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.

unique, colorful, and bright Auras here, but

Auras that cast a certain

charismatic and confident Aura that made them seem like born

knew what everyone around them would do before

like an ancient evil that had been asleep for thousands of

Aura of an extremely

Auras, and all of them were outstanding

Aura

as strong as everyone else's,

a

Aura almost made it seem like the world around him was losing

he was a corrupting influence

just a mental image created by closely examining Shang's Aura. Obviously, his Aura didn't change the world around

his Aura

all, the Clouds felt like Shang's

disrespect, happiness,

There was just nothing.

Shang had no capacity to feel emotions or

he was just following his instincts like a mortal worm

doing

just

brainless, goalless,

Shang appeared

quite certain what they should think of him, but

simple and aimless

to

used to be a good place for only the strongest of

looked at Shang and Erel. "Are both

SHING!

summoned his Focus, which was taller than him

probably incredibly expensive and

"Ready," Erel said emotionlessly.

SHING! SHING!

things appeared in Shang's

hand was a huge and curved sword, his

Shang's left hand was a long and thin metal

with interest

could feel that Shang's weapons were harder and more

were impressed by a warrior, but not due to

just very strange and unreal to see

like that with their mind

here, a warrior stood calmly in the middle

strength

"Ready," Shang said.

Lucin nodded. "Then, Three…"

Focus began

"Two…"

Shang didn't move.

"One…"

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