Inferior Magic Swordsman Novels & Stories

Chapter 90: Marvelous Opportunity “BEING a sword master doesn’t mean we will only use swords alone forever. That’s not like that. It’s a misconception, a prejudice about our group. We’re not just muscle headed people. We also use our brains. Sword masters are bearer type mages who give their mana to their mediums—which are swords—to produce even greater results,” their instructor said. It is the third day of Luna’s play time. Today, Tiffany is discussing something about their group’s specialty—sword.

Zane looks at the gear and walks forward to the counter and asks, "what's this? Can you explain it to me? I'm a new shopper." "This is the finest craft I have. Magic infused armor that uses your mana to provide a physical defense. And this sword is 'Mronie'. Crafted from the finest metal anyone can find, which is 'Prijon', it's infused with magic as well to make it lighter," the shopkeeper explained thoroughly and politely. "Does he even have any Gold or silver to pay for all that?" Clarissa asked Lucia. "I'm not sure as well," Lucia bluntly said. "If he doesn't have any, looks like we'll have to pay for it ourselves," Lucia added.

My eyes landed on the balcony where the robed sorcerers were attacking from above. Raged filled me and without thinking I gathered my magic in my hand and unleashed a powerful lightning bolt down onto the robed men. The blue tendrils of electricity blew them off of the balcony and to the ground below. Looking down at my hand with wide eyes, I wondered what in the h*ll just happened. 'Selene!' I heard a voice in my head and turned around. It was Cassius who was running toward me in his wolf form. "Cassius, thank the Gods you are all right!" I cried in relief.

Lucy The rag was still in my hand, but my fingers had gone numb. My whole body felt like it had gone cold when Riker said those words. Pet. I’d heard worse, yes. But the way the men in the lot laughed—or pretended not to—burned hotter than fists ever had. Fists left bruises that faded. Words stuck, carved into the softest places of you. I kept polishing the chrome because I didn’t know what else to do. The metal shone under my hand, but the shine didn’t matter. I didn’t matter. That’s what Riker had meant. I was just something Blake had picked up on the side of the road. Disposable.

A man breathless, standing valiantly before all his enemies. He was called Cyou chen, a swordsman who earned an unrivaled title. After being trained by the nine demon swordsmen. Chyou Chen travels the world to fight with various expert warriors from all over the country. "Why are you just silent?" Chyou chen asked, while wiping the sweat that filled his forehead. "Quickly hand over all the martial books you haveAfter that we will let you live."

The Trident Pistol and the Immemorial Dragon Sword crashed onto one another, and the entire space started to shake aggressively. Lucas took ten meters back. He lifted the Immemorial Dragon Sword and snorted coldly, “Holy Domineering Demonic Sword Script!” Then, he swung his sword down. Innumerable scary sword rays, along with ancient demons shot out. Broom! The attack of the Holy Domineering Demonic Sword Script had landed on the superior warrior in the end as well. To Lucas’ surprise, the superior warrior did not suffer from the slightest bit of injury and was stunned.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

Her eyes were shiny white as she said once again, "Don't be a fool Himeko. Stop right at the moment." He finally gave up as he stepped down and his sword vanishes. He gave Gabriel the most killing glare as he venomously said, "Why you always have to come in between?" She replied getting quite frustrated, "Because you won't listen in the first go. Let's go now." He didn't want to go but he knew better than ignoring her. As he joined her the muscle guy finally spoke up in his heavy voice, "That was a good one, Himeko." The boy looked hopefully at the huge beast as he asked in full enthusiasm, "Really? Was it?"

He took a step forward and planned to completely trample Yang Xiao to death. Yang Xiao was also stunned. He could not believe that the Japanese Sword Sage would shamelessly repeat the same trick. She was going to attack him a second time. One had to know that the Japanese Sword Sage was the world's best swordsman. He could even be called the King of Swords. Yang Xiao's strength was really not enough to deal with such a peerless super sword hero in the world. "My apologies. Although you are very strong, you are not my match in the end. If you surrender now, I can let you die a better death. Do you understand, rubbish?" the Japanese Sword Sage laughed coldly.

It was Christopher's turn to be disappointed. "Stubborn old bastard!" He groaned. "I'm only in my twenties!" Marcus yelled angrily. "Guess you are familiar with magic weapons. Except your sword seems to be on a completely different level." Christopher smiled, his other sword ignited in flames the color of the sun. 'He has two!' Marcus's eyes opened wide is surprise, magic weapons would usually take a lot out of people, but this... This kid! was wielding two of them and showing no sign of wearing down. As if he was completely unaffected.