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.

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.

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

And once again, the two of them worked together to smooth out the sheet and further refine the blade. Their hammer pings echoed all throughout and continued their concerto in between blasts of heat. And once they had produced the exact curved shape of a Drogar beltknife, the bladesmith stopped their collaboration and pored over the blade’s profile. As he did so, his assistant put down his striking sledge and went off to mix the next batch of blade metals. After having looked over their work, the bladesmith fired up the blade once again, though he used a slightly lower temperature. It didn’t look quite as bright as before, but it didn’t need to.

Fimrouck places the sword in front of him once again examining it. "When you were hardening the blade what did you quench it with?" He suddenly asks. I laugh at his absurd question. "I quenched it in water, what else should I have done?" I ask. "I see, explains why the blade was brittle. Adding salt or oil to your quenching water prevents the metal from becoming too brittle," he explains. "I've heard of that technique but never thought to try it," I admit.