Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 694

Gathering (5)

The dragons descend.

White and yellow dragons, their long bodies twisting, descended lower and lower, as if to purify everything in the world.

The dragons, crashing to the ground, swept away everything in their path. Of course, the dragons themselves were not unscathed.

Kwaaaang!

Kwaaang!

Loud crashes echoed one after another.

“Aaaaaaaah!”

Jang Da-jing’s scream and the sounds of cars colliding created a symphony of chaos.

Unfortunately, Jang Da-jing was in no position to appreciate this grand orchestra he had helped create.

Like ice in a shaker being shaken by a skilled bartender, or laundry being tossed around in a rapidly spinning washing machine, Jang Da-jing’s body was violently tossed about.

If he hadn’t been wearing a seatbelt, he would have been exploring the interior of his car with his entire body by now.

If he survived this day, Jang Da-jing was willing to become a safety ambassador, preaching the greatness of seatbelts. But….

“Aaaah! You bastards! You crazy bastards! Aaaaaaaah!”

Right now, surviving was more urgent than anything else.

Thud! Thud thud!

The cars kept ramming into their van. Like wolves swarming their prey, they charged without looking back.

‘Gasp!’

Jang Da-jing’s eyes widened.

The car body was crumpling. The front of the van had long lost its shape. The problem was that the front was gradually retreating, squeezing the driver’s seat.

If they got hit a few more times like this, his thighs would be trapped, leaving him helpless.

“Aaaah!”

Jang Da-jing screamed and quickly unbuckled his seatbelt. Then, he threw himself into the back seat, where there was still relatively more space. Ju Gang, noticing Jang Da-jing’s actions, quickly followed him into the back seat.

But that was a mistake.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

He didn’t know what had hit them. But what was certain was that it wasn’t a normal car.

Why?

Because if a normal car had hit them, this big van wouldn’t be rolling around like this.

“Aaaah! Aaaah! Damn it!”

Jang Da-jing screamed, feeling how hard the seats and ceiling were with his head, back, and thighs. He screamed so much that his throat filled with blood in an instant.

‘These ignorant bastards.’

At least if they were going to call themselves martial artists, they should fight with martial arts, not this.

“Aaaah!”

From behind… no, from somewhere he couldn’t tell if it was behind, in front, or above, he heard Ju Gang’s scream. No matter how skilled a martial artist was, they needed their feet on the ground to use their martial arts. What good was martial arts inside a van that was rolling around like this?

“Grab something! Grab anything!”

Jang Da-jing reached out and grabbed the seat.

‘Damn it, who made this car?’

With the belief that the seat wouldn’t be ripped out, Jang Da-jing desperately clung to it. The dizziness was so extreme that he felt like something was about to surge up from inside.

Screech, screech, screech.

The van, which had been spinning wildly, finally stopped and shook. Feeling the van groaning, Jang Da-jing slowly opened his eyes.

‘Is it over?’

It felt like he had fallen into hell and barely crawled back out. If this madness had continued for just one more minute, he would have been a goner, but if it ended here, he could recover….

“Ah, no….”

But the world wasn’t that easy.

Ju Gang, who had noticed something before Jang Da-jing, let out a hollow groan.

Jang Da-jing also felt that something was wrong and quickly turned his head. The car windows were all shattered, so the visibility should have been good, but because they were so crumpled, he couldn’t see the outside situation well.

All he could see through the crumpled front window was something that looked very familiar….

So….

‘Where have I seen that before?’

It looked like something from a movie?

The colors were a bit different, but the shape was like….

“Oh, for crying out loud….”

A curse escaped his lips.

The complete form came into view.

A huge truck was rushing towards the van they were in, no, the scrap metal that could no longer be called a van, at a terrifying speed!

Jang Da-jing cursed as he saw the truck, spewing black smoke from its front exhaust, charging towards them.

“Why are you causing trouble here! Go protect the Earth! Aaaaaaaah!”

The trailer, which looked like it was about to transform into a robot, was spewing smoke like fire as it charged towards them.

They were going to die.

If they were hit by that, no one made of flesh and bone could survive. He was certain of it.

“We, we have to get out!”

Of course, they should jump out of the window, but the van was so crumpled that there was no window big enough for a person to get through.

They were all so crumpled that only a cat could barely pass through. Then….

“Aaaah!”

Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaang!

Ju Gang, who had grasped the situation a little faster, pounded on the roof of the car with his fist. He was trying to escape by breaking through the roof. It would be crazy for ordinary people, but Ju Gang was still a martial artist. Even if he was a low-level demon, he could do this much!

Crack!

With a strange noise, Ju Gang’s hand pierced through the roof. Pulling his hand back, Ju Gang shoved both hands into the hole and used all his strength to pry open the roof.

Creak, creak creak.

With the sound of metal twisting, the hole in the roof gradually widened. If they could just do this, they could secure a hole for them to escape through.

Of course, if they had a little more time.

“Hurry, hurry!”

“Don’t talk to me, you bastard!”

“Aaaah! Damn it, it’s here!”

“Huh?”

