Academy's Genius Swordmaster Novels & Stories

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.

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

"Anyway, if the Great Santi was too anxious about the academy's treatment of your daughter, how about you apply as an instructor? In that way, you could see her daily." "Ah?" Minerva was taken aback by the red-haired Great Swordmaster's words. He was kidding, right? He must've blurted those out just to spite her father. After all, he hated to work. He just had no other choice, as no one was good enough to govern the dukedom. But as Minerva looked at the serious face of the red-haired Great Swordmaster, it seemed that he wasn't kidding at all. Santi arched his left brow and scoffed, "You wish."

Of course, the Saber Master would not let go of any chance to belittle and mock the old foe. This time, the Sword Master did not counterattack violently, but said with a sigh, "In the swordsmanship field, the essence is extremely profound. In this world, there are thousands of swordsmanship and combat skills, but no one can really master them all. Although I call myself the Sword Master, I dare not say that I have mastered all swordsmanship. The person who left the drawings on the wall is a ghost genius. Such a person who has been loyal to the sword in his hand all his life deserves my praise!"

She was known to the world as Grandmaster Yue Luo. “He carries the charm of Olympus with him,” a man who looked to be of similar age with Grandmaster Yue Luo opined. Next to him was the son of the Celestial Emperor, Reaper’s Edge Sarong. This man was Grandmaster Cairo, a famous saber user whose skill with the saber had placed him at the peak of this universe. Both Grandmasters were teachers at Emperor Academy. They spoke gently, but Mane did not have a good impression of Emperor Academy due to what he had seen earlier. So, he disregarded their words.

Hop on my back and I will use my flash step, so we can arrive there fast. As I thought, you're using that monstrous skill of yours, ok then. *Then may ride at tasos back and taso grabs May's legs and then taso said to May* May let us go, FLASH STEP! WISH…! *Then may and taso arrives at the imperial sword academy* So these the imperial sword academy It's a little bigger than our school and I can sense a strong presence here, interesting, I want to fight it. *The both of them arrives first, and they entered the academy than a woman suddenly blocked their path*

Vale’s expression shifted, controlled, but chillingly curious. “Oh?” he murmured. “And why is that?” Ronan’s voice was a calm, lethal thing. “Because he’s under me.” For a split second, silence. Then Vale smiled, slow, sharp, knowing. “Very well,” he said. “But remember this, Ronan…” He leaned in, eyes gleaming. “the academy sees everything.” He turned and walked away. His steps echoed down the hall until they vanished, leaving the air broken, heavy, dangerous.

Li Min’s gaze grew distant, lost in memory. “Father…” Zhangjian whispered. His heart ached. Not even his own father had spoken a word of this. No, Xiu Jian had concealed the truth not only from his son, but from everyone. Only to Brother Li Min had he entrusted this secret. “As written in the letter, Zhangjian should have learned of his fate upon turning twenty. But… with things as they are, I have no choice but to reveal it sooner,” Li Min confessed weakly. “An Heir must possess both formidable strength and profound inner force to wield the Sacred Dragon Sword. Otherwise, the Heir’s body will collapse beneath its power. Once the blade is unsheathed, its seal shatters. With Zhangjian’s curre

Only heard, the sound of a crystal clear metal clashing sound came out, and next, six treasures of the Holy Kingdom, all of them were blown out. This is the holy sword, the holy blade, the holy spear, the holy mace, the holy ax, the holy stick. And the Golden Armor Grandmaster, staring intently, killing intent is amazing, powerful more and more great mausoleums everywhere. His fist is the master's order, but no one dares to face it everywhere, its name is Break Nowhere Punch. Passed down from the patriarchal sect, this is the half-step existence of the ancient martial arts kings, and Break Nowhere Punch is the founder of the patriarchal sect who founded martial arts.

Remembering the sword had fallen from her hand when I got here. She had held it and there was no barrier between herself and its material. My brain ceased to understand anything at this point. I checked the gem again to be certain there was no chances of the blood leaking out. Even if it had, I could not tell with all the blood that painted the spans of this room. I could not tell where the mistress’s blood ended and where the attackers own had begun. Lifting the sword again to be sure it was an actual weapon and not the faux one I had kept in my office. The weight was accurate but it suddenly felt numb.