Novel & Cerita Black Haired Swordmaster

Their blades shimmered in the sunlight, a testament to their craftsmanship and legacy. As I grasped the twin swords, a surge of gratitude washed over me. Finally, I could behold the very weapons I had hidden away for years. With a laugh, I realized they were exactly as Claudio had described, truly peculiar, with one blade black as midnight and the other as pure as driven snow. "Who wields a twin sword with two different colours, black and white?" I mused aloud, chuckling at the absurdity of it all. "No one, but you, of course," came a voice from behind me.

He said chuckling. "With me." He completed smiling at her creepily. She didn't say anything further. She decided to just ignore him and let him do whatever he wants. He looks like some gangster with messy hair and chains wrapped around his neck. Tattoos peeking out of his neck and hands. It crept her out. How can her master bring her to such a dangerous and creepy party? "Come on you don't have to lie. I know you're alone. I don't mind giving you a company for a night or maybe more." He whispered again taking a step closer to her.

He wore his jet black hair in a man bun, his sharp features actuated by his piercing dark eyes.His muscles rippled under his dark green scrubs, and his countenance was that of a man you didn’t mess with. It was like he had been chiseled by Zeus himself, a gorgeous Greek god, Romanian, Romanian god. His eyes slowly roamed over everyone standing there, until he came to Nick’s. There he stopped and eyed him almost suspiciously.Nick looked away, careful not to give away his position.

He's lucky I pulled the punch. I don't have long to wait, and I'm in my fighting stance when he storms into the room with a roar. Man, does he have a set of lungs when he can breathe. Flick, flick. I twist my wrist again ready to strike. He stops and drills me with eyes filled with perplexity. "That's my sword." "Mine now," I answer with seeming boredom. "Give it back." I lift my arm to an en garde position ready to remove his head. And such a gorgeous head it is. His hair may be dirty but it's lovely. Full and wavy to go with his thick, long eyelashes. No man should be this pretty.

And how in the world did he know about this? As Minerva continued to mull things over, she felt that someone was staring at her. When she raised her head, it was the red-haired Great Swordmaster. "It seems that Her Highness Princess Minerva only got her appearance from you. That was a relief." The red-haired Great Swordmaster said as he nodded his head. Minerva looked at him and smiled awkwardly. To be completely honest, she wanted to bow down to his patience. Despite the strange names her father had given him, he remained calm and did not even snap at him. Heck, it even seemed that she was more anxious than he was!

Kayson heaved a sigh. “You’ve underestimated all the heroes in the world. I’ve always believed that pre-celestial fighters or grandmasters have very few worthy opponents.” “Hmm?” The old man in black was stunned for a moment. “What did you say again? Are you a grandmaster?” Kayson opened up his palm. From a nearby area, a sword was drawn by his presence and flew into his hand instantly. It was precisely Shiloh’s sword from the previous night. He carried it with him all this time, but he kept it in the car that he picked up before he came chasing after this old man.

A figure began to walk slowly toward Zephyr Khan. With a cold face, he carried a long sword on his back. Wisps of sword Focus enveloped him, sharp and domineering. This guy was the sword master whom Zephyr Khan had paid close attention to before! At this time, he went straight to where Zephyr Khan was. He didn't care at all. Therefore, in an instant, it attracted attention of other warriors around. "Isn't this Jian Yu?" "Haha, I'm starting to miss you!"

“What the hell is the meaning of this?!” “Oh,” the Headmistress notes with hidden delight. “He's here already. That was very fast.” Just as she says it, a blonde man comes stomping towards us, his expression one of being supremely pissed off. He's not as old as I thought he would be, in fact, he looks the same age as Kellin is. He wears a sword on his hip, and his hands are fisted. The Headmistress looks at him calmly as he approaches her and comes to a stop right in front of her. I eye his sword and wonder if I should take a step back but doesn't follow through as I remember that I'm the Alpha King with a reputation to hold.

Kayson heaved a sigh. “You’ve underestimated all the heroes in the world. I’ve always believed that pre-celestial fighters or grandmasters have very few worthy opponents.” “Hmm?” The old man in black was stunned for a moment. “What did you say again? Are you a grandmaster?” Kayson opened up his palm. From a nearby area, a sword was drawn by his presence and flew into his hand instantly. It was precisely Shiloh’s sword from the previous night. He carried it with him all this time, but he kept it in the car that he picked up before he came chasing after this old man.

The new fighter wore black, but unlike the other attackers, his mask was gray, made of expensive and elegant material. The Crown Prince was oblivious to the newcomer's arrival as he focused on his sword fighting with the man in black. Suddenly, he sensed another presence behind him. It was too late when he turned around, ready to face his attacker. He expected the worst until the enemy suddenly coughed up blood and fell before him, a sword in his chest from behind. The Crown Prince had never seen such a brutal killing technique, and he shuddered at the thought of Master Ken doing something like that.