Samurai Pedang Novels & Stories

Rai's eyes opened wide and his voice faltered as he walked into the room. "This, this is fucking awesome and probably worth millions," he muttered and I chuckled. I headed to the sword wall and chose my damascus steel katana that I had been gifted from a real samurai. I swung the hilt, twisting it expertly with my wrist and glanced at Rai. He was eyeing me approvingly.

After a short pause, Ding Hao and Ding Tong immediately began the second confrontation. In less than one and a half hours, they had performed all the saber and sword moves they had learned in their lives. Ding Tong had mastered hundreds of ancient saber and sword techniques. He had mastered all the famous saber and sword techniques from God's Palace's library. Along the way, Ding Hao displayed all the saber and sword techniques he had learned in the confrontation just now, including the Rapid-Cross Sword, Setting out with One Saber, Seven Black Cut, and all the saber and sword skills in the Heaven Sabre - Peerless Sword Tower.

"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

She speaks cooly "Then I should begin the first test" She looks at Parthib, who gazes at her sadly near the doorstep and smirks spinning the handle of her sword just with her fingers. Everyone stares at her fragile fingers astonished. 'How could those thin fingers be strong enough to even lift that huge sword?! And she is spinning it as if spinning some bamboo stick! Did she learn 'Silambam' before?! Because I have only seen the Masters of Silambam art spinning the sticks this skillfully!' (Silambam is a weapon-based martial art that originated in modern Tamil Nadu. It's basically using a Bamboo stick as your weapon!)

He took a few steps backwards, and stood beside Yagyuu Genpachiro. Yagyuu Genpachiro took out a short sword and yelled at Qin Haodong, "Who are you to assault him, a Japanese samurai?" Qin Haodong glanced at him coldly and said, "Shame on you to call yourself 'samurai'. What kind of warrior are you to hurt an ordinary man like that? Is that the so-called 'samurai spirit'?"

He drops dead a second later. Liam flinched next to me, finally turning to me. “I’m fine,” he says. “You?” I gave a curt nod, spotting my gun. I rushed to grab it and handed Liam the other one. “Come on big guy,” I hear Miles speak up. “Pick someone your own size,” I let out a chuckle. He never learns. My chest squeezed when the Samurai raised his sword at Miles, who quickly brought his double-sided blade, successfully stopping it from harming him. With his other hand, he swings the smaller blade and slices through the Samurai’s well embroidered tunic. He grunts, staggering. For a moment, I’m frozen like Liam was earlier, watching Miles fight with so much skill and precision that I can’t hel

The moment they rushed up to the deck, the sounds of Katana sheathing rang out one after another from all directions. Shashing, shashing, shashing! These samurai were worthy of their name as a famous Dual Wielding Sword family in Japan. Each samurai held a sword in both of their hands. They were very fast, and their swordsmanship was incomparable. Their brief arrival had turned the tide of the battle. For a while, those already exhausted fighters of Zuken Group appeared to be overpowered. “Warrior from the Harusame clan?” Yamamoto knocked a samurai out with one punch. When he saw such a scene, astonishment tinged his tone.

Murdering everything around him. Samael. Sam snarled and roared and slashed. The swords in his hands looked pathetic compared to his broad hands and long arms, but they were sharp enough to cut through flesh easily, and that's exactly what they did. They cut through dark ones, and demons alike. Anyone that came even remotely close to this man of death, met their end with a single swipe. He was unrecognisable.

They are brave enough to fight for their small island, so they tried to start a war against this sturdy man only to fail. Kalantiaw unleashed his kampilan, a type of single-edged sword, traditionally used by various ethnic groups in the Philippine archipelago, also known as talong. He stabbed one of the men who tried to harm him. His cold murderous eyes trespassed the soul of everyone, sending them a vibe of tyranny was never a hard thing for him. “Come at once, if you want to join this guy.” He even beheaded the guy in front of everyone.

In fact, they would be laughing if someone had told them exactly that, as not even the movies would depict the ninjas as so formidable. On top of that, Charlie wasn't using a shuriken laced with poison, but simple cosmetic items. It would have been impressive if one could leave a lump with those things, but Charlie was piercing skulls with it! The samurai's constitution and reflexes far surpassed those of the normal person, having been trained since childhood. On top of that, their katanas were the finest swords that cut through thick bamboo shoots with perfect ease, and they could draw them out of their sheaths at lightning speed—in a melee within a cramped space, their advantage was absolu