Undefeatable Swordsman Novels & Stories

said Lucas. The Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen exchanged looks with one another. They all looked terrified and unable to spout a single word. "You guys know me well enough. I just have to swing my sword thrice, and I'm out of here," said Lucas. The Rank 8 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman gritted its teeth. Its face had an infuriated expression on it even though it had no flesh. 'We are Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen, how can we endure such an insult?'

The thought of him using this on her, of her seeing this thing up close, sent a fresh wave of nausea through me. He lunged again, but I was ready. I abandoned brute force. This was her world, and he was its god here. I used my speed, dropping low and sweeping his legs out from under him. He went down with a grunt of surprise, but as he fell, the blade sliced his own arm. He glared, then shimmered, dissolving into thin air. My head whipped around, searching the chaos. Where did he—? There. A guttural scream ripped my attention back to her. He was on her again. “No, no! Let me go!”

“And there’s plenty more where that came from.” “Sir, you’re blocking the Naruto fans,” she said flatly. “Please move, or I’ll have to call Shogun Steve.” “Who is Shogun Steve?” A man who looked like a retired linebacker wearing a kimono stepped out from behind a curtain. He was holding a very large sword. It was made of silver-painted wood, but still looked like it could inflict a painful blow. I retreated. Fast. I sat in the safety of my car, fuming. I wasn’t used to failure, either. And Claire was counting on me! Her opinion of me wasn’t very high, and I didn’t want her to see me as completely useless.

Edward "Are you ready?" I inquired, my gaze locked on her. She nodded, determination shining in her narrowed eyes. With a swift movement, I lunged forward, my sword aimed at her left side. She skillfully blocked my attack, her feet adjusting to maintain her balance. Undeterred, I swung again, this time targeting higher. Just in the nick of time, she raised her sword to deflect my blow. "Impressive," I commended, circling her with purpose. "Don't just react, anticipate. If I strike from your left, where might I strike next?"

I used to doubt the possibility of them being obsessed with Alpha Leonardo, until the first time I set my eyes on him at the marketplace. He had the perfect height, 6ft tall, well-structured face with a chiseled nose. His brown eyes were so beautiful that I almost mistook him for a beautiful lady. His body frame was also perfect; athletic-like. I’d never seen a man so perfectly created by the Goddess. But his personality spoiled it all. He was ruthless and merciless, prideful and arrogant. A disgusting beast, who had zero regard for his subjects. Everyone detested him, and I was the front-runner. My hatred for him grew after the incident at the marketplace when his men knocked down an old la

LYRA. I tried to run, but my feet felt heavy as if rooted to the spot. The rogue's eyes gleamed with a feral intensity, their teeth bared in a snarl. I raised my hands, palms facing them, and summoned a weak burst of energy to defend myself. But he was too strong, too fast. He knocked my hands aside and pinned me against the wall, his claws digging into my shoulders. I struggled, kicking and squirming, but he was too strong. A fist slammed into my stomach, and I gasped for air. Another blow struck my head, and everything went blurry. I felt myself falling, but they caught me, holding me up with a cruel grip.

What is happening right now? Before I know it, I was standing in front one of the knights for a duel after Carl said so. I know that Lancelot is good at swordsmanship, but I am Sakamaki Yuu, a normal Japanese person who only know how to play basketball and dodgeball before I became disabled, I have NEVER touched a cooking knife much more or less a sword?! I might kill myself rather than the enemy! “Uhm, you are...” “It’s Adam, Master Lancelot.”

Blake said, and with a wave of his hand, the head of the smirking man fell to the floor. Fear and hatred were seen in the people around them, not knowing if they would make it out alive or defeat Blake in numbers. Even then, they hesitated until six men in heavy black robes entered and unsheathed their swords with a broad blade known as Takoba Sword. “Still not enough?” Blake said, and with a flick of his hand, the swords that were ready to cleave through him split, and the top of the swords clanged on the wooden floor along with all their heads with their bodied following, making a thumping sound through the building.

] "Ready... They all took their swords out. Rag activated his blood soldiers. Pajim's has thunder power. Gicep has a black sword of fire. Gifud has the power of creating illusions. His illusions cause the opponent to go all out with a fake person apparently looking like him, and after they get completely exhausted. Gifud finishes them with a blow.

"It will be just a minute or two." I frowned in annoyance. How weak did they think I am? Curse or no curse, I couldn't be defeated so easily. Have they forgotten that I was The Invincible alpha, The Undefeated. Although I really doubted my survival as I wasn't half as strong as I had once been, I knew it wouldn't be a piece of cake for them. "Yeah, a minute or two," I repeated, picking up a fallen light stand and breaking it into two.