Blind Swordsman Novels & Stories

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.

“This must be the legendary Thirteen Heavenly Swords!” “Wrong. That was only the First Sword Realm. According to my understanding, the Thirteen Heavenly Swords have two sword realms. The Second Sword Realm is the true form of the Thirteen Heavenly Swords.” The martial artists watched the battle in the distance. Everyone was shocked by Tobias’ swordsmanship. He moved as fast as lightning. Boom! Another collision of swords happened. James held up his Blade of Justice to block the attack. Tobias slashed down from above and pressed his sword against the Blade of Justice.

“This sword technique is divided into five parts, the Moon Harvest Sword, Mountain-Splitting Sword, Sun-Piercing Sword, Sultry Sword, and Emotional Sword. If you practice the technique to perfection, you can even split mountains apart.” After that, the old man told Philip the stories of his experiences when he was young like a lonely old man. Philip had some guesses about his identity, but after so many years, what remained should only be a shred of his soul. “It's getting late. It’s time to send you back.” As the old man was about to close his eyes and disappear, Philip stopped the old man and asked, “I don’t know your name yet.” “I’ve long forgotten my name, but others call me the Bamboo S

"Alright lad. Allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Bladesmith. I'm the Lycan in charge of this village's armory and I'm also the weapon master instructor." Kirou then grabbed his hand and shook it. "Greetings Bladesmith. My name is Kirou and I'm a new Weapon Master recruit. Please instruct me." "Very good lad. Since that old man sent you here and you were patient enough to allow me to finish crafting this knife, allow me to gift it to you." Bladesmith then retrieved the knife and passed it to Kirou. Kirou raised an eyebrow but accepted the knife nonetheless.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

Meanwhile, Damian, who had been listening to everything on the side, suddenly looked up and said, "You didn't even spare a baby who was barely three months old? You're such a bastard!" Blade's eyes turned cold. He pointed at Damian and said, "I'm going to stab your mouth before I kill you!" With that, a powerful force suddenly erupted from Blade's body. He bent his arm and immediately charged toward Damian like a military tank, planning to attack him with his elbow. Damian remained unfazed. A faint sneer appeared on his lips. Then, he thrust his palms forward and pushed hard. A gust of wind arose, the air rippling and whistling around his palms.

Two more guards attached together and Luz met them head-on, steel clashing against steel as he turned one strike aside and ducked beneath another. Luz’s longsword moved with remarkable control forcing the pair backward, one lost his footing after a hard parry while the other found himself unable to break through Luz’s defences. Luz cut them down quickly while two guards attempted to flank him. The swordsman spun to face the nearest attackers, his black blade intercepting a downward strike. With a powerful shove, he drove the guard backward into his companion, disrupting their assault. Both struggled to regain their balance. Seeing his chance, the man pressed the attack. His sword flashed fro

She fought like a wolf—elusive, patient, aiming for tendons and openings. Clack. Clack. THUMP. She landed a solid blow on his ribs. He returned one on her shoulder that numbed her arm for a second. They broke apart, breathing harder now, a new respect dawning in the space between them. This was no longer a test. It was a conversation. Their blades spoke a language of feints, parries, and counters. He learned she favored her left side when tiring. She learned he had a tells when he was about to lunge. They were evenly matched in skill, but differently schooled. His was the art of the duel. Hers was the art of the kill.

“Yes, and no matter how strong Dudley is, he won’t be able to beat the Double Moon Swordsman since he’s been an Agility of level two for a long time. There’s just too much of a difference in power between them.” “Yeah, it’s just his luck to be paired against the Double Moon Swordsman. I heard that his double saber attacks are very fast and tricky.” It was obvious that most of the apprentices and initiates in the crowd did not have high hopes for Dudley coming out the winner. Dudley ignored the Double Moon Swordsman. He kept turning his bone staff around which created a low hum echoing through the air.

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .