Absolute Sword Sense Novel Novels & Stories

The elder's face began to be seen clearly due to the moonlight that entered through the roof in the Hall, he began to approach the two slowly. His wrinkled face was so cynical looking at the two. "From now on! you will die," the old swordsman began to attack the two very quickly, with one breath Khalid almost slashed his throat. But someone blocked the attack, after exchanging thousands of moves. They had already destroyed everything in the Sect Hall. they switched places, after Khalid and Chyou Chen cornered the two until they broke the walls of the Hall. The old swordsman and the young swordsman who helped him were flung far out of the Sect Hall.

She walked forward unhurriedly as a silver tint began to radiate around her. "A disciple of the Heartless Sword Sect bows to no one. Even death cannot make me submit!" Chief Sakar roared and paved his way in bursts of green flashes. He arrived near the boy in an instant and torrents of colors intertwined that marked their exchange. After that a blazing sun emerged that burned the dark shadows of the night.

In his right hand, he carried no shield, only a massive, single-edged broadsword forged from polished shadow-steel, its blade so dark it seemed to consume the light around it. He radiated absolute, terrifying apex dominance. The atmospheric temperature in the arena plummeted by twenty degrees in an instant. The baking heat of the noon sun was forcefully shoved aside by a biting, freezing frost that rolled off Aurelius’s skin in visible white waves, turning the red dust at his boots into sparkling ice.

“The greatest burden of immortality is not living forever… it is remembering everything.” ⸻ The hidden library fell into absolute silence. Not a single candle flickered. Not a single page turned. Everyone stared at Alessio. His right eye had become silver. Not glowing. Not unnatural. Simply… Different. Ancient. As though countless generations were looking through it. The Oath Blade no longer emitted its blue light. Instead, it rested quietly in his hand. Waiting. As if it had finally returned to its rightful owner.

I swallowed, letting the tension slip slightly from my shoulders. I couldn’t stop myself from watching him, either. The way he moved was effortless, controlled. He didn’t just lean on the counter—he owned the space, like it belonged to him. And in a room full of chaos, he was calm. Always calm. Always aware. Watching him made me wonder how much of him was armor and how much was the real person.

I shrieked, the adrenaline surging as I instinctively spun around, trying to use my short sword to slash at the intruder's throat. The attacker was faster. A heavily armor hand violently slammed against my wrist, knocking the steel short sword completely out of my hands. It clattered uselessly into the dirt. I looked up, gasping for breath, as Aiden's thunderous, raging face filled my vision. His golden eyes were fully bloodshot, completely consumed by a feral, terrifying madness.

Warm blood trickled down my neck, the sensation distant and unimportant. He gripped the hilt with both hands, his muscles bulging as the aura around him flared to life one last time. This was his final gambit, and we both knew it. He didn't run. He simply blinked out of existence again. I felt the massive displacement of heat to my left, but I didn't use my eyes to track him. Instinct guided me now… the same battle-honed reflexes that had kept me alive through countless fights. I spun on my heel just as the massive lightning blade came down, aiming to split my soul completely in half. Instead of backing away, I reached up with my bare hands, catching the burning edge of the blade right betwe

No one noticed, but in that second, Zaha silently experienced in the midst of his anger. His golden eyes shone brightly, with pupils that constricted like those of a reptile. His breath turned cold, emitting a thin frosty smoke from his mouth, and that's when suddenly an ornate sword on the hall wall flew and landed in Zaha's hand. Just before death came to the humiliated, angry and terrified Josh, a golden flash of light shot from the side of the room, stopping Zaha's hand from swinging straight down the man's neck. It happened so fast that everyone really couldn't grasp what was really going on.

“Who are you?” As soon as Alex Rockefeller appeared, someone from the sect detected him. An elder shouted and flew over with a sword in hand that shone brightly with colorful rays of light. He was going to kill Alex by slashing his waist. At this moment, Alex could feel his hair standing on their ends. A strong sense of danger grew in him. Alex felt that this was the most severe danger he had ever encountered. Instinctively, he activated his strongest defense, Profound Martial Shield Armor Art. Countless rune symbols appeared around his body and gathered at one spot to block that frightful flying sword!

WARNING : THERE WILL BE CRUEL SCENES WHICH MIGHT BE DISTURBING FOR YOU IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE SKIP THE CHAPTER ◇NO POV◇ Aurthur's face is looking extreme dangerous he is fuming with anger he is waiting for someone in his base xion seen Aurthur in angry many times but today he is quite different and looking dangerous which made even xion to shiver for a second his eyes are blood red in anger aurthur screamed "where is that bitch" one of the man shivered and said "bringing lord" they brought sana and tied her to a pole she is unconscious