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 done so. Soran's speed was more than

head, and it became bigger and

power. Since he had a more powerful body at the moment, he

WHOOSH!

Yet, Shang's sword missed!

smiled as he slightly

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

been planned from the

angled downward, the spear bending in

short moment, Shang

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

was very bendy, and the rotation 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

powerful body, and he was definitely also faster, but he hadn't been interrupted by 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

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 the

BANG!

thrown

Soran, Viera, and Mervin widened

had gone into the attack of his own

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

These were basic instincts.

Shang stepped forward while

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

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

wrapped around

the more powerful body, and he had to take advantage of that

with his left hand while still keeping

Then, Shang exploded forward!

pulling on the spear as his sword struck in Soran's

Soran only smirked.

Whoooop!

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

noticed what had

a lever. Soran was essentially using