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 he

was obviously talking about

the aid of someone far more powerful than him, the Dean would

your predecessor couldn't rival the Mages or beasts, and he

he would have advanced

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

if he is still working

silent

no way?" he

way," he said with a laugh. "I designed this world to always have a way. The different ways just have

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

"Are there any

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

as I've said, there

duty to find them," the jester said with

remained silent as he just

Teacher

there is a way, all hope is not

strengthened his grip on his

for the next fight," he

The jester didn't answer.

began to spin

Stage warrior," the mechanical voice

Shang remembered something and looked at the jester again. "You don't count the

my power. Also, your progress pleases me, and

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

any progress? Honestly,

SHING!

moment,

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

was a barbarian, but he knew that

a

barbarians basically didn't qualify as opponents in this trial. They were neither warriors nor beasts, and they were worse than both of these

that the person in front of Shang

lived on their own, only working on

I assumed that some hermit warrior would be among

jester lifted his hammer and struck the

DING!

opened his eyes and looked

to the side, creating a screeching noise by

had been

warrior entered a

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

narrowed his right eye and also exploded forward with an Ice

at each other, and Shang readied his

the warrior's sword seemed to bend in the