Reborn To Master The Blade: Volume 9 Novels & Stories

Endless, unyielding, pure. The moment the blade accepted me, it didn't just burn—I combusted. Power surged through my veins like volcanic fire, ripping my body apart only to reforge it in shadow and flame. My bones snapped and reformed. My skin cracked like porcelain before sealing again, tougher, darker. I screamed, or maybe the world did. When I stood, it was with a predator's stillness and a god's fury. I was not Henry anymore. I was the Blade incarnate. And I wanted blood.

The Master stated, He got down from his floating throne and smirked, Advancing towards the boiling pot with happiness. " The Bloods of thy seeds are here, The Boiling pot of Nercromance is here, Armageddon my very good friend, Your dark soul has been asleep for Thousands and Thousands of years, And by my power.... You shall be awakened " " By the Powers of the Heavenly Runes, Earthly Chaos and the Underworld Darkness, And with the bloods of thy three seeds, YOU ARE AWAKENED!!!! " The Master roared as he cast the three cubes into the boiling pot.

Maya Kaye's Phoenix Sword was broken into three pieces. And she herself, together with the instantly torn oil paper umbrella, flew out hundreds of meters, fell to the ground, and was unconscious. Next was Omar Pine holding three swords of Fire, Ice, and Wind. After two moves, the Eight Divine Ruler swept across. The two swords of Fire and Ice were first broken. Blade of Wind carried Omar Pine who displayed the Raging Sea Storm and had just flashed more than 30 meters away. The Nation Master waved his Eight Divine Ruler. In an instant, an eight-story building appeared out of thin air and smashed toward Omar Pine's head.

Her voice cracked. Yeah, she wanted that bribed healer to clean this up—but Martha was gone. And the other crib? Still. Too still. No crying. No movement. "James..." she leaned in, trying to whisper, probably begging him to grab the real pup before it was too late— But her words got crushed under the sound of heavy boots. The crowd shifted. Wolves parted. Five robed elders strode in, each marked with a unique crest. The silver-haired one with the full moon emblem gave me a nod.

ROAAARRRR…. ROAAARRRR… ARRRRRRR…. RAAARRRR… AWUUUUU…. Auuuuuuuu… All those roars filled the sky once again, their spirits reaching their peak. They raised their weapons together and immediately attacked the demons without fear. "Life will eventually take the path of death. So what? It doesn't matter if I die now, as long as the future of my hometown still exists. I will continue to be reborn! The twelfth sword technique, Reincarnated Sword Soul!" The sword sect master shouted enthusiastically. Sword light enveloped his body, transforming the sword master into a sword.

“Except for your two little drones, you’re basically unarmed! Even with my armor powered down, you’ll never be able to hurt me, much less annihilate me!” Colviss shifted her stance into a highly aggressive one, and pointed the tip of her blade towards Miko’s neck. “I’m still plenty strong enough to hit you,” she continued. “And one hit’s all I need.” “This is true,” Miko said. “If you hit.” “Never underestimate a Reborn,” she said. “We’re the gods of our kind.” Colviss harrumphed, then focused her entire being into a single strike. She pulled her consciousness towards that perfect path - the path where her blade met with Miko’s neck.

Bind your targets: 100/100 Hunt your targets and defeat them as follows: Dismemberment- 100/100 Decapitation- 100/100 Splitting in Two- 100/100 Freestyle- 300 (329)/300 *Defeat Weapon Master Bladesmith's Clone: 0/1 Satisfied with his work, Kirou was about to make his way back to Elderwood Village when he noticed some foliage being shifted in the distance. Kirou saw this and a casual smile formed on his face as he thought to himself, 'Quite the patient one, aren't you. I never thought that you'd stalk me for so long just for some answers. It seems that I must have struck a nerve.'

In the next moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. In that critical moment, The Reaper felt his strength suddenly surge. His blood seemed to burn like fire. A breakthrough! In the direst moment, he had ascended to become an eternal grandmaster! Under the cover of night, the two engaged in battle. A thunderous roar reverberated across the surface of the lake.

“I will survive and I will master it.” The dragon’s eyes softened, just for a heartbeat, before returning to their golden intensity. “Good. The Hollow Blade will not wait for hesitation and neither will your enemies.” She looked at him, her resolve hardening. “Then teach me, I will not let the Hollow Blade win.” Malrik’s roar echoed again. “Then rise, Luna. Rise and let fire be your weapon, your shield, your truth. The world awaits the Hollow Blade… and it will learn that you are its master, not its prey.”

“I hope… wherever you are… I hope that we will be reborn and I will love and protect you right this time. I'm sorry that I let you down.” His words faltered. He didn’t finish. He drove the blade home. The pain was pure. Cleansing. It burned through the haze, cutting through every spell, every drug, every memory. His body trembled, but his eyes stayed open, fixed on the faint light seeping through the bars. It wasn’t despair that filled him now. It was peace, the first real peace he had known since the night the Ether fell. Since Damon had taken him. Since his long nightmare began.