The Master of Uradan - Chapter 143

Rohan only needed to take a glance to see that the commotion had attracted the attention of other disciples. By luck, this area wasn’t greatly frequented, but with the speed of those freaks, it was only a question of a few seconds before he was surrounded.

Rohan felt a hard block of ice falling down his throat. He quickly turned around and rushed back inside his hut. He grabbed his bag filled with cores and exited once again his place.

It only took him less than a second, but he could already see some of the white-robbed disciples running in this direction with bloodlust. The situation wasn’t bad anymore, it was simply catastrophic.

He took out the saber on the ground near the body, and without caring about it, Rohan turned toward the south and rushed with maximum speed.

He knew that a small distance away was a small wall delimiting the sect from the city, and once he would hide in the middle of a crowd, he believed it would be easier to flee.

“The human had returned! Catch him!”

“Kill this worm!”

The rage coming from the disciples burst here and there, and the moment they saw the lying body of one of them, their need for revenge exploded.

Rohan felt the wind hitting his face as his legs were filled with great power. He didn’t know how much his constitution had reached, but this amount of power made him thrilled. If only there weren’t tens of bloodthirsty chasing after him.

Without a doubt, Rohan would be able to leave in the dust any Intermediate Warriors, but some of these non-humans cultivating their bodies directly with mana weren’t as weak and slow. One of them caught up with Rohan from the right as he jumped onto his target.

He unsheathed his saber while his body was in midair and slashed in a single move. The movement was fast, but Rohan wasn’t a young man unable to see it anymore. Furthermore, this disciple wasn’t a strong one and wasn’t even comparable to the three first ones that Rohan had met, Vaal, Yuun, or Graan.

He easily dodged the attack, letting the blade brush his body before he counterattacked. His opponent was alarmed as the moment his foot touched the ground, he leaped back with a solemn expression.

A thin bloody line appeared on his right cheek as blood slowly dripped down. The weak human in front of him wasn’t so weak.

Rohan wasn’t willing to waste more time and charge ruthlessly toward his opponent. He controlled his mana and sent it toward his first meridian. The moment he appeared in front of the disciple, the mana was sucked by the vortex on Rohan’s palm.

It was projected at high speed out of his meridian and almost instantly, the saber was recovered with a thin layer of mana. The faint red glow gave a fierce appearance at the blade while the man facing it widened his eyes of disbelief.

Rohan used the skill that only an Intermediate Warrior could use. It was called Enchantment and permitted a warrior to control the mana to recover an item with it. It was also the premise to throw a mana blade, but the sole Enchantment part was the less costly skill a warrior could have.

It only had 5 points of mana being used, while a mana blade cost 15 more points while also wearing off the Enchantment. If he wasn’t using a mana blade, then the skill would simply fade away after a short time.

Although it didn’t directly enhance the prowess of a warrior like Charge or Strengthened Blow, reinforcing a weapon was as important as strengthening the body, if not more.

The blade cut through the air without any resistance. The disciple wasn’t fast enough and could only use his own saber to defend his body, but the result alarmed him greatly.

The moment the two sabers connected, a notch appeared on the disciple’s blade, frightening him. He jumped back as he was scared to lose his weapon, but this action was a mistake. In the process, Rohan took the opportunity to step forward.

His blade flashed with a red line. Blood spilled in the air before an arm fell on the ground with a plop.

The disciple looked with a blank face at his missing arm, where blood was dripping on the floor. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He shifted his eyes and stared deeply at the young human in front of him. No. Was he even a human?

His life was in danger.

Rohan was about to charge once again when he suddenly stopped. The fight had only taken less than a few seconds and the other disciples were dangerously nearing his position. He only needed to kill this opponent to have a chance to flee, but what he saw made him face reality.

He was indeed in a place of demons.

“I’ll kill you, you insect.”

Red threads of mana were floating around the man, coming from his body. Two black horns had grown on his forehead, pointing to the sky. His vertical pupils had nothing to do with a human anymore.

A faint red aura surrounded his blade as the bleeding from his missing limb had already stopped.

His expression was furious as he stared at Rohan. This demoniac appearance facing the young man was far beyond anything he could have thought about.

The disciple rushed forward and attacked Rohan like a demon, which he obviously was. His speed and strength seemed to have increased to an incredible level as Rohan had difficulties defending himself.

The worst was that other disciples were quickly approaching and ready to throw themselves against him. The situation was worse than what he had believed.

Rohan parried an attack from the right before slashing with his weapon. His opponent had received a great boost, but it was still manageable.

He used Overload. The time slowed down as he saw the demon cleaving with his saber at lighting speed. The speed was so great that even within his perception, it was like a normal leisurely chopping down his weapon.

But it was nothing for Rohan. He stepped forward and evaded the blade before slashing from the bottom to the top with his saber. His opponent easily dodge the blade by stepping back, but Rohan suddenly smiled. It was exactly what he wanted.

He abruptly slashed down in the void, sending a blood-red mana blade cleaving toward the disciple.

He didn’t wait for the result and decided to move forward. He attacked with his sword to the right, and raised his left hand to the left, throwing a red wind blade.

As he was only a rank 2 Beginner Wizard, his spell was weaker than the mana blade he could release, but it was still enough to block any escape route for the demon.

The red threads surrounding his body suddenly exploded. The demon spitted a large quantity of blood in exchange for godly strength.

The paved ground cracked under his foot as he vanished from the place he was. The two blades formed with mana touched nothing before fading away a few tens of meters away. Rohan’s saber encountered nothing but emptiness.

Rohan took back his battle stance with a bitter smile.. The time wasn’t to care about this demon who had appeared behind him anymore, as a couple of disciples were already surrounding him.