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…

Ancestral Mage continued punching, missing, and

THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!" the Sweeper shouted in confusion, frustration, and

Mage suddenly become so incredibly angry and

couldn't possibly

was obvious that the Ancestral Mage was

Mage was fighting with his life on the line,

that made

the Ancestral

and he didn't need to

Ancestral Mage was so incredibly angry and frustrated, making him appear like someone that was desperately trying to grasp for their

wasn't angry and frustrated at his opponents but at

there was no way for him

that this

what was he supposed to

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,

first job while being part of the Twilight Dusk Family, and

to accept new orders from his superior,

middle of a life-and-death battle. And distraction could result in his death, and he

literally fighting with his life on the line was too

full minute, the Communication Crystal went silent

hundreds, if not thousands, of attacks during that time

goal?!" the Sweeper shouted at him while she

head. "I have no fucking

Ancestral Mage's eyes narrowed as rage burned in his eyes. "I must kill

in front of the

sword was

There was no opening.

lone sword of darkness might as well be an eternal titan

Sweeper attacked again, but the Ancestral Mage just moved

Mage was as elusive as

impossible to

be a mystical phantom of wind stalking the endless

had no idea how often he had shaken

The fight continued.