Novel & Cerita Sword Art Online Alicization

She questioned out loud, "Who are you? Watch your actions on this turf!” Ryder stood facing her. He was nearly 6’5’’, and his sword was four and a half feet long. He looked like a legendary general. "Who I am is none of your business. Say another word, and I’ll chop you up.” "Yeah, right. Fuck you!" Alicia was not one to be intimidated by others. Besides, she did not have much patience underneath her beautiful appearance. She cursed angrily and used her specialty, the eighteen Skyturning Hook techniques. The sky seemed to swirl around her, as if a storm was brewing.

Yet, there was something murderous about it. Kaze bestowed the sword upon Albert during the foreign battle, and Albert cherished the blade since. With his right hand on the hilt, Albert stepped forward and darted toward Ali. “Albert? Wolf would scare me more. “You’re just a nobody. You are unworthy to fight me, a highly skilled swordswoman of the Haras. “You’re asking for it!” Ali was sure she had never heard about Albert. Bearing a smirk, she held the sword across her body. She was an orphan who was adopted by the Haras to fight.

His available tools were: [Small Tempered crystal ax] Attack +1 Defense +1 [Small Tempered crystal Pickaxe] Attack +1 Defense +1 [Small Tempered crystal knife] Attack +2 [Small Tempered Crystal scissors] Attack +1 [Tempered Crystal ax] Attack +5 Defense +2 Agility +1

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

I thought the priests weren't targets, so why? But my own situation became too urgent to worry about other people. I was the one in real danger. I was the unlucky villainess for God's sake. Alistair wielded his enormous sword, taking a powerful swing at the troops of Soma who approached him. The sword started to rumble at that moment. An aura the same color as Alistair's silver hair started to cover the sword. Sword master. I knew that he was supposed to be the youngest sword master in the empire's history. But witnessing it myself was still amazing.

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

It must have been written with a sword by a master swordsman. Especially when looking at each character closely, it was as if there were waves of unparalleled sword intent slashing towards him! Sebastian couldn't help but immerse himself in the sight, almost forgetting about the looming Heavenly Tribulation. "Comprehend the Heavenly Sword Intent, Sword Art Aptitude +5%." Sebastian snapped out of it; he had only glanced at these four characters and yet gained insight into the Sword Intent. Sword Art Aptitude, unlike innate aptitude, represented a person's ease of improving the proficiency of sword techniques. The higher one's Sword Art Aptitude, the easier it was to advance their sword skills

AUTHOR’S POV Jack let go of the lid at the bottom of the pool and rolled to the side, barely avoiding Alicia’s sword. She swung at him again, but he caught the edges of the sword in his bleeding hands. He felt the sharp metal cut into his palms, but he drew his bottom lip between his teeth and held on. He looked into her eyes and saw the madness in them.

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

And the longer he absorbed the Reiki, the rate of absorption increased as well. Through it all, no one noticed that he was calmly cultivating—not even the three Danmarch elders who had slipped in to assassinate him had expected their target to have blended into their own camp! Soon, Caleb extended his sense into the ring Brax provided and began to practice with the sword art manual inside. "Legiondeath Sixteen…!" His eyes narrowed as he flipped through the pages, where each style and corresponding sword art was written. For speed and assassination, it was the Windrider, Windpiercer, Windsearer, and Windblazer!