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.

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 reason

for Shang's head, and it

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 by

WHOOSH!

Yet, Shang's sword missed!

as he slightly pulled his spear

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

planned

spear angled

that short moment, Shang realized

spear forward at an angle, but before Shang had even decided to block it, Soran had pushed the butt of his

very bendy, and the rotation of the actual spear

slightly pointing to the side. Soran didn't even need to continue pushing. The sheer force of the bent spear would shoot forward as the spear became straight again, catapulting the head of the spear

to intercept the spear. Yes, Shang had a more powerful body, and he was definitely also faster, but

his power to throw the spear to the side. Because of that, Shang had to fight against his own power to regain his

block the head of the

of an MMA fighter but the instincts of someone that had lived in the wilderness for months, fighting powerful beasts all the

BANG!

was thrown

eyes of Soran, Viera,

into the

front of their

These were basic instincts.

stepped forward while slightly rotating

straightened, and the tip would have slightly pierced Shang's abdomen. Soran didn't want

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

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

had the more powerful body, and he

Shang grip his spear with his left hand while still keeping his sword in his

Then, Shang exploded forward!

Soran to him by pulling on the spear as

Soran only smirked.

Whoooop!

Soran to the side. It was almost like

what had

was using Shang as the base of a lever. Soran was essentially using the principles of a pole vault to throw himself