Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang released a long sigh.

Going through the trial was always filled with stress. Even though his life wasn't technically on the line here, the continuous fights against stronger and stronger opponents sapped his strength by a lot.

"You got thirteen points in the beast category and ten points in the Mage category," the jester said. "That's a total of 23 points without a warrior category."

"It was definitely the right decision to promote you."

Shang didn't answer.

He knew that his power had grown tremendously, but that didn't just occur naturally.

Shang was 85 years old, and he had spent over 50 years in complete isolation.

About 70% of his life had been nothing but training day in and day out in isolation.

Was it easy to do something like that?

Of course not!

Shang also wanted to take breaks.

He also wanted to do something else.

However, he couldn't allow himself to relax.

His goal was too important to him, and any moment that wasn't spent on getting him to his goal was a waste of time.

"What are the rewards?" Shang asked.

The jester smirked.

SHING!

Three small things appeared above his right hand, and Shang looked at them.

One was a small set of armor.

One was a small book.

One was a big question mark.

"I have three things to choose from. You may only take one," the jester said.

At that moment, the little armor floated forward and grew to its normal size.

It looked just like Shang's previous armor.

"The first option: An armor just like your weapon."

Shang took a deep breath as he heard that.

An armor just like Sword?

"So, it regenerates, adapts to my needs, and it grows stronger by giving it ore?" Shang asked.

The jester nodded. "Exactly."

have issues with your armor again,

his right eye

reward was

fact, it was terrifyingly

confirmed that getting better armor was basically impossible in

that required decades of research, and

would never have to

armor, any attack that hit Shang would

would get at least two

in future trials, assuming he managed

Shang was definitely tempted.

the next

to listen

far more than Shang had expected, and he wanted to know if

the jester's hand as the

can use it as a baseline for all your future techniques. You don't need

had to take another deep breath

terrifying

was essentially only a blueprint. It had certain principles inside it that could be

completely transform Shang's fighting style again and

he needed to theorize a way to reach the Fifth

decades

a monumental task. Shang had to create a path

was very possible that Shang wouldn't even reach the Fifth

a way, but he had already taken several incorrect steps before that

technique might even be

of survival several-fold in the future, the

while the technique might lose its

have given Shang enough inspiration to create something even better, which he wouldn't have been able to

were terrifyingly useful for Shang's

up either of them

the third?" Shang

to the jester's hand, and the question

not telling you what it is," the jester

it? You know me. I would much rather take something that will certainly benefit me than

grinned. "I'm

an

this thing. Then, they sacrificed a lot of

so that, one day, this thing would find

certain that they have succeeded and that this

the jester. "Does fate

way, it does," he said as he looked at Shang. "Fate is

they influence your will?"

course not," the jester said with a laugh. "There is no one that can influence my will. This thing is in my hands, and I may

while.

jester said

that person know me?" Shang

"No."

be useful for

but I still believe

it more useful than the

floated back to the jester's

offering it because I like to tempt fate, which is essentially my