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

Shang's head, and it

the side with all his power. Since

WHOOSH!

Yet, Shang's sword missed!

he slightly

was when Shang realized that Soran had already planned this beforehand. Soran wasn't using more power

planned from the very

of the spear angled downward, the spear bending in

short moment, Shang realized what

even decided to block it,

was very bendy, and the rotation of the actual spear took some time

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

Yes, Shang had a more powerful body, and he

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

couldn't block the head

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

BANG!

thrown

Soran, Viera, and

had gone into the attack of

toward their face, they would quickly put their arms in front of their face. If someone saw

These were basic instincts.

while slightly rotating his

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

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

arms wrapped around the spear,

body, and he

grip his spear with his left hand

Then, Shang exploded forward!

by pulling on the spear as his sword struck

Soran only smirked.

Whoooop!

to the side, throwing Soran to the side. It

noticed what

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