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."

will never reach the Fifth Realm.

took a deep breath when

God was obviously talking about the

powerful than him, the Dean would never reach the

his advancement allowed this other warrior to reevaluate himself," the jester added. "He saw that your predecessor couldn't rival the Mages or

predecessor, he would have advanced immediately, wasting his

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

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

remained silent

really no

"There is always a 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 a pill would work

"Are there any left

find a

I've said, there

duty to find them," the

he just took a

Teacher Mervin

a way, all hope

strengthened his grip

for the next

The jester didn't answer.

the wheels began to

thirteen: Weak Peak Commander Stage

jester again. "You don't count

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

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

make any progress? Honestly,

SHING!

that moment, Shang's opponent

wearing leather. He carried a long sword in his hands, just like Teacher Mervin. Surprisingly, he wore clothes made of fur

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

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

qualify as opponents in this trial. They were neither warriors nor beasts, and they

meant that the person in front of Shang was probably

on their own, only working on their

warrior would be among the

lifted his hammer

DING!

and

the side, creating a screeching noise

had been incredibly

entered a battle

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

also

them charged at each other, and

to bend in the