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. His

deep breath when he heard

was obviously

aid of someone far more powerful than him, the Dean

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

would have advanced immediately, wasting his

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

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

silent for

really no way?"

he said with a laugh. "I designed

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

"Are there any left in the

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

said, there

them," the

he just

Teacher Mervin, even if the Teacher

there is a way, all hope

strengthened his grip

the next

The jester didn't answer.

began to spin

Stage warrior," the mechanical voice

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

pleases me, and I don't

'Progress, huh?' Shang thought.

progress? Honestly, I

SHING!

that moment,

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

that this was a barbarian, but he knew that

wasn't carrying a heavy weapon but an elegant and

in this trial. They were neither warriors nor

that the person in front of Shang was

lived on their own, only working on

warrior would be among the more powerful warriors, but this

hammer

DING!

warrior opened his eyes and looked at

creating

had

entered

BANG!

And suddenly exploded forward.

his right eye and also exploded

charged at each other,

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