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 in

of outstanding Auras that cast a

this charismatic and confident Aura that made them

of control around them, almost like they knew what everyone around them would

and domineering Aura that made them seem like an ancient evil that had been asleep for thousands of years just to return and

an extremely powerful hero chosen by the Mage

all of them were outstanding and

Shang's Aura was

everyone

was a very

world around him was losing

like he was a corrupting influence on his

closely examining Shang's Aura. Obviously,

was simply how his

felt like Shang's Aura

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

There was just nothing.

was like Shang had no capacity to feel emotions or

he was just following his

he was doing

was just doing

brainless, goalless,

appeared to everyone around

Mages weren't quite certain what they should think of him, but most of

simple and aimless idiot enter

happened to

place for only the

Erel. "Are both of

SHING!

summoned his Focus, which was

probably

"Ready," Erel said emotionlessly.

SHING! SHING!

things appeared in

right hand was a huge and curved

hand was a long and thin metal bar, his

Mages looked with interest

weapons were harder and more durable than

first time, the Mages were impressed by a warrior,

unreal to see someone on their level lift something that

to lift something like that with

the middle of the arena while carrying two of

physical strength was very

"Ready," Shang said.

Lucin nodded. "Then, Three…"

Focus began to spin

"Two…"

Shang didn't move.

"One…"

sped up even more and