Sword God in a World of Magic

Chapter 20

Alex looked at the Stalker, and the Stalker looked back.

Silence.

Only the cold wind could be heard.

Alex slowly retrieved his sword and held it in his right hand. He no longer needed to carry it with both of his hands.

Step.

Then, Alex slowly stepped forward.

The Stalker looked at him from a distance, silently evaluating him.

In its mind, this animal was small, far smaller than it.

It had seen these kinds of animals before, and they always hunted in groups.

Yet, this one was alone.

From what the Stalker had seen, these animals weren't very powerful. They could only be a real danger in a group.

They were slow.

Their bodies were weak.

Yet, this particular specimen felt different to the Stalker.

More dangerous.

However, the more dangerous this specimen felt, the better its meat would taste.

Such creatures as the Stalkers were drawn to powerful prey. The more powerful the prey, the better.

On earth, predators avoided dangerous prey unless they were really desperate.

But here, things were different.

The more powerful something was, the more Mana it had stored in its body. After all, physical power without Mana took a being only so far. At some point, Mana was necessary to become more powerful.

Because of that, the predators that took more risks and survived had become more powerful and had fathered more offspring.

After many, many years, every animal and creature in this world had the instinct of hunting powerful prey.

This was also why the wolves hadn't retreated when they had been attacked by the lizard.

The lizard had killed two of the four wolves, but the remaining two wolves had still charged at it in a frenzy.

This was how powerful the draw of power was for the creatures and animals of this world.

Alex slowly walked closer as he kept his sword ready, never taking his eyes off the creature.

This was no longer the same Alex that had appeared in this world.

The old Alex had thought about many things.

Family, love, success, money, justice.

However, all of these desires had been replaced with a thirst for power.

People changed over the course of their life, but was such a drastic change in attitude and personality in only a single month normal?

Could he still be considered as Alex?

Or had he already become Shang?

Alex didn't think about these things, but he had long decided that he would only walk forward, never looking backward.

The old world of Alex was slowly left behind as he walked into the darkness before him.

How long would it take until Alex looked back?

Would he have already walked so far that he couldn't see his starting point anymore?

Alex would have nothing

would only walk forward blindly, in the darkness, in a

he would end up walking in a direction the old Alex would

Step.

the Stalker was

debating if it should attack him

if the prey was too dangerous, the Stalker

front

Should it attack?

BANG!

with his sword

immediately jumped

SHING!

branch the Stalker had just been on was easily cut

SHING! CRK!

in the trunk of the tree. The sword got stuck, and Alex used it to

BANG!

away from the tree, pulling his sword

Stalker had used a similar move back

Fight or not fight?

been taken from the

at the Stalker as it just landed on another

SHING!

the Stalker quickly

CRACK!

evaded another attack as Alex's sword cut through two-thirds of the tree's massive

BANG!

the ground at the

BOOOM!

earth. The sound of Alex hitting

Stalker immediately made

Run!

Too dangerous!

turned around and ran into the

BANG!

it with explosive

Stalker was faster than

made a split-second

SHING!

the tree in front of it. The Stalker looked over and saw the dangerous weapon of the human being

The Stalker stopped.

It wasn't dumb.

beings needed to

Maybe it could win?

Stalker turned around to look at

made

would kill this

had lost his most

over the Stalker's mind as it saw

BANG!

the Stalker saw Alex, it was

running, and the short moment of hesitation of the Stalker had given him enough time to

reached the Stalker and hit it to the side of the head with an

stunned for a bit,

through its armpit, and clamped his hands together on the Stalker's

was a

was using an MMA-move on a gigantic, cat-like creature in a

was the best and

had become its undoing. If it were bulkier,

the sword, it didn't

trained MMA-fighter, and as long as he had enough time to study his opponent's

deliberately thrown his sword forward in an attempt to

a more dangerous, direct

lurk around some more

He couldn't risk that.

forelegs moved to the side,

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