Sword Zero Novels & Stories

Swooosh! The blade with a blue glow was swung forward without any hesitation. The Zephyr Slash was pulled off once again! It was a simple and straightforward cut but packed with massive damage! “Your swordsmanship has already been perfected, Mr. Akano. If you manage to kill this man, you shall be crowned as the Shindan Way’s Sword Saint!” Sakura Miyamoto calmly said while admiring the battle. Taro Akano’s courage increased exponentially. The blade in his hand was filled with a menacing aura.

“Looks like I’ll have to look for a new way to train!” Zephyr sighed. He put out his right arm, “Come!” With that, a white light flashed across the sky, then landed in Zephyr’s hand. His sword filled with Focus, and vibrated in his hand. He gripped it tightly before he sent an arcing slash towards the waterfall. “Seven Slash – Fifth Slash!”

It was the same as asking a bovine to eat beef. Coming back to his wood chopping spot, Zen stared at the large pile of unchopped wood. He came too far to give up now. Unfortunately for him, Zen did not know any swordmasters in Godfather Academy. In reality, swords were the least useful weapons with advanced firearms and bionic armaments. Hence, nobody bought swords in the game. Zen was the only one using it for some reason.

The white-haired and white-browed young man had unsheathed his long sword. It was a strange long sword that was as clear as jade. One flank of the sword was the cutting edge, and the other flank was a sharp sawteeth-shaped edge. The blade was long and narrow, and it looked like a beam of silver light when it shook. Every time it shook, a beam of light shot out from it like a fierce tiger coming out of a box. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The first prototype hit Sora with the force of a high-speed train. Its organic silver blades clashed against Sora’s combat knife, creating a shower of sparks that hissed in the freezing air. The impact sent a jolt of agony through Sora’s wrists, but he didn't give ground. He planted his heels into the frost and pushed back, his hybrid muscles screaming as they fought against the superior mass of the generation two.

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

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."

A bright network of illuminating embers danced through the blade of the sword like a crack of lightning. Alicia was taken aback. Daito launched the sword through the opening with immense force, like a javelin. The sword zipped through the hole with an unimaginable speed. The vurhan squeezed out one last shriek before falling to the ground lifeless. Slejj draped his arms in exhaustion, dissolving the shield, revealing the vurhan before them with half of its head missing. The sword managed to saver half its head off with sheer force. It pierced through several trees that were unfortunate enough to be standing behind the vurhan. The faint glow of the sword could be seen into the darkness, stuck

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h