Blind Swordsman Novels & Stories

After all, why would the swordsman angrily materialize a regular sword after seeing the extent of his ability. ‘He has access to rare spatial rings. There must be something special about this sword. I have to be careful.' Old man Jenkins thought as he briefly looked over the swordsman shoulders and saw that Ruthless had grabbed Wilson by the collar of his button-up shirt that was riddled with holes in the front from him taking the male twin oldie’s punches. Before he could make out anything else, the swordsman groaned and swung his double handed claymore horizontally from the left, intending to split him in half at the waist. Old man Jenkins immediately faced his own troubles first.

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

“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.

Her thin lips issued a gliding command. At that instant, a beam of silver light shot out from the centre of the palm, causing a powerful boom when it met the attack power of the three wolves. "You viciously killed my subordinate, Blind Woman!" A man shouted while launching a long-range attack to deflect Sicily's attack. However, his efforts fell short as he could only let out a long groan. "You, who dares to interrupt my fun?" the man asked with a gasp. Sicily turned her head in the direction of the voice, the tip of her long lobe moved and twitched, then her lips curled into a strange smile making the man narrow his eyes.

"Let's find you a more worthy opponent this time. Sigurd!" The giant slowly made his way to stand in front of Brand, his great longsword held loosely in his massive hand. The newcomer took up his own blade and nodded once. Rather than striking immediately, the two large men circled each other taking each other's measure. Sigurd tired of the waiting first and struck a blow. Brand seemed to parry it easily, but from that moment, the fight was on.

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

"You can't hide forever. Someday in the future, you'll end up in my bed. "As for this useless gigolo, I'll kill him now." He pulled the saber from behind and slashed at Qin Haodong, but his eyes were still staring at Hu Xiaoxian's beautiful face. He was a supreme power, known for moving really fast. That was why he was called "the Fastest Saber". He wasn't trying his best on this attack, but his saber was fast enough, cutting towards Qin Haodong's face. Qin Haodong sneered and reached with his right hand. The Thousand Blades appeared in his hand. Then he slashed out.

The Cobra’s spear showed that he was a spear wielder that took the agility route. Following behind them were the last 2 gladiators, the Blind Monk and the Silent Assassin. The Blind Monk, according to his name had a blind eye which covered with a white cloth. He had a slightly darker tone and looked like he was an Indian monk. He wielded a broad sword as his weapon while his teammate, the Silent Assassin chose 2 sharp daggers. The sight of these 5 gladiators charging forward looked extremely imposing and intimidating, as these same 5 already set a frightening record of destroying other teams with this same momentum.