The Arkana: The Demon Hunters
Final Examination

Bowo gulped. Although it looks bad, Dursasana is still Dursasana, this one demon is dangerous.

"Hey, you want revenge on your subordinates, right?" ask Mahari at Dursasana. "I'll give you a chance this time."

"You underestimated me?" ask Dursasana not happy.

"It turns out the devil can also be hypocritical, huh? So how's?"

Dursasana now faces three young Tantras.

"Wo, Ta, Yas, Dursasana was exhausted, he was also injured. Your condition is balanced. How's it? Dare to?"

Bowo strengthened his resolve and got up, slowly his body stopped trembling. Manta got up with Bengisura in his hand. While Yasa was walking limped to the level of his two companions, the boy was standing in the middle with an injured shoulder, but the bleeding had already stopped thanks to a healing spell. Now the three of them looked sharply at Dursasana.

"Can you hit me?" ask Manta to Bowo.

Bowo tightened his fist and put up fighting horses. "Unfortunately you can still lift your sword?"

Manta smile. He held Bengisura with two hands, then raised it to the side of the head with his legs widened. The tip of his sword pointed towards Dursasana.

"Amurwabumi, mercury kula. Damarwulan, ameng kurmati. Wisnumurti, kang. Aji amukti, amukti kula." Yasa cast a protection spell. Now the three of them were enveloped in blue-colored energy.

Dursasana took her first steps. He was moving towards them at high speed. A storm of wind and a dark aura circled his body.

"He's coming!" yasa exclaimed with his index and middle fingers attached to the front of his nose.

Manta with Bengisura in his hand also shot out like lightning towards Dursasana, producing a spark of light that cut through the air. The sword pointed directly towards Dursasana, and collided with the demon of destruction, giving birth to a burst of light that engulfed the darkness.

Dursasana's body was thrown several meters away. However, he got back up with a burning anger.

Bowo had already prepared himself, he ran towards Dursasana fiercely. The bald man moved like lightning while gathering atma in his fist, lunging at the sharp wind aura of Dursasana. When the demon had entered its attack distance, Bowo unleashed his powerful punch to hit Dursasana. The sound of bone clangs rang out loudly accompanied by waves of broken wind.

Dursasana spewed black blood from her mouth. However, the tip of his eye moved quickly glancing at Bowo and aiming his fist, replying to Bowo.

Bowo fended off Dursasana's punch, but he bounced back from holding back the demonic magic's pressure. Not a serious attack, thanks to Yasa.

The boy was still the center of their defensive power, reflecting Dursasana's attacks with his protection spell and ensuring that his two comrades could fight freely.

At one point, Yasa pointed his two strongest fingers, pointing towards Dursasana.

""The full stack, the ring of adharma. Holy light, nunasang adharma. Pateh dados titiang, defeat the evil spirit. Kanti power antuk atmane, titiang ngusir ring sami." A surge of energy shot towards Dursasana.

Dursasana opened her mouth wide, "haaa!" He shot a wave of wind from his mouth, destroying Yasa's third garjita spell.

"I admit you deserve to be killed" Dursasana said. He put both his palms together. "Nirvana sin."

It swallowed all the shadows around it and created an extremely dense area of darkness. Manta, Yasa, and Bowo seem to be trapped in different dimensions. So dark, they don't know each other's positions.

Mahari was also caught up in the nirvana of sin, but he still casually sat down, closing his eyes with a hint of snoring. At saru's point, a dream falling from a bicycle resuscitates him.

"Wassem!" pekik surprised. He looked around, but found nothing. "Nirvana sins, huh? Attractively. Now what are you guys gonna do? Here, the atma energy is locked. In other words, you cannot rely on the atma in the nirvana of sin. This is Arkana's worst prison."

Yasa remained focused on his protection spell, trying hard to defend himself from Dursasana attacks that could come from anywhere.

The boy is still able to use spells, because not all spells rely on atma. There are three types of spells. A blue spell centered on an atma, a black spell symbolizing black magic or science, and a white spell that relied on the energy of its ship's spirit.

However, the pressure from sin nirvana was getting stronger penetrating his spiritual shield . The longer you stay here, the more tired you feel, as if this darkness is absorbing its energy.

Meanwhile, Manta tries to find a loophole in the defense of sin nirvana. He swung the original Bengisura, trying to destroy the dimension Dursasana made. However, every swing Manta made seemed useless.

On the other hand, Bowo is directly facing Dursasana. He was about to come closer to attack however, every step he took towards the demon made him even more trapped in the dark nirvana of sin. He was able to feel the presence of Dursasana, but was unable to see it.

"Come over, maybe I can forgive you a little" said Dursasana.

Bowo is still fighting back. Although unable to use the atma, he still mounted horses, ready to fight relying on his physical strength alone.

"I won't lower my position in front of you even if I have to die" Bowo replied.

In the end, the furious Dursasana brought out his ultimate streak.

"Kelamy."

In an instant, dark whips appeared on Dursasana's back. With a sharp movement, the whips shot rapidly towards Bowo.

Bowo sensed danger coming from the front. He tried to avoid Dursasana's attack, but one thread of the kelamyastra whip hit his leg until it bled. Apparently the whip was sharp like a sword that had flexible motion.

"Curtain!" Bowo clucked in annoyance. "This darkness sucks, shit!"

The bald man was running in an indeterminate direction when he sensed that there was a change in the wind around him due to the friction of something. He realized that something was an impending attack.

"Did you hear me?" ask Manta monologue.

The handsome man sensed there was a change in aura around him.

"Yes, I always hear you, Darmanta Kusuma," said a hoarse voice from the front of Manta.

