Unrivaled Spear Knight Wiki Novels & Stories

“In that case, I have no choice but to fight you and win your B-grade enchanted treasure!” “Philip, I don’t care about your status as the chimera prince. I’ll kill you in this fight!” With that said, Kurt unleashed his weapon, a silver spear. Red tassels fluttered at the tip of the spear. A lifelike white tiger was carved on the body of the spear, which exuded a killing intent. Kurt held the spear with both hands and poured his energy into it. With the energy input, the white tiger on the spear seemed to come alive with a roar.

He bled from his mouth, nose, and ears. "I'll kill you, you bastard! I promise I'll kill you, you son-of-a-bitch!" Abel roared hysterically. Abel stood up while trembling. His hair was a mess, and he was wounded all over. He was in terrible shape. On his face was a vicious expression. He put his hands together to create a chant attack. A brilliant white light flared from his body, and a white spear a few feet long slowly extended from the light. The long spear shone with a white light. The blade of the spear was exceptionally sharp. There were runes carved onto the spear, which displayed an immense wave of power. The handle of the spear showed vague carvings as well.

It's unfortunate I'm here alone. “Hit the mark, Katrienair. ” He gave me a spear. I examined the spear. It was made of finer quality than I'd ever seen, made of solid oak wrapped in its finest leather. My heart pounded as I stepped forward. It was a nearly impossible task but I just had to try. I've never used a spear but I've watched him use it the last time we met. I just hoped. I closed my eyes, breathed deeply. I'm going to give this my all.

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

He laughs, ruffling his curls, "I wish I could, but I'm not sure how to use my abilities yet. However, Soren did a mighty fine job teaching me to use a spear." "A spear? Interesting, but I am not too surprised. Soren's preferred weapon is the spear. You will have to show me what you have learned,” I say with excitement. Giving a bright, closed-eyed smile, he slowly stands up, "I'd love to show you." I watch as he walks partway into the trees, then returns holding a halberd spear. I furrow my brows, recognizing the spear by the blue leather grip and silver beaded strips handing. That is Soren's spear.

In the Gate of Living Death, the brilliance of the Linebreaker Overlord had been pushed to its extreme, its radiance rivaling the sun. The spear was engraved with dragons and phoenixes, its top sharp and lethal. The spear intent was raging wildly, leaving the battlefield a mess. Despite the lion’s ferocity, it had little chance against Andrius’ supreme spear intent. Moreover, Andrius’ spear left gashes on its tough hide deep enough to show its bone, creating a striking sight.

- Meanwhile, at the heart of the heritage zone, Tia was holding a silver spear and down on one knee, gasping mouthfuls of air. The spear was gleaming with a faint golden gold and an aura that would leave anyone stunned! A Royal-grade weapon! Still, she was a mess and covered in blood, but his fighting spirit remained ablaze as she glared dead ahead at the roaring wyrm a dozen feet away!

Enough to keep her mother safe, to keep them both alive, and if possible happy, and provided with the most basic necessities. Even though, it seemed to be risky. It truly seemed that she didn’t have a choice. Slowly, she exhaled. “Fine,” she said quietly. “I’ll, I’ll try it.” Neither of them knew that a single decision would change Aria’s life forever. Because somewhere across the city, Roman Knight, the most powerful man in the capital, was about to walk into Sapphire Club.

With a furious roar, he hurled it toward Kiara's back. "Die!!" The spear shot forward like lightning. Yet... Kiara never turned around. She never even tilted her head. Without looking— She simply raised one hand. Clang. She caught the spear effortlessly. The entire arena froze. Still facing away— She flicked her wrist. The spear flew back even faster than before. THUD! A deathly silence engulfed the battlefield. No one moved. No one even dared to breathe. The spear that the Barbarian King had thrown now rested deep inside his own chest.

The spear shafts, forged from steel, intertwined like an inseparable web, trying to trap him in his seat. The spearheads sliced through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, yet the person sitting on the black chair remained motionless. Prince Kral stood tall, his fierce features exuding an aura of darkness. Beneath his black hair, his golden eyes flickered with a tinge of crimson, resembling a towering death god with icy dominance. Nowarrior dared to approach Prince Kral. He was seated on the chair, even though it seemed like he was trapped by spears and unable to move.