Sword Art Online Chapter 16.5 Novels & Stories

" I looked at the man in front of me and an anger rose up within me. I felt like killing the man at all cost. I saw the man trying to charge his lightning powers by coating the sword with it. Not making the same mistake from last time, I'll bent down and picked up the dragon sword that had fallen with my right hand. But something strange happened. The sword on my left hand glowed blue and the blood from my two misjointed arms floated above the air and in an instant, they were all consumed by the Dragon sword.

Charles said proudly, "It seems that the fifth mistake you mentioned was that I didn't know that you still had help, but she wasn't helpful at all. Were you disappointed and surprised?" Charles grinned again, pulled out the Autumn Waters Sword from his chest, and swung it hard, nailing the longsword into the stone wall a hundred meters away. Then, he glared at Caspian as he stretched out two fingers, tapped on the wound on his chest, and waved his hand again. "Bloodstain Boundaries!"

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

Rion reached out one of his hand although he knew the distance between him and Valienne was simply too far. Desperate and outraged, he shouted harshly, "ZEPHYR!!!" The sword swoop down sharply as a response to its master. The blade flashed under the sun as it flew swiftly to stop the celestial demon.

That burden now rested heavily on Celeste’s shoulders. Without thinking, Celeste cupped Eva’s tear-streaked face, her thumb gently brushing away the older woman’s tears. She could feel the warmth of her skin beneath her hand, and the grief that radiated from her seemed to seep into her own heart. Silently, she guided Eva to the nearest seat in the hospital lobby, careful to support her as they moved. Once seated, Celeste took Eva’s trembling hands in hers, her fingers squeezing them lightly in a quiet gesture of reassurance. Then, locking eyes with Eva, Celeste made a solemn vow—a promise that she would not back down, that she would fight for Salvador’s life, no matter how difficult or painf