Manta opened his eyes, looking at a man in a white shroud who was sitting on the throne in front of a large banyan tree. He was like a pocong, but it looked even stranger because the shroud he was wearing looked ragged, displaying tendrils due to the tears. His hair was visible, with a pocong rope that he wore like an unused skull.

"This is our second meeting, Darmanta. Just get to the point. What else do you want?" ask that figure.

"Lend me more of your power, Bengisuro.***** this darkness of sin nirvana with your light," replied Manta.

Bengisura. "Honestly, not even I can devour the darkness of Dursasana with my light."

Manta's face looked disappointed. He was helpless right now and wanted to do something to save Yasa and Bowo.

"But there is one way that might work" Bengisura continued.

"What?" ask Manta.

"It's expensive." Bengisura grinned, making Manta goosebumps. He pointed at Manta. "Your soul."

"Take it." Manta smile. "Whatever the price, I'll pay for my family's life."

Bengisura figure is no longer on his throne. He was suddenly behind Manta. "You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure" replied Manta firmly.

Bengisura grinned with weirdness. He held Manta's hand from behind. At once, Manta came out from his subconscious and slowly opened his eyes. Now the man's eyeballs were pitch-black with no light. He clasped his sword with one hand straight forward, the Bengisura sword eyes pointing downwards.

"YES! A BOWO! YOU LISTEN TO THIS!" shout Manta. "I will take away the nirvana of sin! Whoever is dealing with Dursasana, hang on! After the nirvana of sin is destroyed, defeat the devil!"

After shouting a warning to his two colleagues, Manta again grinned still with the same gesture. "The same meal" he murmured. At that instant the darkness of sin nirvana was sucked by the black Bengisura sword. However, the darkness seemed to be inexhaustible even though it continued to be devoured by Bengisura.

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Bowo smiled at Manta's screams. His spirit is back up. "Dursasana, I'll finish you off with one punch!" bowo said provoking Dursasana not to move to target Manta. "You hear me, coward? Don't run!"

The dark whips of Dursasana sliced through the outer layer of Bowo's skin, but the man did not waver. He lowered his posture with his legs wide and right hand clenched beside his waist.

"The absorption of my body's energy into a powerful magic, Nagapati," Bowo said. "We can't eat atma in this place."

The small dragon-shaped birthmark on Bowo's forehead suddenly moved, spread its wings, then rapidly flattened to his right arm. Now the arm is wrapped around the dragon tattoo from the end of the elbow to the wrist. The tattoo gives off a hot smoke that makes Bowo have to withstand the heat. It was like boiling water.

"Do you think you can beat me with magic?! HAHA." HAHAHA." Dursasana laughed at Bowo's efforts. "I am the devil!"

Bowo just kept quiet not to reply to the Dursasana. In the closed eyes, he continued to focus while enduring the pain. The longer the smoke goes up. This one move requires sacrifice, considering the impact is very large. However, Bowo persisted because he believed in Manta.

Dursasana widened his legs with both arms spread wide. His whip tendrils simultaneously moved behind his body, gathering into a drill.  Dursasana moved her hands until her palms touched each other. "Kalasura spray!" The whips that gathered into a drill of darkness shot rapidly towards Bowo.

Once Bowo was hit by the attack, of course he would die because the tendrils of the kelamyastra would penetrate his body.

However, suddenly the nirvana of sin disappeared, making Dursasana wide-eyed. His darkness was devoured by Manta's black sword.

Bowo grinned. He punched from a distance into Dursasana. "TRADE!" A wave of fire as strong as Sugriwa's melted Saketi quickly burned the dark whips and continued to accelerate until it hit Dursasana. A fairly large explosion occurred, but not out of Tantra, considering this place has been isolated to other realms so that no one can enter and exit easily.

Bowo fell while holding his right arm which now has a tattoo due to the heat he received from Nagapati. He had already put everything into his final attack. However, from a distance, the fire-burning Dursasana was still able to stand up and walk towards him while limping. The aura of killing him still felt very thick.

"Basic crazy!" pekik Bowo who does not believe that his strongest style is not able to end Dursasana.

"anane sing ora lali, kang aampirana strength, yen kasedya to bali. Devil digludhugi, saklawase desire instead, covered in self, kasampurna kasil, and safe in the field."

Yasa threw a necklace at Dursasana, then he returned to cast a spell. Dursasana's steps stopped, it felt like he was sucked into a prayer mat that had just been thrown by Yasa.

"Neng ing nglumpang kala, angel-angel sky kedhaton, nyegel when evil, wong kang katha want maton. Ing grandonane samya, throwing sing bali," muttered Yasa.

"You want to seal me, damn it?!" snarl Dursasana while rebelling. "Well like you, huh?!"

The sealing spell has been cast. There are only two options available when sealing a Dursasana-class demon, namely succeeding or dying.

Yasa continued to close his fingers like a praying gesture. As the rebellious Dursasana tries to escape Yasa's spell, the boy feels an insane impact. Slowly bleeding from his eyes and ears. It felt like his eyeballs wanted to break because it was withstanding the pressure from a Dursasana-class demon.

Mahari began to look panicked, he was about to stand up to help Yasa, but a dark lesion struck Dursasana until the demon bled black blood like it was slashed. Sontak Dursasana turned to Manta who was grinning.

"Fuck you, Bengisuro!" shouted Dursasana.

Manta's figure suddenly sprawled on the ground after unleashing a dark attack on Dursasana to help Yasa weaken the demon. The attack was also effective in weakening Dursasana. In an instant, the demon was unable to hold on and was sucked into Yasa's necklace. As soon as Dursasana was sealed, Yasa was also sprawled in the grass of the Tantra courtyard. The three young men were exhausted and fainted.