Number One Under The Sun Swordsman Novels & Stories

Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand. Damon's hair was cropped close to his head, emphasizing the sharp lines of his features. The sun glinted off his skin, highlighting the definition of his muscles beneath the fitted t-shirt he wore, which clung to his chest and arms in a way that showcased his physique without being overly tight. His jeans were well-worn and fit him perfectly, completing the look of effortless cool.

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

A slim girl with a faded sixpack between her sports bra and blue leggings is wiping post-workout sweat from her hair ends with a towel draped over her shoulders and briefly staring at the camera. "And finally, No. 1! The man is said to be the future grim reaper for the underground world after the legendary hero Fusen. The only trainee who has ever cleared a King-level mission since Airburst was founded, alias: Angus!" A lad with a supermodel physique and a short ponytail sits and drinks mineral water, ignoring the camera. His constantly emitted hostility creates a barrier that neither the cameramen nor Marika dare to approach. Ravyn asked her friend after she clearly noticed Kanji's panic wh

The arming sword was the same only with a longer reach and more pointed tip. Another note was found inside. I took the liberty of choosing dual swords just for you. A shortsword and arming sword as it goes perfectly. It’s light, durable, and appropriate for your build, reach, and power. Practice with it as much as you can. Also, don’t poke yourself with it. Dune. She’s sure to buy him a present next time she sees him.

Xiao Chen said coldly, "You came right on time!" His Unsullied Sword sprang forth, turned into a blade of white light, and flew toward One-dot Red. One-dot Red pressed his fingertips together and followed suit with a blade of purple light transformed from his Purple Ying Sword. With loud clanging noise, the swords interweaved in midair while basked in a blinding halo. Both refused to give in.

The lilting voice was full of mischief; neither loud nor soft, neither fast nor slow, a sound so innocent and harmless that it could cause the listener to feel good… … and yet the childish laugh that accompanied those casual words caused the person with the alias Yi to be covered in cold sweat. "Why don't you remove your mask? Or do you want me to do it?" In a blink of an eye, Number One was several mu away, both legs bent like a tightly coiled spring. He held a small sword with an icy blade in front of him in defense. His entire back was drenched in sweat, and though he tried to be as silent as possible, his heart was thundering inside his chest. He is Yi, Number One, for a reason. He is th

"In fact, there are many geniuses out there who never managed to awaken their bloodlines but had great comprehension towards a particular element, world law, an instrument or a weapon. The 7th is an expert of the sword. I dare say that if he proclaims to be the second best sword user, no one would dare take the first position!" Listening to the passionate voice of the 6th, Mane was truly shaken. For him to have the confidence to proclaim the 7th as the number one swordsman under the heavens, he had to have a good reason. Personally, Mane waved it off as an exaggeration. "You don't believe me right?" A soft chuckle came for the 6th as Mane nodded his head. "There is something you must underst

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa. "Where is your sword?" Ludriev asked. "Ah, I leave it in my house. I don't need to carry it around in our own home, do I?" "Yes, you do. What if there's an attack? You are too reckless." "Didn't I have the strongest sword master with me right now? Who would have the gut or is foolish enough to attack?" Ludriev used the hilt of her sword to jab him. "Stop that." "Yeah, ok." Rion grimaced in pain and rubbed his side. "But the name Goddess of War really suits you. Honest!"

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.