Novel & Cerita Eye For An Eye Blind Swordsman

Even their eyes have never shown fazed every time they've sliced the throat of their opponent. Himari is now facing a young adult man holding an ax. The nasty blade was dripping with fresh blood of his victims. Himari remained calm, yet her azure eyes are flaming like the hottest fire. The right arm is in front of her chest, while the other one was on her back, both hold a weapon. Her firm standing and stunt have a resemblance to western royal swordplay.

"Test its power, my friend." Oswald's eyes gleamed with malice, his hand steady as he unsheathed his sword. He picked a soldier at random, his gaze almost predatory as he neared the chosen target. The man trembled, fear etched onto his face as he awaited his fate. With a swift movement, Oswald plunged his sword into the soldier's chest, aiming for a fatal blow. However, there was no cry of pain, no life lost in that moment. The soldier blinked, his bewildered eyes looking down at the sword impaled in his body, but he remained unscathed.

Abhiman attacked again; once more, the blindfolded prince held him at bay with unnerving ease. The duel pressed on, but the balance was clear. Even without sight, Ayman dominated, his every movement exact, controlled, merciless. Yet Abhiman, relentless in his fervor, pressed forward with an intensity he had never shown before. His blows carried bitterness, hidden but sharp. It did not matter. With calculated grace, Ayman forced him back, stroke upon stroke, until Abhiman’s sword slipped from his grasp and clattered to the ground. Cornered, breathless, he froze as Ayman pulled away the silk from his eyes, blade poised a hair’s breadth from his throat.

If they didn’t care about throwing their idol the Blind Sword Saint face away, they would have already fought with this young master Yao and his elders. “Sigh… If you insist…” Sighing in tiresome, Xia Zheng removed his blindfold and opened his eyes for everyone to see. Before their eyes, are the murky white eyes that did not respond to any of the stimulation whether its light or movement of people. “His eyes are completely blind! Then those precise movements that he had shown he uses only his sense of sound to achieve it!?” One of the cultivators exclaims in disbelief. It’s not that they don’t believe Xia Zheng in the first place, they knew that he can’t see through his blindfold. But still,

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

Chapter 6: Two Fathers, Two Sons I was outwitted! I need to be faster! Lily was way more powerful than I have imagined. As she stood in front of me, she tried punching my face with her left fist, but I crouched down and evaded her hand. I retorted by kicking her left side of her body. I throw my knife at her, as I flipped back vertically. She squatted downwards, almost touching the floor, as I stood straight. I attacked again with a shot, as she rushed towards me using her swords. She slashed the bullet that I used to attack her. She was still running at great speed, and send two swords drifting towards me.

When I go to stand back up to find somewhere to hide, I’m thrown backwards into a tree, hitting my head. I groan and let my vision come to focus. My head begins to throb as I sit up and I notice I am nowhere near the fight. A hooded figure comes to view, I try to stand but stumble from dizziness. The hooded figure gets closer and lets out a horrid screech. I start gasping as a blue wisp starts to come from my parted lips and I feel as if my energy is being drained. Right before darkness consumes me, I see those purple eyes with gold flecks.

Whispering sweet nothing in her ear, he had pressed his palm over her mouth and had plunged deep inside her. "Stop staring," a sneer followed by a brutal punch in his jaw brought him back from the reverie. He looked up to see a spiteful scowl hanging over her features. Lost in admiring her, he didn't feel the sword slashing through his bicep and finding its way up against his throat. "Rule no. 14, always look in the eyes of the enemy while fighting," she stated with a victorious gleam in her eyes as she pressed the knife tightly against his throat.

"You're what? Three months old? Four?" It pulled back. "I have her memories." "Memories aren't self." I followed. Crowding its space. "You remember being blind. But you've never been in darkness. You remember loving me. But you've never felt anything." Its hand rose. Knife. Small. Professional. I didn't move. "Kill me," I said. "And you prove I'm right. That you're just violence. Just emptiness. Just—" The window shattered. Not gunshot. Rock. Simple.

“She alright?” “She’s more than alright,” he said. “She’s leading drills.” I blinked. “Drills?” “With your warriors. My warriors. The ones who used to side-eye her like she was contagious.” My brow rose. “She’s training them?” “Blind-fighting,” he confirmed. “She’s running circles around them, Damon. Literally. She had five of them try to flank her—they didn’t land a single hit.” A slow smirk tugged at my lips. “I assume Theo was one of them?”