The Master of Uradan - Chapter 144

Rohan was surrounded by tens of disciples looking at him with murderous eyes. One of them looked different from a human, staring at him with his saber raised. His missing arm along with his horns and demonic eyes gave his appearance a fearsome one.

“Daring to come here, after successfully fleeing. I don’t know if you are stupid or if it is normal among humans.”

Rohan turned his head to the right, where one disciple approached leisurely. His saber wasn’t even unsheathed, but the moment Rohan recognized him, he knew there was no need for him.

“Well, you did follow us like a fool for several days thinking we wouldn’t sense you, so I think it’s natural.” Vaal, the leader of the trio which had caught Rohan, walked toward Rohan, bypassing the other silent disciples.

Rohan knew he was pretty much dead at this point. He couldn’t even easily kill a normal disciple. Someone like Vaal was an opponent far above his level.

“From the orders of Elder Kuud,” his hand posed itself on the handle of his saber, “I’ll cut off your legs so you can’t run away anymore.”

A demoniac smile stretched on his face as he stared at Rohan. Before he could leap forward, the young warrior took the only choice he could take.

He closed his eyes and standing in the middle of bloodthirsty demons, small red dots began to appear around him. It was the only plan he could think of.

He wasn’t stupid and as far-fetched it could sound, he was confident that it was because of this method of meditation that he had been teleported here.

The red dots linked together under the alarmed disciples and formed red threads hovering around Rohan.

Vaal widened his eyes as he forgot his duty. His hand was still grasping his saber, but he didn’t dare to move. What was happening? How could this human control such a large amount of Breath?

The red threads quickly surrounded Rohan and spun in the same direction, forming a sort of red cocoon enveloping the body of the human.

The disciples subconsciously stepped back with this saber pointing to this phenomenon. Even Vaal was apprehensive as he began to smoothly draw his saber.

Suddenly, a terrible cry echoed from within the bloody red cocoon. All the disciples shuddered under the continuous screams coming from the human. They could only imagine the pain he was suffering as they saw the threads entering the cocoon one by one.

They couldn’t see the situation inside, but Rohan was half kneeling, supported by his saber with the tip scratching the floor. His legs were shaking as he gritted his teeth.

The red threads fuzed one after another inside his body. His flesh was torn open here and there, his muscles trembled as his bones menaced to break at any moment.

The previous internal injuries were already dangerous, but now that he was trying to use this same method, his body couldn’t support it anymore.

Blood was dripping out from his open injuries as Rohan felt the world spin around him. His consciousness was fading away, and as his last bit of hope prayed for being teleported out of here, he collapsed in the bloody ground.

The red cocoon formed with countless thin threads slowly disappeared, letting the disciples flabbergasted as they couldn’t believe their own eyes.

Vaal felt his eyes popping out of his socket as he rushed forward. A large quantity of blood was on the floor, but the human had disappeared.

He suddenly waved his saber from left to right as he couldn’t understand how this human had simply disappeared.

Before he could say anything, a mighty voice appeared from the side.

“All of you, get out of here.” An old man appeared near the blood with a thoughtful expression.

Vaal was given a fright as he instantly bowed to Elder Kuud along with the other disciples before running out of there.

Kuud pondered as his eyes were locked against the blood. Soon, he smiled.

“This human… if I can understand what he did, should I be able to enter his human world?” His smile grew bigger and bigger. Suddenly, he vanished, excited to start his research.

Rohan woke up in the middle of his blood. The pain was simply atrocious as he tried to get up. He could only help himself with his saber.

The moment he stood up, he couldn’t help but spit a mouthful of blood, spilling it on the wooden floor. Although he was right and he was alive, Rohan knew that he would be likely to die if he didn’t do anything about his state. With no other choice, Rohan decided to see Delia.

He was the only one who can help you now. He left his room with the help of his saber as a trail of blood followed him. He pushed open the door, and soon he found himself on the stairs.

He nearly tumbled more than once as he felt his body slowly breaking apart. His time was counted, but he couldn’t walk faster.

With extreme difficulties, Rohan finally left Horim’s shop and stepped on the street. It was only the beginning.

He didn’t know how many steps he had taken already, walking in the streets as the crowd around watched him curiously. Along with his clothes and bag, some even ponder if it was worth plundering this almost dead body. Before anyone took the initiative, a man appeared in front of Rohan.

Rohan nearly bumped into him.

“Rohan Sharkan? You are under arrest by the order of the king himself, do you have anything to say?” A throaty voice filled his ears, but Rohan didn’t care at all. It was already hard to keep walking, he didn’t want to stop here.

“Fuck off.”

Leaning on his saber, Rohan slowly tried to bypass the man, but this one positioned himself once again in his way.

“I am a rank 6 Intermediate Warrior. I believe you want to take back your words?” A condescending tone descended upon Rohan. His irritability was already at the maximum and this voice nearly made Rohan want to cut this man into pieces.

A flash of light burst in between the two men. The tip of the saber posed once again on the ground with a clear sound. Rohan spitted out some blood because of his abrupt movement.

The warrior’s expression changed immediately. He slowly turned his face to the side and looked at his right arm. Or at least, where should his arm be. Blood spilled on the floor as some of the onlookers screamed in panic.

Rohan continued his way as he passed through a couple of warriors who didn’t dare to move.

This young man, leaning on his saber to walk like a hunched old man, continuously losing his blood, easily scared away a bunch of mighty warriors.

But that was to be expected. Even the Intermediate Warrior wasn’t able to see the attack, much less being able to evade or block it.. The moment the warrior snapped back into reality with the pain burning his nerves, he took out his sword with his left hand with a furious face.