Sword God in a World of Magic

Most of the Clouds living in the Hibye were standing or floating near the central arena.

They all wanted to see this warrior getting stomped out like a bug.

Eventually, it was time for the duel.

Everyone waited with interested expressions as Lucin entered the arena.

"Today, we will be holding one to three duels, depending on the outcome," Lucin said. "Our first and maybe only duel will be between Cloud Erel and Cloud Shang."

"Shang, huh?" some of the onlookers muttered under their breath.

So, that was the name of the warrior.

Of course, no one had ever heard of Shang.

"Combatants, enter the arena," Lucin commanded.

A second later, Erel entered. He wore white and grey robes, his eyes and hair sharing a similar color scheme.

In any other place, Erel's appearance would make him look like a once-in-a-century genius, and everyone would be able to tell that he was outstanding.

But here, he was just like anyone else.

Everyone was outstanding.

Erel stepped into the several-kilometer-wide arena and waited on one end. Duels would start with both combatants on opposite sides of the arena.

And then, it was Shang's time to enter the arena.

Everyone looked over at Shang with interest.

Shang was still using his Shroud to keep himself invisible from Spirit Senses due to habit, but Shroud didn't work on even a single one of the Clouds. Even several of the High Mage Clouds could see through it.

Shang's Shroud had been incredibly effective in the outside world, but here, it was useless.

The perception of all of these Clouds was just too insane.

However, the Clouds were still intrigued by Shang.

First of all, he didn't have eyes, which was very unusual. Sure, there had been one guy that had also spent some time without eyes, but that had been only temporary to comprehend a Concept. If that person had entered battle, he would have regrown his eyes immediately.

But this warrior was entering a battle without eyes.

Why?

What was the point?

There was literally no reason to do that.

Was he so arrogant that he believed he didn't need his eyes to win?

But his lack of eyes was not the only thing that intrigued everyone.

The other thing was his Aura.

but this warrior's

of outstanding Auras that

charismatic and confident Aura that made

of control around them, almost like they knew what everyone

this dark and domineering Aura that made them seem like an ancient evil that had been asleep for thousands of years

an extremely powerful hero chosen by the Mage God

were so many Auras, and all of them

Shang's Aura

as everyone

was a

seem like the world around him was

was like he was a corrupting influence

by closely examining Shang's Aura. Obviously,

how his Aura portrayed him

in all, the Clouds felt like Shang's Aura wasn't

no charisma, hate, anger, friendliness, respect, disrespect, happiness, sadness, love,

There was just nothing.

Shang had no capacity to feel emotions or make any coherent

was just following his instincts like

he was doing

just doing

thoughtless, brainless, goalless,

Shang appeared to everyone around

quite certain what they should think of him, but most of them still ended up looking down

and

to the

a good place for only the

Shang and Erel. "Are both

SHING!

summoned his Focus, which was

was probably incredibly expensive

"Ready," Erel said emotionlessly.

SHING! SHING!

things appeared

a huge and

a long and thin

with interest at

that Shang's weapons were harder and more durable than

time, the Mages were impressed by a warrior, but not due

very strange and unreal to see

lift something like that with

stood calmly in the middle of the arena while carrying two

not, Shang's physical strength was very

"Ready," Shang said.

Lucin nodded. "Then, Three…"

Focus began

"Two…"

Shang didn't move.

"One…"

Focus sped up even more and began