Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 685

The deed was done.

Han Eun-sol thought so. It was something that was bound to happen someday, but it finally burst out today.

Looking back, there was enough justification.

Historically, in relationships, things often happen when people are away from home. The ancestors of the Korean peninsula didn’t hesitate to rush to islands cut off from the mainland with women they liked, and going on a trip together was considered tacit consent, wasn’t it?

Although it wasn’t a trip they took together, coming all the way to this distant foreign land to meet someone was nothing less than an act of proving that they had feelings for each other.

If it had been any other couple besides Choi Yeon-ha and Kang Jin-ho in this situation, it wouldn’t have dragged on this long. The rice would have already been cooked and turned into a meal [a Korean idiom meaning the relationship would have progressed to a more intimate stage].

But these two were legendary relationship novices, the likes of which couldn’t be found even if you searched all of South Korea, and they barely took a step forward only after the people around them were about to die of frustration.

If you only think about that, it’s a truly historic and fortunate event.

However, there was one thing…

There was a very minor problem.

Han Eun-sol wanted to praise Choi Yeon-ha. As Han Eun-sol instructed, she had firmly planted a solid fastball right into Kang Jin-ho’s gut. Perhaps by now, Kang Jin-ho was in a panic, unable to handle the weight of that fastball.

To catch a batter, sometimes you need a curveball, sometimes you need to throw a ball, but sometimes you need a fastball like this, right down the middle.

The pitcher, Choi Yeon-ha, perfectly executed the instructions of the coach, Han Eun-sol.

Although there were some shortcomings, Han Eun-sol was certain that this was the best Choi Yeon-ha could do right now.

However, Choi Yeon-ha didn’t seem to think so.

“Aaaaaah! I’m so embarrassed!”

Choi Yeon-ha, who had thrown the best ball that exceeded her own capabilities and had her shoulder wrecked, was roaring.

“Eun-sol! Eun-sol!”

“…Sis, please don’t look for me like you’re looking for Doraemon [a popular Japanese cartoon character known for his magical pocket].”

“Why did I say it like that?”

“I should have been more elegant! More dignified! More impressive! I could have done better! If I had known this would happen, I should have used a scene from that drama I filmed before! It would have been so impressive then.”

“Sis, that’s a drama.”

Reality and drama are different. If you bring a scene that looks cool in a drama into reality, both the person who says it and the person who hears it would get goosebumps and risk changing species [a humorous exaggeration implying extreme awkwardness].

“Still, it would have been cooler! Aaaah!”

‘This woman is hopeless. If I don’t do something quickly…’

It seemed that Han Eun-sol had given Choi Yeon-ha a role she couldn’t handle. She was overloaded.

“Sis, calm down. It’s not like Kang Jin-ho said he didn’t like it.”

“Dislike?”

It was a mistake.

Han Eun-sol realized what she had done. She had hammered a nail into Choi Yeon-ha’s mentality, which was barely holding on by a thin membrane.

“Oh, right? What if he says he doesn’t like it? I didn’t even think about that?”

“Sis, that’s not going to…”

“Hey! What if he says he doesn’t like it? I won’t be able to face him anymore! It’s all your fault!”

Wow, it curved back like this?

It wasn’t even a free kick by Carlos [referring to Roberto Carlos, a famous soccer player known for his powerful curved shots], how could it curve back at such an artistic angle?

“No, why is it my fault?”

“You told me to do it! If you hadn’t poked me in the side, this wouldn’t have happened!”

“Wow, this sis is really scary. If you’re like this even when I give you advice, what can I even say?”

“W-what do I do now?”

Seeing Choi Yeon-ha, who had gone beyond anger and frustration to despair, Han Eun-sol shook her head.

“Sis.”

“Huh?”

“Calm down and do what you need to do.”

“Do your best and leave the rest to fate. Sis, you did your best. Now, just pass the turn to the heavens… no, to Kang Jin-ho, and relax.”

“Still…”

“Don’t worry. I guarantee…”

Han Eun-sol grinned.

“He’s probably more mentally broken than you are. This is a long game for us.”

Choi Yeon-ha’s eyes widened at Han Eun-sol’s bold statement.

“But what’s the point of winning that?”

“Are you stupid?”

Han Eun-sol realized something new.

You should never give advice carelessly.

Damn it.

Jang Da-jing was also experiencing a minor problem.

Misunderstandings are forbidden.

Unlike Han Eun-sol, Jang Da-jing had no interest in Kang Jin-ho’s love life. Unlike Bator, who was involved in the very important matter of who would become the mistress, Choi Yeon-ha’s matter was a distant future problem that had nothing to do with Jang Da-jing, who had no intention of serving Kang Jin-ho to the end.

Whether Kang Jin-ho was out of it or Bator was chuckling at it, it had nothing to do with Jang Da-jing.

The problem arose elsewhere.

“Um…”

After much deliberation, Jang Da-jing spoke.

“Are you going to keep taking those guys with you?”

“That’s a problem.”

The only one who reacted to her courageous words was Bator.

Well, she didn’t expect anything. Kang Jin-ho seemed to have left his soul somewhere else from the start.

In Jang Da-jing’s opinion, talking to Kang Jin-ho right now was like talking to a wall, but Bator, whether out of loyalty or because he thought Kang Jin-ho was still capable of having a normal conversation, didn’t hesitate to ask him.

“How long are you going to keep those guys with you, Master?”

“Those guys?”

“The guys in the car. Those Chinese guys.”

“Chinese guys?”

“Dabao and Guo Liqin, was it? Is there really a need to drag those guys around like this?”

