Guts Holding Sword Novels & Stories

he said, "Fortunately, there are only two of us here. No one has witnessed me being embarrassed in front of a younger generation yet." He grabbed the wine bottle gourd from his waist, pulled the plug with his teeth and gulped some wine down. A refreshing bouquet of wine immediately pervaded the summit of the lonely peak. Ding Hao furrowed his brow. He was beyond confused. "Well, now that you have seen through it, take it back. Your weapon is a good sword. Treasure it with all your being." Wiping the wine stains at the corners of his mouth, he whisked and tossed the rusty sword back to Ding Hao.

He just sits and smiles, satisfied with what's going on. I desperately look back to the situation. The first man has tripped the second man by using his foot to trip him and set the man backward onto his bottom. And before I can call for Cesar to make him stop them both from fighting, the first one plunges his sword into the man's stomach, the curved blade ripping out intestines. The crowd claps and cheers as the man raises his bloody sword high into the air. He throws the severed piece of the intestine into the fire and watches as the flame burns and ignites higher than it had before. Then the first man kneels

* death stare Celea hold her hand in the air than slowly closed her palm into a fist and you could see the air leaving the intruders body she then looked at the other intruder still in the position he was paralysed in and then soon got the same fate as his partner *bang* his body too fell to the ground "Commander are you alright ?"Michael shouted "What happened?" the other knights went also inside alerted by Michaels shouting "What happened here?" the knights shouted looking at the bodies lying on the floor

Using his initial surprise, I swung my sword overhead and came down in a vertical slice. I watched in shock as he caught my sword. He held onto it and I heard the metal start to crack. My sword broke but I used the broken sword and thrust it into his stomach that was now open, his hands still raised in the air holding the piece of my sword. Roaring, he stumbled back, clutching his stomach.

the sword gained weight. [The muscular slender man used both of his elbows to increase its strength from the heavier sword of Genesis, and he knew that it would be a trap for the slender man. While fighting against strength, Genesis released his grip to the sword, landing on the ground with the same level as the slender man’s legs.]

Does this mean I passed? "Congratulations Your Highness!" Cyrvian whispered in a jolly tone. I can feel that he's excited. After me was a familiar person, it's Luther. He doubtly stared at the sword. A minute later he decided to grab it. The blade of the sword glowed a bit radiant, more radiant than mine but there's something noticeable at the edge handle of the sword. Its like how the mages held the sword a while ago. The gem from the handle of the sword glowed a little, just like a spark.

She purses her lips in displease seeing everyone is leaping aside. 'Why in the hell would they leap away as if it's a vulture?! The sword is aimed straight and they could have just stepped aside from its way! Why would they do backflips and all? Is this a gymnastics class or what? And what's with that dude? Why is that guy breathing heavily as if he just escaped from a hunting lion?' She notices only a few guys just took a step aside and stood straight calmly. THUD! Her eyes follow the sound and see Parthib stopped the sword by holding it in his bare hand. The sharp edge has cut his palm resulting in bleeding.

If they want the stuff so much, will get the last after the newborn. "Report, the mistress already come." The servant kneels down. "Let her in" Elder 1 very happy face can't be hidden, he just more eccentric this time. "Elder 1, this is the stuff I mentioned earlier." She orders the servant to bring the table to the middle hall, put the sword there for everyone to examine. The weapon similar to normal stuff, no aurora comes out like a unique sword. "This is it!" The leader takes the sword, holds it like his girlfriend. His power increasing drastically, one swing point the table and gets spilt.

Holden squinted his eyes at Darryl. “Are you sure you don’t need a weapon?” Darryl slowly walked into the space and nodded. “Yes, we can start now.” Darryl’s attitude made Holden feel humiliated. He roared and held the giant sword in his hand as he leaped up, slashing at Darryl! Whoosh! Darryl felt a strong wind blow in his face, surprising him. ‘The saint power of this world is nothing special, but the aura that came from it is strong.’

Then stillness. The figure holding the sword rips it free carelessly, allowing the corpse to collapse heavily at his feet. Aspyn screams, the sound tearing wildly through the chamber as she scrambles backward on the floor in blind terror. The swordsman immediately turns toward her, his massive frame seeming even larger now beneath the lantern fire. Blood drips steadily from the sword in his hand as he raises it slightly. “And who the hell is this?” he growls. Aspyn breaks into sobs.