Swordmaster Youngest Son Novels & Stories

I shoot one after the other, on a rampage. He shakes his head vehemently. That bastard. How could he do this to his own son? I clench and unclench my fists. "When was this?" My heart accelerates to an erratic rhythm and it's as if he identifies the traitor before I do because it knows. It already knows the answer. The soldier grits his teeth. "10 or so years ago," he replies. My heart beats so loudly I'm afraid it will burst out of my chest, scared that every single man in this room will be able to hear it cry out. In victory, in defeat, in madness, and delight.

Village Head Fan had a bitter expression on his face as he struggled to keep his eyes on the sword. These swords were the secret of his family. These were the swords they were named after. Although Village Head Fan always pretended not to know anything about the titles he and his son received, he did. His father told him long before he died what these titles were. His father had stolen these priced swords from his family when he escaped their house in the city and brought them here with him. Unfortunately for his father, the man wasn’t able to carry along the sword he was named after. If he had that blade, he wouldn’t have died in the battle against the Winged Serpent.

Denn was capable of commissioning Northriv Swordmaniac, so he was definitely not an amateur. After an hour, Kayson was done recuperating. He swung his sword casually and unleashed sword energy that cracked the wall and left behind a huge gash. Chadwick and Jairo were shocked. “Congratulations on your fully formed sword aura, Mr. Yarde. You’re comparable to a grandmaster!” Kayson chuckled and said, “Both of you are too modest.” He looked at Jairoand said, “Swordmaniac was quite powerful. He died tonight, so I believe that Mr. Denn will most certainly exercise caution by not sending people here rashly anymore.”

“However, every Admiralporium member remained silent and disregarded his request. “When Mr. Hamilton Sr. learned that the man had such a powerful influence that not even the Admiralporium could take action on him, he was so furious that he destroyed the door of the Admiralporium’s headquarters. “Admiralporium was conscious of its own mistake and did not try to pick a fight with him. From then on, Mr. Hamilton Sr. returned to Northspring and devoted his attention to training. “Afterward, he became the universally-known Heavenly Sword, and his battle against Tre-strike also allowed his reputation to soar to its peak. “Ever since the incident, Mr. Hamilton Sr. refused to be affiliated with the

The other members of the team: Timmy Stormblood 'Tim', the eldest and most matured member of the team. Age nineteen, son of Delactor Stormblood a world renowned swordsman. Tim joined the blade rage with the goal of becoming one of the strongest swordsman in the continent. At age nine he began learning the ways of the sword, at eleven he developed his own sword force and by fourteen he began learning sword style. Wielding the sword dubbed, Confessor's end. Now having a current bounty of ninety thousand perus.

One of Harvey's legs was suddenly broken by a stomp. His legs were twisted at odd angles, with stark white bones piercing through the skin, creating a gruesome sight. "Ah!" Harvey was in unbearable pain, and their screams echoed throughout the hall. Everyone was shocked! "How dare he?" "That's the eldest son of the Harringtons, the top disciple of the Iron Sword Sect, the future son-in-law of the Whales family from Kingsvale. It's like he's stirred up a massive storm!"

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

“Any background information about the blue-eyed kid?” “We've got some information which he submitted on the tournament registration. His name is Arth, and it turns out, he’s from Frostwood village.” Kael nodded as he turned the pages on the folder. He had heard that name when he watched the tournament. "And the other one?" “We couldn’t identify the name of the other swordsman, Sir Kael, the one who had dark skin and hazel eyes. But one of our knights have recognized him,” Grand Knight Simon replied. “He’s the only son of Gregor Doran, the Chief of Frostwood Village.”

Swoosh— Just as they spoke, a dark figure with an overwhelming aura suddenly dashed out from the entrance like a flying bat. Bang! Smack! Boom! With just a slight effort, Noir and the others were sent retreating by over a dozen steps. They barely managed to regain their footing, but their bodies continued to wobble. In contrast, the figure dressed in a white robe stood coolly in front of the three Swallow family martial realm experts. He fanned himself with a folding fan, exuding an aura of arrogance. He was the Young Master the three mentioned, a legitimate heir of the Swallows, Osian Swallow!

It was quiet for a moment. Then, the man burst into shrill, deranged laughter. “What a joke! You’re the son of the owners of this place? If you are, then I’m the king of the world!” The man laughed so hard that he was shaking all over. He pointed a finger at me and said, “Listen, punk, you shouldn’t mess around so much. Although I’ve never met the guy, Professor Corleone told me her son is a king among men. He’s studying abroad! He doesn’t wear no-name trash like you! I’ve met a lot of your kind. You think you can pretend to be rich and powerful just because you’re not as good as others. Do you really think that will get you anywhere?”