Front Advanced Beam Blades Novels & Stories

"They're special made, extremely lightweight blades meant for speed more than anything else. They're not going to pierce through any heavy armor, but if you know where to strike, they'll still do far better than any knife." I was honestly stunned for a moment as I just looked up at him. Since when did he give me things? Especially something like this. Was he feeling okay? "Thank you... I really appreciate it," I whispered, a little more than dumbfounded as I quickly glanced over the blades. They were nothing fancy, but he was right, they were extremely lightweight. Normally, I wouldn't even be able to lift a normal sword, but I could carry both of these no problem.

Under the sunlight, the blade's edge reflected a blinding, cold light. Even the panicked Fabian squinted and instinctively dodged.

She filled them all with mortal dread as she entered her Cyclone Stance and expertly spun around in the middle of them. Her blades followed her as she went, and cut into the terrorists with exacting precision. The Ra’ventrii blade’s razor-thin edges sliced cleanly through their heavy armor and bit deep into the flesh and bone far below. Those around her were almost instantly sliced to ribbons as gouts of blood poured out of their wounds. A few of them made choking sounds as their lives exited their bodies, which began to slowly fall to the ground. It was as though they were gradually realizing just how dead they were.

To defense his quick attack, Hoshi swayed his double edges blade in ice pick grip. The double edges blade was design to enhance the tip of the knife. This bevel gives the blade an ability to pierce and break deeply into its subject. It's usually use for skinning animals; thus, isn't it the best weapon to beat a beast like HongYoonChoi's prime slayer.

I didn’t even blink. My hands moved to the twin blades at my sides—obsidian-forged, curved, deadly. I’d carved the hilts with my own blood the night before I came here. I didn’t name them. They weren’t sacred. They were efficient. The beast let out a roar that shook the arena. Dust spilled from the balconies. I heard nobles flinch. Someone screamed. I ran straight toward it. No hesitation. No waiting for orders. Let the vampires see this clearly.

Chris picked up the undamaged box and held it up. “This is to prevent the unit from breaking. There is a gas tank on the front and backing the unit. The rear tank has a hose that attaches to the primary air supply. This serves as a second air supply. The front tank will slowly leak gas into the sheathes to prevent the outside air from corroding the blades. Now for these three blades you will have a single hilt at your disposal.” Chris passed around the sword hilts and a blade. “Take note of the lever on the side of the handle. Squeeze the lever and slide the handle into the blade.”

The next moment, more than twenty of the beast mechs pulled out their weapons. These weapons were pretty advanced. They weren't rifles or machine guns, not even freeze guns or heat guns. They were beam guns. Beam guns have extremely strong penetrating power, and it's like firing a laser. There's no need to fire one shot at a time, just hold the trigger down and the beam will keep blasting continuously. They were like the Death Laser, but the enhanced version. Not in terms of power, of course, but duration. "Windfall, be careful, those things actually pack a punch."

The blades whistled sharply, stopping mere inches from Ray. Oh? In the VIP section to the left of the grand hall, Alexander cradled his drink, eyes tracking Hec and Hunter's every move. His gaze intensified for a moment before he murmured, "Moving Fist, Horizontal Blade, Breaking Slash." Ray's senses snapped to attention. His hand flew to the alloy sword at his waist, drawing it in a flash. He stepped diagonally forward with his left foot, his wrist snapping the sword's flat side across his back. Then, reversing his grip, he brought the blade down in a fierce arc above his head.

signals as they passed. Suddenly, a "High-Frequency" beam cut through the snow. Volkov appeared—a "Muscular" silhouette draped in "Recycled" wolf-furs and "Sovereign" armor. He held a "Zero-Point" blade that hummed with a "Sociopathic" blue light.

Purple patches and blade marks marred his body, and even in a transformed state, the gaping wounds could be seen. Opposite him was Razor, the holder of the Blade Lion technique. Razor was also in his transformed state, towering over Shao by half a meter. His eyes were cold and menacing, not anything like his regular genial self, and his claws and paws were stained with Shao’s blood. Protruding from his elbows, forearm, heel, and calves, were sharp blades that could tear through steel easily. These blades were stained with Shao’s blood as well. In contrast, Razor did not have a single wound on him. “Submit,” his strong voice appealed to his opponent’s sense of reason. There was no need to con