Sharpest Blade On Earth Novels & Stories

It was in a completely passive situation of being beaten. At this time, Zhou Tian went behind the Earth Demon. He was much shorter than the Earth Demon, so he seized the opportunity and jumped up suddenly. He held the dagger and stabbed it into the back of the Earth Demon's head. With a puff, the dagger was made of a special material, which could even penetrate iron sheets without hurting the tip of the knife, let alone the head of the Earth Demon. At this time, the dagger pierced the head of the Earth Demon, and the whole blade was inserted into it.

Everyone focused their attention on Chad's grip on the sword. The weapon was not ranked on the Cryolet Continent, but there was a book that listed the top ten strongest weapons of all time. According to legend, the list was compiled by a strange person from a thousand years ago. It listed every Godly Weapon found on the Cryolet Continent. To put it bluntly, any weapons on the list were treasures everyone desired. In such circumstances, everyone lost their cool when they saw Chad holding the Flying Cloud Double Blade.

Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face. He’s dressed in all black like me, with blackout tattoos covering his neck and arms. Short cropped blonde hair, grey eyes, tall but muscular; I’ve heard tales about this Gamma that rival my own. He has a penchant for killing humans in the most gruesome ways, and his favorite weapon is a JagdKommando knife; the deadliest of blades as it has three edges that spiral together like a corkscrew into a sharp tip. No doctor can sew up a wound left by this knife.

“The prophecy was never meant to allow both paths. The pact was broken long before you ever touched her soul. And now the magic bleeds.” I stared at them all, heart hammering. “There has to be another way.” “There is. But it demands blood.” Of course it did. They extended a skeletal hand, conjuring a small platform of starlight. Upon it lay a blade I had only heard of in whispered legends—the Moonshard Blade. A curved weapon made entirely from obsidian crystal, yet pulsing like it was alive. Veins of silver light moved across its edges like breath. I didn’t touch it.

SCHWING. It wasn't a flashy display. There were no golden lights or roaring dragons. It was a single, terrifyingly complete arc—the blade leaving the scabbard and completing its stroke in a fraction of a millisecond. Internal energy didn't just flow into the steel; it condensed at the razor-thin edge in the absolute final millimeter of the draw. The atmosphere split. A hairline fracture of displaced air zipped across the dark earth. Ten meters ahead, a clean, silent trench opened in the soil, the edges glowing faintly from sheer kinetic friction.

I watched him carefully as he pressed a series of buttons until the wall slid open. Instantly, a green light shone directly into my face, nearly blinding me. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw a giant, long, green, shiny blade. It looked so polished that I could see my reflection staring back at me from its surface. "My ancestors and I have spent generations creating this blade. It's called the Blade of Poison," he whispered in astonishment, staring at the object before him as though it were a priceless trophy. Slowly, he pulled the blade from its sheath and brought it toward my face.

Damien hovered at her side like a guard dog. This was my chance. I slipped through the crowd and drew the silver blade laced with venomous nightshade essence. Witches and wolves both feared silver, but this blade burned deeper than most. I moved fast toward Anya, aiming for a quick cut on her arm that would look like an accident in the press of bodies.

Goodness. He unearthed his crescent-moon blade with its piercing and slizing edges, but perhaps most important, its blocking points, so when wielded by someone meaning to harm him in case they found his weapon, they'd have to be trained to use it. It was the only weapon Iga, an old ninja city, still manufactured. He did it slowly, a warning for her to either run or make the first move. 'Yeah, right.' His wolf snorted. 'What! I could be chivalrous.' He then aimed the blade where she was supposedly hiding.