The Master of Uradan

After Rohan had been called, the name of his opponent followed. His eyes widened when he heard the clan of the man. He hadn't seen him fight in the previous duels, as no one was foolish enough to fight against him.

He didn't remember his name though, but he had no problem at all with the name of his clan, as he was also in the top three strongest clans of the external clan. It was the clan chief of the Whitetiger clan, a rank 4 Beginner Warrior.

A smile bloomed on the face of the young warrior. It reminded him of the little oath he had made after the meeting with this man in the street. He was going to cripled him.

Rohan didn't know what exactly had occurred for Deidros to be forced to use mana combustion and ruin his path. But this man was responsible, that was enough for Rohan.

The two men stared at each other. A joyful smile for one, and a nasty one for the other.

"I thought you were just a normal damn boy, but you're quite powerful for a little boy." He emphasized the boy part as if it was the evilest insult he could employ. "You should be what, a rank 3 Beginner Warrior? Maybe even like me and a rank 4 Beginner Warrior, eh? That is truly impressive, I can't deny that. Unfortunately, you're far too young if you believe you're my opponent. You don't know how the world works, boy!"

Rohan tilted his head to the side.

"I don't know how the world works?" He asked this question to himself, as only a soft mutter left his mouth. A fierce glint appeared for not even a second in his eyes and disappeared as if it was an illusion.

For the first time since he had been on the stage, Rohan unsheathed his sword. The cold iron on his hand hummed, ready for the blood to flow on it.

He was only a boy, it was undeniable. But he had seen much more than a lot of people out there. It was a displaced pride. It wasn't worth anything, and he could even trample it as much as he could care about any so-called pride. But still, only he knew what life he had to go through.

The shout of the advisor filled the ears of the two warriors. The spectators were watching them with their eyes open. They wanted to see everything.

Rohan bolted through the air with incredible speed. He wouldn't belittle the warrior in front of him even if he was weaker. Simple use of the skill Overload sufficed to itself to destroy this rank 4 Beginner Warrior, but Rohan decided to not use any skills.

His blade split the air at a mighty speed. The instant the blade of the clan chief connected with this sword, the mocking smile abruptly let place as a stunned expression. The explosive power hiding behind the blade of the young boy sent the man several steps back.

Silence fell as the countless inhabitants of the Barren Lands stood there with a blank expression. This simple exchange was enough to declare to everyone who was the winner between the two of you.

Even the leader of the Bluekraken clan was shocked by the result. This warrior was so young, but he already reached the end of the Beginners rank. Such talent was unheard of.

Rohan ran again toward the other warrior. He didn't let him catch up his breath as the sword cleaved and cut through the air before hitting with an incredible might the enemy's sword.

"Good, I thought you were just a coward who would have given up after seeing my strength. At least I have a bit more respect for you." Rohan shouted in between two clashes.

He wasn't thinking at all about what he said, but it prevented the clan chief from giving up from now on. His position as a leader of one of the most powerful clans became no more than a shackle forcing him to fight until the end. If he gave up now, his pride would crumble, and he couldn't accept this.

If Rohan stood in his shoes, he would throw his weapon away from the instant he knew he couldn't win, a useless pride making him fight to death should be crunched from the start.

The swords they held in their hands were far apart from each other. The quality wasn't obvious at first, but it only took some more sparks flying here and there for the keen warriors in the crowd observing this fight.

Dents already began to appear on the sword held by the rank 4 Beginner Warrior. His face was now totally ashen as he tried everything he could to defend himself. He didn't have any other choice anymore.

This young warrior was a monster, a bona fide rank 5 Beginner Warrior. If he decided to use his skill Overload, he was simply dead. Tarag considered all the ways he had, and only two solutions came to him. Either going all out or giving up right now.

His sword was already suffering from the blows, but it was far from being the worst. The crowd watching the fight only saw one sword crashing continuously on the other one, slowly destroying it bit by bit.

But for the warrior, he didn't care about his sword that much, but his arms were already shaking. Sweat was flowing down from all over his body, and numbness made it hard to grip the handle of his sword. The strength of this boy was far from being normal. He swore to himself that a rank 5 Beginner Warrior shouldn't be this powerful.

He breathed in. It was time to put everything on the line. The choices were lacking.

Under a powerful stomp on the stage, Tarag used Charge. He needed to be fast, faster than he had ever been. leaving behind him a faint trace of footprint, he dodged Rohan's sword and arrived on his back by the left. He gritted his teeth. It was everything or nothing!

He used a second time Charge. This time, he used to jump in the air. His legs, filled with terrifying power, made him soar in the air like an immortal. He swooped down against the back of the young warrior. Reaching him, he used Strengthened Blow. But not only once. He wielded his sword with both hands, and send all the mana resting on his mana core toward his left arm.

His sword, with the supreme speed and power given by two Strengthened Blows, cleaved toward the head of the young warrior.

Time seemed to flow down. Under his eyes, the boy, still showing his back, made a simple stepside.

It was a basic step. There was nothing incredible in this movement that everyone had already done countless times since eons ago. But the warrior couldn't believe his eyes. It was as if the world itself was accompanying this simple move, giving an unordinary meaning to this ordinary move.

Rohan turned on himself and glanced at the warrior still in the air with his icy eyes. He was falling against him, his sword already useless as it missed him. He raised his arm and stabbed his sword at the warrior.

He wasn't putting in any strength, it was simply the gravity playing its role, making the tip of the sword pierce through the body of the warrior.. It just so happens that the sword also pierced the mana core of the chief of the Whitetiger clan.