The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 109

People spoke of it.

The level of the Five Stars. It was said that at this rank, a warrior’s power was so great, they could change the fate of nations.

WHAM!

RUMBLE!

Butler’s aura, a visible energy like a fiery red cloak, exploded around him.

This fight was not just for show; it was not just about honor.

The fate of the Hector Kingdom was at stake, and from the start, Butler had no intention of prolonging the fight.

The nobles of Cairo widened their eyes at the powerful attack that distorted space.

Even if Roman Dmitry was a step stronger than the rumors suggested, they couldn’t imagine how he would block Butler’s strike.

However.

WHAM!

WHAM! WHAM!

Roman and Butler’s swords crashed together, each strike sending shockwaves through the air.

Butler couldn’t hide his surprise for a moment.

Roman Dmitry was, at best, a Four-Star swordsman, yet he was blocking his aura—an absurd outcome.

An unexpected situation.

But he dismissed the question.

Even if his opponent was stronger than he thought, Butler was still at an advantage in a battle of strength against strength.

‘I’ll end this in one go.’

RUMBLE!

The aura exploded.

Butler didn’t care about his opponent’s defense. If Roman blocked the attack aimed at his head, Butler would step forward and attack his right side. If Roman twisted his body to block the right, Butler would attack the opposite side again.

The speed was hard to follow with the eye. Mana constantly circulated within his body, granting explosive power to Butler’s movements.

Tap!

His thigh swelled greatly. As he kicked off the ground, exploding with aura, he suddenly appeared in Roman’s sight as if folding space.

WHAM!

RUMBLE!

His name was no exaggeration. Butler’s reputation was not just mere fame. It was an accumulation of achievements built up over decades as a swordsman, and when he reached the level of Five Stars, people recognized Butler as the sword of Hector.

The ordinary swordsmen watching from afar were breathless.

Butler’s attacks came like a storm, each blow forcing Roman to step back, his feet scraping against the ground as he struggled to hold his position. Wounds appeared on Roman’s body, but he showed no sign of pain.

Swish—

Blood splattered. Even though it was just a slight graze, the skin protected by the aura tore like paper, scattering droplets of blood.

Yet.

Roman didn’t even frown.

Rather, the nobles of Cairo, watching from a distance, were pacing anxiously.

“…This is bad.”

“Are we going to lose like this?”

Roman’s plan.

They showed trust in his words to believe. In their minds, they knew that even Roman Dmitry couldn’t defeat Butler, but they nodded forcefully to look good to him.

In fact, just enduring the aura of a Five-Star was impressive. It was another moment to confirm that Roman Dmitry was a talent who would make a name for himself on the continent, but if Butler’s sword blew his head off, such a future would be meaningless.

Flash.

Butler’s sword vanished like a viper striking from the shadows.

WHAM!

RUMBLE!

It was an astonishing reaction speed. He thought the attack had really landed this time, but Roman Dmitry blocked Butler’s attack again by a hair’s breadth.

The point at which doubts began to arise was from that moment on.

Butler was certain that he had the upper hand in the fight. Butler could tell Roman was struggling because his blocks weren’t very powerful.

However.

The situation changed strangely as they exchanged blows.

‘It’s getting faster.’

At first.

After blocking his attack, he hurriedly blocked the follow-up attacks. Even though Butler was pushing his opponent harder than before, Roman’s defensive transition speed was getting faster and faster.

WHAM!

WHAM! WHAM!

It was fast. No matter how he attacked, Roman reacted. It wasn’t just a matter of blocking the aura of a Five-Star; his eyes accurately read Butler’s intentions.

In that moment.

Goosebumps rose.

Only then did Butler realize where his doubts stemmed from.

‘Could it be that Roman was just testing him?’

That’s right.

Roman Dmitry was daring to face Butler, a Five-Star swordsman, without yet giving his all.

Butler was strong. He possessed a power that couldn’t be handled with just half a year of training, and he was the first opponent to make him feel like he was being pushed back in a battle of strength against strength.

Finally, he saw his place in the new world. He had cut down Homerus, who had risen to the Four-Star level, in an instant, but he still couldn’t reliably defeat seasoned Five-Star swordsmen.

A wall.

He faced an opponent he had to look up to. He was certain that he would surpass him as time passed, but Roman’s competitive spirit was ignited because he met him now.

‘I will defeat Butler and move one step further.’

He risked his life. He faced the exploding aura head-on.

WHAM!

RUMBLE!

It was an immense power. It was normal that an attack that distorted space and came crashing in couldn’t be blocked unless it was of the same level, but strangely, Roman’s aura didn’t diminish even when it collided with such an attack.

It was a world that people like Butler couldn’t understand. They believed and followed the way of using aura that had been passed down for generations as the truth, but Roman knew that there was a fatal flaw in the way they used it.

‘The explosion of aura. The indiscriminate discharge of energy has clear weaknesses.’

Roman’s world.

Those called aura swordsmen didn’t precisely control mana, but rather discharged power like an explosion.

Indiscriminate power. It was a way to exert explosive power in an instant, but the power exploding in all directions couldn’t evenly strengthen all parts of the sword.

