Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 2073

A foot slams down, shattering the floor.

Kiiiiiiing!

A hand, slashing through the air, tears at the very fabric of space, crushing it.

Just one step.

That single stride is enough to understand. This isn’t the pinnacle of martial arts they had hoped for.

This is just violence.

A feast of violence that tramples, violates, and destroys the world.

So blatant it’s unbearable.

A jarring sense of dissonance washes over everyone present.

Here, in this very place, all who survived have witnessed everything martial arts could achieve. That dreamlike state, so distant, so sublime, so radiant.

But at this moment, all of that is being trampled.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The demonic energy unleashed from a fingertip crushes the reinforced concrete wall like tofu.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

Shards of demonic energy ricochet, shattering the ceiling and sending down a rain of debris.

It’s a beastly fight.

Wounded beasts, baring their claws and teeth, tearing at each other, desperate to prove their dominance.

‘This is…’

Lee Hyun-soo’s eyes are bloodshot.

This terrifying demonic energy pierces even Bator and Jang Min’s auras, twisting his body. But the bloodshot eyes aren’t just from the pain.

It’s as if they’re saying.

As if everything they’ve seen was a lie. That martial arts is ultimately just a way to destroy and kill.

From the past until now.

Only two, those towering demonic figures, stand where no one else has ever reached, their voices filled with a burning passion.

Kaaaaaaak!

A blade of black demonic energy, grown from the Black King’s fingertip, flies fiercely towards Kang Jin-ho’s body.

Kwaaaang!

Kang Jin-ho’s fist, shrouded in demonic energy, slams head-on into the incoming blade. The moment demonic energies collide, a terrifying explosion erupts, shaking the entire underground space.

Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaaaang!

Before the first explosion can even spread, the second swallows it whole. And before that second explosion can even scream, another series of explosions erupts.

Successive collisions.

In a mere blink of an eye, a fraction of a second, dozens of attacks are exchanged.

‘This is…’

Bator’s spine tingles with dread.

‘This is a fight between demons.’

It’s like demons clashing with demons. Two indistinguishable devils. Demonic beings, cloaked in tar-black demonic energy, their eyes blazing with a bloody light, tearing at each other with all their might.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

Kwaaaaaaaang!

A massive chunk of concrete falls, only to be crushed by the demonic energy emanating from the two fighters. The resonating demonic energies of the two create a space between them that allows no other presence.

And at that moment.

Both men simultaneously throw punches at each other.

The moment those fists collide in mid-air, the resulting shockwave devastates the deep underground chamber.

Kuuuuuuuuuung!

Bator is thrown back, like a leaf caught in a storm.

“Ugh!”

He digs his feet into the ground, but even the reinforced concrete is like soft mud against this impact.

“Aaaaaaaah!”

Bator unleashes his inner energy with all his might. If he’s swept away now, everyone behind him will be crushed. Blood gushes from his mouth, but Bator manages to withstand the impact before reaching the end of the wall.

“Cough!”

Red blood pours from Bator’s mouth. But his eyes are filled with a strange joy.

The same was true on the other side.

The Twelve Vipers, desperate to get a closer look at the fight, were pushed back against the wall, staggering.

A twisted smile creeps onto Bator’s face.

“Those crazy bastards…”

His bloodshot eyes clearly see the two men, like beasts, charging at each other.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

A massive wave of demonic energy pours down from above.

If it were Wiggins, he would have teleported away from the attack. If it were Bang Jin-hoon, he would have tried to deflect it. If it were Bator, he would have tried to take it head-on, trusting his body. If it were Jang Min, he would have tried to cut the enemy’s throat before the attack landed.

But Kang Jin-ho is different.

Kang Jin-ho’s fist, wrapped in black demonic energy, meets the falling demonic energy head-on.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The explosion of demonic energy crashes into his body. The impact of the colliding demonic energies threatens to tear his flesh and crush his bones.

But he doesn’t back down.

This is his only way.

If the opponent presses down with great force, he meets it with even greater force. He digs his feet into the ground and breaks the opponent before his own body breaks.

That’s how Kang Jin-ho has always fought.

And the Black King is no different.

The moment Kang Jin-ho’s fist flies towards the Black King’s jaw, the Black King’s fist flies towards Kang Jin-ho’s jaw.

Both men see the fist flying towards their jaw.

Yet neither the Black King nor Kang Jin-ho flinches.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The two fists slam into each other’s faces. Their bodies are too light to withstand the terrifying impact.

They are sent flying back like missiles. No, the moment the fists connect, their bodies are already piercing through the walls, embedding themselves deeper and deeper.

Krrrrrrrrrr!

A massive tremor shakes the entire underground space. If this wasn’t a structure designed to withstand bunker busters, it would have collapsed already.

Kwaang!

And then, explosions erupt simultaneously from everywhere.

