The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 140

This tournament was moving quickly. It was ending sooner than the others.

Kevin watched Chris closely, but Chris didn’t look at him or anyone else.

Chris didn’t care what others thought. He focused only on one thing.

“I am my lord’s sword. No matter who fights me, I must beat them completely. Then, no one will dare to want my lord’s place.”

The people from the Northeastern Union didn’t understand the truth yet.

If they knew even a little about how fearsome Roman Dmitry was on the battlefield, they wouldn’t be foolish enough to go against him.

So, Chris wanted to show them why he followed Roman Dmitry. He hoped they would understand Roman’s power by seeing his own.

For Round 2, his opponent was brave. He charged at Chris, showing his power was stronger than in the first round.

A loud crash! Chris pointed his sword. He didn’t step back. He stared at his opponent. When the opponent attacked, Chris moved forward and struck back.

Clang! Smash! The fight ended quickly. Chris blocked his opponent’s sword and, in the same moment, hit a weak spot. The opponent fell.

It only took five seconds. The opponent stumbled and fell. The crowd, who had been excited for a fight, looked back and forth between Chris and the fallen opponent, their faces showing shock.

“Still not enough,” Chris thought. He felt a strong hunger for more. As he walked off the stage, his eyes shone with a burning need.

He wanted to win even more impressively. He didn’t just want to win fast; he wanted to win so completely that people would be afraid to even challenge Roman.

Round 3. This time, Chris attacked first. He fought with overwhelming power from the beginning. His opponent was pushed back and couldn’t even attack properly.

Eight seconds. This opponent lasted a little longer than the others. He was skilled, but not enough to last more than ten seconds against Chris.

“Wow!”

“Was Chris always this strong?”

“Chris wasn’t this strong when he fought Barco. What happened on the Southern Front?” People said in surprise.

Just as Chris wanted, people reacted with respect. But as the tournament went on, Chris felt even more driven. ‘More, more,’ he thought. He felt like a dry desert. No matter how much he won, he wasn’t satisfied.

He believed that only an even more impressive victory would truly show how great Roman was.

For Round 4, his opponent was careful. He defended himself and didn’t attack quickly. Crash! It still only took ten seconds for the opponent to fall, his eyes blank.

Four fights. Four wins. Even the fourth opponent stumbled and fell. Everyone stared at Chris in amazement. Chris’s hunger for victory grew even stronger as he prepared for the final match.

“The final round,” Chris thought. He didn’t even glance at the opponent he had just defeated. It was as if the previous fights meant nothing. Chris only looked ahead.

Before the first round started, more people arrived at the tournament. Knight Commander Jonathan stood with his new knights, who were lined up neatly behind him. Jonathan spoke in a clear, strong voice.

“You all know Roman Dmitry is hosting this tournament. Chris, the vice-captain of the Dmitry Knights, is fighting in it. Watch Chris carefully. He will show you how a Dmitry knight should fight and act.”

The new knights answered loudly.

After Roman left, the Dmitry family grew larger. The Dmitry Knights needed more members to replace Chris, who was now in a higher position. The knights with Jonathan today were these new recruits.

These new knights were inexperienced. Jonathan wanted to use this tournament to show them what kind of vice-captain the Dmitry Knights had.

“Chris,” Jonathan thought. He watched his student walk onto the stage for Round 1. Jonathan felt proud. It seemed like only yesterday he had taken in a young, confused boy as his student. Now, Chris was grown up and looked amazing.

Jonathan had heard Chris had done great things on the Southern Front. He had seen Chris improve quickly under Roman’s guidance. He was excited to see how much stronger Chris had become now.

Finally, Round 1 started. Everyone watched closely. Suddenly, the opponent swordsman was bleeding and fell to the ground in an instant.

Thud! It was an easy win for Chris. The new knights were shocked to see Chris defeat his opponent so easily. Their jaws dropped in surprise.

“Wow.”

“He’s too strong, isn’t he?” Knight Commander Jonathan was also very surprised.

Chris’s opponent, Max, was not weak. He was a well-known swordsman in the northeastern region. Jonathan never expected Chris to win so quickly.

“Has he improved this much since then?” Jonathan’s heart beat fast. His student’s growth was amazing. He should be very happy about this.

Round 2: 5 seconds. Round 3: 8 seconds. Round 4: 10 seconds. Chris was incredibly powerful in the next fights too. Like the new knights who were too stunned to speak, Knight Commander Jonathan was also deeply shocked.

“What is happening?” Jonathan was different from the others watching. He had known Chris since he was a child. Jonathan had been the one to train Chris and help him become known as Dmitry’s genius.

So, Jonathan knew how talented Chris was. Even when Chris fought well against Barco, Jonathan thought he was already very skilled. But what he was seeing now was unbelievable.

