Level 5 Skimming Blade Novels & Stories

"And this is way more efficient than fighting." Lia reappeared from the gap in the ruined shop, holding a large, sharp, and gleaming meat cleaver in her hand. "Got it, Bima! The sharpest meat cleaver I could find!" Lia exclaimed, her eyes bright. [Mission 'Find Meat-Cutting Tool' Complete!] [Reward Received: 'Legendary Meat Cleaver' (Level 1) & Skill 'Slicing & Dicing' (Level 1)!] "Legendary Cleaver?" Bima gasped. "Nice! That will come in handy!"

His hard work had certainly paid off. "Congratulations, the host has obtained a Rank 1 Evolved One treasure chest. Does the host want to open it up?" “Open it." "You have attained the Blazing Saber Technique." Blazing Saber Technique: A Grade D skill. Upon leveling up to Grade S, a single slash will send a blazing inferno sweeping through the sky. Lucas thought to himself that he had finally attained an attack skill. The Blazing Saber Technique was a perfect match for the Dragon Slaying Saber.

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.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

Rin followed at his elbow, clutching two tactical frying pans against his chest like an iron chest plate. “The secondary perimeter scanner is ten yards ahead,” Julian whispered, his voice smooth and steady. “It sweeps the archway every twelve seconds.” “I’ll take the sensor,” I said, sliding my pulse blade from my belt bracket. I waited for the faint red beam to pass over the floorboards. On the eighth second, I lunged through the archway, driving my energy blade straight into the glass lens mounted inside the wall. Sparks showered over my velvet coat as the red light died with a short, quiet pop.