Sword God in a World of Magic

Breathing became difficult for Shang. Even though the person in front of him wasn't showing any killing intent, Shang could still feel the sheer power behind him.

However, it wasn't only his power. There was also a certain confidence or willpower inside him.

Shang felt like there was no sense in resisting. It was like his own motivation was suppressed by the sheer pressure of his opponent.

But Shang wasn't a mere teenager.

Shang had gone through a lot of training, and he had also fought on the world stage on Earth. The pressure he had felt back then was even more oppressive than the pressure he was feeling right now.

How? Were his old opponents stronger than the Vice-Dean, Soran?

Of course not.

The circumstances and eventual repercussions were different.

If Shang had lost his fights on Earth, his life would have been ruined. He had trained for months on end to succeed in only a single fight, and that fight would decide Shang's entire future.

But this fight?

Nothing would happen.

This was not a fight that would decide his future, but a fight that would teach Shang something.

Winning or losing made no difference.

So, even when the opponent was the most powerful opponent Shang had ever had, losing wasn't bad. It was expected.

Shang slowly took out his sword again, and he looked at Soran. "You said I can attack with the intention to kill, right?" he asked.

"You can," Soran answered with a slight nod as he readied his spear.

BANG!

Then, Soran suddenly charged forward, taking Shang by surprise.

Shang had expected that Soran would simply block all of Shang's offenses and teach him. But now, he was attacking him!

For a moment, it became difficult for Shang to react, but he had an advantage that allowed him to react in time.

His body.

he had done so. Soran's speed was more than manageable for Shang, and that was the only reason why Shang

directly went for Shang's head, and it became bigger and

upwards. His plan was to throw the spear to the side with all his power. Since he had a more powerful body at the moment, he could ruin the balance of his opponent

WHOOSH!

Yet, Shang's sword missed!

he slightly pulled his

beforehand. Soran wasn't using more

planned from the very

of the spear angled downward, the

short moment, Shang realized

angle, but before Shang had even decided to

of the spear was very bendy, and the rotation of the actual spear took some time

tip of the spear was slightly pointing to the side. Soran didn't even need to continue pushing. The sheer force of the bent spear would shoot forward

of his arms to intercept the spear. Yes, Shang had a more powerful body, and he was definitely also

the side. Because of that, Shang had to fight against his own power to regain his balance, not

the head of the

eyes narrowed as his instincts took over. These weren't the instincts of an MMA fighter but the instincts of someone that had lived

BANG!

thrown to

eyes of Soran, Viera, and Mervin widened in

the attack of

had towards an attack was to protect themselves. If someone saw a punch coming toward their face, they would quickly put their arms in front of their face. If someone saw an attack coming towards their abdomen, they would put their arms and legs in front of their torso while trying to either jump back or turn to the

These were basic instincts.

stepped forward while slightly

done nothing, the spear would have straightened, and the tip would have

Shang in the abdomen. The sharp edge of the spear left a deep cut in Shang's abdomen, but that was it. A thrust

same time, Shang's arms wrapped around the spear, keeping it from leaving

more powerful body, and he had to take advantage of that

he saw Shang grip his spear with his left hand while still keeping his

Then, Shang exploded forward!

the spear as his sword struck in Soran's

Soran only smirked.

Whoooop!

the side. It was almost like the spear was not following physics

noticed what had

base of a lever. Soran was essentially using the principles of a pole vault