Sword Art Online Novels & Stories

“Celestial Empire’s Sword Warrior will face Korea’s Sword God on Stag Island tomorrow. The match ticket costs 30 billion won.” In recent years, the public became more aware of the Second World in the west and the ancient martial arts world in the east. The dark web’s content was rapidly changing, and many stories about the communities began to emerge. When GPE announced the news, it created a huge stir on the dark web. The Sword Warrior of the Celestial Empire and the Sword God of Korea? A ticket with a price tag of 30 billion won? The focus of this news was not exactly on Sword Warrior and Sword God. Many underground members that had never been in contact with the Second World and ancient m

Harvey's face was twisted with rage, he channeled all his martial arts strength into the heavy sword through his right arm. The sword's edge exuded a gleam that was over a foot long and it shimmered brilliantly. It was clear that Harvey had lost all his patience; his only desire was to kill the man in front of him and to avenge past humiliations. Immediately, he thrust his sword toward Woody and aimed for a fatal blow. Whoosh! The blade's edge cut through the air with a sharp whistle, it was swift as a gale and fierce as lightning. "Quick, look! That's the Iron Sword Sect's most powerful technique, 'The West Strike!'"

Sophie stood beside me, her eyes wide with excitement. "Today, we will explore different types of weapons and find out which ones are most suitable for each of you," Scarllet announced, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Lina, why don't you start with the sword?" I eagerly nodded, taking a step forward to pick up an elegant sword with a silver hilt. It felt surprisingly natural in my grip as I swung it through the air, testing its weight and balance. Scarllet watched me closely, nodding in approval.

From sadness into happiness in a short time, she was one of the experts. "What weapon do you like?" "Twin swords, I like two for play." "System! Active blacksmith and making one Sword." Tink! The menu options release. "What state need to imbue?" "Strength." Tink! One weapon done, imbue sword strength success. Tink! State sword release. Name : Sword Strength : 10 "Spelling?" She talking alone, with little voice till her ears can't be listening to herself. "Try this Sword." The weapon out from thin air, he takes it and gives it to Cleo Nie.

"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.

Minos ordered Rei, "I got this." Rei dashed out of the room as Minos tried to take his own swing. The tall drow parried and dodged as well. They danced around each other in the big chamber, minding the exhibits that surrounded them. Swing. Parry. Dodge. Minos could tell from the tall drow's stance and moves that he is as good as him with the sword.

There were around a thousand of them, but Harriet held them by herself with her . The swords and the spears from all around Almandine City, even outside of it, had floated and started to glow with purple . All of them formed a thousand upon thousand of and , ready to pierce into the Wyvern's body. Behind her, Orcenal vomited blood. He fell to his knees, and his body started to glow and disintegrate into thousands of light particles. While Harriet's eyes glowed in golden and purple light, maintaining her connection with Liam, as well as preparing the biggest in the history of mankind.

We had to succeed. The clash of swords, the cries of the wounded, and the shouts of commands were heard all over the air. In the midst of this chaos, I faced Arit, the formidable warlord of the Rare breeds. She moved with a deadly grace, her every strike precise and powerful. I parried her blows, feeling the weight of each clash, shake through my body.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

Due to their work, they rarely saw each other and since Vailan is occupied with the east monsters, he is ordering Duke Schit to kill them before they maximize in number. The sword that Vailan gave to her, from the Seven Mountains, has been serving her for over a week already. Vailan called for mages to quickly dissipate Mr. Sword’s toxins and poisons in his body and now he’s standing beside Dallan. His white sword hung around his waist with his arms crossed. Although he doesn’t have a kind manner, at least his skills are far better than any knight. Of course, Dev and he might be on par in terms of strength and skills.