It was a simple theory. In the Murim world, it was possible to inflict a constant impact in any situation with condensed power, but in Roman’s world, the impact differed for each part of the strike.

Butler’s sword. If the blade manifested 120% of the aura, the side exerted 80% of the power.

It was Roman’s aim. He hadn’t yet reached the same level as him, but Roman read the flow of mana and accurately targeted the weak points.

WHAM!

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

The clash of auras. The unbelievable battle unfolded like that.

It wasn’t easy to grasp the ever-changing discharge of aura and target the weak points, but Roman’s sensitive senses made such an absurd thing a reality.

So, he needed time to adapt. He watched the opponent’s attacks, read the patterns, and recalled the time in his imagination.

In the imaginary world, he died countless times against Butler. The Butler who appeared in reality was a stronger being than that, but the number of cases he had built up in his mind read the future.

Whoosh!

Aiming for the head. An attack that immediately targeted the flank. It was a pattern that had only appeared once in the short battle in the mountains, but Roman vividly remembered the way he attacked.

Not only that, various attack methods that could come out after that. Even though it was a form that Butler hadn’t shown yet, the wings of imagination that stretched out in all directions grasped the opponent’s intentions.

Cheonma Baek Joong-hyuk.

His life was not easy. He met enemies who were incomparably stronger than Butler, but he always won in the end in his own way.

Just like now.

‘The testing is over.’

The momentum changed. In an instant, he dug into the opponent’s space. As Butler retrieved his sword and raised his aura, Roman’s eyes captured the area where the aura was less manifested.

‘Cheonma Sword Technique, Third Form.’

WHAM! WHAM!

RUMBLE!

He gave his all. In one attack, he exploded the mana in his dantian.

Butler, who naturally thought he could block the attack, was filled with shock the moment the sword and sword collided. A tremendous shock occurred.

Butler felt as if his insides were twisted at once, and as soon as he showed a slight loss of balance, Roman didn’t miss the opportunity.

WHAM!

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

It was a one-sided attack. A moment’s mistake. It was a slight tremor that ordinary people couldn’t even see as a mistake, but Roman Dmitry’s attack didn’t allow for any leeway.

He was breathless. Butler was busy desperately blocking the attacks, and if the aura wasn’t exerted evenly even a little bit, Roman would seize the gap and attack.

Butler. A Five-Star swordsman was being pushed back.

The people on both sides, seeing Roman pushing Butler back, showed expressions of astonishment beyond surprise.

This didn’t make sense. It was far beyond common sense for a man in his mid-20s to push back Butler, a Five-Star swordsman.

And at that moment, Butler’s patience reached its limit.

Butler thought, ‘This guy was really crazy.’

Before accepting the duel, Edwin Hector spoke of the possibility of a trap. Since there was no way for Roman Dmitry to win logically, he said that there must be some kind of plan.

However, the reality was different. Roman really didn’t use any tricks. He showed the intention to defeat him purely with force, and in fact, Butler felt that he was being shaken by Roman’s pressure.

It was shocking. Butler had faced countless swordsmen in his life. Among them were those called geniuses, but Butler was also born with no less talent.

Decades of experience. Even among them, Roman Dmitry’s presence was overwhelming. Not only that, but he was once again impressed by the boldness to make a decision even in a situation where he could settle for reality.

‘We prepared for a year to attack the Cairo Kingdom. The plan that I thought was perfect began to go wrong because such an absurd being happened to exist on the southern front. It’s certain. As long as Roman Dmitry is alive, we cannot achieve our goals. If we let Roman Dmitry live like this, the Hector Kingdom may one day face a monster it cannot handle.’

He acknowledged his opponent. At the age of 20, he couldn’t have done that. Not only did he not have such great abilities, but he wasn’t brave enough to risk his life even knowing that he was far stronger than himself.

To be precise, he showed courage in the world of common sense. Butler had certainly lived a life as a warrior, but it was nothing compared to the Roman Dmitry before his eyes.

That’s why, ‘I will definitely kill Roman Dmitry in this place.’

Still, the fact that he was superior remained unchanged. The opponent was showing really great abilities, but he became convinced of it while mixing swords directly.

That he was stronger. He exploded his aura. Using mana without leaving anything behind, he pushed the opponent unilaterally.

WHAM!

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

There was no way to block it. Excessive discharge of aura. Since all parts were exerted at 100%, Roman showed movements to avoid as much as possible rather than blocking directly.

He was smart. He was fast and didn’t hesitate in his judgment.

But at that moment, Butler made a move. ‘If you can take this too, I will acknowledge that you are equal to me.’

A strike. The secret weapon that made Butler who he is today. Mana seethed. The mana erupting like an active volcano was concentrated in one place, soaring high as if reaching the sky and filling the field of vision.

Crossing countless lines of death. Only two people had blocked Butler’s attacks. One became the best sword in Hector. The other was ranked on the continent.

Such a strike, Butler used it on Roman Dmitry.

“Now it’s over.”

Rumble.

WHAM!

The attack exploded as it was. Like a falling sun, the exploding aura devoured Roman Dmitry’s existence in an instant.