Sword God in a World of Magic

The Dean narrowed his eyes.

Obviously, he was not a fan of that suggestion.

"You will do no such thing," he said with a threatening voice.

"Why not?" Shang asked. "What speaks against it?"

"This is about our origin and source of our power! He will also realize how we can remotely control our weapons! If the information gets out, we will attract the attention of the truly powerful Mages of this world! This goes beyond this little place where we are in. This pertains to the dark past and the fate of the Mage Emperor!"

"If they believe us, we will be branded as followers of the person that killed the person they view as a God! If they don't believe us, they will kill us for disrespecting the Mage Emperor's image!"

"Jerald doesn't even need to betray us for that to happen. A powerful Mage might come from the outside and simply read his mind. What then?"

"You can't possibly think about doing that. You are putting our lives on the line!" the Dean shouted with anger.

Shang had never seen the Dean get angry, but this time, he was genuinely angry.

However, Shang only narrowed his eye as he looked at the Dean. "We are constantly putting our lives on the line. We are constantly fighting against powerful enemies, and we can die whenever. What makes this so different from all the other times?"

"The difference, Shang," the Dean said with a threatening tone, "is that our power won't increase. You and I can use the technique just fine. When we find a solution in the future, we can still disperse it amongst the crowd, but for now, only us two can use it."

"And how is that good in any way?" Shang asked. "You are getting older, and at some point, you won't have the time to create a new Path anymore. You will die with your current power. Is that what you want?"

At that moment, the room became colder.

"My power is not for you to judge, boy," the Dean said with a dark tone. "I know my power the best, and even though you are powerful, you are still a child in front of me. I'm over 150 years old, while you are barely 30. Do you think your bit of hard training can overcome 120 years of battle experience?"

Surprisingly, Shang only sneered. "120 years of battle experience? Excluding that sparring match against King Skythunder and your trampling by the Mountain Exploding Turtle, who have you actually fought ever since you reached the True Path Stage?"

BANG!

The Dean stood up with an explosive sound, his spear appearing inside his right hand. He looked at Shang with a gaze that spoke of coldness and rage.

Shang also stood up, but in comparison to the Dean, he slowly stood up and summoned his sword leisurely.

At that moment, the pressure of the two warriors clouded the room. If a third person were in here, they would think that the end of the world had arrived.

looking at each other, the air seemed

and Shang's presence had an invisible fight in the

a battle of willpower

just a little bit and

SHING!

spear in front of him in a blocking

the Dean's breathing slightly increased, but it wasn't

looked deep

at each

Dean slowly put his spear down

bitter realization could be seen on his

complacent?" he asked

this academy for decades. Due to the weakness of your Path and body, you have avoided fighting anyone else for

and think that fighting back is futile, which is

there's nothing to gain for you? As I see it, there is nothing to gain

warriors, you would count as below average, even if their Paths

"You've lost your edge."

lost your

courage to put your

Silence.

their presences had clashed, they had

the clash continued,

what he had

It was fear.

fear for his life or

was

didn't want

Why?

he would lose, and

room remained silent

the

tell others,

he doesn't want it, and he simply didn't tell us to lay a trap for us for

but I don't think that he would kill us. We are his toys, and he knows that if

think he really doesn't care about if the