This was not normal. Chris had improved too much. It was like his growth was a line going straight up, past the highest point anyone could imagine.

One new knight said.

“Sir Jonathan, Commander of the Knights,” Chris said. “Now I understand why you said being Commander is hard work. The Vice-Commander was a great swordsman, and we must try our best to be as good as him. I will train very hard from now on.”

The knights’ eyes changed.

They knew Chris’s master as Jonathan, and they thought that such great skill came from Jonathan.

This was good.

Now they had a reason to train hard.

However.

Jonathan couldn’t laugh.

As Chris approached and bowed his head to one person, Jonathan’s gaze was fixed on that person.

‘Roman Dimitri.’

It was clear.

The knights thought Jonathan had taught Chris everything. But Jonathan knew the real teacher was Roman.

The starting point of all these results came from him.

Jonathan stared at Roman. He felt cold shivers run down his back. He couldn’t look away.

Group 1, which included Chris.

There were many strong fighters.

The matches in Group 1 went by very quickly, not like what people expected.

“I give up.”

“I’d rather give up than be embarrassed by fighting Chris.”

The swordsmen who faced Chris mostly won without a fight.

After seeing how strong Chris was in the first round, they knew they probably wouldn’t win anyway.

Now it was the end.

Before the final match, people were curious about something new.

“Can Parel beat Chris?”

“No way. They are both 2-star Aura Swordsmen, but Chris is much better at swordsmanship.”

“But he should last more than 10 seconds. The swordsmen he has faced have lasted a little longer each round. Surely Parel will last at least 30 seconds? I bet 1 silver that Parel will last at least 30 seconds.”

It was almost sure he would lose.

However.

The question was how fast Chris would win.

Parel was known for his defensive swordsmanship, even though Chris was very strong.

Their styles were different. Even for Chris, who attacked a lot, people thought this fight would be hard.

“Both fighters, please come to the stage.”

It was their turn.

The two swordsmen walked onto the stage.

Parel looked very nervous. Sweat dripped down his face, and his hand trembled as he gripped his sword.

He wanted to give up, but he couldn’t because of his reputation.

‘I don’t think I can beat Chris. But lasting a while is different. The other swordsmen lost in 10 seconds, so if I last 1 minute, I’ll look good. Parel, just last 1 minute. Maybe I can even find a way to beat Chris if I try hard enough.’

He decided to try his best.

He held his sword tightly.

He knew Chris was strong, but he thought he could still face him.

Then.

Flap!

The match started.

Parel used his aura.

He planned to block every attack, no matter what Chris did.

And then.

In a blinding flash, Chris moved. Parel barely saw the sword swing. There was a loud crack, and then… nothing. Everything went black.

Silence fell over the arena.

Everyone knew Chris was strong.

However.

This was too much.

They thought it would take some time, but he beat his opponent in just 1 second.

“H-how did he beat him?”

“I didn’t even see him swing his sword.”

People were shocked.

The referee was also surprised.

After a moment, he quickly remembered what to do and shouted.

“W-with this, Chris wins Group 1! Please clap and cheer for the winner!”

Victory.

It was amazing.

People looked up to Chris because of his great win.

‘My sword technique worked,’ Chris thought calmly. ‘The Sumjeon Sword style, but my own way.’

Master Jonathan taught him a secret technique to make his sword faster using aura, a kind of inner power. Chris had mixed this with Sumjeon, and it was working perfectly.

Roman’s teachings.

Chris didn’t just follow what he was taught.

He used his own knowledge to find new ways to change the technique.

Parel fell to the floor.

That was the result of Chris’s research.

Chris put his sword away.

He ignored the cheers and walked off the stage calmly.

He didn’t seem happy about the win.

Chris won Group 1.

He won the trophy in just 27 seconds during 5 matches.

The result.

It was shocking to the Northeast Association.

A noble leaned forward, his face pale. ‘What is happening?’ he whispered. ‘This is not how it was supposed to be.’

A nobleman muttered.

From beginning to end.

It was different from the plan.

Chris completely beat his opponent, and even the weaker fighters were winning.

He felt scared.

Group 1.

The game was already over.

Group 2.

Kevin was so strong that it seemed impossible to win against him.

Group 3 and 4.

Volkan and Pooky weren’t as strong as the others, but they were winning because of their strong bodies.

It seemed almost sure they would win.

Their big muscles didn’t seem to be affected by the other swordsmen’s attacks.

Group 5.

It was a surprise.

Henderson should have lost in the first round, but he won and kept going.

Then the only hope was Group 6.

One-armed swordsman.

McBurney seemed to be the only weak one.

Just then.

Thwack!

“Henderson wins and goes to the third round!”

The nobles looked at one person.

Lord Conrad.

“Now you are the only one left, Lord.”

McBurney’s third round opponent.

He was Lord Conrad’s swordsman.