Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 882

“That’s a nasty habit.”

Bator chuckled, watching Kang Jin-ho’s back.

That strange habit of his never seems to change.

A martial artist of Kang Jin-ho’s caliber doesn’t need to take the splatter of blood on his body.

Even without dodging, he could easily deflect it with a burst of energy.

But Kang Jin-ho never did that.

It was as if he did it on purpose, soaking himself in the blood that sprayed towards him.

‘That’s why he’s a demon…’ Bator didn’t know why Kang Jin-ho did that.

Perhaps, even though he had reached the pinnacle of demonic arts and escaped the violence of demonic power, the instinct to crave blood had not disappeared.

Or perhaps, he deliberately made himself look like that to instill fear in his enemies.

Bator didn’t know about the former, but if Kang Jin-ho intended the latter, then his intention was spot on.

“Hwaaaaaaaak!”

“U-uh… Ugh…”

They retreated.

The elite forces that Japan had carefully selected to invade Korea were all retreating with faces as if they had seen a ghost.

‘What a sight.’

There were at least a few hundred people on this deck.

Even excluding those who couldn’t come up because the deck was too narrow, there were more than a few hundred people here. And those few hundred were now retreating.

All because of one man.

Bator grinned at the sight.

‘He sure knows how to provoke people.’

It wasn’t just the Japanese who were affected by the scene. Just as the Japanese were losing their minds in terror at Kang Jin-ho’s divine might, Bator was also being stimulated.

How could he not be?

The sight Kang Jin-ho was showing was something that anyone who had learned martial arts would dream of at least once. An absolute martial artist with overwhelming divine might overcoming the difference in numbers and pushing back a large army.

It would be a lie if anyone who had learned martial arts had never imagined such a scene.

Everyone would have thought about it at least once.

How could he not be excited when he was seeing the scene that had only existed in his imagination right before his eyes?

‘Anyway.’

He’s a monster.

Bator was also an absolute martial artist. Even if you searched the whole world, you wouldn’t easily find a martial artist like Bator. But what Kang Jin-ho was showing now was not something that could be imitated just by being strong.

Daring.

Cruel.

And ruthless.

All of those things had to be present.

The ideal that all martial artists dreamed of. It was right before Bator’s eyes.

“Whew.”

Bator turned his head at the low voice coming from beside him. Wiggins was shaking his head.

“He’s terrifying.”

“…Indeed.”

“I can’t seem to get used to this. The Lord in his usual state and the Lord in battle are so different.”

‘You fool.’

Bator curled his lips.

Kang Jin-ho in his usual state?

There’s no such thing.

The Kang Jin-ho who is being nagged at by them and the Kang Jin-ho now are not different at all. The reason why the Kang Jin-ho they usually see seems easygoing is because Kang Jin-ho is desperately suppressing the ferocity that is filling his insides.

It’s not like he flips a switch and changes his personality when it’s time to fight.

The usual Kang Jin-ho only shows the appearance that he thinks is the most correct for life and development, and when he enters battle, he only shows the appearance that can be the most efficient.

All of that is Kang Jin-ho.

Bator, who first encountered Kang Jin-ho through battle, knew this fact. Kang Jin-ho’s ferocity and cruelty were rather closer to his true nature.

To him, the usual, somewhat clueless Kang Jin-ho was several times more awkward. But Wiggins, who had encountered Kang Jin-ho without battle, seemed to think that Kang Jin-ho when he wasn’t fighting was the more natural Kang Jin-ho.

What a joke.

Wiggins doesn’t know.

What a demon is, what the Red Celestial Demon Lord was.

Heaven Begins, Red Ends.

Demonic arts began with the Heavenly Demon and ended with the Red Demon. A demon who has reached the pinnacle of demonic arts is in itself a symbol of destruction.

If the Red Demon was just strong, these words wouldn’t have been created. All the masters who ruled the martial world at the time wouldn’t have thrown their lives away to kill Kang Jin-ho.

The appearance they are seeing now is Kang Jin-ho’s true form.

So, are they afraid?

Not at all!

“My blood is boiling.”

The sound of bones echoed throughout Bator’s body. Watching Kang Jin-ho rampage, he felt the urge to move his body as soon as possible.

He also had to prove it.

That he was qualified to stand beside Kang Jin-ho, that he was qualified to serve that monstrous and incomparably great martial artist as his master.

It was an infinitely cruel thing for those who were the object of that proof.

“I’m going to lose everything at this rate. I’m going.”

“I can’t just sit around either. If I don’t earn my keep, a foreign worker like me will be kicked out.”

“Hmph!”

Bator swelled the muscles of his entire body.

“Huuu…”

Something hot surged from his stomach.

‘It’ll be alright.’

It was something he should restrain himself from doing in other places. His demonic arts were not yet perfect. He still couldn’t control the murderous intent and violence that surged along with his demonic power when he raised it above a certain level.

But it was okay here.

Because there were no allies he had to protect here. Everyone here was an enemy to be killed, and they were comrades who could protect themselves even from the irrational Bator.

There couldn’t be a better testing ground than this.

