Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 363

The beginning was very simple.

Kang Jin-ho, charging forward, swung his sword wide to the left.

However, the result was anything but simple.

Kim Jin-young’s eyes widened as if they would tear.

Something was off.

The moment Kang Jin-ho swung his sword, what he felt wasn’t fear or terror.

It was an emotion that could only be called a sense of incongruity.

What should be the first reaction of someone who feels a sword flying towards them?

They should either block the sword or, failing that, try to dodge it… It should be one of those two.

If those who tried to dodge or block failed and fell, spraying blood, Kim Jin-young would probably be screaming and trying to run away or charging in with rage by now.

But that didn’t happen.

The moment Kang Jin-ho charged and swung his sword, those in front of him froze as if they had turned to stone.

And only one thing remained.

It was a sight as if a mural painted on a wall was being cut out whole. As if space itself was frozen, Kang Jin-ho’s sword sliced through it, and those within were split in half and tumbled to the floor, seemingly unaware of their own deaths.

It was an absurd sight, an unreal sight.

And the most absurd thing was Kim Jin-young’s reaction.

‘What am I doing right now?’

The enemy had invaded.

That enemy wasn’t just making threats, but was cutting off the heads of the directors and charging in, slicing his comrades in half at the waist.

Yet, Kim Jin-young was just watching the scene as if he were watching a movie.

His mind was blank.

It was as if a thick fog had settled between reality and him, making it impossible to grasp any sense of reality.

“Huuuuh…”

It wasn’t his will that brought him back to reality, but a groan that leaked out from somewhere.

“Ah…”

The groan of the man who had been cut in half at the waist and fallen to the floor rapidly brought his mind back to reality.

“Uwaaaaaaaah!”

With a fierce scream that he let out without realizing it, the surroundings instantly heated up with intense heat.

“Kill him!”

“Run away! Get out of here!”

“Crazy! He’s crazy!”

It was a scene that could only be described as chaos.

Some drew their weapons and charged at Kang Jin-ho, while others ran away, tears streaming down their faces.

‘What is this?’

This is the Yeongnam Assembly [a major martial arts organization in South Korea].

The largest martial arts organization in South Korea.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that it’s the most dangerous place in South Korea, and it’s a clear fact that it’s the most heavily guarded place in South Korea.

But once you peel away the facade of being the largest organization in South Korea or a gathering of martial artists, all that remains are the screams of people filled with terror.

“Eeeeeeek!”

Unable to bear the truth, Kim Jin-young drew his sword and charged at Kang Jin-ho.

“I’ll kill you!”

He saw Kang Jin-ho’s face smiling under the moonlight.

“…That crazy bastard!”

Lee Hyun-soo looked at Kang Jin-ho with a grim face.

It wasn’t difficult to predict that the General Assembly would attack the Yeongnam Assembly. And it was obvious to anyone, not just Lee Hyun-soo, that Kang Jin-ho would be at the center of it.

Anyone who could see that much information would easily guess that Kang Jin-ho had almost taken control of the General Assembly, and that his anger was directed towards the Yeongnam Assembly.

Therefore, Lee Hyun-soo thought that Kang Jin-ho would move the General Assembly to attack the Yeongnam Assembly. And that prediction was only half correct.

It was true that Kang Jin-ho had moved the General Assembly.

But all those General Assembly guys were doing was… surrounding the area and stopping those who were trying to escape.

“He’s out of his mind.”

The world changes.

There was a time when an individual’s martial prowess proved the strength of a force. When generals led their forces into battle, the outcome was determined by how strong and wise the general was.

But as the world developed and tactics advanced, the influence that a single general could have on the battlefield greatly diminished, and those who sought to dominate the world chose to increase the power of their forces.

It was no different for martial artists.

Although it is in the nature of martial artists to pursue individual martial arts, there is a limit to what one can do alone.

Just look at the situation in Korea.

Even the Korean martial artists, who have an extremely individualistic tendency compared to neighboring countries, have gathered their strength by forming the Yeongnam Assembly, the General Assembly, and other miscellaneous groups. Because there is nothing they can do alone.

Lee Hyun-soo had never once questioned that fact. He thought that the reason he should fear Kang Jin-ho, no matter how strong he was, was because he had taken control of the General Assembly.

But now…

His thoughts were being shattered.

‘I was wrong.’

Kang Jin-ho hadn’t taken control of the General Assembly.

He was capable of facing the Yeongnam Assembly alone at any time.

The General Assembly was just a sideshow. The Yeongnam Assembly had provoked him, and the General Assembly had become entangled in the process of dealing with it.

Lee Hyun-soo’s body trembled.

Was it from fear? From terror?

No.

The emotion that was making his body tremble was joy.

He was a man who used his mind and manipulated people. Although he was a martial artist, his true identity was that of a strategist.

He manipulates people’s psychology, grasps information, reacts quickly, and strikes at their weaknesses.

Controlling a large organization like the Yeongnam Assembly at will gave him a tremendous pleasure that no drug could replace.

But even in the midst of that, there was something that was not being filled.

He wanted to see it.

The sight of an individual’s martial prowess overwhelming an organization.

Not being swept away by power, not compromising with the world, not bending his thoughts to create a place for himself, but simply twisting the rules of the world by silently making himself stronger.

That raw desire that had been dormant within Lee Hyun-soo was now raising its head.

