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."

help, he will never reach the Fifth Realm. His Path is just

deep breath when he heard

was obviously talking

than him,

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

have advanced immediately,

fifty years later,

is still working on it, there are no fitting

remained silent for

really no way?"

designed this world to always

Procedure 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

the jester. "Are there any left in

destroyed everything. You won't find a single

said,

find them," the jester

silent as he

to repay Teacher Mervin, even if the Teacher

as there is a way, all hope is

grip on his

the next fight," he

The jester didn't answer.

the wheels began to

Commander Stage warrior," the

remembered something and looked at the jester

jester said. "You didn't rely on my power. Also, your progress pleases me, and

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

I make any progress? Honestly,

SHING!

that moment, Shang's

wearing leather. He carried a long sword in his hands, just like Teacher

second, Shang thought that this was a barbarian, but he

man wasn't carrying a

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

the person in front of Shang

lived on their own, only working on their

I assumed that some hermit warrior would be among the more powerful warriors, but this

lifted his hammer

DING!

opened his eyes and looked at Shang

the side, creating a

movements had been

entered

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

narrowed his right eye and also exploded forward

of them charged at each other, and Shang

the warrior's sword seemed to bend in the air