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.

had said that he would make himself two levels weaker than Shang, and he had done so. Soran's speed was more than manageable for Shang, and that was the only

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

his power. Since he had a more powerful body

WHOOSH!

Yet, Shang's sword missed!

only smiled as he slightly pulled

already planned this beforehand. Soran wasn't using more power than he was allowed, and he hadn't stopped

planned from

of the spear angled downward, the spear bending in the

Shang realized what had

but before Shang had even decided to block it, Soran had pushed the butt of

the rotation of the

moment, the butt of the spear was pointing towards Shang's torso while the tip of the spear was slightly pointing to the side. Soran didn't even need to continue pushing. The

arms to intercept the spear. Yes, Shang had a more powerful body, and he was definitely also faster, but he hadn't been interrupted by his opponent

throw the spear to the side.

block the head of

instincts of an MMA fighter but the instincts of someone that had lived

BANG!

thrown to the

Viera,

gone into the

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

These were basic instincts.

forward while slightly

nothing, the spear would have straightened, and the tip would have slightly pierced Shang's abdomen. Soran didn't want to injure Shang too

by stepping forward and rotating, the side of the spear's head slapped Shang in the abdomen. The sharp edge of the spear left a deep cut in Shang's abdomen, but that was it. A thrust with the spear would have

arms wrapped around

he had to

his spear with his

Then, Shang exploded forward!

pulling on the spear as his sword

Soran only smirked.

Whoooop!

to the side. It was almost like the spear was

what had

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