Novel & Cerita Danmachi: Sword Oratoria

Damian flicked his sleeves when he saw the incoming attack. In the next moment, a tower radiating five colors appeared in his hand. The palm-sized tower expanded in the wind, emanating boundless blue divine light on its surface. The myriad divine lights originally swirling around Damian rapidly converged at the top of the small tower, as if being summoned. The surrounding void distorted, and a dazzling beam of light shot through the air, colliding head-on with the Sky-Soil Heptagold Sword Energy!

But, unfortunately, very deadly too, so Rion often found himself left with no other choice than to kill them. The lizard narrowed his eyes at him. Especially at his sword. Rion knew all kinds of spirit weapons frightened demons. Spirit sword infused with pure spirit energy from the wielder. The stronger the wielder is, the stronger the sword, too. Rion swung the sword in the air twice. It thrummed in sync with his energy. "Sorry. I'll make it quick and less painful for you."

Daniel and Dario try shooting at him but it's not fucking useful and right now I'm too focused on trying to not die than to tell them. These Samurai range from ones that wear tameshi gusoku and ones that wear a kimono and the one I'm fighting is in armor. Swords clash furiously and I almost lose my grip until I realize that there's always an opening in the armor if it wasn't so dark I could find it

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.

" When the sun and moon will meet again, you will know the answer " " Do you mean the eclipse? " "Yes, but be aware that sword is not gonna kill you completely but it will put you in a very deep sleep " " That is even better since I may end up seeing the devil again if I am to die " " So how about the last question? " " The love between mates has nothing to do with the mate bond, no one can interfere with the sacred bond.." He couldn't continue because Celea interrupted him " Blah, blah, blag "

Damien said. " Enough of the introduction. Show me what you learned for thousands of years". Damien yelled as he charged at him. They fought furiously till Damien beat Dante. He fell weakly to the ground breathing heavily. Damien calls out a sword as it magically appears in his hands. "Demonic… . sword??". Dante's eyes widened in shock. " Shocked?? I expected that. Now it is time for you to die". Damien raise the sword up about to stab him " Max!! ". Dante yells.

After I state my own claim Mortius nods. “Then we'll proceed,” he says. One of the attendants steps forward. He holds a blade in one of his hands. It isn’t ornate. It isn’t ceremonial in the way I expected. No jewels. No embellishment. Just steel. Old and worn from ages of use. “Blood binds,” Mortius intones, “where words may lie.” The blade is offered to Damon first and he takes it without hesitation. He slits his palm open. The cut is clean.

Damon's POV I drew my sword slowly. The black steel gleamed beneath the rising sun. The battlefield fell silent for a heartbeat. Thousands of warriors stood behind me. Waiting. Trusting. Following. I lifted my blade toward the sky. "Today we fight for our families!" A thunderous roar answered me. "For our homes!" The army shook the valley with their response. "For everyone waiting for us to return!" The sound that followed was deafening. Weapons slammed against shields. Wolves howled. Vampires bared their fangs. Witches unleashed sparks of magic into the air. I could feel Max raging inside me. Not a wolf.

And the longer he absorbed the Reiki, the rate of absorption increased as well. Through it all, no one noticed that he was calmly cultivating—not even the three Danmarch elders who had slipped in to assassinate him had expected their target to have blended into their own camp! Soon, Caleb extended his sense into the ring Brax provided and began to practice with the sword art manual inside. "Legiondeath Sixteen…!" His eyes narrowed as he flipped through the pages, where each style and corresponding sword art was written. For speed and assassination, it was the Windrider, Windpiercer, Windsearer, and Windblazer!

loving one of his hobbies will lead to the other’s destruction, swordplay, and dancing are two different categories until Jimboy remember all the steps in swordplay and the step in his dance and to his surprise, most of them have in common in a blink of an eye and enlightenment suddenly arrived at him! -SKILL GENERATED!- -SKILLS HAS BEEN UPDATED- -GENERATE: SKILL- SWORD DANCE= SWORDSMANSHIP AND DANCING AT THE SAMETIME- -SKILL: CLUTCH CHANGED TO SWORD DANCE- RESTRAIN- -RESTRAIN: USING THE SHOCKWAVE AT THE GROUND, ANY ENEMY THAT WAS HIT BY IT WILL MOMENTARILY STUN