Versatile Sword Cultivator Novel Novels & Stories

he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara. "Thank you," he said to her and drank it whole. "I so much despise this Gora," she announced while riding up the stairs with Zaviar and Yara flanking her. "The Pakistani boys are much better than them." "Just because you couldn't have colorful eyes and blonde hair doesn't mean you should be jealous of the one having." She locomoted her body to look at the face of none other than Abraham Chauhdry. He was standing two steps behind her. His electric green eyes were contracted into narrow slits due to bright sunlight. His blonde hair shimmered in the sunshine. Minahil was too busy glaring at him

Following that, he met a strange man who showed him the path to becoming a cultivator. He had extraordinary determination because he lived in a harsh environment on a snowy mountain. Within a few years, he had advanced aggressively, even inventing his own swordsmanship, A Kill In Every Ten Steps. As the name implied, if Joewel demonstrated the skill during a fight, he would kill his opponent with his longsword within ten steps. That was not the only thing. He purposefully had a strange longsword forged for him to unleash the full potential of his swordsmanship.

She purses her lips in displease seeing everyone is leaping aside. 'Why in the hell would they leap away as if it's a vulture?! The sword is aimed straight and they could have just stepped aside from its way! Why would they do backflips and all? Is this a gymnastics class or what? And what's with that dude? Why is that guy breathing heavily as if he just escaped from a hunting lion?' She notices only a few guys just took a step aside and stood straight calmly. THUD! Her eyes follow the sound and see Parthib stopped the sword by holding it in his bare hand. The sharp edge has cut his palm resulting in bleeding.

They sat near the Moon Rock. Yasvie began to shiver after seeing something move. Danyel did not notice that. “Can I…can I touch your sword, sire? I’ve never touched one.” Yasvie asked with a scared face. Danyel smiled and gave her the sword. “No need to be afraid. I can give you anything.”

"Of course, it's you! You're the toad and I'm the swan. You're not even worthy to tie my shoes, so get lost before I make you regret it." "You wretched woman, I'll make you wish you were never born..." The man, now completely enraged by Serena's words, decided to use force. He couldn't believe he couldn't handle a drunken woman. This woman had truly ignited his fury, he absolutely hated it when people called him ugly. The man reached out aggressively, trying to grab her. But Serena wasn't someone to mess with, she swiftly caught his arm and with a graceful spin, tossed him aside effortlessly. Despite her petite and charming appearance, Serena was trained in Taekwondo.

The same one who had been violent towards me ever since. I saw the blade sharp and clean, Rambo took it in his hand and ran the edge of the knife across my face and down to my neck. He then cut the neck of my dress with the sharp edge of the knife. In a few minutes he pulled the neck of my dress and ripped it into two. Ah! Ha! The joy that appeared on his face was second to none. My breasts laid bare on my chest, I couldn't hide them with my hands. He licked his lip at the sight of my round boobs.

They rest for a moment and left. Catherine went to the nearest pond and started practicing with the wooden sword. Hikaru saw her, he was carrying Destiny’s sword. He don’t know what is he feeling towards her. His heart was beating so fast and that time seems very slow when he's around her. He went closer to her. "You are doing well. Destiny would be glad if you practice with this.” Hikaru gave Catherine the sword Destiny has left. Catherine was surprised seeing the sword again. He holds the wooden sword and she was staring at the sword Hikaru handed.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

The sword emitted a faint hum the moment it appeared, constantly quivering. It was Oliver’s treasured sword—Voidbreaker, named with the intent to shatter even space itself. After infusing vigorous true vitality into the body of the sword, the sword gleamed brightly, so radiant that one could not look straight at it. It even outshone the sun in the sky. The next moment, the sword energy rose in the air with immense momentum, cutting through the sky. Boom! Oliver’s sword struck the array. However, his expression grew even more unpleasant. Although his sword was full of dominance, it only created a few ripples when it hit the protective barrier of the array.

A big spike of ice Valienne created a moment before that almost pierced his skull, crumbled into pieces. Rion spun on his right heel, his sword and body still humming fiercely with spirit energy. He swung his sword horizontally. Valienne was too far away to get into his attack range. But Rion's spirit energy lashed out like a sharp extent of his sword and swiped the whole area it could reach.