Undefeatable Swordsman Novels & Stories

she laughed as she walked towards the door and opened it. She gaped at him for a moment, Noor didn’t expect to see a handsome young man who wore a sky blue kaftan, an apple watch that is worth her school fees for at least four years, black loafers, and Cartier sunglasses "Afraah if you’re ready let’s go," he said in a deep calm tone that almost melted Noor’s heart

he said raising it and shoving it back into the sheath, he walked out of his room and Regal followed. Regal stood behind Raymond, his hands clutched at his back, as Raymond addressed the recruits with grace like he didn't have a big painful wound at his back, eating him up. Regal heart was heavy, but with his chin raised high, he watched the new recruit, yell "to victory" while raising their swords. Whatdo I feell? You wouldn't want to know, but at least I knew, even those who I thought were blessed by fate, also had their problem.

Chaos said. The man was a deadly tornado with the twin swords twirling in his hands. He kept on missing the vital parts but his opponent was already bleeding in many parts of his body. Despite being clothed in armor, the hook of his sword was able to squeeze some cuts in the place where the armor can’t cover. Even his fighting style was not that of a knight. It was more like a barbarian whose strikes had no sense of direction. He was just attacking to wound or kill.

And I drop kicked him in the chest and he fell down while I managed to maneuver midair. While he is down I feel like I might black out from that impact with his head. Damn that hurt like as*! I took out my bracelet and put it into my pocket. I don’t know if he still has tricks in his sleeves and he is here to kill me. It’s fitting that I will give my all, but as I compose myself, my reflexes kicked in and I just got grazed at my cheek with that unforeseen attack that he did. He had a f*cking sword! “Die, mongrel!” he yelled as he rushed towards me and tried to slash me with his sword. And it was flaming!

"You see, Fumiya is the best in terms of fighting among us. He's fast, strategic, and undeniably strong." Eleonna's eyes widened when Shaun kicked the table beside them. Why is there a table inside the ring in the first place? In just a split seconds, he was already free from his grip. Fumiya groaned as he felt a pang of pain from his arm. When he looked at Shaun, he was already holding a card with blood on its edge. "But everyone has weakness too. Fumiya might be good in terms of fighting, but Shaun is dangerous when he gets ahold of anything, and by anything it includes the safest things that you can imagine." Celeste finished.

Namjoo whispered, “It’s not a good idea to act like a weak kid in front of the shopkeeper. He tends to scam his customers to get the maximum profit. Although he’s like that, he does have some high-quality items. He is a renowned blacksmith that knows his stuff. He just likes money too much. When he gets back, you should act carefully around him.” Yuna asked, “Is he a scary person? It didn’t seem like he could lift a sword with his scrawny figure.” Namjoo burst out laughing when she heard Yuna, “He’s far from scrawny. You must not be able to tell since he isn’t as big as the warriors of our nation. He is very strong. He may look like a clumsy weakling, but he’s far from it. He tends to be clu

Samehada (Naruto) Among the seven swords on this list, perhaps Samehada is the sword you are most familiar with and you don't need to go into detail about its origins. Samehada or literally means "shark skin" is the main sword of Kisame, Itachi's partner in Akatsuki. This abnormally shaped sword was passed down from generation to generation since the first Mizukage Era. Kisame himself is not the rightful owner of this sword, but Samehada (as a soul sword) judges the ninja worthy of swinging it.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open and he struck out with his sword as he performed a defensive technique his 7th master taught him. “Prideful Sword: Guard of the Half-Moon” What was the difference between the 7th and the 8th really? Unlike the 8th who had no defensive techniques at all and only focused on offense, 7th who was the master of the Prideful Sword, balanced out his attacks and defenses. But because of this 7th’s strongest attack wasn’t nearly as powerful as 8th’s most powerful move. This was because unlike 7th, 8th was unrestrained in his attacks and his spirit was infused into every strike.

It was hard to imagine, but at the same time, it was too exaggerated! "What kind of sword art is this? It's so pure that it can attack and defend both naturally and smoothly. It's like a spear coming out like a dragon, but also like a gentleman and a sword. The unpredictable changes are sometimes fierce and sometimes wonderful!" The old monk looked at Samuel holding the sword and couldn't help sighing. "I didn't expect that after taking away this guy's Pangu Axe, I thought that half of his arm was broken, but I didn't expect that this guy was also so proficient in swordsmanship." The old monk shook his head helplessly.

The scenery around the two of them changed like a revolving light and finally stopped beside a small stone gazebo with a few sturdy bamboos growing on the sides. The old man took Philip into the gazebo and said, “I see that your swordplay is quite open and unrestrained, but there’s a trace of imperceptible finesse in it. Although unrestrained, all your moves are true to your heart.” “My swordplay is called ‘Forthright Swordplay’, created when I traveled the world during my younger days and experienced all walks of life. This sword technique can only be mastered by a broad-minded person. A narrow-minded person who learns this technique will definitely go mad.”