Academy Genius Swordsman Novel Novels & Stories

HOWEVER, THEY SHOULDN’T HAVE TOUCHED WHAT WAS HIS. At that moment everything blurred, the derisive laughter, jeering and chatter, the desperate voice that called out to him, the dying male that hung on the cross… Genad smiled. Beautiful. He had always wanted to relieve this day. “Gramaecias!” the little boy suddenly screamed with a hysterical voice and his multi-coloured pupils shrunk as he reached out to grasp the mystical sword with a bluish shimmer that had suddenly appeared in his hand. He smiled yet again—a clownishly crazy smile that stretched his ear. He straightened his posture, ramrod straight like a soldier standing at attention and with a leisurely swerve of his sword, a beautiful

Even though they had once followed the Heaven-reaching Sword Lord and seen countless geniuses in Sword Principle, and even the Heaven-reaching Sword Lord himself was a top figure in Sword Principle, they were still shocked to see Caspian. How could there be such a genius in swordsmanship in the world! "Damn it, Caspian, why don't you die?" Young Master Desperate was shocked and angry. The strike just now could be said to be the most powerful one of Young Master Desperate. Even when his body was still there, he could not perform such a fierce sword move. After all, the bronze sword in the castle used to belong to the Sword Lord, so it was not a trivial matter.

A man breathless, standing valiantly before all his enemies. He was called Cyou chen, a swordsman who earned an unrivaled title. After being trained by the nine demon swordsmen. Chyou Chen travels the world to fight with various expert warriors from all over the country. "Why are you just silent?" Chyou chen asked, while wiping the sweat that filled his forehead. "Quickly hand over all the martial books you haveAfter that we will let you live."

thought the sea king as he looked up at the ceiling, thinking and imagining what he had felt when the forbidden land was opened. ...... BOOOOOMMM... BOOOOOMMM... "Is this the sword heart?" asked the junior member of the sword sect when he saw his brother take out the terrifying sword. He was really surprised that his senior brother could actually raise his sword heart level to the intermediate level at the age of not even thirty. Even in this world, perhaps only the young master of the Sword Sect could be called a sword genius, because even in the Crown Sect, which also had sword training, they could not be compared to those from the original Sword Sect.

I immediately replied. “W-What…!?” “That sword of yours is sticking out like a sore-thumb— do you really think you could hide it?” “What are you trying to say…?” “You are a genius,” I told him. “A swordsmanship genius— and that sword is the best proof. It can shapeshift to any kind of sword you like according to the style you play.” “Stop spouting nonsense.” For some reason, August furrowed his brows when he said that.

A thousand swords surrounded Xing Xier and each sword contained a sword intent strong enough to cut an ordinary immortal. "Shit! Sword intent? No wonder he's called the genius of the empire and the sword sect!" Said one of the fugitives with sweat pouring down his back. BOOMMM... "These fools!" Annoyed Choi Son who saw how weak their resolve was. "Well, better not play anymore."

The realization disarmed her more effectively than any feint. She released the sword, taking a step back. "Then we understand each other," she said, her voice losing its edge. "You see a weapon. I see a cage. We're both prisoners of this... purpose." He held the practice sword, looking momentarily wrong-footed by her retreat. He studied the crude blade, then her face. The anger seemed to drain from him, leaving a weary, cold curiosity. "What are you, really? A spy for your father? A trained assassin sent to unsettle the court?"

I freeze for a second. “You…” I whisper in disbelief. One of the Academy instructors. Or at least, what used to be him. The creature standing before me now is nothing but a monster without a mind or heart. He lets out a savage roar and swings his sword toward my neck. CLANG! I block the attack with my claymore. Steel crashes violently against steel, the impact rattling through my entire arm. I immediately kick his knee out from under him, and the moment he stumbles, I swing my blade and decapitate him. His body crashes lifelessly onto the ground. My breathing turns ragged as grief crushes my chest.

“Just do as you’re told for once in your life. Give me your feet. It’ll help you relax. And then you can enjoy your present.” My curiosity sparks like a flame. He holds up a red-wrapped package, heavy-looking in his hands. Instantly intrigued, I turn and snatch it from him, already grinning as I rip the paper open. It's a book. I look up at him. “It’s a romantic novel,” Aiden says, his eyes flicking between my face and the gift. “The main character travels the world, meets a new lover in every country. It’s based in Italy.” He takes my feet into his lap gently, his fingers already working soothing circles into my arches.

Suddenly she saw him grimace and when she followed his gaze she realized that there were prices posted underneath each book and these prices were exorbitant ranging from 5 000 to 100 000 gold coins. Cassy then asked him confused by these prices because the most expensive book she had taken was 10 gold coins and it was the book about the presentation of the 8 flames, "Why are these books so expensive, and why are they sealed?" Steven put his arm around her shoulders and he said to her a little disappointed, "All these books have a special fighting technique that allows any warrior who absord it to use an element. The symbol that you see on the cover identifies the element that the fighting te