Novel & Cerita The Way Of The Sword

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? ***

As long as he could win, as long as he could kill Harvey… As long as he could succeed, it didn't matter what methods he used. Many Islanders started to cheer for Souichiro. When Souichiro heard how the Islanders around him started to cheer for him, he laughed and immediately pulled out the longsword from his belt. The blade was sharp, with a hint of blood on it. It was as if it had been drenched in blood for so many years and had never been washed. With the sword in his hand, Souichiro's willpower was on the rise. "Careful, sir." Yvonne suddenly remembered something when she looked at the longsword. "I heard that the Shindan Way has a sword that had been passed down through the warring state

This is what I was born to do, and this is what I’ll do ‘til my final breath. “When you start with the philosophy shit, I start with the Zs,” Hendrix mocks. “Shut up and focus on the battle. Focus on being a werewolf. Being an Alpha.” Right now, warriors are going to their positions, strategically placed throughout the borders. With their updates through the mind link, I can almost see them, ears pricked, eyes scanning, and nostrils flaring. Ready. Fierce. In the watchtowers, specialized warriors have their wolfsbane dart guns at hand, hoping to knock our enemies out so we can interrogate them later. I shudder internally at the thought of one of those darts piercing my skin, but they’re a ne

Driven by the fervor of his burning essence and blood, the Chaos Flag's fiery radiance flickered for a fleeting moment before waning. Seizing the opportune moment, Severin maneuvered the Oculus Blade's sword beam and sliced it through the flag's defenses, nearly severing the Ancestora's arm in a single stroke.

Any practitioner of the Way of Wisdom at the fifth level of the Energy Refining Technique and above would completely overpower a Warrior who was at the same level. Even if several Warriors who were at a higher level than the practitioner of the Way of Wisdom joined forces against him, the latter would still be able to stand his ground with the help of divine skills. It was clear that Branson, Kody, and Godfrey had all mistaken Sebastian to be a Warrior and not a practitioner of the Way of Wisdom. "Enough nonsense. Kill him!" Kody swung his sword. It carried enough force to split a mountain apart. As the sword flashed through the air, it felt as if the heavens and earth had been cut into two.

"Test its power, my friend." Oswald's eyes gleamed with malice, his hand steady as he unsheathed his sword. He picked a soldier at random, his gaze almost predatory as he neared the chosen target. The man trembled, fear etched onto his face as he awaited his fate. With a swift movement, Oswald plunged his sword into the soldier's chest, aiming for a fatal blow. However, there was no cry of pain, no life lost in that moment. The soldier blinked, his bewildered eyes looking down at the sword impaled in his body, but he remained unscathed.

When Jacket was providing cover for him, Jim had already started forming a mystic technique, channeling all his spiritual power into the blade. In a moment, Jim's sword underwent a bizarre transformation. The entire long blade was now fiery red, flames engulfing it. The flames resembled lava, continuously dripping from the blade like flowing blood. Jim's momentum drastically changed; he looked like a Shura returned from hell. He stared fixedly at Sebastian, the flames on the blade reflecting in his pupils. For a moment, he truly seemed like a Shura returned from the abyss. "I'll take your life, in memory of my brother!"

A bright network of illuminating embers danced through the blade of the sword like a crack of lightning. Alicia was taken aback. Daito launched the sword through the opening with immense force, like a javelin. The sword zipped through the hole with an unimaginable speed. The vurhan squeezed out one last shriek before falling to the ground lifeless. Slejj draped his arms in exhaustion, dissolving the shield, revealing the vurhan before them with half of its head missing. The sword managed to saver half its head off with sheer force. It pierced through several trees that were unfortunate enough to be standing behind the vurhan. The faint glow of the sword could be seen into the darkness, stuck

As she said that, her voice started to take on a seductive hush to it. "I need it so badly, it's making me all frustrated. Mr. Turner... Daddy, please... Help me out just this once, okay?" Faced with a strikingly beautiful young woman throwing herself at me, my male instincts were already on the edge of taking over. With just a slight push, my mind would cross over the precipice of no return. But Shanine was Kerrigan's daughter, and Kerrigan made it clear that I was not to touch Shanine again! I was stuck in a difficult dilemma. What should I do?

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.