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 too

breath when

obviously talking about

of someone far more powerful than

this other warrior to reevaluate himself," the jester added. "He saw that your predecessor couldn't rival the Mages or beasts, and he

would have

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

is still

silent for

no way?"

jester smirked. "There is always a way," he said with a laugh. "I designed this

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

at the jester. "Are there any left in the

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

said,

your duty to find them," the

as he

repay Teacher Mervin, even if the Teacher Mervin that helped him had not been

as there is a way,

strengthened his grip on

the next

The jester didn't answer.

the wheels began

Weak Peak Commander Stage

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

my power. Also, your progress pleases me, and I don't

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

progress? Honestly,

SHING!

that moment, Shang's opponent

in his hands, just like Teacher Mervin. Surprisingly, he wore

a second, Shang thought that this was a barbarian,

man wasn't carrying a heavy weapon but an elegant and long

this trial. They were neither warriors

front of Shang was probably

that lived on their own, only

be among the more powerful

hammer

DING!

opened his eyes and looked at Shang with

side, creating a screeching noise

had been incredibly

entered a

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

right eye and also exploded forward with an

two of them charged at each other, and Shang readied

seemed to bend in