Blade Tempering Novels & Stories

【Thermite Sword】 Franka's specialty. The perfect combination of Origin Stone skills and special weapons. In an instant, the swift sword in her hand will be heated to 2,500 degrees in one breath. At this extremely high temperature, coupled with a slash that can easily cut steel, it can truly cut iron like clay, at least , Franka has never seen any object that can block the strike of her thermite sword. And under the thermite sword.

I dropped my dagger and caught Thorne’s blades with my bare hands. The silver hissed against my palms, the smoke rising in thick, white clouds. Thorne’s eyes widened in terror as he realized he wasn't drinking my light—he was being burned by it. "The sun doesn't just shine, Thorne," I said, my voice resonating with the frequency of the Tenth Cycle. "It forges." I funneled the emerald fire into the silver blades. The ancient metal, designed to kill my kind, began to glow, then melt. Thorne screamed as his own weapons turned into liquid slag, burning his hands and dripping onto the salt circle.

This was the lethal cold of honed steel pressed against my jugular - so sharp it burned like fire where it touched skin. I didn't need to look down to identify the blade. I'd memorized its contours last Tuesday when I'd found Damien cleaning it at his desk, the ritualistic precision of his movements revealing more than any confession could. Damascus steel, hand-forged, with those hypnotic rippling patterns that caught light like liquid. Now those same deadly waves kissed my throat with silent promise.

Golden light flared between his fingers and the air around them seemed to thicken and vibrate with power. When he removed his hand, the blood was gone, seemingly absorbed into the metal itself. Dante lifted the sword and placed it once more in the heart of the golden flames. As she watched, the entire blade took on a subtle silver hue, almost imperceptible except when the light struck it at certain angles. "It's done," he said at last, lifting the completed sword from the fire. The weapon was even more beautiful now—perfectly balanced, the blade shimmering with an inner light that reminded her of sunlight through autumn leaves. The hilt was wrapped in leather the color of dark honey, and the

Mathew's smile turned into a grin before his eyes returned to the sword clasped in both their hands and breathed, "One. Two. Three." Sephora extended her consciousness toward the blacksmith's beautifully dark hand, feeling the heat spreading along her blood, her skin. Until it reached the palm of her hand, and even Ambrose, who had now gone silent - walked over to witness what happened next. Little veins of red flames began encircling and caressing the entire sword, like little rivers and streams, strengthening the steel - teasing it. Sephora stared as the ribbons of flame carved out strange runes on the blade, as though it was some forgotten language. The runes glowed brightly, before sudde

I designed the dagger for Leon, drafting the blueprint and forging the materials myself. The blade was tempered with special steel, honed to an unsettling sharpness. It cut right into my flesh with ease. Blood spilled. My face beamed with a smile. It was great that everything would be over soon. I wouldn’t have to feel pain anymore. Amid the confusion, I could feel a pair of warm hands steadily pressing down on my injury. “Don’t be scared, Lyra.

If he failed, the metal would cool a little and remain unchanged. Zen also learned that not all his hits had to be hard. It was actually better to watch the colour of the metal to decide if a hard hit or a soft heat was required. If he was working with a metal that was bright red, he should hit it softly. Hammering it too hard could cause it to break or go out of shape. Once the metal cooled a little and a green shade appeared, Zen should go all out and use all his strength to hammer the piece of metal as long as the moving meter fell within the strike range. Applying Bladeless to trigger a three-strike combo move when the moving metre was within striking range proved to be a pro-gamer move.

Ivor stopped speaking and took another long sip of the wine. He breathed roughly for a few seconds before continuing in his explanation. "The sharpness of the inscribed weapon will depend on how accurate the translation of the language of the "Breath" was in the material form. It will also never surpass the limits of what Heaven and Earth consider as sharpness." He took another big sip. "However, in the "Elemental forging" method, there are no such limits."

Under Wilbur's hard work, the thin sword had finally been given a second attribute. Numbing. This was one of the elements of the thunder cultivation method. Any weapon with a numbing attribute would, upon breaking skin, cause the opponent to go numb in a battle. Of course, this effect differed depending on the opponent. Regular mortals would be numb for a few minutes, and Ambience level cultivators a few seconds. Even Sanctuary level cultivators would go numb for at least a second, which would be enough to cause their demise in a battle.

Not that its challenging. I enjoy the quiet of my room as I start in on my knives. The Tungsten steel alloy of the blades gleams in my eyes as I cherish the reflects. The sharpest part of the blade gleams a bright yellow where I infused it with my scales. I sharpen it against another just like it and the sound is music to my ears. Sparks fly between the blades as they clash.