Nico Sword Novels & Stories

The two fighters were yanked apart, their bruised and bloodied bodies glistening under the harsh lights as they stumbled back. Shouts and grunts of disappointment swept through the crowd. Nico snapped his fingers. Two men appeared out of the shadows, their massive forms looming like mountains. “Nico, what is this?” she asked, keeping her voice level. She didn’t like the look in his eyes. “Just a little initiation,” Nico replied, his smile never reaching his eyes. “We need to know you can handle yourself. Otherwise, you’re just dead weight.” He nodded to his men. “Get her in the ring.”

I retorted, gazing down every ounce of aggression at him. Nico parted his lips to speak. Judging by the bitter expression, I realized it wouldn’t be anything good. I hadn’t let him finish before moving swiftly. The knife I always had on me had slashed through his side, dealing a sharp and swift cut. Crimson red dripped down to the floor, startling everyone as they watched in shock. “I'll fucking murder this bitch!” Nico cursed, lurching forward at me. I swirled the knife in my fingers as my body moved in a rhythm that was superficial to my own knowledge.

Attwell laughed. "Then, let me see what level you have reached with the Boundless Heavensword. Come on! Keep going." "Ninth Sword!" Noel shouted. As he swung his longsword, he called out, "Gideon, I'll hold him off. Go to Nethercult and get your woman out." Gideon's heart stirred. Attwell's face darkened. "You're too arrogant!" "Go!" Noel urged, striking again. This time, it was the Tenth Sword. The slash was even sharper and more dazzling than before. It stopped Attwell in his tracks.

Lucas looked at Nicole. Nicole smiled coldly. "You're indeed Lucas the Demon. You even saw through that." "However, what I know is way more than what you can imagine," Nicole added. "For example?" Lucas looked at Nicole. "For example, you never use the Legendary Weapons anymore, and the weapons in your possession have become the Immemorial Dragon Sword. We've analyzed the Immemorial Dragon Sword meticulously and noticed that the Immemorial Dragon Sword is way scarier than your Legendary Weapons.

Swish! Purple light flashed, and a weapon of the Ancestral God Rank—the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword—appeared in his hand. He looked at the enthusiastic Nico beside him and said, “Nico, I’ll leave Jadranka to you. Leave the rest of the powerful figures of the Sanctuary to me.”