Medieval Swordsman Novels & Stories

Just now, they thought that Yang Xiao was just an ordinary warrior, so they didn't take him seriously. Yang Xiao’s clothes fluttered in the cold wind caused by the sudden rise in their aura. He stood tall proudly and said, “Now that’s more like it!” Shua! Aulendor leaped up, the heavy sword in his hand drawing a half-moon-shaped silvery glow as it slashed towards Yang Xiao ferociously! The heavy sword was different from ordinary swords. The body of the sword was broad, the blade was thick, and the sword was heavy. Those who trained in the heavy sword had to focus on strength and technique at the same time.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

asked Kariya with a smile. “Draw your sword!” screamed Luese holding up the Sun Saber. Kariya drew the Doom Giver, which he got from Lena after she beat the guardian and met Luese in the middle of the room. The Doom Giver was pure black, with red rubies and a ghost on the hilt. Both combatants moved at incredible speeds slashing and striking each other. “The Doom Giver! Why are you collecting the swords?” “It’s my part of the Grand Design.” Said Kariya jumping backward.

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

The Elder recited There's not much for him to recite anyway; this stupid idiot in front of me opted for a no-rules battle. That shall always be his biggest and worst mistake. "Kindly choose your weapons." The Elder said monotonously "I'll choose these two swords of mine." Armaros said, unsheathing his two swords that had thin double-edged blades of about 14 metres. The blade was definitely sharpened recently with the way they reflected the light right off them.

Aside from the heavenly swordsman, there was also a group of dazzling people in front that looked as if anticipating for something. The royal swordplay was one of the best things Zaeion could do perfectly yet in an elegant way as if he was simply dancing with a blade in his hand. Compared to the normal royal swordplay, Zaeion's way could be described as a softer and swifter version with an elegant and precise accuracy.

“I see you’ve selected a blunted weapon after all, sir?” “Wouldn’t want to accidentally mangle a new friend on my first outing.” “There’s no need to fear for me, sir. I’m the sort that never feels complete without a sword in my hand. Very accustomed.” Anzi followed behind them toward the middle of the training area, grimacing all the while as she listened to Oscar’s embarrassing half-boasts. But he wasn’t lying. He was a skillful swordsman. His wealthy upbringing had ensured a well-educated childhood before being Selected for the military, which meant he had been familiar with bladed edges long before most ever even laid their eyes on a real sword. She was better than him by far, of course,

“Tonight, you may yet feast on dead men,’’ he mumbled, rising from his hunched position to adjust the broad sword at his hip, chain mail clinking just as Omotola felt her astral form being drawn towards the warrior, she repelled it for as long as she could until she gave up and allowed herself to let go, she had learned the hard way never to resist whenever she was taken into one of her dreams. Now she was the warrior, felt his thoughts and seeing through his keen eyes as he drew the sword, the strength in the warrior’s limbs was vast. “we will not need it tonight; they both sighed as he flourished it. The ceremonial sword Eben, a bronze harvester of lives, shaped like a leaf and as long as

As they were walking around, Raoul subconsciously stopped when he saw a weapon shop selling swords and various other weapons that looked pretty. His gaze was focused on a slender sword with an extremely sharp-looking blade. Although the sword Ariana had given him was no less beautiful and sharp, it was already starting to be too small for Raoul, who was in his growth period. Raoul had been taught how to judge the quality of a sword by Valencia. And he immediately knew that the beautiful-looking sword has excellent quality.

I looked carefully at what they were holding and I found out that the swords they were using were not all the same. I'm not really familiar with swords but I know that some of them are bokkens and gladius? I didn't know that there were still gladius in the 20th century. Based on my basic knowledge, gladius is a dual edge sword with a wooden hilt. It is a weapon common in northern europe as it was an early ancient thrusting shortsword for legionaries in the 3rd century BC. Trivia eh?