Academy Genius Swordsman Novel Novels & Stories

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

The dagger in her hand expanded into a long sword that radiated with flames and she fiercely slashed toward the incoming spear. There was a loud explosion as both the spear and the blade shattered, turning into spiritual energy, and dispersing into the air. She had blocked the attack, but the chaotic impact of the attack tore her clothes, revealing a lot of skin. She looked like a mess. She then realized that she had not been facing one person. That was because she had faced two different forms of energy. Yumi was furious. She was a ninja art genius from Cherrytopia, a martial prodigy of the Senka family. She was a Sanctuary level expert at that.

An invisible sword intent radiated from his body, startling the surrounding maple leaves into scattering, revealing a clear space on the ground. "Since you refuse to drink the wine of respect, you'll have to drink the wine of punishment." Isaiah's voice was as cold as ice. "Since you won't apologize, I'll have to seek justice for the Palmer family and send you on your way. In your next life, choose more wisely." As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand. With a slight movement of his fingertips, a fierce sword intent instantly condensed and surged toward Amelia. Amelia's eyes narrowed. Although Jalen was nothing special, this young man before her truly deserved to be called a genius—so young, y

Ok then that was a bit too much, but I don't care, let's go to the second target Lei Lei let's go lead the way to target number 2 reyu kana. As you wish, my master. --------- So This is his class, right? Yes master This is reyu kana's class, the swordsmanship class. If these a sword class I well make a sword arrival now I well brake this little door. Then taso slices the door in 100 pieces. Excuse me is reyu kana here if he is here tell him that I well kill him and be ready because Tasoshi saya is here. See you in chapter 7.

"You are being ignorant. The second glitch is far beyond the first glitch. How the fuck are you gonna survive if don't even pass the bare minimum criteria? Take the freaking sword, and it just might come in handy! Might even save your life in a crisis… Also, your ignorance isn't worth a cent if you die on the very first day!" Agenor looked at others giggling and sighed, "Are you sure about this?" Agenor grabbed the hilt. "I'm an archer, remember?" Creed loosened the grip, "Consider this your graduation gift! And be careful… This is a cursed sword! It feeds on wielder's Chakra!" Agenor nodded and softly rubbed his pinky on the edge of the sword. The next instant, several notifications blared

As for that Central Domain' genius, after losing the weapon in his hand, his heart shook and he jumped back several times like a monkey. "You?" "Give me back my knife!" The genius stared at Zephyr Khan and roared fiercely. "Okay! Then you must hold on tight to it!" With a smile on his face, Zephyr Khan threw the long knife at his opponent like a bolt of lightning. The genius from the Ancient Central Domain hurriedly reached out to receive it. He circulated the Genuine Vitality in his body, and his figure flashed as he firmly grabbed the hilt of the saber in the air.

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

I screamed, a raw sound tearing from the deepest part of my chest. In that exact moment of absolute terror, a strange, burning heat exploded outward from the center of my chest. It did not feel like the regular wolf spirit I had suppressed for years; this was something ancient, heavy, and blindingly bright. My blood felt like boiling lava as my bones cracked and reshaped in a fraction of a second. A brilliant, pure white light erupted from my skin, so bright that it actually made the charging wolves screech and cover their eyes. I roared, a sound that shook the pine trees and completely drowned out the noise of the thunder above us.

If a sword broke, she simply just brought out another one and struck again. For a moment, Mia had the upper hand but she was quickly approaching her limit and Genji was quite a decent fighter. The moment he saw a chance for a counter attack, he made great use of it and struck Mia in her abdomen. After that he followed up with series of combos that hit hard and didn't miss. "Did you really think that the beasts were all I had?" He Said as he continued his attacks "That was an ordinary technique that anyone could learn" "Haven't they taught you that in school?"

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.