Pelea De Espadas Novels & Stories

“And now, for the biggest match of the century! We introduce you to the prominent men of the continent! For the first round, we have...” The beat of the drums plus the cacophony of cheers would be the end of my eardrums. Good thing I made earplugs using cotton balls. The deafening sound became louder when the two emerged on the battlefield. Everyone placed their bets... For the first round, Prince Reyner and Prince Leopold will fight for Ella’s freedom. They’re both wearing white collared long-sleeve shirts and black pants. On their hands were swords that could bring victory. After the referee’s signal, the two started the duel. The clanking of their swords resonated.

Sebastian roared, his voice rumbling. "Defiance Sword spell, kill!" Aurelia shouted, and the sword in her hand began gleaming silvery-white. There was a whoosh as shadowy swords flew toward Sebastian's Flamedrake Soul Spear. With a series of metallic clangs, the battle became even more intense. It was dizzying to watch. No one could tell which of the clones was Aurelia's and Sebastian's true form. "Dragon Spear spell—shatter space!" Sebastian boomed. The spear in his hand morphed into countless shadowy spears and moved as fast as lightning. Tens of thousands of them struck in the blink of an eye.

I turn back and catch Mierta purse her lips and exhales. “Since we have all been rotating, hey Sheila will you give us a hand?” Chelsea calls her over. I’m already regretting what is coming next. "So who wants to fight her?” “I do.” Mierta replies. She removes her shirt showing off her toned body in a sports bra and leggings. I’m instantly noticing the guys around stopping to watch her. Sheila looks to me then to Mierta. “Okay, so Sheila is a head warrior. She will show you how to spar.” Chelsea tells Mierta as she lowers herself into a fighting stance. I try and remain calm with my arms crossed over my chest.

Spencer shouted angrily with the long sword in his hand. Like a sharp arrow, he shot toward Fennel, who stood on the spot with the red halberd in his hand. Fennel’s eyes were intent as a majestic fighting spirit exuded from his body. He abruptly swung the red halberd in his hand! Clang! The halberd clashed with the silver snake sword and sparks erupted! Both were repelled with one blow! Spencer jumped high into the air and slashed a dozen sword strikes at Fennel on the ground!

Ramon raised his sword and pointed it at him menacingly. “This has gone far enough, Ramon!” Delmar rasped tiredly. “Is there no end to this?” Ramon was insulted by his words as he leaped forward across the narrow cliff and attacked once more. Delmar brought his hatchet up to defend himself, but his adversary swung his sword so powerfully that it knocked it clear out of Delmar’s grip, sending it hurtling down the cliffside. Before Delmar could recompose himself, Ramon lashed out and kicked him back as hard as he could. Delmar stumbled as he dropped his sword and felt his head slam firmly against the tree.

His face shows vigilance. "Let the battle begin!" Princess Melissa shouted with excitement. This princess must have drugged before coming into this war. I twitched my lips and went past her. A spinning spearhead approaches me but I was quick enough to tilt back and avoid it. However, when I resumed my position, a running tribesman is thrusting his long spear but misses touching my skin. My hand holding the sword involuntarily slashed the man. The attack landed on his arm, tearing it apart from his shoulder. Blood gushed out of his torn flesh and he shouted in pain. Connor, Conrad, Princess Melissa, and other Terra Hella knights are counter-attacking the tribesmen.

Sangre's taunting words sliced through the air, a brazen challenge that hung between them like a veil of impending conflict. Before the tension could escalate further, Levi, a swift apparition materializing from the shadows, intervened with a breathtaking display of martial prowess. Executing a seamless 180-degree kick, he delivered a bone-crushing blow to Sangre's head, a resounding testament to his combat mastery. The abrupt, elegant movement froze the air for a moment as the impact resonated through the battlefield.

tastes like swamp water. Suddenly, a gleaming bronze-like spear came whizzing toward him and as the sharp tip came within feet of his body, he took the force of it on the shield which he held aloft with his left arm. The metal on metal contact rang out, echoing around the granite stadium. James took off at a sprint, heading straight for his two opponents. He roared mightily as he brought down his blade in a high arc aiming to topple Anita Romero before she could get any kind of attack in with her saber. The Latin beauty barely managed to roll out of the way, the divine metal missing her by inches.

His blade attacks were poetic yet violent. Wilbur had a look of admiration in his eyes. He also spun around with his historical halberd to block the attacks from Shepard. However, he occasionally threw in an attack or two as well. Shepard gradually looked shocked. Their figures flashed about as they kept spinning and turning in a small area, like entangled shadows. Moonlight shone on the hill. Their figures crossed paths. The longsword and the historical halberd clashed against each other, which resulted in explosions, dissipating spiritual energy, and strong howling winds.

What on earth are they even using as a weapon…! “No, wait, hold it.” I quickly muttered. “One-by-one please tell me what weapons are you guys even using?” “Sword,” August said while making a display with his sword. “Cards,” Persia said, showing me a deck of spade royal straight flush with the golden cards on her hand. “Those junks earlier,” Kronos muttered. Huh? You gave me junk? “You want me to punch you?” Blaze uttered. Why punch me? You could’ve eaten me if you want.