Backwater Swordsman Novels & Stories

He felt like none of his secrets could get past Walganus’ eyes. “If I’m not mistaken, your Yogacara is the Sword Energy left behind by the Ancestral Sword Master from the Primeval Age.” James was shocked. Where was Walganus from? How did he know so much? James stared at Walganus silently. Walganus continued to speak. “I know you’re a fated one. The swordsmanship inheritance in the Crepe Myrtle Sword Pavilion was prepared for you. I’m also one of the fated ones, but the swordsmanship inheritance isn’t for me. I’m only capable of getting the Curse Magic.

That didn't prompt me to stop. Seeing that the man was occupied with making his shield stronger so he wouldn't get hit by my luminary ball, I jumped up, spun my body, and landed on his back. Before he could comprehend what was going on, I made my soul sword appear in my hand, and I stabbed him from behind. The sword penetrated his back and went straight from his heart, punctured it, and came out of his chest. I grabbed the man by the neck, then consumed his life force, and I felt my vitality returning. After there is nothing left to suck, I release my hold on him and his lifeless body slumps to the ground.

The three men immediately stood, all raising a questioning brow. “Well, Kemuel, why don’t you begin your training?” Michael suggested. “Excellent. We’ll use the backyard. It’s the perfect place for this kind of training.” “Can I ask, please,” Emma interrupted, “Why swords?” “These aren’t just any swords. On the blades are inscriptions from an ancient incantation book. All warriors have one, as will our Great Warrior Child,” Nathanael explained. “Ah, just make sure there’s not a scratch on my child when you’re done training today,” she demanded.

He was so focused on the glowing sword. Leonard brings out his Alcohol container and takes a sip from it to at least calm his trembling body. Rio went to the stone stairs and reached the landing area at the top. The sword was surely made of silver with a gold and brass handle. This is definitely the sword Pamungkas was talking about. Rio firstly creates a mind-link with Deadrei and said to her, “I am coming for you my love, just wait a little more." Deadrei hears him but the mind link was not strong enough so she was not able to reply to him.

The sword was teaching him a technique. The sword technique was named Hidden Soul Sword, and Adrian was utterly shocked. He hadn’t expected the Soul Devouring Sword to be so proactive, directly transferring the technique to him. This was no ordinary sword. Its power and consciousness were beyond anything he had imagined.

He looked back only to see that the guy standing farthest from them had his body lying on the ground dead with a large stab wound in his heart. "Who is here? Show yourself!" Tsa Xang took out his sword as he got ready to fight. The other two did the same. Tsa Xang had a blue mid-level Spirit grade sword in his hand which he received from treasure Hall; we then passed the second stage of treasure Hall. Although it was a mid-level Spirit grade sword, it was one of the weakest amongst them, as Tsa Xang had only passed to the second stage of the trial.

roared the Rank 1 Ancestor Ranked Red Ox. Subsequently, a Rank 9 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman rushed toward Lucas and the gang. While he was on his way to Lucas, the Rank 9 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman took out a large sword from behind his back. When he was just a fine hair’s breadth away from Lucas, the Rank 9 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman leaped up, lifted his large sword, and slashed downward. Regardless of whether it was the Rank 1 Ancestor Ranked Red Ox or the hundreds of Dark Races behind him, each one of them knew that once the Rank 9 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman unleashed his attack, the few humans before him would part from the world for good.

As soon as he had landed and donned his clothes, the Prince came forward and asked him to cross swords with him to prove his skill, saying: “Let us two prove, who is the better swordsman, you or me!” The robber agreed with delight, feeling certain of victory, for he was famous as a fencer in his province and he did not know who his adversary was. He seized quickly what he thought was his sword and stood on guard to defend himself. Alas! For the rebel the sword was the wooden one of the young Prince and in vain Takeru tried to unsheathe it—it was jammed fast, not all his exerted strength could move it. Even if his efforts had been successful the sword would have been of no use to him for it w

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

From facing three with the same level of strength as him, and struggling to dealing with fourteen stronger than him. Mane gently massaged his wrist as he carefully and gently retrieved the two weapons encased in the gorgeous sheaths that lay on his back. One of the two, a sword, was made entirely of black metal, even its handle. It was over a meter in length and it glowed brightly under the sun, a curious contradiction of colors. The other was a knife. It was shorter, under a meter long and was golden, just like Mane’s hair. In Mane’s mind space the excitement of the7th and the 8th could be felt as Mane called upon the artefacts. The Wandering Sword God and the Bloodied Blade Lord watched in