Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang had no idea how long he had already been training, and he wasn't even thinking about it. He had completely let go of everything and only focused on training.

When he got thirsty, he simply drank a bit from the bucket.

When he became hungry, he simply took out some of the dried meat from his old backpack.

The training was also very draining on his stamina, but his stamina got quickly replenished by his Mana.

When his Mana ran out, Shang simply sat down to gather some more. Refilling his Mana only took him like an hour or so.

As long as Shang didn't have any serious injuries or broken bones, his Mana refilled with a lot of speed. Apparently, healing fatigue and slightly torn muscles wasn't eating up even nearly as much Mana as an actual injury.

As Shang continued looking at every single technique and practicing them, he slowly began to feel mixed feelings.

On one hand, he wanted to incorporate all of the techniques. He was making great progress, and he would soon reach his goal of having completed all the basic techniques in the book.

On the other hand, Shang didn't want it to end. This book had increased his power greatly, and nearly all of Shang's movements had become more satisfying. It was like some imperfections had finally been solved.

When Shang inevitably finished the book, he had no more techniques to analyze.

Even more, the more Shang thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed to him that these were all the techniques he was supposed to learn.

Soran had said that students in the Caterpillar Class had no access to the actual techniques of the school. These students were supposed to create their own path and their own style. They were supposed to create their own complex techniques.

All of these were basic techniques and basic ways to move.

However, all the techniques were disjointed, singular movements.

They weren't designed to flow into each other like an actual battle style.

The end of one technique might end in a slightly different spot than another good technique would need to be in to be unleashed.

This made everything feel disjointed and awkward.

their own was

simply didn't

awkwardly kept going from one technique into the next. He had already finished all of

been elevated, but the drawback was that his battle style was filled with the thing he hated the

Awkward moments.

skipped a couple of frames every

infuriating, and Shang hated that

previous training in the wilderness had completely focused on becoming faster and getting rid of these awkward moments. Shang wanted his techniques to flow perfectly,

wanted to attack and attack and attack and

attacks to

in the past, but not anymore. Now, he

but by doing that, the techniques themselves

some occasions, they

occasions, they lost a lot

they left Shang completely

for who knew how long, Shang realized that this wouldn't be a short affair. Changing

puzzle to end up with wrong

would need to go back from the end and calculate everything again until he finally found a change he could make and continue from there, just to realize that he had made

really difficult

to make five techniques flow into each other just to realize that not a single other technique would be able to comfortably start from the endpoints of any of

a

sixth one fit, but that change resulted in the previously fitting technique no longer fitting, which meant he had to change that one, but this technique had been the connector that connected all the other techniques together, meaning that

Shang had to solve a colorless jigsaw puzzle with no border or

not every outcropping of every piece was unique, which meant

It was ridiculous.

techniques that it didn't even make sense to write them all down. Sure, the changes one could do in a technique could only be so numerous until it stopped being that technique, but with every single technique having so many

changes. That one has

'1800…'

'1800 for five techniques…'

book, which had about 50 techniques

lost

latest number was nearly at a billion, and how many techniques had that