boy grinning towards him densely with a murderous aura that could no longer be hidden.

"Yo, Arkana" said the boy.

Bowo. "Who are you really?"

"Me?" He laughed out loud at Bowo's question. "I am the representation of fear, I am the symbol of horror, I am the bearer of destruction, I am what you call death, I am the strongest demon you have ever met. Introduce, Mr. Arkana. I'm Dursasana."

Bowo gulped. Never mind moving, to just breathe was difficult.

"A-what are all the evil spirits i-this is u-are you?" bowo asked stammered as his lips trembled.

"Oh them?" Dursasana looked back. "No, it was my partner" he replied.

Hearing the word 'colleagues' made Bowo stop trembling. His facial expression changed. Santi's words flashed in his head. For a moment, Bowo recalled the gloomy face of Mahari when he saw the wanted poster of his former best friend.

"What is this man named Yudha Kiranata?" bowo asked in a firm voice.

Dursasana whistling. "Unfortunately not him."

"Not really." Dursasana. "Wait, how do you know the names of my colleagues?"

No response from Bowo. The man spread his legs, put up a fighting horse.

"Hoooo ... Your fear is gone, huh?" Dursasana stood up. "Not many people can stand before me. Congratulations, you deserve to kill."

With Dursasana's menacing presence and deadly aura, Bowo prepares for the hardest fight of his life. He knew that this time he would face an enemy far more powerful and dangerous than ever before. The atma-coated fist that used to be his flagship weapon now feels almost useless against a threat as big as Dursasana. However, it is not Bowo's name if it does not fight.

The bald man tightened both his fists and focused the atma. He advanced and took the first hit, trying to measure his opponent, looking for a gap to finish off Dursasana as quickly as possible considering there was not much energy left due to the fight against the previous five Genderuwo.

Only, Dursasana is not an opponent that can be underestimated like that. In an instant, the child-like demon slid forward at an unfathomable speed, dodging Bowo's punch and launching a counterattack that sent the wind rustling.

Dursasana's punch struck Bowo with tremendous force, releasing a shockwave that sent the bald man's body lifted off the ground and bounced back quite a distance.

Bowo spit blood from his mouth. The pain spread throughout his body, but he kept trying to get up. With a strong determination, Bowo got up and ran quickly towards the child-like demon, launching a series of quick and precise attacks.

However, while grinning Dursasana was able to dodge every Bowo blow with agile movements and quick reflexes.

Dursasana laughed with satisfaction, mocking Bowo's seemingly futile efforts. "You're really entertaining, Arkana. Fight as much as you want, but it's death you'll meet in the end."

Without giving Bowo a chance to respond, Dursasana swung his hand quickly, sending out a punch that contained a certain amount of magic power. The punch hit Bowo's stomach directly, making him stagger backwards and fall to the ground violently. Dursasana approached him with a definite step, an evil grin still adorning his face.

Bowo spewed blood from his mouth. However, he got back up even though his body felt heavy and limp.

"Dursasana ..," whispered Bowo with a gasp of breath. "Actually ... What is your purpose?"

"What's my goal?" Dursasana. "I want to show you how fragile you are, man. I want to see the longest fear before you humans meet a painful end."

In an almost helpless state, Bowo realizes that he may not be able to defeat Dursasana. However, the bald man was unyielding. Even though he died, at least his opponent had to go with him. With a strong determination, Bowo tried to gather the little energy left in him, preparing to give up the final resistance.

"It turns out you can't be allowed to live" Bowo said.

Dursasana. "Hooo ... Last attack, huh?" He relaxes his body. "In honor of never giving up until the last blood, I give you one chance to land your last attack."

"Don't regret it, you bastard," Bowo replied.

"Before death, tell me what's your name, man? I admit you."

Bowo grinned. He collected the atma in his right fist. "Wibowo Mahasura, remember that name well in Hell Hell Hell!"

Atma's flashing makes Dursasana whistle. He praised the man before him for being able to gather that much atma. Apparently he is no ordinary man. Dursasana grinned with her arms spread wide.

"Forward! Give me your best attack, yahahahaha man!"

Bowo combined all the atma energy he gathered and mixed the anger in his fist, creating waves of fire energy that swirled and pulsed around him.

The heat effect of Bowo's atma is able to burn the Dursasana defense layer and injure the outer skin. In addition, the energy waves emanating from Bowo's right fist also burned and temporarily eliminated Dursasana's regenerative abilities.

Dursasana continued to laugh until he made his saliva drip. "I just pulled my word! I will fight you as a last salute, Wibowo Mahasura!"

"Milk Agni!" Bowo unleashes his strongest attack as well as his last before collapsing.

"Black Moss!" On the other hand, Dursasana struck a punch with a dark aura and created a gripping dark atmosphere.

Bowo and Dursasana's fists clashed against each other, making the flames and darkness devour each other. When the Nyala Agni punch was unleashed, the surge of fire energy propagated rapidly towards the Dursasana fist. As soon as this punch hit the demon, the fire energy wave unleashed a huge explosion that created a blazing hot and bright glow.

Dursasana's moves can affect his opponent's mentality. When there was a hint of fear in Bowo's heart, the aura of darkness created by the Black Moss was able to devour the flames from Agni's Flame. The impact of each other's fight was, the breaking of Bowo's strongest hand.

In the face of Dursasana, Wibowo Mahasura was just an ordinary human without special powers. Now the bald man was lying on the ground helpless.