Yamcha's Sword Novels & Stories

A river rested on the right side, providing the source of another waterfall nearby. “Are you ready for your training? I hope you finally recovered from what happened recently. Being here is your destiny. Like it or not, you have to embrace it.” Zenus drew one of his swords from his back. Kharyn was following them behind. She held a long sword and handed it to Eleand. “You might die training with Zenus, so I will give you Hasmal—the late king’s sword,” she said. “Thanks,” Eleand hesitated for a while. Because if this sword belonged to the king, he should take good care of it. That responsibility alone was overwhelming. It was a warrior’s sword; the hilt was black, and its pommel was a form of

She felt frustrated when she remembered the scene of Dylan fighting Hayden. “Yeah, suck to be me. I never owned a sword, and so I picked up the wrong sword.” Dylan grimaced wryly. Fuschia frowned as she glanced at the sword in Dylan's hand. Again, it is a different sword. "Use this then." Fuschia created a sharp sword blade that she created from ice with a hilt made of solid earth. Dylan accepted it happily. His eyes lit up as if stars were shining in Dylan's almost dim golden eyes. He said after kissing Fuschia's forehead, "Thank you."

It would not cause much loss to him anyway. He received Campian’s call just after taking care of Xander. Campian sounded polite on the line. “Mr. Yarde, Willow’s relayed the situation to me. Thank you for your help!” “Don’t mention it,” replied Kayson. Campian told him seriously, “I’ll have the corresponding reward sent to you. You’ve asked me to find you a sword previously, right?” Kayson perked up at that. “You’ve found one?” Campian chortled. “I don’t have it, but there’s a grandmaster swordsman. He’s called Ghoul Sword.

It would not cause much loss to him anyway. He received Campian’s call just after taking care of Xander. Campian sounded polite on the line. “Mr. Yarde, Willow’s relayed the situation to me. Thank you for your help!” “Don’t mention it,” replied Kayson. Campian told him seriously, “I’ll have the corresponding reward sent to you. You’ve asked me to find you a sword previously, right?” Kayson perked up at that. “You’ve found one?” Campian chortled. “I don’t have it, but there’s a grandmaster swordsman. He’s called Ghoul Sword.

He knew that persuading Lily Moon was futile, so he shifted his attention to Sebastian. "Junior Brother Sebastian, it's good that you want to help Junior Sister. I appreciate it, but unfortunately, your cultivation is still shallow. If you go, you won't be of any help to Junior Sister; instead, you might cause trouble. It's better to consider it carefully." At this point, Alexander waved his hand, and a green sword appeared in his hand. "This sword is called the Pure Yang Meridian Sword, a mysterious-grade treasure sword that I used when I built the foundation. As long as Junior Brother Sebastian promises not to cause trouble, I will give this sword to you."

“You’re not meant to be Alpha Ryu.” An outburst of laughter erupted behind me. It was Ryu, and he was hideous, with blood rolling out of his eyes and a silver sword in his hands. I suppose someone had given it to him while Kyle was busy speaking. “I slashed your hand, and you think you’ll survive my sword aura?” He chuckled, his hands on the handle as he swung it towards Kyle. I felt the heat as the air from the blade moved towards Kyle. “So this is Sword Aura.” I murmured, “Is he an elemental?”

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

a thunderbolt attack from two swords with a range of three hundred and sixty degrees and an area of nearly one kilometre, the world monsters were at their weakest. And that was the most opportune moment to finish them off and quickly bring down the Health Points of the world monsters. SREET! Yama performed his combo attack. Yama's face looked serious. He had to catch up with his damage points far behind Li Wei. Yama, the warrior, launched multiple sword moves with three attack variations. There was a real combo written on each of his sword moves. Yama was diligent and did not worry about wasting his energy. "I have to be number one!" was Yama's thought.

A man breathless, standing valiantly before all his enemies. He was called Cyou chen, a swordsman who earned an unrivaled title. After being trained by the nine demon swordsmen. Chyou Chen travels the world to fight with various expert warriors from all over the country. "Why are you just silent?" Chyou chen asked, while wiping the sweat that filled his forehead. "Quickly hand over all the martial books you haveAfter that we will let you live."