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.

Soran's speed was more than manageable for

and

quickly shot his sword 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

WHOOSH!

Yet, Shang's sword missed!

smiled as he slightly pulled his

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

been planned from

of the spear angled downward,

that short moment, Shang

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

bendy, and the rotation of the actual spear took

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 sheer force of the bent spear would shoot forward

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

had wanted to stun his opponent by using all his power to throw the spear to the side. Because of that, Shang had to fight against his own power to regain

couldn't block the head of

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

BANG!

thrown to the

of Soran, Viera, and Mervin widened in

the attack of his

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

These were basic instincts.

Shang stepped forward while slightly rotating his

have straightened, and the tip would have slightly pierced Shang's

deep cut in 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, which would

around the spear, keeping

he had to take advantage

spear with

Then, Shang exploded forward!

to him by pulling on the spear as

Soran only smirked.

Whoooop!

bent to the side, throwing Soran to the side. It was almost like the

what had

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