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.

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

that cast a certain light on some

had this charismatic and confident Aura that

control around them, almost like they knew what

ancient evil that

Aura of an extremely powerful hero chosen by

Auras, and all of them were

Aura

as everyone else's, but in contrast, it was like Shang's Aura

a very

made it seem like the world around him

was like he was a corrupting

a mental image created by closely examining Shang's Aura.

how his Aura

the Clouds felt like

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

There was just nothing.

no capacity to feel emotions or make any

his instincts like a

he was doing or why he was

was just

thoughtless, brainless, goalless,

Shang appeared to everyone around

should think of him, but most of them

a simple and aimless idiot

to

to be a good place for

Erel. "Are

SHING!

summoned his Focus, which was taller than him and extremely

was probably incredibly

"Ready," Erel said emotionlessly.

SHING! SHING!

appeared

Shang's right hand was a huge and curved sword, his

left hand was a long

looked with

Shang's weapons were harder and more

the Mages were impressed by a warrior, but

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

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

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

strength was very impressive to the

"Ready," Shang said.

Lucin nodded. "Then, Three…"

Focus began to spin

"Two…"

Shang didn't move.

"One…"

up even more and began to shine