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

DO YOU WANT?!" the Sweeper shouted in

Ancestral Mage suddenly become so incredibly

anger couldn't possibly

was obvious that the Ancestral Mage was

and Shang felt like the Ancestral Mage was fighting with his life on the line, trying his absolute

that made

actually happened when the Ancestral Mage exploded

had rung, and he didn't need to check

incredibly angry and frustrated, making him appear like someone that was desperately trying to grasp for their last glimmer of

frustrated at his opponents

the Ancestral Mage knew that there was no way for him to make

this would only waste

what was he supposed to

them the smart way by following them and then attacking them outside, but the young man had to force

follow orders, and he

first job while being part of the Twilight Dusk Family, and he wouldn't throw it away after so many

also the Ancestral Mage's job to accept new

And distraction could result in his death, and he

while literally fighting with

a full minute, the Communication

Ancestral Mage had been exchanging hundreds, if not thousands, of attacks

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

his head. "I have no fucking

as rage burned in his eyes. "I must kill

then, he stopped his fist in front of the Sweeper's

sword was an unassailable

There was no opening.

darkness might as well

but the Ancestral Mage just moved to the side

was as elusive as

impossible to

as well be a mystical phantom of wind

had no idea how often he had shaken

The fight continued.