Sword God in a World of Magic

It took Shang a while to calm down, but there was still a certain feeling of emptiness and regret inside of him.

Yet, this was what he had chosen.

For his goal, any kind of sacrifice was worth it.

Surprisingly, no new opponent had appeared in the last couple of minutes, even though Shang had already "won" against his previous one.

Shang slowly stood up and gripped Sword tightly.

Even if everything else vanished, Sword would be with him until the end.

The two of them didn't need to exchange words to make their feelings known.

"Took you guys long enough," the jester said with a grin.

Shang didn't look over.

"How long have we been training?"

The jester's grin widened.

"Five years."

Silence.

Five years.

They had been training for five full years.

That was so long!

For a second, Shang couldn't believe what he had just heard, but then he remembered how endlessly time had dragged on.

Five years actually made sense.

"And even after five years," Shang said, "I still couldn't beat him fairly."

The jester's grin didn't vanish. "Of course not," he said.

"His kind are the very reason why I sent you guys into my main world in the first place."

Shang looked over at the jester.

"Hardworking geniuses," the God said. "They use whatever they can get and perfect it. Yet, his body is weak. He is one of the very rare true geniuses, but his lack of a powerful body makes it impossible for him to fight any Mage or beast that is not completely worthless."

"The path of the warrior has deteriorated to a degree where mastering the entire thing only makes you equal to the worst Mages in the world."

"It is your duty to expand the warrior's path. Give the geniuses more to master, and they won't disappoint you."

"Your predecessor accepted the first Path he found, not trying to strengthen or widen it."

reach the Fifth Realm.

took a deep breath

obviously talking about

far more powerful than

"He saw that your predecessor couldn't rival the Mages or

would have advanced

just fifty years later, he would have a shot at transforming his body and

if he is still working on it, there are no fitting beasts

silent

there really no

"I designed this world to always have a way. The

still powerful, they simply ingested a pill to achieve

at the jester. "Are there any left in the

jester answered. "The Mages destroyed everything. You won't find a single inheritance regarding physical fighters

as I've said, there

to find them,"

as he just took a deep

Teacher Mervin that helped him

long as there is a way, all hope

his grip

the next fight," he

The jester didn't answer.

the wheels began to spin

thirteen: Weak Peak Commander Stage warrior,"

at the jester again.

pleases me, and I don't want to

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

progress? Honestly, I don't

SHING!

moment, Shang's

an older man wearing leather. He carried a long sword in his hands, just

a barbarian, but he knew that wouldn't

man wasn't carrying a heavy weapon but an

barbarians basically didn't qualify as opponents in this trial. They were neither

that the person in front of Shang

on their own,

among the

lifted his hammer

DING!

his eyes and looked

sword to the side, creating a

had been incredibly

warrior entered a

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

eye and also exploded forward with

two of them charged at each other,

the warrior's sword seemed to bend in the air