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."

he will never reach the

breath when

was obviously talking about the

of someone far more powerful than him, the Dean would never reach

the jester added. "He saw that your predecessor

have advanced immediately, wasting

warrior came too early. If he had been born just fifty years later, he would have a shot at transforming his body and

condensed his Path, and even if he is still working on it, there are no

silent

really no

smirked. "There is always a way," he said with a laugh. "I designed this world to always

your body. Back when warriors were still powerful, they simply ingested a pill to achieve

the jester. "Are there any left in

won't find a single inheritance regarding physical fighters in the

I've said, there are

your duty to find them," the

silent as he just took

Teacher Mervin, even if the Teacher Mervin that helped him had

a way,

his grip on his

the next fight,"

The jester didn't answer.

the wheels began

Stage

the jester again. "You don't count the last fight as cheating,

your progress pleases me, and I don't want to punish

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

make any progress?

SHING!

moment,

his hands, just like

thought that this was a barbarian, but he knew that wouldn't make any

carrying a heavy weapon but an elegant

were neither warriors nor

of Shang was probably some kind of

own, only working

warrior would be among the more powerful

his hammer and

DING!

warrior opened his eyes and looked at Shang with narrowed

creating a screeching noise by

movements had been incredibly

entered

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

right eye and also exploded forward with an

each other, and

seemed to bend in the air and