Backwater Old Man Becomes A Swordmaster Novels & Stories

When the tea was served in front of him, the old man did not say much, but still had a cold face. "I don't know. How should I address you?" Li Ye asked carefully. "Me?" The old man said slowly, "He's just an old man of ordinary." Li Ye laughed dryly and said, "You are too modest, one of the four great sword masters of the Remote Antiquity restricted region, can you also be considered an ordinary elder?"

He swallowed hard his hesitation before speaking " Madam, there are plenty of bikes in the garage. Chose any of them just leave this one. It's... It's... It's broken " " Haha, you're funny Uncle. I don't think it's broken and I have picked this one because I like it. Now could you please move out of my way, I wanna ride this bike " I said to which the driver wipe his sweat from his forehead. " Madam I might be not in the place to stop you from riding this bike, but Master has never let anyone even touch this besides himself. I'm afraid if you ride this bike Master won't appreciate it " He explained making me frown at him.

The horses of the others stopped, near the sharp cliffs, and bowing as if at the sight of a frightful monster they raised their front legs and turned back, these beasts had a sense of their own that scared to death like moon dogs, this meadow was something cursed and you could tell in advance that you could die like a dog. Of the ten young men, only two sacrificed their swords for their masters, and Dixon at the age of seventeen armed himself with a very large bow with which he could crush armor, iron heads like blades protruding like sharp thorns that served wonderfully. the master in distress, a quiver caught in the saddle of the saddle gave him enough security to gallop the archer, and at

"I'm not a full master yet lad, but one day soon I will be. If you practice everyday and get good, you might be able to get into the Academy free of charge like me" The boy smiled widely, "I will Sir, and then I'll be the greatest sword master ever!" he said enthusiastically, and ran off pushing his cart of manure. Out of the house came the first boy followed by an older gentleman, he was grizzled and worn, like a piece of meat left out in the sun to dry. Boro knew that look, it was the look of a man that spent most of his life working under the sun. The older man walked up to Boro, and introduced himself as Hogan.

Ding Hao laughed and said nothing. "Such a pity. If you were from a major sect, your achievements would be even greater." The old man sighed and then said, "I have spent all my life perfecting my swordsmanship. I made a vow, that I would revive that mythic massacre technique called the Great Body Extension Swordsmanship. I have made a little headway by now. But I can't go on. Since you are a martial arts addict, and also a swordsman, I would like to gift you this imperfect swordsmanship of mine."

At this moment, Adrian quietly waited while the old man looked around, feeling reassured. The old man was aware that Adrian had fled ahead with the other two, so he settled down to rest and recover his strength. Already weakened, he knew that if he didn’t restore himself soon, he might face grave danger. The old man valued his life immensely. The higher one’s strength, the more one treasured their existence. At his age, the fear of death only intensified. As the old man sat cross-legged, he laid the Soul Devouring Sword beside him. From a distance, Adrian stared at the sword intently. Its blood-red glow shimmered ominously.

“Thank you, master.” Master. His mom called that man master. He didn’t expect that this was the day he would discover he can regret being alive. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ If there’s one thing Ronan regrets today—it’s being stupid. Like right now. He’s feeling better now after the fresh air and it was the best decision for him to leave Cross’s unit. He doesn’t know what could have happened further if he stayed there but the thing is… This is where he hates being stupid.

Same as how Rion actually didn't need to eat to keep on living, but it just felt nice to taste and eat a meal. "Master Rexa," Rion greeted the old man. "It is indeed nice to see a legendary person like you here." Master Rexa laughed out loud. "What legendary? Are you trying to mock me right now? I'm just an old man with a back problem. What legendary are you talking about? Hah... you just want to sweet-talk me right now, didn't you? Quit it already! I'm just an old man." Master Rexa was a sword master from Frozen Lotus Pavilion. He was a senior sword master, well-known for his skill and vast experience. Even famous masters like those from Liebu Moluntain had high respect for him. He was trul

At least I am not in some kind of dream. He collected his bag from the floor and threw the wooden sword into it. He had other weapons in the bag and was still working on his skill to master them. The bag belongs to Balak; it was the one thing that reminded him of the man. Even though there was no love lost between them, a tiny voice in his head still wished that the man was here. Balak had been the one that had taught him the first art of swordsmanship. Let your courage speak when fear tries to raise its voice. The man had always said. Even though they had spent a short time together, he was sure that he learned a great deal from the Watcher

I heard a voice, the fucking old lady was about to scream when I covered her mouth with my palms, “Granny…!” The voice kept calling while coming closer, the old lady struggled to break free from my hold, she's really stubborn, I had no choice but to start stabbing her I gave her nine stabs on her tummy and slowly pulled away as she fell in her pool of blood on the bed, I began looking all over the room for the phone but heck! It was almost like it turned invincible and I couldn't find it, “You’re never going to find that phone” The old lady muttered in between death smiling as blood gushed out of her mouth,