Luciferjl

Aragon, a village-born boy with exceptional swordsmanship skills, discovers his lineage as a descendant of a legendary swordsman. He embarks on a quest to conquer challenges, unravel old secrets, and face dark forces. Along the way, he faces the truths and secrets of his family. As he navigates political intrigue and battles for the throne, Aragon's journey becomes a path of self-discovery and the true meaning of power. 

(The characters in this story and everything is wholly fictional.18+ and also it may contain some adult and mature content. And it is a completely fictional and imaginary world in which the events of the story take place.) 
NO NTR OR YURI

Monarch of Slaughter

His sword flickered with a red aura as he lunged forward, aiming to strike at close range. Yet the old man raised his own sword, and a white haze enveloped its length, transforming into dancing white flames that danced with an otherworldly brilliance.

Their blades collided with explosive force, the white flames slicing through the red aura with ease. Aragon felt as though a weighty force crashed against his sword, vibrations coursing through his grip and into his very bones.

Unable to maintain his hold, his sword slipped from his grasp and clattered to the ground.

Aragon's hand tingled with the lingering sensation of the impact, and his mind reeled in disbelief.

Frantically, Aragon retrieved his sword, but his energy waned.

He could no longer summon the continuous strikes, and the old man appeared untouched, unyielding, and devoid of weariness.

Aragon dead?