The Lazy Swordmaster Novels & Stories

“You’ll punch me and land back in holding? Save the macho routine, Rambo.” He stared out the window, jaw clenched. Then, slowly, he turned his head. “You think just ‘cause you wear a suit and parrot orders, you’re better than me? I’ve been in this game longer than you’ve been relevant.” “You’re right,” I said coolly. “But being in the game and winning are two different things. You fight like a dog. Storm plays like a king.” “And you?” he snapped. “What are you? His jester?”

“Your Master is so hard! It's hard to adopt! ” "Do you want to see and die?" Should I still ask that? At the same time, he pointed to the bond ring I was wearing. “It's only a matter of time before the crystal becomes black! If you do not find a way, it may be too late. ” "What am I going to do?" Tarantang chimay naman ako !!!

This left her wondering whether or not she should bring herself out of the covers. "Mistress, I am Yoon Jaemin, Master's secretary. I apologise for the scare you have just gotten. That was Han Minjae, and he can be little rough at times. If you are comfortable, I would hope for you to take down the covers. I will try my best to answer all the questions you have. This situation must be quite puzzling." It might be because of how gentle and soft his voice was for that instant, Sihyeon had tears almost forming at the corner of her eyes.

“That’s the wrong mindset. You fight to win. To tear down your opponent and rise from the dust before he can breathe again.” A silence followed after my words. I dropped my jacket to the ground, stepping into one of the circles. A hush fell as I pointed to the nearest warrior among the trainers. “You. Come.” The man was broad shouldered and had a scar running down his cheek, seasoned enough to know I wasn’t offering him an easy test. He nodded and stepped forward, bow in hand. “Blade,” I corrected, tossing him a wooden sword from one of the baskets kept. He caught it, adjusted his grip, and came at me without hesitation.

Kayson heaved a sigh. “You’ve underestimated all the heroes in the world. I’ve always believed that pre-celestial fighters or grandmasters have very few worthy opponents.” “Hmm?” The old man in black was stunned for a moment. “What did you say again? Are you a grandmaster?” Kayson opened up his palm. From a nearby area, a sword was drawn by his presence and flew into his hand instantly. It was precisely Shiloh’s sword from the previous night. He carried it with him all this time, but he kept it in the car that he picked up before he came chasing after this old man.

He looked offended and confused at the same time when Zachary’s men were laughing at him. He didn’t understand why they were so calm about this. His boss got that that young master’s red card and Zachary Dawson was not supposed to be this calm. Not to mention he seemed to bring only ten of his men. “You ugly bastard! Who you are talking to our young master like that?!” They snapped at him, made him almost flinched. He was not supposed to be scared but that man they called young master Dawson stood so tall and mighty in the middle really bring out the different dark aura.

This excellent man had no idea that I and Henry had only lasted so long because of my abilities. But a saint of the sword? What is that title, and how does it qualify for such a title? Selena, the Sword Master, is a name I've heard of. Is it the same thing? "Hey, kid, I don't typically say things like this, but you two seem special, so I'll say a few words here." “Kamish...my name isn't important to remember, but my title is the Sword Saint, which I hope you remember well. Maybe study it a little further when you leave here."

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."

Long Chen just nodded with a smile while looking up and down Shen Li's body. "To be called a sword disciple they must be able to possess the sword aura, then if they are called a sword master they must master one body and one sword, then the sword heart, and there is the sword heart. You can master the ninth sword aura proving worthy of being a disciple of the sword king." Jian Guang stared at Long Chen in shock, he could easily convey and correctly guess his disciple's true strength which indicated perhaps Long Chen was also a sword master. "It turns out young master Long is also a sword master."

He smiled calmly and said, "Since you think I'm no match for you, what are you waiting for?" Hearing this, Master couldn't help but be furious. As Master of dignified Sword Ancestry, he had never been so angry. "You're courting death!" As soon as he finished speaking, Master flew toward Lucas again. Master's speed was extremely fast. In an instant, he was in front of Lucas. He had pulled out the sharp sword behind him and stabbed toward Lucas. Looking at the sword, Lucas couldn't help shaking his head secretly. He thought why Master of Sword Ancestry just didn't understand his words.