Watching the power of the Yeongnam Assembly, which he had worked so hard to build, being swept away helplessly in front of Kang Jin-ho… Lee Hyun-soo was feeling not sorrow, but a trembling joy.

‘More! Show me more! More!’

Lee Hyun-soo’s eyes began to follow Kang Jin-ho.

One sword.

Red Dew [a sword name] was shedding red tears, true to its name.

Red Dew, which had been filled with energy and had turned from a pure white blade to a dark red, pierced through the body.

At first, Red Dew cut through the skin and flesh, and then, like a cutting machine, it sliced through the slightly resistant bone and came out the other side of the flank.

The severed flesh fell sideways, and the internal organs spilled out.

What should one call the emotion on the face of the fallen?

It was a very familiar sight to see the dying man looking at him with eyes mixed with shock and fear.

Two swords.

Blue Dew [another sword name] takes over the second sword.

Although they were twin swords, the feeling of Red Dew and Blue Dew was so different that it could be said to be distinct. If Red Dew was a hot sword that stimulated a burning fighting spirit, Blue Dew cooled him down so that his will would not become excessive.

Coldness.

Could those who were being cut by the sword also feel this sense of incongruity that he was feeling while holding the sword?

It was impossible to know.

They had one thing in common.

Whether it was Red Dew or Blue Dew, they brought the same result.

Death.

The only thing that was the same was that they gave the same fair result of death to those who opposed him.

Swish!

People were cut down like they were cutting down scarecrows. At the same time, blood soared into the sky.

He cut down one, then another.

He kicked away the obstructive corpses and then cut down the person in front of him again. Before the soaring blood could fall to the ground, the rain of blood that gushed out from another person’s body soared into the sky again.

Blood Rain.

It was a bizarre sight.

As Kang Jin-ho advanced, it rained.

The red rain constantly soaked Kang Jin-ho’s body and the area around him.

“Uwaaa…”

Those who saw Kang Jin-ho advancing while spraying blood rain began to lose their will to fight.

If there was a demon that had jumped out of hell, it would look exactly like this. Kang Jin-ho, who was completely soaked in dark red blood from head to toe, looked around with his eyes, which were the only things that shone white.

“Huuuuh…”

“Ah…”

The sword hadn’t even touched them.

But there were already those who had fallen to the floor and were wetting themselves.

What would it be like to watch someone who had cut down dozens of people coming right at you?

Those who had vividly witnessed a scene that would make their legs tremble even if they saw it in a movie had forgotten that Kang Jin-ho was their enemy. Those who had been consumed by fear desperately crawled on the floor with their limp legs to get away from Kang Jin-ho.

“Hoo…”

Kang Jin-ho breathed out lowly.

‘It’s not enough.’

This isn’t it. This isn’t enough.

“A little more.”

You were the ones who touched me first.

You should have thought that this day would come when you touched me.

Then you should have set a more definite trap in preparation for my arrival.

Grind.

Kang Jin-ho gritted his teeth.

“Try to entertain me a little more.”

Whoosh!

The sword energy that was emitted from Kang Jin-ho’s sword, which was drawn to the left, covered those who were watching him from a distance.

“Dodge!”

“Uwaaaaaaah!”

Those who had been complacent, thinking that he wouldn’t be able to attack them from there, paid the price.

Soaring necks and screams mixed with cries.

Blood staining the floor red.

It was a familiar sight.

Kang Jin-ho was even feeling a strange nostalgia for that sight.

There was a time when this sight calmed his mind.

A time when only blood and blood, death and death were with him.

A time when everyone in the world was trying to kill him, and he had to fight against everyone in the world.

He thought that he could escape that world and find happiness now.

But now, Kang Jin-ho was realizing it.

He was realizing that he didn’t hate seeing this tiresome sight again, which he had been afraid of, hated, and even felt nauseous about.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he was a murderer.

He was a demon who could only feel his existence by killing and killing again.

– You know it, don’t you?

“Hehehehe.”

Kang Jin-ho turned his head as he heard the voice of the Demonic Heavenly Lord [a powerful entity or figure], who was calling him softly.

Those who met his gleaming gaze had to sense it.

This guy has no intention of stopping.

He will not stop until he kills all of them here.

‘Then?’

What should we do to survive?

The brain, which had been completely soaked in fear, was regaining its composure. The mice, who had realized that this demon would chase them to the end even if they ran away, began to look for ways to bite the cat.

“Th, that way!”

There were also smart ones.

Some people, thinking that it would be wiser to knock down the General Assembly guys guarding the wall and run away rather than face Kang Jin-ho, started running towards the wall.

But that was a miscalculation.

Whoosh!

The now familiar sound of the air being torn apart erupted, and those who were running were cut in half at the waist by the flying sword energy and rolled onto the floor.

“…I told you, didn’t I?”

A demonic voice mixed with laughter echoed under the moonlight.

“There’s only one way to survive.”

The eyes of the martial artists of the Yeongnam Assembly began to fill with murderous intent.

There is no way to escape.

There is only one path to survival.

Then?

The mice, who had made a desperate determination to survive, charged at the cat to bite it.

Then, seeing the mice charging at him, the cat let out a low growl.

“Yeah, thrash around a little more.”

Because that’s how I can enjoy it more.

Kang Jin-ho’s eyes began to fill with joy and madness.