Deep tunnels created by their bodies. From the depths of that darkness, demonic figures, shrouded in a darkness darker than the shadows, emerge as if by agreement.

Kwaang!

Two beasts unleash their twisted rage upon each other.

An all-out offensive that disregards defense.

Attacks that are nothing more than blows and destruction, an insult to the very concept of martial arts. The most primal and blatant attacks explode towards each other.

Kwaang!

Kang Jin-ho’s fist slams into the Black King’s ribs.

Kwaang!

The Black King’s fist slams into Kang Jin-ho’s temple, threatening to crush it.

In the brief moments of clarity, the two men lock eyes, forgetting everything else and throwing punches.

Dozens of blows are exchanged in an instant, and punches that could shatter mountains slam into fragile human bodies. The blood that gushes from their mouths evaporates in the swirling demonic energy before it can even hit the ground.

In that brutal battle, the two men’s eyes become even more bloodshot.

“Master!”

The Black King, having knocked Kang Jin-ho away, flies at him, trying to pin him down. But at that moment, Kang Jin-ho spins, kicks off the ground, and slams his fist into the Black King’s jaw.

Kwaaaang!

With a terrifying roar, the Black King’s body shoots up like a missile, embedding itself in the ceiling.

The entire ceiling shakes as if it’s about to collapse, and the entire ceiling, unable to withstand the impact, cracks like broken glass, sending down a rain of concrete.

“Hah!”

The Black King steps on the ceiling as if it were the floor and descends. He plunges down like a black meteor, pinning Kang Jin-ho to the ground.

Kuuuuuuuuuung!

An explosion erupts as if a meteorite has fallen. In the middle of a massive crater that twists the entire space, the Black King, gripping Kang Jin-ho’s neck, presses down with all his might.

Bang!

The Black King’s fist slams into Kang Jin-ho’s face.

Kwaang!

Again!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Black King, gripping Kang Jin-ho’s neck with one hand, repeatedly slams his other fist into Kang Jin-ho’s face.

“Hah! Is this all you…”

At that moment, Kang Jin-ho’s foot digs into his chest.

“Kuh!”

The Black King’s face contorts, but he doesn’t care, and slams his fist into Kang Jin-ho’s face again.

But at the same time, Kang Jin-ho’s foot bends back, and with incredible speed, kicks the Black King away.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaang!

The Black King flies away like a black streak, piercing through one of the walls.

Kagagagagagak!

With a sound like a giant drill grinding into the floor, his body creates a massive hole in the wall. Leaving a clear vortex pattern on the surface.

Kang Jin-ho grips the floor and pulls himself up. He stands like a ghost, cracking his neck from side to side.

Crack. Crack.

They are just simple bone sounds, but they send shivers down the spines of everyone who hears them.

“Tuh!”

Kang Jin-ho spits out the blood that has pooled in his mouth and stares at the wall where the Black King has disappeared, his eyes blazing with a bloody light.

And as if in response to his expectation, a small sound begins to be heard from beyond the wall, gradually growing louder.

Step. Step. Step.

The Black King, as if he has all the time in the world, leisurely walks out of the hole, brushing off the demonic energy as he looks at Kang Jin-ho.

A face without a single flaw.

With that pale face, the Black King looks directly at Kang Jin-ho and says in a languid voice.

“I don’t understand.”

Kang Jin-ho and the Black King stand apart, facing each other.

“Is it that you… have become too weak compared to the past?”

“Or…”

The Black King’s lips curl into a sinister smile.

“Is it that I have become too strong?”

Kang Jin-ho smiles, a chillingly white smile.

“Do you want a compliment?”

“If you’re done talking, come at me again. You’ve said enough.”

“Heh heh heh heh.”

The Black King laughs heartily.

He feels a sense of déjà vu, as if he’s heard those words before.

No, perhaps it’s not déjà vu. He has been waiting for this moment for a hundred years.

Yes… for a hundred years.

“I suppose the greetings are enough.”

Black demonic energy pours out of the Black King’s entire body like water.

Something is clearly different from the demonic energy he has shown so far. Something beyond a simple concentration of demonic energy, something a step further.

And Kang Jin-ho, watching this, also covers his body in demonic energy.

A thick, tar-like demonic energy, that begins to burn like flames.

“I’m going to get serious now, Master.”

The Black King’s demonic energy surges wildly like a stormy sea.

“I hope.”

“That you don’t die before you can take all of me.”

A voice like scraping metal flows out ominously.

“Please, don’t die!”

At that moment, the demonic energy that the Black King emits explodes.

The endless flow of demonic energy swirls and surges. The thick demonic energy, covering the chamber like a stormy night sea, crashes towards Kang Jin-ho like a tidal wave.

Kang Jin-ho, with burning demonic energy like wings, takes a step towards the tidal wave of demonic energy crashing down on him.