The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 538

Park Min-woo’s words and actions were hard to ignore.

Xiao Long, Wang Wei-ryong’s guard, stepped forward and gripped his sword.

“Just say the word! I’ll make him pay for disrespecting the Emperor!”

His words were serious.

Seeing the hate in Xiao Long’s eyes, Park Min-woo created his own magic, a look of amusement on his face.

Rumble!

“You imbecile. Didn’t you hear me? When you’re with Emperor Roman Dmitry, Wang Wei-ryong can’t call himself an emperor. And don’t look at me like that. Only Roman Dmitry can talk to me like that.”

The air changed instantly, becoming cold and dangerous. It felt like one wrong word, one wrong move, and everything would explode into a fight.

The victory was certain.

Park Min-woo believed in himself. He also didn’t like how the Chinese acted so proud, even in the Daehan Empire.

The opponent was from a martial arts family. Knowing the truth, there was no need to let Xiao Long show off.

Whether they accepted it or not, it was very important to show who was in charge.

Magic power burst out.

Xiao Long’s face became serious.

He knew the magician in white robes was strong, but he didn’t expect such incredibly strong magic.

Just then,

“Xiao Long, stop.”

“Your Imperial Majesty! We can’t let this go.”

“Yes, you’re right. But if Roman Dmitry is really Baek Joong-hyuk, the Heavenly Demon, we can’t act proud.”

Wang Wei-ryong looked confused.

Even after choosing to go to the Daehan Empire, he still wasn’t sure. His head spun. It sounded like a story, not real life. But Park Min-woo seemed so sure. What was going on?

Was it possible to reverse time?

His mind was tangled in confusion, but Park Min-woo’s attitude gave him a sense of certainty.

He didn’t understand why Park Min-woo, the famous white-robed magician, was acting like a thug, but he was a powerful and experienced figure.

The fact that Park Min-woo was boldly confronting China showed he believed in Roman Dmitry.

That meant there was a good chance he was the Heavenly Demon.

Park Min-woo’s rudeness made Wang Wei-ryong step back.

‘He must have something to believe in to treat me so rudely.’

He controlled his emotions.

With a cold face, he looked at Park Min-woo.

“I’ll go alone as you wish. But you’ll be responsible for what you said. If Roman Dmitry has nothing to do with the Demonic Cult, I, Wang Wei-ryong, will never let you live.”

Park Min-woo laughed.

As he walked ahead, he said,

“Yes, yes. Do whatever you want.”

Apart from the trouble with Park Min-woo, nothing special happened.

Wang Wei-ryong followed Park Min-woo, and they reached a training ground protected by ‘magic defense.’

There, Roman Dmitry was there.

Seeing the figure he had seen on the screen, Wang Wei-ryong swallowed hard.

‘Roman Dmitry!’

He might be the Heavenly Demon.

Wang Wei-ryong gathered his mana.

He tried to feel the opponent’s presence, but he couldn’t feel any power from Roman Dmitry. Distrust filled him. Roman Dmitry looked… normal. Not like a powerful demon. But then, he looked into Roman Dmitry’s eyes…

If he were Baek Joong-hyuk, the Heavenly Demon, he should be overflowing with mana.

But he felt surprisingly weak power, and wondered if he had fallen into a trap.

Just then, he flinched.

Their eyes met.

Even though Roman Dmitry hadn’t gathered his mana, Wang Wei-ryong felt goosebumps all over his body.

‘What is this?’

The being before him was extraordinary.

The thought that he had such an overwhelming presence that he couldn’t feel anything made his heart pound in his chest, like a drum gone wild. He might really be the master of the Demonic Cult. Baek Joong-hyuk, the Heavenly Demon.

The arrogant look in his eyes, the presumptuous attitude of telling the emperor of China to come directly. All the pieces of the puzzle were proving that he was Baek Joong-hyuk, the Heavenly Demon.

But he had to confirm it.

Not just believing in my mind, but with proof of overwhelming force!

Roman Dmitry said,

“Wang Wei-ryong. Draw your sword. I’ll personally confirm that you’re from a martial arts family, and that it’s not just words.”

