The Undefeatable Swordsman Novels & Stories

Contempt! Humiliation! All the spectators from Japan were filled with grief and indignation. "Everyone knows how powerful our Super Masters of Sword are. They have won every battle and suffered zero defeats. It's impossible for you to kill them!" “Shameless Yang Xiao, you actually launched a sneak attack!” How could the invincible Super Master of swordsmanship be killed by the same person? This person was silent and nameless in the Sword Tao world! The Second Heaven King's eyes became gloomy. "Yang Xiao, your sneak attack will not work after a few times!"

“First, she could tell. And second, I don’t ever want to lose in a swordsmanship duel against anyone my age or younger than me.” “Huh,” I muttered. “What drives you? You want to become the strongest swordsman?” “Yes. It’s the pride of wielding this sword on my waist.” He told me, while tapping his palm twice on the hilt of his sword— Crepusculum Ignotum. “Even though it’s a legend… You do know that the strongest swordsman is one of the legendary twelve apostles, right?” “Hmm… I don’t know about that.” He murmured. “But I swear not to lose to anyone my age or younger than me ever since that one defeat I had with a friend of mine.”

She took the blade again and swiftly cut her wrist without showing even an ounce of pain on her face. The water began to color red and she lay there with her head on the edge, a serene smile played on her lips. One wondered is this how death feels? Like a happiness after ages? Like perfectly cold water after a long run? Like life was never meant to be? ***

In Cloud tower, the three failed attackers returned with bad news. “The Sword Keeper escaped and Bala is frozen.” Said Vale, pointing to the frozen mass on the floor. Then Kariya unthawed him and said “You failed and before you die, I want you to meet your replacement.” Then a guy with black and yellow spiked hair, wearing a blue jacket, a black shirt and pants entered the room. Bala pleaded with Kariya not to kill him, he was then cut down by Kariya’s wind sword.

Ram, Nand, and Vipula were locked in their own fierce battles. The masked man's followers swarmed them, but each team member stood resilient, their unique weapons turning the tide in their favor. Ram wielded a double-edged sword, its blade humming with energy. He moved with a ferocity that belied his calm demeanor, each swing of his sword sending enemies sprawling. His strikes were precise, each blow calculated to incapacitate rather than kill, reflecting his disciplined nature. As attackers closed in, he parried and countered with an almost supernatural speed, the sword's glow illuminating his path through the chaos.

Even though they spoke as if they were not afraid of anything, they still did not hold back at all in fear something unexpected could take place. Fane raised an eyebrow as he pushed his hands forward, shooting the Soul Swords forward like arrows toward his opponents. Three techniques clashed in the air at the same time as countless rocks slammed into the Soul Sword. The fat man was smiling, already certain that his attack would pulverize the gray sword. However, his smile did not last for even half a second as the Soul Sword did not stop at all, piercing through his technique and unleashing gray-colored energy. The energy completely swallowed up all his rocks. His attack failed to stop the S

He’s sure that his sword is one of the top ten greatest swords in the system that has been tested with the blood of many experts that he won. While he’s startled Zhu Wushang immediately approaches him with fierce palm combat arts. The melee fight made the roof shatter even further with spirit qi residue from many impacts between two people. ------ The experts who observe the fight went into an uproar after seeing what was in front of him. “Wait! Isn’t that Zhu Wushang the crippling son of our Grand General didn’t they say he can’t walk and didn’t even have cultivation!?” One of the experts asks his friend who’s watching the same scene like him.

He killed her for nothing. My hatred fuelled me as we battled, he was still strong and wiry. Leaping in and out of defensive manoeuvres trying to wrong-foot me. It was obvious which of us had completed decades of attack training and which had only brute strength to rely on. Brute strength and boiling rage.

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

I woke up in the middle of the night and began cultivating my internal energy, drawing upon the memories stored in this body. According to the knowledge of the previous owner, cultivators are highly esteemed in this era. A single cultivator can defeat ten or more martial artists based on the strength accumulated through their internal energy. In my previous life, the organization I was part of researched similar techniques, but they yielded no results. Perhaps the pollution in the modern world prevented them from absorbing the earth spirit energy. My mother, who clearly had a significant background, taught me how to cultivate. My father was also involved, but the previous Bellona was sworn t