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.

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

all his power. Since

WHOOSH!

Yet, Shang's sword missed!

smiled as he slightly

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

been planned

spear angled downward,

moment, Shang realized what had

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

wooden shaft of the spear was very bendy, and the rotation of the actual spear took some time to reach the

to the side. Soran didn't even need to continue pushing. The sheer force of the bent spear

Shang had a more powerful body, and he

to the side. Because

couldn't block the head of the

over. These weren't the instincts of an MMA fighter but the instincts of someone that

BANG!

thrown

the eyes of Soran, Viera, and Mervin widened

had gone into the attack of his own

someone 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

These were basic instincts.

stepped forward while slightly rotating his

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

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 punched through Shang if it were performed with the intention to kill, which would obviously be worse than

time, Shang's arms wrapped around the

he

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

Then, Shang exploded forward!

him by pulling on the spear as his sword

Soran only smirked.

Whoooop!

the side, throwing Soran to the side. It was

what

was essentially using the principles of