“That’s what I wanted.”

Swish.

He drew his sword.

No more words were needed.

The moment his eyes met Roman Dmitry’s again, Wang Wei-ryong exploded with mana and rushed forward like a man possessed.

Rumble!

Tap tap tap!

He was fast.

His steps cracked the ground, and each time the ground caved in, he closed the distance with tremendous explosive power. It was the footwork from the mural.

Wang Wei-ryong, who had named it the Heavenly Demon’s Advent, unleashed incredibly strong magic from the start, as if to sweep away his opponent.

Clang!

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sword and sword clashed.

Roman Dmitry had already drawn his sword, and Wang Wei-ryong anticipated the opponent’s reaction and launched a follow-up attack.

‘I’ll finish him in one go.’

Clang!

He struck down on his head.

As Wang Wei-ryong stepped, he dug into the side, and the magic power erupting like a volcano from his footsteps gave the attack more destructive power than the previous one.

He detonated it directly on Roman Dmitry. When a fierce explosion occurred and he blocked it again, Wang Wei-ryong changed direction and relentlessly drove him.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

It was overwhelming.

Wang Wei-ryong.

The world’s best swordsman, as people called him.

There were many S-class swordsmen in the world, but they all acknowledged that Wang Wei-ryong was on a different level. That was why he was able to unify China.

The teachings of the mural led him to a completely new world, and Volkan’s memories completed him to be reborn as the Heavenly Demon.

From a martial arts family.

That was his foundation.

In fact, if simply the memories of the successor determined everything, then beings like Samuel, who inherited Chris’s memories, would have been superior to Wang Wei-ryong.

But the truth was not so. The same memories manifested differently depending on the person who inherited them. Because he was from a martial arts family, Wang Wei-ryong was finally able to be completed.

Flash.

Rumble!

Magic power rushed out.

Wang Wei-ryong’s pouring attacks overwhelmed all directions, to the point of blinding him.

He believed in himself.

He believed in his efforts so far.

Whether the opponent was the Heavenly Demon or not, he would not be able to block his attack.

That’s what he thought.

Pat.

The attack just now…

Wang Wei-ryong’s arm bounced off.

It was a moment of revealing a weakness, and Wang Wei-ryong tried to defend against Roman Dmitry’s attack even while overexerting himself.

But he did not attack.

The cold gaze was only looking at him.

‘Could it be.’

Only then did he realize.

Roman Dmitry was holding back.

He had only blocked my attacks. Thinking about it, he never tried to attack back, even when he could.

No, he only attacked enough to see how I would react.

Wang Wiryong’s eyes went wide, darting around like a trapped animal. He couldn’t believe how big the difference between them was.

He didn’t care if it was true or not. He had to prove himself.

If his opponent was truly a legend, he wanted to prove that all his hard work had been worth it.

His muscles tightened. He had to focus.

“From now on, things will be different.”

His face changed completely.

He stepped onto the Heavenly Demon’s Descent Steps.

At the same time.

‘Heavenly Demon Sword Art.’

He showed his full power.

BOOM!

CRACK! CRUNCH!

The air itself seemed to split apart. The power exploded outwards, shaking the ground beneath their feet. It felt like the sky was tearing open. Wang Wiryong’s face flushed red, his breath coming in gasps. The raw power of his own magic was almost too much for him to control.

Snap.

He gritted his teeth.

He controlled his mana.

He braced himself, accepting the full force of the Heavenly Demon Sword Art.

“This is the Heavenly Demon Sword Art!”

Flash.

Wham!

It was different than before.

Each attack caused a huge storm of magical power. Wang Wiryong attacked again and again, not giving his opponent any chance to breathe.

The series of movements was like a painting coming to life on a mural.

The mural showed a figure falling from the sky. Following this image, Wang Wiryong’s sword struck down like a bolt of lightning towards Roman Dmitry.

Boom!

Rumble!

The mural showed a figure with a sword aimed straight at the heart. Following this image, Wang Wiryong’s sword thrust forward, aiming for the same deadly spot.

