Guts Black Swordsman Arc Novels & Stories

The green misty veil that covered old man Jenkins’ body further corroded the sword and it broke just milliseconds after impact. The swordsman was infuriated. His beloved sword! It was gone just like that? His smile turned to a scowl. He waved his hand and a new sword appeared. Old man Jenkins paused, processing his thoughts at the speed of a supercomputer. He stared at the sword, trying to find if anything was special about it, but no, it only seemed like a regular claymore, which made Old man Jenkins instantly feel on edge. He looked at the swordsman whose smiling face had darkened into a sinister scowl. He knew he had to be cautious. After all, why would the swordsman angrily materialize a

He summoned something. "Black Shark Sword! Lord Sha Wuji refined it with his own Divine Soul!" The fishmen turned pale with fright. They did not expect to see the black shark sword! It was refined by Sha Wuji's own spirit. In other words, if something went wrong with the black shark sword, Sha Wuji might die. Caspian looked at the huge black long sword and felt that its color was so deep that no one could see the end of it. If he continued to look at it, he would feel a sense of primitive desolation coming at him.

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.

He had been backed into a corner with no way out. In a flash, the massive black sword—still radiating a powerful killing intent—locked onto Gareth and surged downward with a whistle. "I can't!" Gareth was seized by absolute terror. He staggered backward repeatedly, yet had nowhere to dodge. He made a frantic, last-second adjustment to ensure his heart and lungs weren't in the direct line of fire. The massive black sword—long enough to span half the deathmatch stage—skewered Gareth through the midsection, and with a sudden upward motion, carried Gareth's body into the air, trapping him there.

Once he took action, it was either them or him! "Insolence! Who dares screw around on the turf of us Blackmoon Traders!" A voice snarled viciously, and they could all feel the powerful aura charging straight at Caleb, only for him to swing his sword in retaliation. World Burial Sword—Earthsplitter! Boom! Suddenly airblades were launched forward and tearing deep gashes into the sturdy obsidian floor. And the person who had just spoken was cut in half despite their powerful aura, their blood and guts splattering all over the floor gruesomely!

“It’s definitely nothing good.” “Oh, it’s definitely good.” He grinned. “You broke your katana a year ago, right?” “That gift’s a sword?” “Not just any sword. It’s a legendary black sword— and you are probably the only person who could retrieve it.” “Me…?” “Hmm… what was it again…? Oh! It was said that the wielder of the black sword is stupid, foolish, hot-headed, short-tempered and retarded. It suits you perfectly, so go ahead and take it, brat.”

The man said as his fighting spirit rose. “Let's fight far from here.” Ding Bang said as he looked at everyone's scared face. “Why? Are you afraid that these weak maggots got implicated?” The man smirked. He raised his right hand up in the air, a majestic black sword with dragon engraved on it appeared. Mysterious words were written on its blade up to its hilt. Its sharp edge shines in cold luster with faint diamond aura surrounding it. An indication that his sword was a Triple S rank item.

Meanwhile, the swordsman in the white cloth that Zhou Fu met when he was about to go to the Luzon Sea had a gray aura. Aura grades above blue are red auras i.e. those who reach the range of 101 to 200 inner circle. The red aura point is usually only reached by a talented swordsman when he is in his 40s. Only warriors with special circumstances were usually able to reach the crimson aura before the age of 40, including Zhou Fu and the young Patriarch Yuan Kai. In the next level is an aura that is gray, then black, and finally white. However, it is said that throughout the history of mankind, the strongest swordsman in the entire universe was only able to reach the point of black aura at its h

] "Ready... They all took their swords out. Rag activated his blood soldiers. Pajim's has thunder power. Gicep has a black sword of fire. Gifud has the power of creating illusions. His illusions cause the opponent to go all out with a fake person apparently looking like him, and after they get completely exhausted. Gifud finishes them with a blow.

Jin said angrily. The tall and thin disciple in black snorted and said, "Of course I hope we can win, but don't expect too much from the warrior of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect." Jin wanted to say something but stopped to watch the battle after seeing Ding Hao shake his head. "Very good. I'm interested in your strength." Black Mountain Demon Emperor clenched his hands in the void, and two huge black machetes showed up in his hands. The blades were as curved as the moon, with demonic streaks flashing. They were terrible sharp weapons.