Novel & Cerita Sword Art Online Chapter 16.5

The air filled with the scent of blood and despair. Swiftclaw, now towering above me, locked eyes with me once more. His sadistic grin widened, reveling in the devastation he had wrought. I could see the satisfaction in his gaze as he prepared to deliver the final blow, to snuff out the last remnants of my pack's resistance. “Your time is up.”, Swiftcall said even as he drew his sword to strike me But just as his lethal strike was about to descend upon me, a hand grabbed his wrist from behind, halting his deadly trajectory.....

His figure blurred as he appeared before Sam. A weathered longsword materialized in his hand, its surface etched with intricate arcane symbols. As energy poured into the blade, the runes blazed with golden light, radiating terrifying pressure. "This is the Suncrest Sect's sword technique—Sunpiercer Arc!" With a sharp shout, Marcellus swung his sword. A streak of golden energy tore across the sky, whistling as it sliced straight toward Sam. He poured every ounce of his power into the strike. The blade of light tore through the stone, carving a jagged trench in its wake. The air shimmered and roared, heat radiating in scorching waves.

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.

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He clenched his teeth and raised the sword again. The remaining five didn't charge. They circled him, slow, wolves around wounded prey. He turned with them, sword point sweeping outward, tracking each direction. Blood dripped from his arm into the snow, punching tiny craters where it fell. The bowstring sang again. The arrow came from behind. It punched through below his right shoulder blade and exited beside his collarbone. He looked down at the arrowhead jutting from his chest—silver-white, slick with blood. His knees buckled. He caught himself on his sword, refused to go down. He lifted his head. The five men had spread out, waiting for him to fall. He gripped the sword, its point tracing

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

He drew his sword. "It is time." End of Chapter Twenty-Three

Within seconds, a blonde wolf launches herself at the nearest warrior. They collide. Selene raises her hand. The air changes. A force throws another warrior backward. I face the third. He swings a silver blade. I dodge. The weapon slices my sleeve. Pain flashes through my arm. I strike his chest. He stumbles. He comes again. Faster. I duck beneath his arm. My wolf pushes forward. Now. Gold erupts from my palm. The warrior flies backward. He lands hard against a tree. Silence follows. I stare at my hand.

However, Philip looked up from the ground, his eyes filled with the image of the arrow that was covered by lightning. He smiled, and the energy pressure on his body surged! Philip spread his arms and formed a circle above his head. The fire chimera sword in his hand floated upward and split into ten swords above Philip’s head! The ten swords flickered with hot airwaves. At Philip’s command, they launched straight at the arrow! Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Ten swords pierced through the sky and slashed the arrow! Boom! There was a huge explosion. The moment the swords collided with the arrow, a vision appeared!

Although it wasn't that serious, I still received a wound while I was fighting against my opponents. In the place where I couldn't see, the hilt of my sword created a red beam along with the blood splattered. END OF CHAPTER 41