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 Fifth Realm. His Path

breath when

obviously talking

powerful than him, the Dean

saw that your predecessor couldn't rival the Mages or beasts, and he realized that there is more to

he would have advanced

If he had been born just fifty years later, he would have a shot at transforming

even if he is still working on it, there are no

remained silent for a

no way?" he

said with a laugh. "I designed this

is only one of many ways to strengthen your body. Back when warriors were still powerful, they simply ingested a pill to achieve such a powerful body. Such

the jester. "Are there any left in the

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

said,

find them," the jester

he just took a deep

if the Teacher Mervin that

is a way, all hope is

grip

the next fight," he

The jester didn't answer.

began

thirteen: Weak Peak Commander Stage warrior," the mechanical

that moment, Shang remembered something and looked at the jester again.

rely on my power. Also, your progress pleases me, and I don't want to punish you for

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

make any progress?

SHING!

moment, Shang's

sword in his hands, just like Teacher

Shang thought that this was a barbarian, but he

the man wasn't carrying a heavy weapon but an elegant

They were neither warriors nor beasts, and they were worse than both of these

front of Shang

their own, only working

would be among the more powerful

jester lifted his hammer and

DING!

and

to the side, creating a screeching noise by cutting the wind

movements had been

entered a battle

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

right eye and also

two of them charged at each

seemed to bend in the air and move to