The Master of Uradan - Chapter 97

Rohan charged toward a man a little distance away. His sword flashed around him as he kept running, never slowing down. Screams and yells followed every one of his movements, as well as the blood flying in the air.

The normal fighters had no chance to put any resistance against this warrior who was far stronger than them. His constitution was almost six to seven times stronger than them, and the speed of his blow made them all despair.

The sharpness of his blade, as well as his strength powering it, cut through the leather clothes, the flesh, and the bones. Behind him, the arms of the fighters flew in the air one after another, and before long, Rohan reached the first warrior.

He was only a rank 1 Beginner Warrior, like almost all the ones participating here. He couldn’t put up an appropriate fight, and even his Strengthened Blow made his spear hit nothing but the wind. Rohan only needed to dodge normally at his level. Not a skill was used in the process.

Like all his other victims, the warrior soon saw both his arms split away from his body, before they fell back on the ground. He watched stupidly as his elbows which were holding nothing as the blood dropped on the floor.

Rohan didn’t even glance at this man before he switched his target and charged toward the next warrior. A painful scream echoed behind him, but he didn’t care.

Screams and shouts kept echoing all around in an insufferable cacophony. All the clans around this battlefield were waking up, and it wasn’t difficult to understand what was happening. It took only a short time for the Bluekraken clan to know what was happening. Since the clans were under the protection of the four great clans, they quickly sent an Intermediate Warrior.

Every member of the Blackwolf clan was now fitting to their names. They pounced against the enemies like bloodthirsty wolves as they wielded their spears with an extreme might. They didn’t care about their injuries and overlooked all pain they could feel as if there was nothing but the enemy in front of them.

The group made of the dozen clans that had thought the operation to be an easy mission were now beginning to feel afraid of this clan, as it was full of crazy people.

Daina charged like a beast toward a man. She had been useless against a dracass, but not here. She tightened her grip over her weapon. She was one of the best fighters of the clan. It was just a pity for her as she couldn’t become a warrior no matter how many times she had tried.

The tip of the spear split the air at an incredible speed and sank inside the throat of the man in front of her. She was using the momentum with perfection, allowing the whole spear to pass through the man. She let go of her weapon, passed by the dead man and grab her spear again. With a powerful kick on the back of the enemy, she fully took out her weapon while the dead body crashed against the ground.

She continued her massacre, followed by her brother. He wasn’t as strong as his sister. He had become a warrior a few years ago, but because of an instance, he had been forced to crippled himself. He was weak. his body was weak. The pain inside, coming from the mana core shattering itself, was sometimes excruciating. But he didn’t care.

Darias constantly yelled under the night as he gave all courage to the wolves with red eyes that were his fellow members. The blood was bathing his body as he looked like a demon. He didn’t care about the enemies, no one cared about them. They dared to attack them, so they will kill them all and bathed under their blood.

Rohan clashed his sword against the warriors. The power of the blow made the man step back while his face instantly fell. He knew he wasn’t a match at all. Before he could think of anything else. His right arm was completely cut off from his body.

The rank 4 Beginner Warrior was watching with a mouth open. He couldn’t believe what was currently happening. This clan wasn’t weak at all. Sparks flew around him and burned his skin as he parried a blow from the supposed crippled warrior in front of him.

Garrold wielded his sword like a mad man as he slashed, thrust, stabbed, chopped. He continued faster and faster, putting immense pressure on his opponent. He was using his left arm, and he was far less good. He knew he couldn’t kill the man in front of him, thus, he could only stall for time.

His opponent suddenly leaped back to catch some space, but Garrols wouldn’t let him take the initiative. One mistake and he would be dead. He instantly used Charge and stick to the warrior, not letting him do as he wanted.

The warrior was starting to be pissed off by this old man. This one wasn’t trying to kill him or anything, he was simply trying to keep him here with all his strength. He gritted his teeth. His role was to kill this old man from the beginning anyway. If he couldn’t escape, then he would at least kill this man.

He used Charge and stomped the ground with his leg. He blurred under the flame of the fire camp and appeared on the left of Garrold. He immediately followed with a Strengthened Blow. His sword cleaved toward the old man. This one could only squint his eyes. What a perfect move.

They both knew how less proficient he was with his left arm, and this warrior instantly decided to attack him on his left at lightning speed. If he had his right arm, he could defend himself without any problem, but now, he couldn’t do anything.

Garrold attempted to parry the blow with his sword, but under the powerful strength of the skill, he knew that the little strength he could put inside his sword would make his wrist snap under the force, and possibly even his whole arm.

But before the two blades met each other, an unknown sword appeared from nowhere. The blow of the rank 4 Beginner Warrior hit this iron sword, but it was as if he had struck a mountain. The sword stopping his sword didn’t move at all while the rebound of the blow made the warrior take a step back.

He carefully looked at the newcomer, and his face fell instantly. That fast?

“Hmph.” The newcomer snorted, and abruptly, he disappeared from his position.

Rohan, who was coming this way as he had felt the mana of the rank 4 Beginner Warrior, stopped on his track. He had asked himself at some point if he was strong enough against an Intermediate Warrior. His eyes widened as this scene in front of him answered his question.

The rank 6 Intermediate Warrior reappeared next to the other warrior, with his sword pointing to the ground. A drop of blood fell against a rock. A weak white light faded away from his weapon. It was so weak that probably no one but Rohan had seen it, even under this night.

The rank 4 Beginner Warrior collapsed on the ground. His head lingered a bit in the air before following suit. But it wasn’t what made Rohan shudder.. It was the sword of the warrior that clanged against the ground, with two metallic noises: the blade had been split into two halves.