The Master of Uradan - Chapter 131

The two wooden sabers connected each other for a short time before the two fighters distanced themselves. Once again, they charged without any sound, waving their sabers with a tempest of slashes.

The blows were so fast that Rohan had great difficulties following them. At least, it wasn’t as terrifying as Graan and his near teleportation speed. The two men fighting each other weren’t locked in a small space and were using the huge area with all the capacities at their disposal.

Their movement speed allowed them to cross tens of meters in less than a second, showing a fight that Rohan had never believed he could see a day. Without more options, Rohan decided to use the Overload skill.

Time slowed down as he kept observing their way of fighting. Rohan knew them, or at least one of them. He was Caeen, one of the disciples among the recruits. From what Rohan had heard all around since he was there, this man was the most talented among the new disciples.

But Rohan wouldn’t have memorized his name if it was only for this reason. It was also because this young man treated him quite correctly. Surrounded by countless white-robed men and women looking at him like an insect, it was easy to remember someone treating him differently.

Along with Flae and Glaer, those three were the ones Rohan had the most contact with. And from his point of view, they were also the keys to get out of there.

He stared at the two opponents while they were fighting each other in this slow world, observing every single one of their moves.

Since they all learned the same saber art, it was a must for Rohan to know more about it. Although their strengths were far above him, he would have the means to fight if he could guess the next moves.

During this one second, the two disciples exchanged a couple of hits, trying to bypass their opponents’ defense.

On the contrary with the sword, the saber was a weapon made to cut through the flesh, as well as weaker than a sword.

For this reason, the number of times the wooden sabers hit each other was quite rare, and the two men preferred dodging to slash toward an opening. As the two had the same techniques, the fight transformed itself into a strange dance where the blades cut through the air before retracting at lightning speed.

The fight continued for a short time, and Rohan used Overload at the critical moments, hoping to pierce their secret. Doing so only five times while watching a fight was almost useless, but Rohan was doing so since the start of the week.

Now, he was putting himself in the place of one of the fighters and trying to guess what would be the next movement as well as his own.

As Rohan kept observing them, he already knew who would win. The two young men were equally strong, at least stronger than him, but the techniques of Caeen were more exquisite than his opponent.

The wind hissed around them as their blades slashed at a terrible speed. Their bodies moved along, offering all their strength and speed to their weapons. The control they had over their bodies was simply beyond anything Rohan had seen. Maybe an Intermediate Warrior could somewhat come close, but Rohan wasn’t sure.

Suddenly, the fight stopped. The air made their robes fluster. Caeen’s saber had its tip posed against the throat of his opponent.

This one stepped back and bowed his head as he was thankful for this fight.

Rohan nodded his head, if their physics were the same as his own, he thought he would have a chance even without skills. With them, it wouldn’t be difficult to beat them completely. But with the difference in the constitution, the chance was as low as winning against an Intermediate Warrior.

He turned around, as he still had the whole east pavilion to clean, only to be stopped there.

“What are you doing here, slave? Want to stroll around not doing the only thing for what you’re useful?” Grael appeared in front of Rohan while looking down on him. His voice was strong enough to attract some of the onlookers while the two fighters also looked over there.

Without giving Rohan the time to answer, Grael followed after he saw the two fighters. “So you dream to be as strong as us even though you’re a weak human, Ha! What a great joke for a dog like you.”

Rohan kept his expressionless face as he watched this man spitting bullshit. Even though he appeared to be calm on the outside, he was at the moment doing everything on his head to not let his disgust show on his face.

“But you know what? I’m magnanimous myself.” Rohan almost choked on his saliva hearing this. “If you want to fight that much, I’ll allow it! Come with me.” A cruel smile appeared as he walked toward the stage where the two disciples were previously fighting.

“I still have my chores to do, under the order of Elder Kuud, I don’t have the time to play around.” What a joke, the moment he would put a foot on this arena, he would be destroyed.

Grael turned his face full of hatred toward Rohan. “A human dare to respond to me? You are only a slave. If you don’t want me to cut off your arm, you better move and take a damn weapon.”

Rohan squinted his eyes. He searched for an answer, but before he could find one, Caeen took the initiative to talk.

“Grael, do it quick. I’ll be the judge for the duel so you don’t go overboard.” His tone was as if he was talking about the weather, while Rohan felt his heart break in his chest. ‘Seems like there’s no other alternative.’

He walked toward the arena where he would suffer while Caeen approached him.

“If he wants to fight that much against you, no one can really stop him.” He put his wooden saber on Rohan’s hands and took his broom. “Don’t worry, with me overlooking the fight, you’ll only suffer a bit.”

Rohan’s lips twitched as he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Before long, he stood in front of the energized Grael warming up. He put on a battle stance and held the saber with his two hands.

Unfortunately, he had already used up his mana, so he wouldn’t be able to use any skills for this fight. Grael approached him and stopped a few meters away from Rohan. He didn’t even prepare more than that and left the saber in his hand pointing to the floor.

He licked his lips as he thought about the next minutes, while Rohan steeled his heart and mind. Without any signal, the fight began.

Grael blurred with extreme speed as he charged toward Rohan. His blade seemingly teleported as it appeared in front of Rohan, aiming for his thigh. But Rohan was expecting it.

He moved back his left leg and used this opportunity to strike with the maximum speed he could muster. His saber slashed diagonally from the top right to the bottom left and approached dangerously the throat of his opponent.

Caeen raised an eyebrow as he watched this simple exchange. Rohan’s posture was incredible as he perfectly dodged the first attack while also carrying his own strike.. The techniques and movements were top-notch, but the speed and strength were completely lacking.