Sword God in a World of Magic

Inevitably, the fight dragged on.

No side could hit the other side.

The Sweeper and Shang couldn't retreat. If they did, the Ancestral Mage would regain the use of his Spells, and they would actually die.

They also couldn't go deeper into the Eternal Maw's territory. If they entered its Spirit Sense, it would just attack them.

The only positive thing about this situation was that the Ancestral Mage was also cloaking himself with a Spell, just like Shang and the Sweeper.

However, the movement of Mana could still draw attention.

What were they supposed to do?

What could they do?

Were they doomed to fight this Ancestral Mage with foam fists until someone noticed them?

However, the Ancestral Mage also said that he had to be the one to kill them, and if he ordered the Natural Selection Company to draw back, they most likely would. After all, he was a member of the Twilight Dusk Family.

But then what?!

Were they doomed to battle each other for all eternity?!

Shang just continued shaking his head.

He had trouble accepting that this was actually reality.

How was this reality?

Why?

WHOOOOOOOM!

At that moment, the Ancestral Mage's aura broke through the roof.

The surroundings turned black and white as an unending abyss of rage threatened to consume the Sweeper and Shang.

It was like an angry God had suddenly descended to drown the world in an ocean of blood.

And then…

punching, missing, and

THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" the Sweeper

so incredibly angry and then continue with this

couldn't possibly be

that the Ancestral Mage

Mage was fighting with his life on the line,

that made

the

didn't need to check to know who was calling

incredibly angry and frustrated, making him appear like someone that

wasn't angry and frustrated at his

beginning, the Ancestral Mage knew that there was no

that this would

was he supposed to

kill the two of them the smart way by following them and then attacking them outside, but the young man had to force him to attack

was to follow orders, and

of the Twilight Dusk Family, and he wouldn't throw it away after so many years of working

Ancestral Mage's job to accept new orders from his superior,

was in the middle of a life-and-death battle. And distraction could result in his death, and he couldn't

answer a Communication Crystal call while literally fighting with his life on

the Communication Crystal went

exchanging hundreds, if not thousands, of attacks during that

What do you want?! What is your goal?!" the Sweeper shouted at him while she was trying to

continued slowly shaking his head. "I have no fucking idea

narrowed as rage burned in his eyes. "I must kill

then, he stopped his fist in front

sword was

There was no opening.

lone sword of darkness might as well be an eternal

moved to the side

was as

was impossible to hit

a mystical phantom of wind

idea how often he had shaken his

The fight continued.