Bator’s entire body was dyed with black demonic energy. At the same time, his steel-like body began to turn bright red.

“Oh, my.”

Wiggins quickly moved away from Bator.

“What is this?”

No, he was about to move away but then jumped forward again and pulled Bang Jin-hoon.

“Let’s retreat. Now.”

“Ah!”

Bang Jin-hoon was a bit slow on the uptake, but he wasn’t stupid. He quickly understood what Wiggins was saying and retreated with Wiggins.

“Aaaaaaaaaaa!”

A red giant covered in demonic energy charged forward.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

With each step, the steel deck was caving in.

It was a chilling sight even from the back. Then, how would those who were facing the charging giant feel?

“H-hic!”

“What is that! What is it!”

The ship was instantly filled with despair.

Bator roared. That thunderous roar was beyond the realm of humans and had entered the realm of beasts. The roar, like a monster’s cry, was enough to tear the enemy’s morale to shreds.

Of course, it wasn’t just morale that was torn to shreds.

Kwaaaang!

A human fist hit a human body, and an unexpected explosion erupted.

At the same time, fireworks also went off.

The power in Bator’s fist was too strong for a fragile human body to handle. The end of those who received what they couldn’t handle with their bodies was too miserable.

The body exploded like fireworks.

Splinters of bone that had pierced through flesh and bounced off covered the back like shrapnel.

“Aaaagh!”

“Agh!”

Those who were suddenly shocked by something piercing their bodies screamed and collapsed on the spot. And they didn’t know what was happening until the moment they fell.

Perhaps that was for the best.

It wouldn’t be good to know that what pierced their bodies were bone fragments that had broken off and bounced off a comrade’s body.

Crack!

Everything that was caught in his hands was torn apart. Everything that was hit by his fist exploded.

It was like a red vortex.

Everything that entered Bator’s domain was torn and exploded without maintaining its shape. A shower of blood soared to the sky.

“…Isn’t this a bit too gory?”

Bang Jin-hoon frowned as if he felt sick just looking at it. He had experienced all sorts of battles, including aerial battles, but he couldn’t calmly accept the sight he was seeing now.

“It’s like two wild beasts are rampaging.”

“I don’t understand such difficult English.”

“…My apologies.”

Wiggins gave up on talking to Bang Jin-hoon. Then, he pulled out a sword from his subspace.

“Join in?”

“If I’m just playing around in the back, the Lord will nag me later. My motto is that I have to earn my keep.”

“…There?”

Bang Jin-hoon pointed ahead with a slightly disgusted face.

It was chaos.

Kang Jin-ho opened the gates, and Bator put the finishing touches. As soon as two monsters that no one could even think of fighting began to rampage, the Japanese warriors were terrified and trying to run away.

But where could they run to on this narrow ship?

Those at the front of the line were struggling to retreat, and those who were crushed by the pressure were kicking forward and screaming.

They were tangled up.

They were screaming.

It had been less than a minute since Kang Jin-ho had swung his sword, but the ship had turned into a scene of utter chaos.

And he was going to join in there?

‘He’s a monster too.’

Wiggins, who was grinning and watching the scene, didn’t seem normal either.

What kind of guts did he have to come here with them?

Compared to these crazy people, Bang Jin-hoon was still normal. No, rather than normal, he was an ordinary martial artist. He didn’t have the mental strength to participate in this madness.

But Bang Jin-hoon gritted his teeth.

He couldn’t retreat here. He was the representative of the General Assembly. To leave the front lines to Kang Jin-ho, who had inherited Chinese demonic arts, Bator, a Mongolian, and Wiggins, a British man, and just watch?

That meant that Koreans would be completely pushed out of the center of the General Assembly. That was something he could never accept. Especially not him…

“I can’t be left out when we’re fighting those Jap bastards!”

He could let others do it, but he couldn’t let a Korean be left out when fighting Japan. To entrust their safety to foreign warriors and watch with their hands behind their backs?

That was an unbearable humiliation.

“I’m going too!”

Bang Jin-hoon charged forward.

“Oh, uh…”

Wiggins reached out his hand, watching the scene.

‘It’s going to be dangerous?’

Bang Jin-hoon wasn’t skilled enough to maintain his sanity in that madness yet. It could be dangerous. But Wiggins knew Bang Jin-hoon’s feelings, so he didn’t try to stop him.

And he wouldn’t listen even if he tried to stop him.

Look.

Where else could there be something that would excite a martial artist more than the scene unfolding before his eyes? Anyone who knew even a little about martial arts wouldn’t be able to resist joining that hell.

‘Should I go too?’

Wiggins licked his lips, sticking out his tongue.

The newly installed prosthetic arm was making a creaking sound. Today was the day to test this prosthetic arm.

Wiggins let go of his reason for the first time in a long time. Then, he joined the storm of madness that Kang Jin-ho had created. Wiggins, with his eyes gleaming, ran forward.

Kwaaaaaang!

Explosions, screams, and the sound of flesh being cut.

A feast of death was taking place on the vast ocean, with no one to watch.