One Piece Swordsman Novels & Stories

"What the- what is this?" Minos yelled. He looked over to Rei, whose hands were now holding on to the handle of the sword hanging on his belt. "Hold it." Cassana snapped. A faint yellow light now emanates from the gem. A floating luminous circle, humming and riddled with runes, was hovering above it. The same identical circle was also wrapped around Rei's right arm. As Cassana pulled the staff lower, the circle around Rei became tighter. "A sorcerer!" Minos, again stating the obvious.

(other knight) " Why the hell are you still here?" "Hurry, take your swords out!" Some of the knights transformed into lycans while others pointed their swords at me. I took my sword out to fight back and in a matter of seconds the front knights swords fell down "what.." "when did you even.." "I'm not here to fight you. I'll be your commander from this point on !" "What nonsense is that?!" "Yeah with what qualification are you saying you'll be our commander!?"

He was in a sorry state. He stood up and looked at James. Stunned, he asked, “What sword technique is this?” James smiled faintly and said, “This is One.” It was One of the Polaris Sword Art, an amalgamation of a thousand sword techniques. This bizarre sword technique was different from the Fourteen Heavenly Swords. The only similarity they shared was that they were extremely terrifying. “One?” The Spirit Master froze. “What sword technique is this?” James said, “It’s a sword technique I created.”

"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

After being in such proximity to the Lord at the bath, Beatrice had become more aware of the man. Each word he said was registered in her heart. "In learning about the characteristics of a swordsman, you'd have to know the kind you're learning. Dancing with the wind or controlling fire her the one best swordmasters do." He said and she nodded. "So does that mean that I just danced with the wind?" She asked to see him nod. "Wow." She nodded, a smile crossing her features and he smiled as well. "What about the other one?" "That would be for another day." He said and she nodded.

The Samson of our generation" Kim voice echoed through out the house. Like he was speaking into a microphone. "Aargh" Abel groaned in pain, from a sword cut at his back. He dodged the next sword attack from the assaulter. The latter made a double flip backwards and landed on the ground in a Spider-Man pose, with the sword placed at his back. "Kiba. One badass martial art swordsman"

I couldn’t stop staring, even though I knew it was obvious. “Lucy,” Blake said, his voice low but carrying across the small group. “This is some of the crew.” They nodded, murmured hellos, and I forced a polite, shaky smile. Some were tall, broad, faces marked with tattoos and scars; others looked younger, eager, testing. I could feel their curiosity like heat pressing down on me, and I tensed. One man, a tall guy with a neatly trimmed beard and arms like tree trunks, stepped forward. “Heard about you from Blake. Didn’t expect him to bring someone out here.”

In the world of swordsmanship, there are nine levels of strength which is the overall ability of a swordsman that is influenced by several factors at once. The most basic level of swordsman is the third grade swordsman, which is divided into three more levels, namely early, middle, and peak. Next were the second-class and first-class swordsmen who were also divided into three stages. These third, second, and first grade swordsmen on average still don't have an aura of color. Even so, their strength was still superior to that of twenty ordinary humans combined into one.

“You’re not meant to be Alpha Ryu.” An outburst of laughter erupted behind me. It was Ryu, and he was hideous, with blood rolling out of his eyes and a silver sword in his hands. I suppose someone had given it to him while Kyle was busy speaking. “I slashed your hand, and you think you’ll survive my sword aura?” He chuckled, his hands on the handle as he swung it towards Kyle. I felt the heat as the air from the blade moved towards Kyle. “So this is Sword Aura.” I murmured, “Is he an elemental?”

A blank space appeared beside the middle-aged man Zhou Tong! However, the middle aged man Zhou Tong didn't notice at all. "I am an early stage Martial God, you..." At this moment, the middle aged man Zhou Tong was still chattering. Yang Xiao moved as fast as lightning. The Dragon's Wrath Sword in his right hand flashed with a cold light. This was not a throat slit, and a huge head flew up in the air. This scene caused countless people in the surroundings to shudder with fear! The injured Yang Xiao had killed the number one swordsman of Japan in mid-stage Martial God Realm!