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"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

Wilbur sent the man holding the sword stumbling backward with a punch as a long, silver sword appeared in his hand, which he then swung toward the Soul-Clutch Hand. The silvery sword was a weapon that Wilbur had conjured out of pure spirit energy. The Soul-Clutch Hand was also an attack that targeted the soul. It could be said that this was a battle between spirit energy and the soul. Wilbur was going to go against a mid-tier spell that targeted the soul, using nothing but his powerful spirit energy. Just then, a thin sword appeared out of nowhere behind Wilbur to stab him in the hip. At the same time, Baz flew to his feet and charged toward Wilbur.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Before I can stop him or dodge his punch, a hand comes in front of my line of vision, catching his hand. "Now who the fuck-" the Moore or more like moron guy stops talking as soon as his eyes land on the person who is gripping on his wrist, I can also see him gulping. The moron winches loudly as that person has gripped his wrist tightly. I'm worried that his wrist will be broken soon, it will leave a nasty bruise, no doubt. I'm also surprised seeing Killian in front of me, with his usual blank face, he is almost breaking a guy's arm without looking like he is making an effort.

" There must be a loophole, there is always one " " There may be one " " What is it ? " Celea asked exited to finally get to hear the answer to the question she always wanted to know " Your father's sword " " Do you mean the one he stabbed my father with ? " Celea asked referring to when the devil had stabbed her father right in front of her at the war " No, there is another one " " So where can I find it ? " " When the sun and moon will meet again, you will know the answer "

With a sudden surge of power, Sable lunged forward, swinging the sword with all her might. The blade sliced through the air, cutting through the evil with a resounding clash. The clash reverberated throughout the cathedral, sending shards of malevolence scattering across the floor. The evil entity recoiled, shocked by Sable's defiance. Its form faltered, momentarily disrupted by the light emanating from the sword. Weakened and vulnerable, it pressed back against the encroaching evil, desperately attempting to regain its strength.

There was also a golden cover at the center of its handle, and there were some abstract designs embossed on it. Cordelia's spear can shrink into a handy weapon with blue crystal blades on both ends but in different sizes, from where the mainly used one is much longer and visible than the other one. Its handle was made with silver metal with shiny and tiny pieces of crystals sprinkled all over it. Her partner—Helios, got his sword upgraded as well. His weapon could turn into different styles and sizes that he thought would fit into a certain battle.

Her voice seemed to come from an ancient time, and it was filled with endless sorrow and grief. Elton watched Hunter fall slowly, and he turned a menacing gaze on Sebastian as he said, "I admit defeat when it comes to spells, you brat! However, would you dare to battle against me?" Elton was suddenly holding a long sword whose blade seemed to be almost transparent. A vague outline of a dragon could be seen. "The Sable Dragon!" Gary murmured to himself in shock when he saw the sword. The sword was one of the celestial weapons. Elon Wynde, the founder of yellow paper charm spells, was also nicknamed Ghost Master. That was the sword he had used.