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 Aura was bright

Auras that cast a

charismatic and confident Aura

of control around them, almost like they knew

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

of an extremely powerful

were so many Auras, and all of them were outstanding

Shang's Aura was

intensity of Shang's Aura was just as strong as everyone else's, but in contrast, it

a very

the world around him was losing color

was like he was a corrupting influence

created by closely examining Shang's Aura.

how his Aura portrayed him

in all, the Clouds felt like Shang's

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

There was just nothing.

no capacity to feel emotions or make any

was just following his instincts like a mortal worm in

was doing or why he was

was just

thoughtless, brainless,

how Shang appeared to everyone around

him, but most of them still ended up looking down

did such a simple and aimless

happened to

to be a good place for only

looked at Shang and Erel.

SHING!

summoned his Focus, which was taller than

probably incredibly expensive and

"Ready," Erel said emotionlessly.

SHING! SHING!

things appeared in Shang's

right hand was a huge

Shang's left hand was a long and

looked with

weapons were harder and more

were impressed by a warrior, but not

unreal to see someone on their

attempt to lift something like that with their mind or

in the middle of the arena while carrying two of

or not, Shang's physical strength was

"Ready," Shang said.

Lucin nodded. "Then, Three…"

Focus began to spin

"Two…"

Shang didn't move.

"One…"

Focus sped up even more and began