Hawkeye Mihawk Sword Novels & Stories

Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life. The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless. It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.

“No. We left when we found this sword.” “Can I see it?” “Yes.” He handed him the sword. Myllyof looked at it, as did Velsusi who ran his fingers along the blade and then examined the hilt. “Thank you.” Velsusi gave it back to Erwaith. “Guard it well.” “I will, Old Hawk.” Erwaith went to check on the crew. “Well?” Myllyof sounded anxious again. “Well, what?” “What is the sword or rather, whose was it?”

But first… I need to buy something to protect myself. ”Wai, open the store. I want to buy the sacrificial sword“ [Sacrificial sword. A sword that helps the user make a blast that is 10x his normal hit. This would only happen one time for every 25 seconds. It cost 150 harto. You currently have 220 harto. Do you still want to purchase it?] Letting out a sigh, it is not as if I can go on like this without any weapon. But wait… isn't a gun more useful than a sword? I always use a sacrificial sword which is why I was so used to it. But, a sword for long-distance combat, isn't it… a little useless?

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.

Mia said while holding onto a short blade. That was her innate sword, the Spiritual Sparrow. It was an upper divine-grade weapon. Chase had been adding restrictions and formations to her sword for the past few months. Even a martial divine emperor would find it to be a formidable weapon. Quinn took out her innate weapon as well. It was the Five Phoenix Fan, which was also an upper divine-grade weapon. It was made out of five different Phoenix feathers and was very powerful even without any sacrificial refinement on restrictions.

Harvey's face was twisted with rage, he channeled all his martial arts strength into the heavy sword through his right arm. The sword's edge exuded a gleam that was over a foot long and it shimmered brilliantly. It was clear that Harvey had lost all his patience; his only desire was to kill the man in front of him and to avenge past humiliations. Immediately, he thrust his sword toward Woody and aimed for a fatal blow. Whoosh! The blade's edge cut through the air with a sharp whistle, it was swift as a gale and fierce as lightning. "Quick, look! That's the Iron Sword Sect's most powerful technique, 'The West Strike!'"

The priest procured a short sword, glinting under the sun’s rays. Eric halted, staring at the sharp weapon the priest conjured. The nails of his left hand elongated and became sharper while a diamond axe appeared in his other hand. **** “What was that you said about my mother?” Meru asked the Medjay as they exchanged strikes, sword versus spear. “Are you sure you are ready to listen to the story?” Mazoi answered with a question. “Yes!” Meru gritted his teeth. “Well, I shall tell you then.” Then Mazoi attacked him head on.

Marcus told us and Misha suddenly became depressed. She is not good with swords! Misha is somehow afraid of swords before. I can see how Misha turned pale. "Hey, you can tell him about your fear of swords." I looked at Misha as if his tongue was numb but he couldn't even react. She lost it. It looked scared as it looked at the swords. "Hey Marcus, Misha couldn't handle a sword. She has selective Aichmophobia, particularly with swords." I promise here. Maybe that's not a bad thing to say, right? Misha looked like he was about to lose his temper while looking at the swords.

When Jacket was providing cover for him, Jim had already started forming a mystic technique, channeling all his spiritual power into the blade. In a moment, Jim's sword underwent a bizarre transformation. The entire long blade was now fiery red, flames engulfing it. The flames resembled lava, continuously dripping from the blade like flowing blood. Jim's momentum drastically changed; he looked like a Shura returned from hell. He stared fixedly at Sebastian, the flames on the blade reflecting in his pupils. For a moment, he truly seemed like a Shura returned from the abyss. "I'll take your life, in memory of my brother!"

Maddie jerked. “Don’t even think about it, Darling.” Jason growled, though the smile on his lips was inviting. Her eyes widened as she looked at the curved knife in his grip. It was a Scian mhór, the blade he had chosen for the weapons trial, however that wasn’t the memory that rushed her, forcing her to stumble back a step. No, it was the memory of another curved blade, one that had lodged deep in her shoulder when she deflected it from striking Michael.