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

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

with all his power. Since he had a more powerful body at the moment, he could ruin the balance of his opponent by striking the

WHOOSH!

Yet, Shang's sword missed!

smiled as he slightly pulled

planned this beforehand. Soran wasn't using more power than he

been planned from

angled downward, the spear bending

Shang

had even decided to block it, Soran had pushed the butt of his spear to the

was very bendy, and the rotation

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 sheer force of the bent spear would shoot forward as the spear became

the spear. Yes, Shang had a more powerful body, and he was definitely also faster, but he hadn't been

side. Because of that, Shang had to fight against

block the head of the

narrowed as his instincts took over. These weren't the instincts of an MMA fighter but the instincts of someone that had lived in the wilderness for months, fighting powerful beasts all

BANG!

was thrown to the

Soran, Viera, and Mervin

had gone into the attack of his

front of their face. If someone saw an attack coming towards their abdomen, they would put their arms and legs in

These were basic instincts.

stepped forward while slightly rotating his

would have

Shang's abdomen, but that was it. A thrust with the spear would have punched through Shang if it were performed with the intention to kill,

around the spear, keeping

he had

as he saw Shang grip his spear with his

Then, Shang exploded forward!

Soran to him by pulling on the spear as

Soran only smirked.

Whoooop!

throwing Soran to the side. It was almost like the spear was not following

what

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