“Dabao and Guo Liqin…”

“Yeah. I think it would be better to get rid of them around here?”

“Get rid of them…”

Jang Da-jing stared blankly at the sky.

‘What kind of conversation is this?’

Is that a recording device? Is it some new app that records what you say and plays it back?

It was a problem that Kang Jin-ho was giving soulless answers no matter what was said, but Bator was also amazing for not giving up and persistently asking. He deserved a statue as a symbol of loyalty.

Even if he was brainwashed, a person’s basic personality wouldn’t change, would it?

It also didn’t make sense that he hadn’t met someone worthy of serving as a master before. Bator had already faced the Red King and lost in a match against him. No matter how strong Kang Jin-ho was, he couldn’t be compared to the Red King.

The Red King is strong.

Only the three kings who rule China would know how strong they are. The intangible value of strength can only be measured if there is a standard.

But the strength of the three kings cannot be measured by anyone other than the three kings themselves. There isn’t even a standard to measure their strength. There are many martial artists in China, but the three kings were strongmen on a different level from the others.

Kang Jin-ho is strong.

Jang Da-jing also acknowledged that fact. Kang Jin-ho was the strongest person she had ever seen. And according to Bator, Kang Jin-ho was growing exponentially stronger even at this moment.

But he could never reach the Red King, absolutely never.

The Red King is not human. He is a god in human form. The Chinese martial artists are people who are so individualistic that they are armed with the mindset that if you are a superior, you should stab them in the back.

Even those people, after having an audience with the Red King even once, would show the utmost loyalty. How could they not be loyal when they had seen the pinnacle of martial arts that they could never reach?

And Kang Jin-ho is going to face such a Red King?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

At least twenty years must pass…

‘Huh?’

Jang Da-jing’s face hardened.

‘Did I just think that this guy could face the Red King in about twenty years? What an idiot?’

Looking at Kang Jin-ho, who was staring blankly outside with his mouth slightly open, Jang Da-jing wanted to slap herself in the head for thinking that.

‘Not in twenty years, but even in two hundred years, it’s impossible.’

Kang Jin-ho could never face the Red King. Absolutely never. And even if he could, it wouldn’t be here and now.

“If you don’t want to think about it, let’s just eat.”

“Shall we?”

As the two of them calmly picked up their chopsticks, Jang Da-jing thumped her chest.

‘Seriously, what’s with this calmness!’

When you think about it, it’s not like the Red King’s faction might come looking for them at any moment. They were hiding their identities and moving carefully, but this was China. The Red King’s territory.

Especially Jiangnan, wasn’t it the Red King’s land?

If the Red King’s faction found out that they had crossed over to China, they would be as good as dead. And yet, they were calmly eating their meal.

‘I don’t know if I should say they’re amazing or just oblivious…’

Of course, it was Jang Da-jing who found this restaurant. It was Bator who said he was hungry and told her to find a restaurant while they were moving. Since Jang Da-jing was the one who faithfully carried out that order, there was no room for excuses.

But was it such a big request to ask them to eat with a sense of tension that this was the Red King’s territory?

“Aren’t you eating?”

“…I’m eating.”

Jang Da-jing also picked up her chopsticks weakly.

‘Let’s eat. We need to eat to survive.’

It seemed that Kang Jin-ho hadn’t decided where he was going yet, but it was the same no matter where he went. They had decided to leave Sichuan for now. If they were to head north, it would take a full day even if they drove non-stop.

Fortunately, Jang Da-jing was a martial artist, so she could minimize her rest time, which was why it would only take a day. If an ordinary person were to drive from Chengdu to Beijing, they would have to drive for a full twenty hours.

So, they had to eat well in advance.

“By the way, is it okay to leave that guy Liu Wei as he is?”

“It doesn’t matter. He won’t be able to escape.”

Bator gave a strange smile.

“Master seems to know a lot of strange things. Considering Master’s personality, it seems like he would be far from such a tactician.”

“It was necessary.”

“That’s true.”

Bator, who was talking, put his chopsticks on the table.

“I’ve lost my appetite.”

Kang Jin-ho also put his chopsticks on the table.

‘Huh?’

Jang Da-jing, who was mindlessly gobbling down food, raised her head.

“Huh?”

Come to think of it, they were the only ones left in the restaurant. The waiter who had taken their order a little while ago, and the people who were eating in the corner, all seemed to have left the restaurant.

Why?

“Hmm.”

Bator tilted his head left and right.

“I thought they would come, but they came faster than I thought. I didn’t think they would come before we left Sichuan.”

“They said they were gathering this way.”

“So, they knew we had those guys and waited for us to come out here? The Chinese guys have become quite meticulous compared to before? When I was active, I didn’t care about such things.”

Kang Jin-ho got up from his seat.

Then, he smiled and looked around.

“Thanks to their consideration, we can move around comfortably.”

“I agree.”

The moment Jang Da-jing, who didn’t know what was going on, was about to open her mouth, the restaurant door opened, and people who were obviously martial artists rushed into the restaurant with weapons in both hands.

Jang Da-jing chuckled lightly and got up from her seat.

Like a puppy that doesn’t know the fear of a tiger.

Unless the Red King came himself or the Red King’s direct subordinates moved, these third-rate martial artists, whether they came in thousands or tens of thousands, could not handle them. At this moment, their majesty…

“Jang Da-jing.”

“…Yes?”

“Get under the table. You’ll get hurt.”

“…”

Jang Da-jing quietly went under the table and covered her head.

For some reason, Jang Da-jing felt a little sad.