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.

colorful, and bright Auras here, but this warrior's Aura was bright

were plenty of outstanding Auras that cast a certain light on some

had this charismatic and confident Aura that made them seem like born

people had this innate feeling of control around them, almost like they knew

made them seem like an ancient evil that had been asleep

of an extremely powerful hero chosen by the

Auras, and all of them were

Shang's Aura

as everyone else's, but in contrast, it was

was a very

almost made it seem like the world around him was losing color and becoming

was like he was a corrupting

Aura. Obviously, his Aura didn't change the world around him or anything like

was simply how his Aura portrayed

the Clouds felt like

hate, anger, friendliness, respect, disrespect, happiness, sadness,

There was just nothing.

capacity to feel emotions or make any

was like he was just following his instincts like a mortal worm in

doing

was just doing

thoughtless, brainless,

Shang appeared to

should think of him, but most of them still ended up

did such a simple and

to the Lightning

to be a good place for only the strongest of

Erel. "Are

SHING!

summoned his Focus, which was taller than him and extremely

Focus was probably

"Ready," Erel said emotionlessly.

SHING! SHING!

two things appeared

hand was a huge and curved

a long

with interest at

weapons were harder and

the first time, the Mages were impressed by a

very strange and unreal to see someone on their level lift something that

attempt to lift something like that with their mind or body. It was just too

stood calmly in the middle of the arena while carrying two of

Shang's physical strength was very impressive

"Ready," Shang said.

Lucin nodded. "Then, Three…"

began

"Two…"

Shang didn't move.

"One…"

sped up even more and