Undefeatable Swordsman Novels & Stories

Nooope He was as fast and equally terrifying as a giant naked man running at you with his dick in hand. "Hoo. So you know who I am?" "Unfortunately so.. Think this feeling is where ignorance is bliss feels ideal." "How about a little duel just us and our swords, you take me on and all these other fine people will stand to the side if you win?" Most people would probably see this as a blessing but in reality 'As much as I would like to accept it, I would die.' If Chris was to use just a sword honestly speaking he had absolutely no doubt he would die. Alexis was the greatest swordsman in the kingdom Chris had got to see him fight on the battlefield many times before. Calling him a human wrecki

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.

He looked like a flaming mountain, untouchable and immovable. “You broke my sword,” Mane stated blandly as he looked up at the stunned Apex Monkey that didn’t seem to realise that its arms were on fire. He stretched out his hand, and the sword that had escaped his grasp flew back into his arms. Then he calmly unsheathed his heavy sword. Without waiting for the Apex Monkey to recover he struck out quickly. His swords were swift, and each of them was engulfed in flames as Mane struck out. “4 Way Cut: Perfect Square”

I should’ve been able to defend more easily, should have been able to match him more easily. But the truth was that my desire for truth held no candle to the evil desperation of a power hungry man. He moved with practiced speed and grace, dodging each one of my attacks and still managing to get in hits despite my having the superior – and only – weapon. I knew it was over when as the blade sliced across his face, he leaned in, instead of backing away. In a flash, a stunning blow cracked against my skull, blackening my vision and sending me slumping. My fingers loosened against NightSword and it clattered away from me.

What a waste of my time! Magnolia's face turned cold. Then, she let out a sharp laugh. "So that's what you really feel about all this?" The temperature around them seemed to drop. Quinton’s face went pale, and he fell silent in fear. But it was already too late. Magnolia had already pulled out a scalpel and slashed Quinton's waist in one swift motion. He stared at the wound, blood pouring out, disbelief written all over his face. Only then did the pain seem to register as his scream echoed through the hospital.

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.

Edgar swung his sword from an unexpected angle, aiming to break through Adrian’s defenses. Adrian sneered and said, "You must have a death wish!" Suddenly, a sword energy appeared in Adrian’s hand, transforming into a radiant arc that shot forward and tore through everything in its path. "What kind of sword technique is this?" Edgar was taken aback, his gaze filled with disbelief as he watched Adrian unleash a technique he couldn’t fully comprehend. He forced himself to calm down and said, "No matter how clever your techniques, I’ll still kill you!" With that, he swung his sword again, and this time, he believed that he'd land a fatal blow. However, Adrian remained standing calmly. He releas

He jumped back and with hostility and asked, "Who exactly are you!?" "......" Silence was my answer and blasted myself forward in a horizontal slash with the blunt end of my sword. Blaze of smoke was produced following my trail as I finished him off with a variation of my Father's . This veiled swordsman strength is just that much to applaud. I'll give him that. He fell on the ground unconsciously, while the three robed individuals who were with him skedaddle out of fear, dragging the swordsman with them.

Before I could blink an eye, the man that was sitting beside the slumped man, stood up with a sharp weapon about to avenge his friend. I didn't hesitate to defend myself. I punched him hard in the ribs, then kicked him across the room. He landed and crashed on a table, shattering the glass. Cards, money, and beer bottles flew everywhere. The whole room went quiet again. I thought more would come after me, but they all backed down for some reason known to them. I held my fighter stance with my fists up, my eyes wandering around trying to detect any slight movement form any of them, then my gaze anded on her face.

This was House Vane's primary defense unit—veteran warriors trained to kill without hesitation. They raised their steel blades, charging directly toward me with weapons drawn. ​I exhaled a slow breath, letting the Volcanic Breathing Technique circulate the dense energy through my limbs. ​As the first swordsman reached me, aiming a vicious downward slash at my shoulder, I sidestepped effortlessly and grabbed his blade with my bare hand. The intense heat radiating from my palm surged down the steel. In a matter of seconds, the high-grade metal glowed cherry-red, melting like wax before snapping cleanly in half. ​The swordsman stared in sheer disbelief at the ruined hilt in his hands.