Novel & Cerita Break Blade Manga

The thoughts… they rumble in my head that there is nothing clear I can open up. “Adira…” I twitched at the soft melodious voice that suddenly rang out in the air. My gaze then starts to meander from side to side in search of whom did that come from. “Come out who you are.” “Adira… you are the blade.” “Who are you?”

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.

The two warriors crashed to the earth, free but shaken. Sebastian staggered, eyes wide with rage and surprise. He snarled, driving his blade upward in a furious slash. I dropped to one knee, shielding myself with my arm. The blade carved a line of smoke across my armor. I spat blood and pain, but roared back as I righted myself and struck at his wrist. A sickening crack told me I had broken bone. He dropped the blade with an oath and staggered backward, clutching his arm.

someone screams. But Jamie's not attacking. She's using Elena's size against her. Runs under her. Between her legs. Too small and fast to catch. Gets behind her. Where the neck meets the shoulder. The weak point Meredith showed her. Dragon bone blade raised. One shot. One chance. She jumps. Higher than human should. Dragon magic enhancing. The blade drives into the weak point. Deep. Through scales. Through crystallized essence. Elena roars. Not pain. Shock. "How... that's impossible..." She shifts back to human. The blade still embedded.

[Blade Law] Eliza also played her final trump card. The sword shattered as her blade shone pure white. Despite this, the broken surfaces were now held together by peculiar energy. She, too, ran ahead. Eliza's eyelids flutter with apprehension. She wasn't sure if her blade would be more powerful. This was a warrior who questioned whether her blade could be as powerful as a mage's. Sia's gaze was fixed when the two blades collided. The sword she was holding shattered and fell to the ground.

The next thing everyone knew, he stomped onto a longsword on the ground, breaking it into half immediately. The tremor sent the broken blade flying. It was lodged right in Makoto’s throat while everyone watched it happen, unable to react in time. Needless to say, Makoto was shocked. He clutched his throat helplessly, an incredulous expression permanently etched on his face. Then, he slid to the ground slowly and breathed his last.

Maya Kaye's Phoenix Sword was broken into three pieces. And she herself, together with the instantly torn oil paper umbrella, flew out hundreds of meters, fell to the ground, and was unconscious. Next was Omar Pine holding three swords of Fire, Ice, and Wind. After two moves, the Eight Divine Ruler swept across. The two swords of Fire and Ice were first broken. Blade of Wind carried Omar Pine who displayed the Raging Sea Storm and had just flashed more than 30 meters away. The Nation Master waved his Eight Divine Ruler. In an instant, an eight-story building appeared out of thin air and smashed toward Omar Pine's head.

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.

There was a strong, electrifying energy surrounding her, as she unleashed a surge of raw power from her fingertips while fighting back with precise yet desperate movements. However, that was insufficient. A sharp blade cut through the atmosphere, striking her right under the rib cage. Amora took a sharp breath, her body twitching from the impact as she staggered backwards, her sight blurring from the pain. She rushed her hand to her side, her fingers covered in blood, but she continued without pausing. She was unable to halt. Not at this moment.