Ju Gang turned his head.

Flashing headlights, and a silver-white grill that looked like the teeth of a demon.

The charging truck was right in front of them.

“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”

“We’re going to die! We’re going to die! Aaaah!”

Ju Gang and Jang Da-jing, realizing it was too late, screamed at the top of their lungs.

And then.

“Shut up, you idiots!”

A huge back blocked their view outside the crumpled car window.

Then, a single blow!

A single straight punch, thrown after arching his back.

That was enough.

Kwaaaaaaaaaang!

The moment Bator’s fist collided with it, the truck was sent flying into the air like a toy.

“Hmph!”

Bator snorted.

“Crude. What do you think you can do with an attack like that?”

After sending the truck flying with one blow, Bator stood with his back straight, looking like a hero from mythology.

If a poet had seen this scene, they would have written a poem praising Bator’s heroic appearance, and if a singer had seen this scene, they would have spread his valor in song.

But unfortunately, the only person who witnessed Bator’s feat was Jang Da-jing.

“Uheoaeeok! Heok! Bator-nim!

Bator-niiiiim! Baaator….”

“Ugh.”

Bator covered his face with his hands that were as big as pot lids.

“Please get me out! Bator-nim! Please get me out of here!”

Bator sighed deeply at Jang Da-jing’s tearful cry.

‘He’s still a martial artist.’

It wasn’t right for him to be crying and sniffling just because he had a car accident. He had his pride as a martial artist.

“I almost died! Really!”

“I get it, so stop making such a fuss.”

If anyone other than Jang Da-jing had shown such a sight in front of him, Bator would not have treated them like a human being. Only a warrior who was dignified even in the face of death could stand before Bator and earn his recognition.

But….

‘I just can’t figure this guy out.’

A charging truck couldn’t be more frightening than Kang Jin-ho. But why did he risk his life to fight Kang Jin-ho when he was trying to kill Bator, but then cry over a truck charging at him?

Bator couldn’t understand it at all.

“Sniff, sniff.”

“……Don’t sniff.”

Jang Da-jing, who had crawled out through the torn car body, sat down on the ground.

“I, I really thought I was going to die.”

“Tsk.”

Bator turned his head.

Perhaps thinking that further attacks were meaningless, or perhaps this was the plan from the beginning, the river of flashing headlights stopped charging and stood still.

“Hmm.”

Bator twisted his neck from side to side.

Crack, crack.

Every time his huge head moved, it sounded like bones were breaking.

“That was a fun declaration of war, for a change.”

“W-where’s Kang Jin-ho?”

“He’s over there. You didn’t expect such an absurd ending where the owner dies in a traffic accident, did you?”

At Bator’s words, Jang Da-jing raised his head.

Kang Jin-ho was standing still as if nothing had happened, staring at the headlights that filled the entire front.

Looking at his calm appearance, he felt a little ashamed of himself for making such a fuss.

‘No, that guy wouldn’t die no matter what the situation.’

The level of threat was different.

Kang Jin-ho was the type of person who would be unfazed even if a fleet of bombers filled the sky, not just a car rushing at him.

From the start, it was strange that those guys thought of driving a bunch of cars to ram into them.

“They say the Chinese are ignorant!”

“……You’re Chinese too, you crazy bastard.”

“Ah, that’s right.”

Jang Da-jing scratched his head. He had been moving around with only Koreans lately, so he had forgotten for a moment.

“But something’s strange.”

“Hmm?”

At Ju Gang’s words, Bator turned his head. Ju Gang, who had been holding his breath, opened his mouth.

“This isn’t the way of the Chinese martial arts world. We don’t use such ignorant methods.”

“Even though a demon’s lackey wouldn’t know much, that’s true.”

When even Jang Da-jing agreed, Bator looked at the lead vehicle with eyes that held a question. Someone was getting out of the front car.

The man who got out of the black sedan slowly walked forward and took out a cigarette.

Click.

“Hoo…”

White smoke spread through the cold night air. The man took a few more puffs of his cigarette, then threw the cigarette and lighter in his hand to Kang Jin-ho on the other side.

“Have one.”

‘A Japanese person?’

Jang Da-jing’s eyes lit up.

Japanese came out. It was so quick that he didn’t understand what it meant, but it was definitely Japanese.

‘Japanese guys?’

Why were Japanese people here?

No, they could be here. They could be here, but….

‘These crazy bastards, don’t they realize they’re in another country?’

Even if China and Japan were wary of each other, that was when they were in other countries. If a neighbor who had been ignoring you like a dog was now in your yard, peeing, who would just stand by and watch?

Click.

At that moment, Kang Jin-ho took the cigarette he had received and lit it.

White smoke flowed from Kang Jin-ho’s mouth. The smoke scattered instantly in the wind.

“I received your greeting well.”

Kang Jin-ho threw the lighter back.

Then, he slowly took a puff of his cigarette.

Compared to the dazzling headlights, it was insignificant, but the red glow of the cigarette strangely stuck in his vision.

“So… how do you want to die?”

It was a low, very low declaration.