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The Master of Uradan

The life of the son of a nobleman was not as happy as others could think. With a loving but always away father, a mother who had forgotten about his existence, and a brother too busy learning to become the next heir, Rohan had the habit to live alone. One day, he decided he had enough and chose to live in the secondary mansion of the family, accompanied by his butler and some guards. Since his goal was to become a Warrior to follow the path of his father, he chose to train with the guards each morning when he was only 10 years old. Followed years of training, until the day to become a warrior, a mana user, had finally come. But it was only the beginning of his story, and even though it was easy to understand that he was a genius in the warrior path, life, was truly never easy. Follow the tales of Rohan, roaming a world of magic populated of many races as he learn the hard way about them all. About the darkness of the humans; the haughtiness of the elves; the greediness of the dwarves; the craziness of the orcs; the shrewdness of the goblins; the deviousness of the demons; the foolishness of all living beings. Follow his journey as he became the Master of Uradan, a world of demons that only he could go as he will, and as he become the most powerful warrior and the most terrifying wizard of the whole world. ---------------------------------------- 1 bonus chapter at the end of the week for every 50 powerstones 1 bonus chapter at the end of the month for every 10 golden tickets You can support me here: https://ko-fi.com/lekrackeen

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Chapter 103: An Intermediate Warrior

His sword was pointing to the floor as Rohan stared in dread at his opponent. He was in the middle of the arena as all the clans of the Barren Lands were watching with apprehension and interest.

The first duel of the fifty or so winners from the four arenas was him against this man standing there. The pressure he emitted forced Rohan to gulp down.

The advisor shouted, it was the start of the duel.

Rohan breathed out and rushed forward. The man waited for the young warrior to approach him. He unsheathed his sword, making all the spectators exclaim among themselves.

Rohan's sword flashed at lighting speed. It was easily parried away. He felt as if he had hit a wall, an indestructible one. The sword his opponent wielded wasn't as good as him, but Rohan could feel it, the thin mana enveloping his sword.

It wasn't the weapon of his enemy that risked being cracked, but his own. His expression hardened.