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.

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

plenty of outstanding Auras that

Aura that made them seem like born

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

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

of an extremely powerful hero chosen by

all of

Shang's Aura was

everyone else's, but in contrast, it

a very intense

the world around him was losing color and

a corrupting influence

created by closely examining Shang's Aura. Obviously, his Aura didn't change the

was simply how his Aura portrayed him to

felt like Shang's Aura wasn't

no charisma, hate, anger, friendliness, respect, disrespect, happiness, sadness, love, or

There was just nothing.

like Shang had no capacity to feel emotions or make any

following his instincts like

was doing or

just

thoughtless, brainless,

was how Shang appeared

what they should think of him, but most of them still ended up looking

such a simple and aimless idiot enter the

happened to the Lightning

used to be a good place for

Erel.

SHING!

Focus, which was

was probably incredibly expensive and

"Ready," Erel said emotionlessly.

SHING! SHING!

things appeared

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

hand was a long and

looked with interest

Shang's weapons were harder and more

the Mages were impressed by a warrior, but not due to

and unreal to see

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

in the middle of the arena while carrying

strength was very impressive to the

"Ready," Shang said.

Lucin nodded. "Then, Three…"

Focus began to

"Two…"

Shang didn't move.

"One…"

even more and began