Level 5 Skimming Blade Novels & Stories

His gaze swept over Kael and lingered a moment too long, a thin, predatory smile crossing his lips. “You have survived your first test,” Harken began, voice low, deliberate, commanding attention without raising it. “Now, you will enter the Trial of Blades. Only precision, wit, and courage will keep you alive. Strength alone will fail you.” He raised his hand, and the courtyard floor shuddered. Sections of the stone split open, revealing a complex maze of raised platforms, narrow ledges, swinging blades, and hidden pits. The labyrinth stretched farther than Kael could see, shadows twisting unnaturally across every surface.

Yoel's eyes blazed with intensity as he bellowed. Whoosh! In a flash, his wrist flicked in a blur, his blade's movements a whirlwind of shadows that coalesced into a spectral blade, its presence icy and lethal. The phantom blade whirled with an almost magical speed, cutting through the combined assault of the five attackers with ease. It tore through their defenses, leaving a deep, terrifying slash on each of them. The elder from the Calnan family hesitated for just a moment before he crumpled to the ground, his body gruesomely split in two, blood gushing out like a fountain.

My nipples rapidly tighten into hard tingling points, and I fervently wished he would reach out to play with one of them just to relieve the aching a bit. Jack scooted to the edge of the bench until I was positioned right between his legs. Then snapped his hard thighs closed so I was unable to move back or forwards as he finally revealed the thing in his hand. It was a large sliver flip blade pocketknife and with one smooth motion, he flipped it open. He kept his eyes glued on my face watching it closely for signs of pain. I sucked in a breath, as a sense of panic began to rise as I watch him check the sharpness of the blade before leaning forward and laying it flat on my thigh.

SCHWING. It wasn't a flashy display. There were no golden lights or roaring dragons. It was a single, terrifyingly complete arc—the blade leaving the scabbard and completing its stroke in a fraction of a millisecond. Internal energy didn't just flow into the steel; it condensed at the razor-thin edge in the absolute final millimeter of the draw. The atmosphere split. A hairline fracture of displaced air zipped across the dark earth. Ten meters ahead, a clean, silent trench opened in the soil, the edges glowing faintly from sheer kinetic friction.

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

Justice's metal net. "This is everything I could find that resembles what is it you asked for," SpeedBlade says, bending over to place his hands on his knees. I can hear him panting as he pushes himself up. "Use it well because I ran all over the city for it, and now I'm about to collapse." "Hey," I say, looking between the piles and SpeedBlade. "That was rude of you. What was that for?"

They unleashed Resonance Blasts (concentrated pulses of sound and Isotope energy) that slammed against the Sonic Shield, making the blue dome flicker ominously. "They’re trying to shatter the shield!" Kazimir roared, drawing his Underwater Combat Blade (a specialized, plasma-edged knife designed to cut through hardened materials). "We have to break through!" He moved like a steel torpedo, kicking off a splayed leg of one of the Sentries. His blade, crackling with focused energy, sliced through the creature’s chitinous armor, severing a limb. The Sentry shrieked, a high-frequency whine that vibrated through Elara’s suit.