Inferior Magic Swordsman Novels & Stories

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.

I don’t know where to look, there are still so many standing mages, I have to get them on their knees. I made another spell and planted it on the ground, it does not only but also hurt them physically. Everyone halted as they feel the pain of light crawling on their body. I made another set of sword magic and released it towards them. They are all on the ground and can barely move a muscle. The spell also drained my mana but the sword did not hit me. I almost fell on my knees but I was able to straighten my knees. I felt exhausted. I wanted to cry as I heard a loud buzzer, I won.

Their movements were a blur as if time itself had slowed to accommodate their swift and merciless advance. In mere seconds, they closed the distance between us, their eyes blazing with a cold, calculating intent. Their swords, imbued with the power of magic, seemed to hum with otherworldly energy as they aimed for my neck. I stood tall, my voice low and menacing as I uttered a single, disdainful word: "Puny ants." I knew that these four magic swordsmen, a rare and formidable class, excelled in both long-range and short-range combat. Their skills were exceptional, but I was confident that I could destroy them.

White Mane was in pain from the ice magic and now the martial art strike, looking down at the damage his body had received. "Fire magic... Ice magic and even martial arts... What the hell is this guy?" He said to himself as he used the flat of his sword placing it against the ice wound on his body, allowing it to absorb the magic and heal him. However, the same did not work for the wound on his chest, something Xolvion noticed with interest. "So that sword couldn't absorb that attack. I guess it makes sense considering that the martial art skills I have use chi rather than magic."

"What the- what is this?" Minos yelled. He looked over to Rei, whose hands were now holding on to the handle of the sword hanging on his belt. "Hold it." Cassana snapped. A faint yellow light now emanates from the gem. A floating luminous circle, humming and riddled with runes, was hovering above it. The same identical circle was also wrapped around Rei's right arm. As Cassana pulled the staff lower, the circle around Rei became tighter. "A sorcerer!" Minos, again stating the obvious.

"And the same goes for others." After that conversation, he took our weapons and started fixing them. I didn’t quite notice every single change that had happened to my sword, but there’s one thing I’m sure of; it turned out to be wonderful and much lighter than it was before. The moment I began to sway it, the blue and white smoke from the sword movements simply amazed me. The details and the outcome of its appearance are nothing but amazing. It was a fine and reputedly magical sword with two sharp blade edges made in crystal and a silver white cruciform lightly covered by gold chains.

Until the magic rested and the swords appeared in my mind again, but different now. The handles had become onyx in color and the blades silver and gold. They were beautiful, but more than that, they were a combination of my vampire magics as well as the elven crown. "I have them," I said. Lirle said: That is excellent. Next, think about the swords and imagine your magic becoming one with them. I didn't tell her that had already happened. I just nodded. Though I was still full of questions, a peace passed through me, and I opened my eyes.

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

"Rita—" "Was that not supposed to happen?" Rita whispered. Before Freda could answer, a smooth voice cut in. "Impressive.” A boy—tall, with sharp cheekbones and an easy smile—stepped into their space. He wore his magic like a second skin, the air around him crackling faintly. "Derek," he introduced himself, extending a hand to Rita. "You must be new." Freda’s posture stiffened almost imperceptibly, but she said nothing.

Then his sister finishes with the chain combo and the super special move from the blind swordsman. “Ahhhhhhh! I don’t want to play this shitty game anymore! Why can’t I under a slight poke from the scabbard of that swordsman!? This is ridiculous! I’m even able to resist a full power pierce attack from the Ascension realm experts wielding an Ascension Grade spear!” Tian Xiulan wailed and threw a console joy in her hand while Liu Xiling used her spirit qi to catch it before it hit the wall and broke. Zhu Wushang happens to let out a chuckle at his wife's antics.