Blind Swordsman Anime Novels & Stories

Besides, your fighting style is definitely different from his,” states the businessman, who is now suffering from several slashes to his torso and different appendages. ”Please my good man, I could never be at the same level as that animal.” ”Says the kettle to the pot…” CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! Akihiro-san sees the opening and takes it. He slashes deep into the upper arm of the mystery man by dipping low while his enemy was in mid-stab. I know I'm sacrificing my life for this move, but it’s fine. I have completed my task. The assassin yells in both pain and anger. He immediately transfers his sword from his right hand to his left…

That hundreds of razor sharp links, capable of slicing through flesh and bone with ease, will render any enemy, obstacle, challenges and anything who gets too close into ragged pieces. "My blade thirsts for blood. It hungers to taste the crimson life of our enemies as I cut them down one by one if they become a hindrance to our mission," Olivia says, as the Swordsman, as she grips her double-edged blade, ready to charge headlong into combat. The blade is perfectly balanced, allowing her to deliver precise slashes and stabs with brutal efficiency. The long, slightly curved sword allows her to deliver deadly precise blows, decapitating or disemboweling her adversaries in grisly fashion.

Her obsidian-rimmed eyes were fixed on Takashi Masamune, who stood perfectly still before the entrance to the inner sanctum, his long naginata held loosely in his right hand, his crimson eyes watching her movements with the clinical focus of an executioner. She didn't run; she shifted. The silver runic lines on her knuckles flared with a blinding, white radiation as she ceased to exist at the edge of the forest and appeared ten feet from the First Regent, her two silver blades already coming downward in a dual, vertical cross-strike that carried the integrated frequency of the three European Hearts. Takashi didn't try to parry the strike with his steel blade. He reached into his indigo sash

“Come out and face me, or do you prefer to die like worms in the dark?” For a moment, silence. Then, movement. Figures emerged from the smoke—six of them, clad in dusksteel armor, faces hidden beneath mirrored masks. Akira Blades. Their elite shadows. The frontmost one stepped forward, twin daggers spinning in his hands. “Jude Seraphin,” he said, voice distorted through the mask. “You’ve grown too bold.” I smiled. “And you’ve grown too stupid.” He lunged. His blades moved fast, but not fast enough. I caught his wrist mid-strike, twisting until the bones snapped like dry twigs. His scream was short-lived.

Xiao Chen smiled, raised one of his swords, and casually slashed his right hand. Then something surprising happened in front of Xiao Chen. The figure in front of him also slashed his right hand, leaving both of them without a right hand. The figure who had thought he would win was confused because he suddenly cut off his own hand without knowing why. Xiao Chen, who saw his doppelganger standing there in confusion, immediately attacked with his full strength, one slash containing the power of the god of war instantly cutting through the figure's body.

Damon POV The first blade came from the left. I deflected it, slammed my shoulder into the attacker, and drove my knife up under his ribs. He dropped without a sound. More came—sprinting through the trees, shouting Axel’s name like it was a war cry. I met them head-on. Steel met flesh. Blood soaked into the dirt. I moved on instinct. Dodge, strike, kill. My breath was ragged, my arms heavy, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. I carved a path forward through the chaos, eyes scanning the battlefield, listening for anything—anyone—that could tell me where Kalilah was.

“Your highness” “Sorry for interrupting your session, but I see you got the blade” She whispered a ‘what does it look like?’ under her breath and turned towards her dressing table, pulling it from behind the wooden furniture. “What did you say?” I asked, a tad bit amused by her reaction. “Yes. I said yes” That was definitely not what she said but I will let it slide. The blade was finally in my possession. Anthonier was a bloody genius. She held the grip with a little cloth and the gem glistened in the warm afternoon sunlight. My blood called out to me in various tongues.

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

Alright, what a pain. “One second.” I opened my skill window and started scrolling. “Blade… blade… Oh, here it is.” [WIND BLADE]. Generic skill. I’ve seen this skill in a lot of animes and manga. But the upside is, I know exactly how this works. I clicked on the skill and motioned my hand at the chieftain. He was busy fighting with the human group that he didn’t notice us up here. “Wind blade.” Then I made a slashing motion, while imagining my blade to cut the chieftain’s head.

Being too distracted as I am, by the time I look back at her— her sword is nearly cutting my body. At that time… that moment… It’s as if my body was taken over for a moment. “One-Handed Sword Arts— Full Swing!” WHAM!!!!!!!!! When I realize it, Kuroyuki was sent blasting away like a cannonball. Both of her weapons broke, but her body was hard— like a diamond. I was expecting her to be taking some damage, and I was expecting her to be losing conscious by now. But the duel did not end. This means— she’s still conscious.