Might Duy Vs Swordsman の小説・ストーリー

"Sophie, are you even listening?" "Yes! Of course." A hell of a bloody no; his biceps and broad shoulders were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? Sage smirked. "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords are the Asian swords, which include straight, double-edged Chinese longswords (Jian) and single-edged Chinese sabers (Dao), as well as a myriad of other exotic weapons favored by martial artists the world over. See this?" Sage held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly. Impressive, though. He's been explaining it since forever, which bored her to death, yet all Sophie remembered

Kael’s POV “The duel may begin” The sound of blades clashing echoed through the hall. Sparks flew every time our crescent blades met. My arms burned from the impact, but I refused to back down. Darius was faster than I expected, stronger too. “Not bad, Kael,” he said with a mocking grin as our swords locked. “Didn’t think the popular Alpha Kael had any fight left in him.” I pushed him back hard, panting slightly. “You talk too much, Darius.”

"I know you're very skilled in swordplay and that you're known as the most talented prodigy in the sword arts of Daneast. In fact, you'll most likely become the first Saint of Sword in the past 300 years in Daneast. But you're far too young, which means you're no match for me." But Dunley changed his tune. "Then again, since you came all the way here, I can't just let you return to Daneast with nothing but disappointment. Since you mentioned you're here to test your blade, I suppose I need to fulfill that wish of yours." Delight washed over Isolde at that moment. "Does that mean you're ready to duel me?" "Nope." Dunley shook his head. "I'll get someone for you to test your blade on. Cassian,

Kyra's POV Mark's sharp eyes met my casual and smiling ones as he stood in a confident stance, holding his twin swords in each hand. Both swords were the opposite of each other; one was slender and only as wide as two fingers. It was also long, and its tip was as pointed as a nail's. The other one was thicker and wider, almost as wide as two adults' palms placed together. It was shorter, and the tip was blunt. Both weapons might seem different, but they complement each other quite well. The blunt one only makes use of raw strength and defense, while the other focuses more on speed and agility, making it good for offense and support.

Jeremy's mouth opened slightly, his confidence rattled. Jared stood, picking up his sword with his left hand. “Now we’re equal.” Jeremy gritted his teeth. “You’re out of your damn mind.” Alpha Axel gestured. “Let the duel begin.” The hall cleared. Musicians backed away. Ava sat on the edge of her seat, her nails digging into her palm. The blades met with a harsh clang, metal screeching against metal. Jared's left-handed swings were clumsy at first but fuelled by rage. Jeremy lunged with a brutal speed, using every dirty trick he had, including punches with the hilt and kicks to his ribs.

It was the same as asking a bovine to eat beef. Coming back to his wood chopping spot, Zen stared at the large pile of unchopped wood. He came too far to give up now. Unfortunately for him, Zen did not know any swordmasters in Godfather Academy. In reality, swords were the least useful weapons with advanced firearms and bionic armaments. Hence, nobody bought swords in the game. Zen was the only one using it for some reason.

82 | T H E T R A D E T O W N ( P A R T 1 ) *** "Mmmm~ ... so, what are we waiting for here?" asked Alexis, who seemed bored from hours of doing nothing. Reinhard had been training to use a pair of daggers in both hands against Ginny who was wielding a two-handed mystical sword that looked still not tired. Damien just kept quiet and smoked his nicotine stick quietly. "Hey, can you answer me?"

You see, the Blade Lord was different from the Sword God. The Sword God took pride in learning many techniques and incorporating them into each other to create a variety of sword skills that were useful for every situation. There was the Swallowtail Sword, Gentleman’s Sword, Warrior’s Wrath, and Mountainous Sword. Each of these three sword arts had their own techniques, and each was meant for a different group of people. The Mountainous Sword was meant for heavy sword users, while the Swallowtail Sword was perfect for those who prioritized speed over brute strength. As for the Gentleman’s Sword, it was a sword art that was meant for those with calm and unruffled temperaments. On the contrary

It was just him and me now, bound by the code. I straightened, my eyes locked on his. He didn’t speak, didn’t even move, but I could feel the intensity of his gaze through the shadow of his hood. My fingers tightened around the hilt of my sword as I prepared to draw it again. The duel had begun, and there was no turning back. The swordsman moved like a shadow, his blade slicing through the air with almost perfect precision. His face was masked from the nose down, leaving only his eyes visible… like an assassin.

She fought like a wolf—elusive, patient, aiming for tendons and openings. Clack. Clack. THUMP. She landed a solid blow on his ribs. He returned one on her shoulder that numbed her arm for a second. They broke apart, breathing harder now, a new respect dawning in the space between them. This was no longer a test. It was a conversation. Their blades spoke a language of feints, parries, and counters. He learned she favored her left side when tiring. She learned he had a tells when he was about to lunge. They were evenly matched in skill, but differently schooled. His was the art of the duel. Hers was the art of the kill.