Sword God in a World of Magic

The one that spoke to Shang was a tall man with short blue hair. He was probably around 19 years old, which was why Shang labeled him as a man instead of a boy. A truly gigantic, wide, and imposing sword was in his hands. The sword was probably one and a half meters long and half a meter wide.

A gigantic axe or hammer showed a feeling of ferociousness and brutality, while a sword showed versatility and composure.

This gigantic sword exhibited a mixed feeling between those two.

It was ferocious and powerful, but there was also restraint inside it.

'He's powerful,' Shang thought as he looked at the guy, a glint of surprise visible in his eyes.

Why surprise?

Because Shang felt a mortal feeling of danger radiating off that man.

That in and of itself wouldn't be that surprising, though. The surprising part was that he only had a body at the Late Soldier Stage, an entire level below Shang.

Yet, Shang could feel very clearly that, if the two of them were to fight seriously, Shang would most likely die.

'Sure enough, I have to work on my Battle-Strength,' Shang thought. 'I can deal incredibly well with beasts, but I'm still a newbie when it comes to other humans.'

"Yeah, go back to suckling on your mommy's tits," another guy shouted from the side with a ridiculing voice.

The blue-haired man frowned, and Shang looked over at the other guy that just shouted.

It was a relatively small man with long green hair. He had a long but thin sword in his hand, and his smile showed ridicule and arrogance. Shang guessed that he was around 17 years old.

When Shang saw the green-haired guy, he didn't feel threatened.

He definitely had quite some power to him, but he wasn't a real threat to Shang. Shang felt that, as long as he didn't become careless, he should easily win against him.

The green-haired guy wasn't even in the same world as the blue-haired man in terms of power.

a rebuking tone as he looked at

been wrongfully accused. "Why are you blaming me? You were the one that said it first, Astor," Elver

meant he should be in the Preparation Grade, not the younger grades," Astor

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after a bit, Elver furrowed his brows. Then, he snorted. "Oh, no wonder. You're one of those noble

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medicine into your body. Bet you haven't even killed a Pest Cat before," Elver said

say anything. In his perception, Shang's power also felt surprisingly weak for someone at the

Peak Soldier Stage students equally, but he couldn't

Except for Shang.

he could beat Shang with a lot of confidence,

judgment of Shang. Yes, Shang had a very weak Battle-Strength, but he was also way younger than

couple of years of training, he could

certain feeling

felt like Shang had seen his fair

Astor's mind. How could Shang's Battle-Strength be so weak if he had been

of these uncertainties, Astor

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said. "I'm

the listening students on the

a lower grade. After all, the power of

the Advanced

Shang looked over.

ones that couldn't often chose a different career. Because of that, there weren't

of them still existed, like the person that had just asked Shang

seem old. It was obvious that this was her natural hair color. Contrary to what one might expect,

was filled with muscle

on my Battle-Strength for the next

frowned, but she didn't say

can get such wealth and status but screw up raising a child to such a degree," Elver ridiculed from the side again. "Your body's so powerful, but your power is so weak. Don't