Swish.

Wham!

Perfect match.

He became one with the mural.

The ancestors of the Heavenly Demon Church had studied the murals for years. Their teachings were passed down to Wang Wiryong. He spent his life training while looking at the murals.

Even before the Great Disaster, people said it was pointless. But after accepting Volkan’s memories, his hard work exploded with power.

Heavenly Demon Sword Art.

He held the power of the Heavenly Demon in his hands.

As if proving he was the Heavenly Demon himself, Wang Wiryong burned with power.

‘I am the Heavenly Demon Wang Wiryong!’

Whoosh.

Crack! Crunch!

Magical power exploded.

His face turned red, like it would burst any second. He attacked with all his strength.

Boom!

Wham!

Everything around them was destroyed.

The magical power alone cracked the magic defense. The training ground floor cracked as if an earthquake had hit.

He would never be able to block this. Watching the thick cloud of dust rise, Wang Wiryong took deep breaths a few steps away.

“Haa, haa.”

His hard work.

Wasn’t wasted.

If his opponent was truly the Heavenly Demon, he would have to admit that Wang Wiryong had done well.

It was then.

“”.?!”

In front of him.

He saw a figure.

Through the cloud of dust, he saw Roman Dmitry walking forward, step by step.

He looked completely unharmed.

It was clearly a powerful attack that could have blown off an arm, or even killed several S-class hunters at once. But Roman Dmitry looked calm.

Roman Dmitry had taken Wang Wiryong’s strongest attack head-on. His unharmed appearance showed the huge difference in power between them.

Roman Dmitry said coldly.

“That is not the Heavenly Demon Sword Art.”

“Wh-What are you talking about!”

Wang Wiryong was confused.

Not the Heavenly Demon Sword Art?

More than the fact that his opponent was the Heavenly Demon, he was confused by the statement that denied his very existence.

Roman Dmitry understood Wang Wiryong completely and knew what he was.

“If you were truly a descendant of the Heavenly Demon Church, you wouldn’t use a Heavenly Demon Sword Art that only looks like the real thing. The Heavenly Demon Sword Art has no set form. Your sword art, which is limited by rules, proves that you are not a descendant of the Heavenly Demon Church.”

There was no reason to wait any longer.

Roman Dmitry released his magical power.

“Watch. This is the Heavenly Demon Sword Art.”

The true form of the Heavenly Demon Sword Art.

The moment he used the first stance.

Flash.

Wham!

The magic defense was destroyed, and everything around them was wiped out.

Plop.

Wang Wiryong knelt down.

With a blank look, he stared at the destroyed area.

“That is the real Heavenly Demon Sword Art.”

It was completely different from the murals.

The downward motion, the motion of cutting the sides and aiming for the heart, the attack that was simply swung without any pattern, destroyed everything around them.

He felt mixed emotions. He felt a chill knowing he had seen the real Heavenly Demon Sword Art. At the same time, he wondered what his life meant.

What on earth.

Was he?

He thought he was a descendant of the Heavenly Demon Church, but Roman Dmitry’s words denied his very existence.

Roman Dmitry said.

“The Heavenly Demon Sword Art you used is just an empty shell without the Heavenly Demon Divine Art. It seems you have copied sword techniques I used to enjoy. But if you had truly inherited the lineage of the Heavenly Demon Church, you wouldn’t have used it like that. Wang Wiryong, tell me the name of your ancestor. Depending on who your ancestor is, I will decide what happens to you here.”

Wang Wiryong had already lost his will to fight.

He had dreamed of rebuilding the Heavenly Demon Church, but now that dream was gone. He had no reason to live.

He said blankly.

Whether he lived or died.

It was up to Roman Dmitry now.

“Wang Seokho. I am a descendant of Wang Seokho. Do you remember him?”

He recognized Roman Dmitry.

His opponent was the Heavenly Demon.

Only the Heavenly Demon could understand this situation.

The name Wang Seokho.

Roman Dmitry seemed surprised.

“You are a descendant of Wang Seokho? He is my friend and…”