The Master of Uradan

It had only taken a couple of hours for the winners of the first batch to be decided. Now, there were only half of the original participants ready to continue. There wasn't any long pause, and the second batch of duels rapidly took place.

It was as if the great clans were trying to get rid of this nonsense the fastest possible. During those fights, Rohan was pretty much bored as he looked at the people fighting. It wasn't only him that the normal fighters were evading, as almost every time someone was finding himself in front of a warrior, he would simply give up before any combat.

They were forced to come and stand in the arena before giving up, otherwise, they would not even dare to come near the warriors. It was even more so when it was a normal man that was sent again the only Intermediate Warrior. His legs were shaking so hard that Rohan was ready to help him to walk toward the platform.

Soon, it was the turn for Rohan to fight again. He walked leisurely toward the arena, and as he saw his opponent, he felt lucky. It was only a rank 1 Beginner Warrior, but he should at least not give up, right?

Rohan stood at the edge of the arena, waiting for everyone to get ready. His face was calm as always, contrasting with the warrior in front of him. This man was currently with a big smile on his face as if he had already won.

Before the fight could begin, the previous thought Rohan had become true.

"For the Blackwolf clan to send a random warrior! The old Garrold must be dying of shame right now, hahaha! Don't expect me to go easy on you, boy!"

Rohan felt his eyebrow twitch. So this man was just stupid, alright. He simply looked at this man with an expression of ridicule he couldn't refrain from appearing on his face. Sensing this look, the man became infuriated instantly.

It should be known that Rohan had used this gaze countless times when he was looking at those pitiful and disgusting children of a nobleman. All his contempt and disgust were fully shown, and along with his calm face without any other emotions, it created an unbearable feeling from the man being looked down this way.

The advisor shouted the start of the duels. Instantly, twenty-five fights burst at the same time, but most spectators watched Rohan against his opponent. It was the first duel since the start opposing two warriors, and everyone was curious about this unknown man fighting for the Blackwolf clan.

Rohan didn't even unsheathe his sword as the man approached with all this speed. Since this man had declared he would fight with everything he had, then Rohan would do the same.

However, he would do so without using his sword. He didn't want to cripple this warrior simply for a few words.

In only a few seconds, the man was already in front of Rohan with a big smile. He didn't care about the young boy that was too scared to draw his sword, he slashed with all his might from the right to the left.

If he could, he would even use his skill. But since the other fights would follow, that wouldn't be enough for him to recover, and he would need it against a stronger foe. Unfortunately, even if had used a Strengthened blow, that wouldn't have helped him to win anything.

Rohan simply advanced one step and extended his left hand toward the blade in coming. Without any difficulties whatsoever, he caught with his empty hands the wrist of the man, sharply stopping the sword from moving.

Everyone watching this fight with anticipation had their iris shrunken itself under this incredible move. Before anyone could react, Rohan followed with a punch.

It was a simple punch, with no techniques. It was simply a barbarian way to use his strength, but the effect was evident from everyone. He didn't even hit properly, nor did he take any momentum.

His fist blurred under the extreme speed and crashed against the chest of this man. All smiles had left him already, and the blow he received was the worst one he had ever felt. At the exact moment his fist touched the man, Rohan let go of his wrist, allowing the warrior to fly away before he landed violently, out of the ring.

The man couldn't even stand up. He had felt as if a karag had charged and collided against him, and then nothing else. He was simply lying on the ground, unconscious.

Rohan walked away, as the crowd burst into an uproar. All the warriors were now looking at him with different eyes. This man was young for them, extremely so. But he was also strong, and potentially stronger than them all.

Rohan probably should have concealed his strength to surprise them, but apart from the Intermediate Warrior, the other ones were only a small nuisance for him. He wasn't looking down on them, it was simply the reality.

The duels continued one after another, and soon, the end of the second batch quickly came. In the third arena, there were now a bit more than three hundred fighters, and it was the same in the other ones.

Only a quarter of those fighters were warriors, and the Intermediate Warrior was the stronger one in this third arena. Rohan was only waiting for his name to be called.

If he wasn't lucky at all, he could find himself against this warrior at any moment, and he preferred for this situation to not come at this moment. After all, he still didn't know if he should fight with all this strength or only used his warrior strength.

For the third time, Rohan's name was called to represent the Blackwolf clan. These, watching him from the side, immediately cheered on them. Among them, Elena was watching with her big eyes. She wanted to be as strong as this mighty warrior, but she didn't know how to do so.

She could only watch him, as she was sure he would trample on everyone. Such strength was what she wanted. If she had it, no, if she was even stronger than that, the dracasses wouldn't have been able to kill her family.

This time, Rohan wasn't as lucky as the previous time, and he found himself against an ordinary man. Without suspense, this one gave up the instant the duels had begun.

For this batch, a few warriors met each other, offering a show a bit more interesting in the eyes of the young warrior, but even so, since most of them were using their swords and not their spears, Rohan didn't have anything to learn from them.

It was the start of the afternoon when the fourth batch was called to participate. This time, there were only 174 fighters, with a bit less than half of them being warriors.

The duels were now lasting shorter than before, as a duel between warriors wasn't as clean as when ordinary people fought each other. The power of their blow fractured the bones and made the blood spill, as some of them were forced to use their skill in an ultimate desire to win.

Then, Rohan's name once again had been called.