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.

than Shang, and he had done so. Soran's speed was more than manageable

Shang's head, and it became bigger and

with all his power. Since he had a more

WHOOSH!

Yet, Shang's sword missed!

as he slightly pulled his spear

using more power than

been planned

of the spear angled downward,

short moment, Shang realized what

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

the spear was very bendy, and the rotation of the actual

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 straight again, catapulting the head of

Yes, Shang had a more powerful body, and he was definitely also faster, but he hadn't been interrupted by his opponent but

spear to the side. Because of that, Shang had to fight against

the head of the

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

BANG!

thrown to

of Soran, Viera,

into the attack of his own

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.

Shang stepped forward while slightly

the tip would have

spear left a deep cut in Shang's abdomen, but that

Shang's arms wrapped around the spear,

the more powerful body, and he had to take advantage

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

Then, Shang exploded forward!

Soran to him by pulling on the spear as

Soran only smirked.

Whoooop!

Soran to the side. It was almost

what had

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