Backwater Swordsman Novels & Stories

They’d already sensed a strong pressure coming from Mei Chuan’s invincible body, and this strong pressure practically caused them to be unable to catch their breaths. The second-class sword was created by the legendary swordsman of Japan, Ben Wuzang, and ordinary people could not resist it. “Hmph!” Mei Chuan’s invincible eyes were filled with coldness. He didn’t believe that Yang Xiao would be able to dodge this swift and violent second-rate sword art. However, Yang Xiao was faster than him. Clang! Clang! Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a metallic buzzing sound suddenly rang out. Surprisingly, Yang Xiao caught Mei Chuan's sharp sword with two fingers.

The might of his sword crashed down like an avalanche, pulverizing the body of a novice Scion-ranked Larvic elder! "Argh!!!" Even as blood-curdled screams rang all around, Caleb turned and swung his sword again. World Burial Sword, Second Style—Throttle! Swoosh! Despite weighing a ton, the Guardian slashed straight for Tamel's neck! Tamel snorted as he raised his saber, which flashed blindingly, in turn! Clang!!! As their blades clashed, the recoil knocked both men backward. Swish! But in a split second, Caleb's eight flying swords shot toward Tamel.

A river rested on the right side, providing the source of another waterfall nearby. “Are you ready for your training? I hope you finally recovered from what happened recently. Being here is your destiny. Like it or not, you have to embrace it.” Zenus drew one of his swords from his back. Kharyn was following them behind. She held a long sword and handed it to Eleand. “You might die training with Zenus, so I will give you Hasmal—the late king’s sword,” she said. “Thanks,” Eleand hesitated for a while. Because if this sword belonged to the king, he should take good care of it. That responsibility alone was overwhelming. It was a warrior’s sword; the hilt was black, and its pommel was a form of

He signaled for him to come over. Upon hearing that, Nina halted her movements. Her hand had frozen mid-wipe. "Isn't Calvin supposed to be the heir to Prosperous Group? Why is the heir turned into someone who goes by the last name Smith?" It was many people's first time seeing him, but they could tell that the future heir to Prosperous Group had an undeniable, commanding presence. Callum's youthful appearance belied the maturity and authority in his demeanor. I turned a deaf ear to Nina and looked around the room, noting that Calvin was still nowhere to be seen. It seemed like the show was about to kick off.

Blake said, and with a wave of his hand, the head of the smirking man fell to the floor. Fear and hatred were seen in the people around them, not knowing if they would make it out alive or defeat Blake in numbers. Even then, they hesitated until six men in heavy black robes entered and unsheathed their swords with a broad blade known as Takoba Sword. “Still not enough?” Blake said, and with a flick of his hand, the swords that were ready to cleave through him split, and the top of the swords clanged on the wooden floor along with all their heads with their bodied following, making a thumping sound through the building.

Rei used the momentum of his kick to do a backflip and free himself from his grasp. Minos rushed in as the foreigner was landing behind, and used the short window of opportunity to land a thrust with his longsword. But Nymgos seemed to have anticipated what he's going to do as he has already raised up his armored bracer to aid in his guard. Minos's blade bounced off Nymgos's arm and the young noble shifted his weight to swing his shield arm up, in an attempt to hit the big drow's head.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

He cried out in pain as blood mixed with some teeth came out of his mouth. Bam bam bam! Harvey kept swinging his sword. Every swing felt like a slap going across Shinsuke’s face. Bam bam bam! He had no choice but to endure every single hit. He could not even defend himself at that moment. He was showing nothing but disbelief at this point. He was an expert martial artist, the butler of the Way of Water, and the successor of the Abito Way. He trained in the most advanced martial arts of the Island Nations, using the best elixirs made by the country.

He sat cross legs at the depth of the pool, opening his eyes, he saw the figure who took him to the pool. “Who are you?” he asked once again. “I am Ha chi, the master of the seven swords of a maniac, I once possessed the Dragon spirit, before I died, I am your predecessor” Miles didn't know anything about himself, he knew he had an abnormal strength, he could defeat Rogan with just a punch, and he could heal with just water. "Lend me your body, I want to revenge my death, and I will bestow the sword of a maniac”

The whistling of the gale continued to resonate against a backdrop of fluttering snow. Mo Jinyan was still laughing but in the next moment, he detected a surging murderous aura behind him. He slowly turned around and saw Xiao Chen, now back on his feet. He looked at the trembling Autumn Water Sword in Xiao Chen's hand, a smirk crossing his face. Quite a few spectators cried out, "Autumn Water Sword! The sword from the Thousand Feathers Sword! Ranked third on the Tome of Legendary Weapons!"