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.

Auras here, but this warrior's

that cast a certain

people had this charismatic and confident Aura that

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

an ancient evil that had been asleep

heroic Aura of an extremely powerful hero

many Auras, and all of

Aura was

Aura was just as strong as everyone

a very

the world around him was losing color

was like he was a corrupting influence on his

image created by closely examining Shang's Aura. Obviously, his Aura didn't change the world around him or anything like

his

in all, the Clouds felt like Shang's

anger, friendliness, respect, disrespect, happiness, sadness, love, or anything human in

There was just nothing.

Shang had no capacity to feel

just following his instincts like a mortal

what he was doing or why

was just doing

thoughtless, brainless, goalless,

appeared to

should think of him, but most of them still

did such a simple and aimless

happened to

a good place for only

at Shang and Erel. "Are

SHING!

his Focus, which was taller than

Focus was probably incredibly expensive

"Ready," Erel said emotionlessly.

SHING! SHING!

appeared

was a huge

a long and

looked with

that Shang's weapons were harder and more durable than Early

were impressed by a warrior,

and unreal to see someone on their level

couldn't even attempt to lift something like that with their mind or body. It was just too

a warrior stood calmly in the middle of the arena while

not, Shang's physical strength

"Ready," Shang said.

Lucin nodded. "Then, Three…"

began to spin

"Two…"

Shang didn't move.

"One…"

sped up even more and began to shine in