Sharpest Blade On Earth Novels & Stories

Her sharp teeth instantly broke through his defense. "D*mn it, the blood of your Alien Demons tastes bad." Khorkina spat angrily, broke General Silver Leaf's neck, and then threw his body to the ground. General Earth Leaf pounced toward Lev, the Wolf King, trying to cut him in half with his two-meter-long machete. With a wild roar, Lev grabbed the edge of the sharp machete and then smashed it effortlessly. General Earth Leaf was greatly shocked. He believed that the four of them would be able to control this place, but he hadn't expected these human beings to be so powerful.

Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life. The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless. It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.

[Your new title; The General of the Demon Army and the accumulated reward points from your previous quests had greatly influenced the reward selection, you have received the SSS-tier item, Solomon's Ring and S-tier material, Shamir Blade] I looked at the status of the items and was evidently surprised at the turn of events. [Shamir Blade - S-Tier] The World's Sharpest Blade smithed from the infamous Shamir Stone Passive Skill: Eternal Sharpness Active Skill: Mutilation, capable of performing consecutive critical cuts that won't falter upon succession, the amount of cuts produced in a minute will rely on the user's agility. [Notice: This blade is highly sharp, it is duly advised for the mater

161 Zara's POV "Oh god, Zara! I'm scared for you." My fake sobs came to a halt as I heard an equally jarring fake gasp on the call. "How big is the knife? Is it a katana? Or a machete?" The mockery in those words pierced my ego like the tip of an obsidian blade. When I say obsidian blade, I remember reading once that it is the sharpest blade in the world. One can only imagine how deep the tip wounded my ego.

The obsidian blade goes through the grey Harvester’s plate as though the plate is warm wax, and the cut does not slow at the armor the way every law of the physical world says it should, because the engine is at full and full means the blade carries my entire frequency into the steel ahead of the edge, and the steel forgets, for one impossible instant, how to be solid.

“We didn’t want to bring it to you with everything going on in the council. We thought we could manage it.” I turned on him, eyes narrowed. “Stop using that brain of yours and always tell me matters like this.” He lowered his gaze. “Understood.” I exhaled sharply, about to walk away when something glinted in the grass near a thick bush. I crouched again, brushing aside the leaves until I saw it—curved, wicked, and unmistakable. A rogue’s blade. I picked it up carefully, inspecting the bloodstained edge. It wasn’t from any blacksmith in the realm. This was custom-forged—lightweight, designed for speed and silent kills. I could almost taste the lingering energy it radiated.

As they were speaking, a vicious Doom Mantis swung down its massive forearm like a guillotine blade over 1,000 feet long. Killing intent, bloody aura, and demonic energy filled the air, making people tremble with fear. Upon seeing that, Chase instantly released his Greedy Wolf Blade. The blade was 1,000 feet long as well, radiating a shimmering green light with killing intent even more intense than the mantis. It was as if the God of Slaughter had descended.

"Now take this!" With a resounding cry, the Oculus Blade erupted in a burst of divine hues. The 3,000 laws etched upon it absorbed the surrounding power of heaven and earth, coalescing into a golden sword rain that cleaved through the encroaching darkness.

He heads back to the table picking up two knives different to his prior selection for their blades are pitch black in colour whilst their handles are of hardwood. "These here are called obsidian knives. These are made by peeling a long, thin sliver from the core of the volcanic glass. Sharpest knife of all." He explains as he gets himself into position at a distance from the target board. "Watch carefully, little one." Eyes closed taking a deep breath he begins to move with elegance. An elegance that catches me off guard for even as I female had none like his. Hands held above his head spine bending backwards he slowly twists his body whilst his wrists rotate the knives captured in his palms

He holds it up, letting the sharp edge hover inches from Charmaine's battered face, his voice a low, menacing whisper. "This blade," he begins, turning it slowly so she can see the deadly precision of its edge, "is more than just a weapon. It's an instrument of truth, a master of persuasion. When it meets flesh, it does more than draw blood. It peels back the layers of a person, cuts through pride, arrogance, and resistance, until all that’s left is the raw, trembling core of who you really are… and just so you know, this ain’t no ordinary steel—it’s a raw and undiluted silver. You know what silver can do to the flesh of a werewolf, don’t you?"