Backwater Swordsman Novels & Stories

The silverback swung its hands towards Aledos, as he struggled to free the sword. Aledos skillfully dodged the slam by rolling backwards. It wasn’t one of those stylish dodges. The shockwave alone slammed into his back, making him cough up blood. Aledos stumbled forward trying to recover his balance, his face was pale from the blood he lost. He could feel the cold sweat running down his back has he realized he just had a brushed with death. The silverback was not going to let Aledos rest, as it pulled the sword free from its neck. Blood erupted from the wound. With one powerful swing the silverback threw the sword towards Aledos.

He fought to push down his anger and calmed himself. “How strong is he?” Dustin asked calmly. Clearly, Gary had told him to find Tristan to get him killed. “Very strong!” Lord Barbenheim’s face grew serious. “Twenty years ago, he was already known as the world’s best swordsman and was nicknamed the Sword Saint! “During the Fox family incident, he took a sword manual from them. After twenty years of training, his strength is beyond measure. Some say he may have reached the level of Five Supremes or even surpassed that.”

"I'm being attacked. This seems like your department." His eyes widened a fraction. For a heartbeat, I saw the calculation: the legendary Unlucky Draw, the player who'd dominated a Captain and bullied a Clerk, now standing passively before a basic hydro-kinetic strike. Then he moved. It was a blur of efficient motion. A long, sleek sword appeared in his hand from nowhere—an inventory summon. He didn't step in front of me. He simply angled his body and brought the blade down in a clean, precise arc. It intersected the water blade with a sound like a sigh, dispersing it into harmless droplets that pattered on the dirt.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

said Old Hughes in response. “…I see. Well… what’s so special about the Fishgut Sword?” asked Gerald, finally giving in as he curiously looked at the sword within the stone pillar… Upon hearing that question, Old Hughes then looked seriously at the youth before replying, “The Fishgut Sword is an ancient longsword, said to grant its wielder waterbending skills. Since you’re the person depicted in the map, I’m sure you’re the only one qualified to wield it in the first place!”

Old man Jenkins yelled as he ran towards the swordsman. His intention was to charge right through him. No human, beast, spirit or god would stop him from saving the boy. Now that his head was in the clear, he felt very guilty and thought it was his responsibility to keep Wilson alive. The swordsman raised his left hand and turned it anticlockwise as if he was tampering with a safe lock. Old man Jenkins immediately felt himself slow down a little. It was just by a little, barely noticeable but that was all the swordsman needed to take control. The swordsman swung his double handed silver claymore at old man Jenkins. Old man Jenkins knew that he was a goner if that claymore touched him. His pu

said the lady laughingly. “Shut up Azrella and help me up.” said Kariya. “It’s not my fault you lost the swords and got yourself nearly killed.” Said Azrella while helping Kariya back onto the mountain and pointing to the swords in the dial. Then the man in the wizard robes stepped forward and began to speak. “Kariya you lost my swords and I should kill you right here, but I’m going to give you another chance to redeem yourself.” He said looking directly at Kariya.

] [Beeb! [Quest start: Get a drop of blood from This Blind man] [Reward: Perfect mastery of The 13 Forms of Invincible Sword, 1,000,000,000 SP] [Failure: Exterminate host soul] [Time Limit: 1 Week] “What!?” I blurt out. “Huh? What’s wrong?” Mr.Xia Zheng asked. “No nothing I'm just thinking of something ridiculous a moment ago. Please don’t mind me.” Mr. Xia Zheng noded and continued to escort me without asking anything. I guess he’s a strong silent upright hero type that I’ve seen in the Huaxia series about those wuxia heroes.

She felt a tremendous mana presence Familiar to her. An old man, wearing a green kimono has walked out of the chamber. Pulling out the sharp sword on his waist. Amari can't be mistaken. It was the Black Grade sword only given to King Rank Swordsman, specifically the Black Beast Sword, given to only one person. "Nerom?" She can't believe what she was seeing with the sword he's holding in his hand, it was the For a moment her breathing just stopped. ~~~ "Alkhun berhalksawn as really did it."