Swordsman Marvel Novels & Stories

A smile danced on his face. Savan turned towards him: “I will take these two; you take care of the rest.” “Aye,” the sorcerer moved forward. Savan continues towards them, their faces change. They dismount, rush toward him. A fatal mistake, with one movement his sword is out. The sword flashes, in an instance their throats are slashed. The first rider fell like a sack. The second one with his hand tries to stop the leaking body fluid, after that, he too falls like a sack.

The green misty veil that covered old man Jenkins’ body further corroded the sword and it broke just milliseconds after impact. The swordsman was infuriated. His beloved sword! It was gone just like that? His smile turned to a scowl. He waved his hand and a new sword appeared. Old man Jenkins paused, processing his thoughts at the speed of a supercomputer. He stared at the sword, trying to find if anything was special about it, but no, it only seemed like a regular claymore, which made Old man Jenkins instantly feel on edge. He looked at the swordsman whose smiling face had darkened into a sinister scowl. He knew he had to be cautious. After all, why would the swordsman angrily materialize a

“Don’t you see? The hotel’s closed. He didn’t even wait for us to leave before deciding to take us down! He’s not afraid at all!” Kairi frowned, then glanced at the entrance. A short man stood there. He was wearing a broad robe with a long and short sword hanging on his waist. He pulled his long sword out, its blade incredibly sharp. “An Islander?” Kairi’s expression turned horrible. Harvey casually glanced at the man. “Not just any Islander. He’s probably an expert from one of the Six Schools of Martial Arts. “He must’ve injected himself with the enhancement drug as well.

The blade was black; one side of the sword was sharp, and the other was blunt. The sword looked similar to the Tang Sword that Sloan had used. However, when he saw it closer, it was much wider than the Tang Sword. Darryl gulped; he had never expected to find a cripple in the valley. What surprised Darryl was his power; he knew that the person's ability exceeded his expectations. He was not able to feel the man's strength. At that moment, Jewel stood forward from behind Darryl's and shouted bravely, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The Samson of our generation" Kim voice echoed through out the house. Like he was speaking into a microphone. "Aargh" Abel groaned in pain, from a sword cut at his back. He dodged the next sword attack from the assaulter. The latter made a double flip backwards and landed on the ground in a Spider-Man pose, with the sword placed at his back. "Kiba. One badass martial art swordsman"

"Zephyr!!!" His sword vibrated and flew back to his hand with a sharp fizzing sound. Every sword master could name their spirit sword once they got it. It wasn't necessary, but it felt inappropriate to not give them a name, since the sword had a spirit in it. Moreover, the sword would respond better when their master called their name. Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy.

Another fierce clash of swords ensued, each strike unleashing terrifying Sword Energy that spread to the surroundings. After tens of thousands of exchanges, the light gate collapsed with a bang. In an instant, James and the mysterious strong man reappeared in the valley. James, surrounded by lightsabers, looked domineering, while the mysterious powerhouses, were enveloped in golden characters, wielding the Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword’s Upper Three Sword. The mysterious man chuckled, “You’re amazing! I thought we could determine a winner within the Gate of Perception. I didn’t expect it to be unable to withstand our powers and collapse in less than tens of thousands of rounds. It’s a pity.”

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.