The Undefeatable Swordsman Novels & Stories

Quickly after that came a frightening realization. ‘The Harusame family’s most powerful attack—the Full Bloom! ‘It is also Kenzo’s most powerful technique, and the reason why the swordfighter community in Japan recognize him as the best swordfighter in the nation. ‘Crap, this is bad!’ Ash finally realized the danger but it was too late. His body remained rooted to the ground even though his brain tried desperately to evade the incoming blow. The single glint from the blade turned into two, and then four, and then eight… as it proliferated into countless terrifying glimmering blades.

The colossus who had ruled the entire T city for generations and who's name alone struck fear into the hearts of many countries across the world. Xanfeng Gu, the current Head of the Gu family and elder brother to Max, was known in the hacker world as Fade. he was the only one in the world who could operate using the Gu family's insignia. However at that moment, he looked nothing like the stern family head, instead he had the demeanor of a father looking out for his young daughter. "You mean to tell me that she agreed to marrying the brat from the Feng family?" He spoke up, his dipleasure showing.

Damnit, I was as good as dead, considering the fact I had no idea how to use my powers or at least what the hell they even were. I had taken a longsword just for the sake of self-defense, but it seemed like I had to put it to use now, I guess I had muscle memory of how to use a sword, as I managed to block her attacks without much of a problem, but I kept slipping as my body was still recovering from the shock of the healing spell. She had a small dagger, but from what I had seen, no one here used normal weapons, for example, those arrows had a mind of their own, they changed direction in the air, I was dumbfounded on seeing all of this, and that dagger that I got a cut from seemed to drain

Aiomi carried me as he dodge Frain’s one blow. He placed me far away to the area. I lost my breath as I watched them tirelessly bout each other. A few minutes passed and Aiomi and I fought him together. Frain was a good swordsman and he gave us a hard time. After all, he was once a student at the academy of swordsmen. As I distract Frain, Aiomi was able to slash his clothes down to his chest. Frain’s chest was filled with blood. It was flowing as he continued his aggressive attacks.

You can also witness the splendor of the moves launched by this sword in the Unlimited Blade Works series when Gilgamesh faced Emiya Shirou. Frankly, the weakness of this sword lies in the owner himself who has a sky-high level of arrogance and egoism. If he was willing to take on any opponent regardless of caste of power or merit, Gilgamesh would have been able to defeat all the other servants and win the Holy Grail War. 7. Dragon Slayer (Berserk)

"I’m stuck here until I complete one billion repetitions." He let out a long, exhausted sigh, his breath echoing in the silent void. As much as he hated it, he knew he had no choice. There was no fighting the System. It had brought him this far, and now, to move forward, this was the trial he had to face. He stood up slowly, his legs feeling heavy, and reached for the broken sword on his waist. The sword felt dull and lifeless in his hand, a rusted relic compared to the immense power he had witnessed in the swordsman’s demonstration.

Deafening explosions echoed in the air as sword aura flew about. Their sword intent was lethal and unbeatable. No one could defend themselves from it.

The customers and employees alike watched in awe as Axe stood tall, his chest heaving with adrenaline, his eyes fixed on him. "He would dare make trouble for himself with the leader of the Black Eclipse Cartel? Damn, he's either immortal or a dumbass." One of the other employees muttered under their breath. "No shit," another man murmured, his eyes wide with disbelief. "But this guy is freakishly strong to take the boss down with one punch. I've never seen anyone move as quickly as him." The atmosphere in the club seemed to crackle with a mixture of awe and fear, as the crowd watched in stunned silence.

"Let's find you a more worthy opponent this time. Sigurd!" The giant slowly made his way to stand in front of Brand, his great longsword held loosely in his massive hand. The newcomer took up his own blade and nodded once. Rather than striking immediately, the two large men circled each other taking each other's measure. Sigurd tired of the waiting first and struck a blow. Brand seemed to parry it easily, but from that moment, the fight was on.

This morning, he's going to walk down the front steps, wave his hand and start on his great adventure that will probably include wars and tragedy and sorrow. To live his life in the world he has to live in will require faith and love and courage. So, World, I wish you would sort of take him by his young hand and teach him the things he will have to know. Teach him - but gently, if you can. Teach him that for every scoundrel there is a hero; that for every crooked politician there is a dedicated leader; that for every enemy there is a friend. Teach him the wonders of books.