Naked Sword Art - Chapter 300 Sealing Formation

His muscles screamed, his body begged for rest, his mind ordered him to stop. But Bakugo couldn't. Not while Izuku hadn't arrived. So, he pushed forward. Every explosion, every strike, every movement was pure determination, a reflection of his unwavering will to win.For a moment, he felt beyond himself. Fast. Precise. Almost invincible.And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The battlefield vanished, and the pain ceased.It was in that moment that Katsuki Bakugo understood... he had died.Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, images or songs featured in this fic. Additionally, I do not claim ownership of any products or properties mentioned in this novel. This work is entirely fanfic.

It is the year 2050, One of the world’s greatest assassins had fallen. Will his successor continue his legacy?

Hold the sword under your pants and follow the journey of a sword devil!If you don't have the sword under your pants, then hold someone else and then follow the journey of a sword devil!Qin Che inherited the Dual Cultivation Body which helps him walk on the path of working hard but only in bed.However, he also inherited devil powers that led him to the overwhelming height of power and ruthlessnessUnfortunately, his heart was set on swords.Can he combine his Sword Cultivation with the power of the devil and the benefits of dual cultivation?He believes he can but the journey to spread the legs of the women is harder than one could ever find. You wouldn't know which woman is waiting for you at the bed or which woman is waiting for you under the moon.Qin Che's hunger for power drives him to become a dual cultivator and devil cultivator. But, was it just hunger that pulled him on these paths?Or, is there something else waiting for him to discover?

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.