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."

never reach the Fifth Realm.

a deep breath when he heard

was obviously

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

added. "He saw that your predecessor couldn't rival the Mages or beasts,

he would have advanced immediately, wasting

came too early. If he had been born just fifty years later, he would have

has already condensed his Path, and even if he is still working on

remained silent for

really no way?" he

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

were still powerful, they simply ingested a pill to achieve such a powerful body.

at the jester. "Are there any

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

I've said,

it's your duty to find them," the jester

remained silent as he

if the Teacher Mervin that helped him had not been the

as there is a

his grip

ready for the next

The jester didn't answer.

began

Stage warrior," the mechanical voice

remembered something and looked at the jester again.

rely on my power. Also, your progress pleases me,

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

make any progress? Honestly, I don't

SHING!

moment, Shang's

was an older man wearing leather. He carried a long sword in his hands, just like Teacher Mervin. Surprisingly, he wore

a barbarian,

wasn't carrying a heavy weapon but an elegant and

trial. They were neither warriors nor beasts, and they were worse

front of Shang was probably some

own, only

would be among the more

his hammer

DING!

warrior opened his eyes and looked at

swung his sword to the side, creating a screeching noise by cutting the wind

movements had been

warrior entered a

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

also exploded forward with an

two of them charged at each other, and

the warrior's sword seemed to bend in the air and move to