Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 1175

‘What in the world is going on…’

Kazuhito’s face twitched.

He couldn’t believe the sight before his eyes.

In front of him, a red giant exuding bloodlust was rampaging, and beside him, Westerners in full armor were advancing like machines.

And in the middle of their formation, a huge fire had erupted.

Human judgment begins with perception. You need to know what’s happening to make a decision.

But the problem was… Kazuhito couldn’t figure out what was happening here at all.

Everything was beyond his common sense.

‘Just what kind of place is the General Assembly?’

He wasn’t foolish.

Nor did he underestimate his opponents.

That’s why he had joined hands with Kansai [a region in Japan known for its powerful clans] and come to Korea. If he hadn’t acknowledged the power and potential of the General Assembly, he would never have allied with those dog-like Kansai bastards.

But this was a different issue.

It wasn’t about how strong the opponent was. It was about the direction of their power.

It felt like he was dreaming.

They were fighting a war against the Korean martial artists, and then a giant, not even human, spewing bloodlust appeared, and knights who looked like they came straight out of a movie were charging forward….

And now, there was even someone shooting flames from a distance.

None of it was the martial arts he knew.

He could deal with what he knew. But how was he supposed to deal with what he didn’t know?

“General!”

A sharp shout, as if tearing his ears, jolted Kazuhito back to his senses.

“Give us instructions! At this rate, we’ll be annihilated!”

Gritting his teeth.

Kazuhito ground his teeth.

Annihilated?

That was impossible.

They had only just set foot on the peninsula. They hadn’t even left the coast yet. To be annihilated here would be the worst disgrace in history.

Kazuhito had no intention of taking on that infamy.

Kazuhito’s eyes gleamed.

No matter how bizarrely the enemy came at them, he was a veteran of a hundred battles. He would find a way.

Kazuhito shouted in a loud voice so everyone could hear.

“Charge!”

The surrounding gazes turned to Kazuhito.

But the emotion in those gazes wasn’t loyalty, but bewilderment.

Charge?

In this situation?

But Kazuhito didn’t change his order.

“Don’t be fooled! The enemy is small in number! They can’t block every direction!”

Kazuhito’s hand pointed past Batoru to the rear. There, the ordinary martial artists led by Bang Jin-hoon were surrounding them.

“Break through! Encircle them in reverse! The path to survival is there!”

The martial artists’ eyes regained their vitality.

A path to survival had appeared where only death had seemed to exist. Certainly, those who were encircling the rear didn’t seem as strong as the Batoru group that was pushing in.

For one, they were smaller, and more importantly, Batoru wasn’t there.

“I’ll open the way! Follow me!”

The commanders stationed in various places raised their swords and shouted.

If there was a strength, it was this.

They were vulnerable when orders weren’t properly given, but once an order was given, they blindly followed it without looking back. It wasn’t a good trait overall, but it certainly showed its power in times like this.

“Let’s gooooo!”

The Japanese forces began to rush towards the rear, ignoring Batoru.

“Ha, you bastards.”

Bang Jin-hoon, who was watching the situation, snorted.

“Looks like we’re being underestimated?”

“It seems so.”

Cheon Tae-hoon also wore a wry smile.

The Japanese were looking at them with hope in their eyes. How much of a pushover did they look like to have such eyes?

“Don’t make that angry face. It’s true that we’re pushovers.”

“Aren’t you angry?”

“Why should I be angry? It’s the truth.”

Bang Jin-hoon chuckled.

“It’s true that the General Assembly has become a bit strange since the Chairman came in. Guys who are supposed to be learning martial arts get angry over something like this.”

“Huh?”

Bang Jin-hoon took a step forward.

“What is martial arts!”

His voice boomed.

Cheon Tae-hoon had started it, but Bang Jin-hoon was now speaking to those behind him, who were in formation.

Everyone listened to Bang Jin-hoon’s voice.

“Martial arts belong to the weak. The strong don’t need to learn martial arts. Martial arts were created by the weak, who lack power, to resist the oppression and violence of the naturally strong. Weak? What does that even mean? Because they are weak, they learn martial arts to become strong.”

Bang Jin-hoon’s steps continued without pause.

Bang Jin-hoon, who had stepped out of the formation, faced the rushing Japanese forces.

His hands moved very smoothly.

It was different from the destructive movements shown by the other directors of the General Assembly. It was a soft and gentle movement that didn’t match Bang Jin-hoon’s violent image.

Swoosh!

Bang Jin-hoon’s hand slightly deflected the incoming blade. With minimal movement, Bang Jin-hoon’s shoulder pushed into the chest of the man at the front.

Thud!

With a sound like hitting a rubber drum, the man who had charged was thrown back even faster. As the front man was thrown back, those following behind panicked and caught the flying man.

“Hup!”

Bang Jin-hoon jumped forward slightly and kicked the man who was being held by the person behind him.

Thump!

The formation collapsed, and the explosive momentum faltered.

“You bastard!”

One of the commanders, wielding a Japanese sword, jumped over the head of the front man and rushed towards Bang Jin-hoon.

“Wrong.”

Bang Jin-hoon clicked his tongue and reached out his hand.

Before the sword could even reach him, the man who had been flying was thrown back by the energy that Bang Jin-hoon emitted.

“I don’t know what kind of guts a guy who can’t even walk on air has to jump like that.”

Bang Jin-hoon lowered his hands.

Behind him, the samurai were still rushing in, but the momentum of the vanguard had clearly faltered. Bang Jin-hoon, who had stepped back, shouted.

“Martial arts are ultimately about blocking attacks! No matter who the opponent is, that fact doesn’t change! What you have learned and mastered is definitely alive within you. Don’t underestimate or overestimate your opponent! Stand shoulder to shoulder and do what you can! Then it will be them who fall!”

It was a different view of martial arts than Kang Jin-ho or Batoru.

But it couldn’t be said to be wrong.

If there were a thousand people, there would be a thousand views of martial arts. What’s important isn’t what kind of view of martial arts you have, but how much you can enforce your own view.

And those who were here now completely trusted and followed Bang Jin-hoon.

A firm resolve appeared in the eyes of those who had formed ranks.

Bang Jin-hoon nodded as he watched them.

Sacrifice was unavoidable.

That’s what war was. No matter how perfect the suppression was, there was no way to avoid casualties. But to truly win, you couldn’t be afraid of sacrifice.

This war would change the General Assembly.

It was time for everyone to understand that it was not Kang Jin-ho or Bang Jin-hoon who supported the General Assembly, but themselves.

Martial artists were ultimately fighters.

Only those who realized that they had to fight for themselves to protect what was theirs could move forward.

“Come!”

Bang Jin-hoon shouted resolutely.

“That guy!”

Flames sparked in Kazuhito’s eyes.

The momentum had changed.

As soon as some yakuza-like guy came out and showed his might, the shaken formation regained its composure.

‘Damn it!’

They had to break through there.

If they couldn’t break through there, they would be like rats in a trap, starving to death.

“Where do you think you’re going, you trash!”

Behind them, a scene of chaos had already unfolded.

They had turned their backs on Batoru, who they couldn’t even face head-on. If the situation was delayed any longer, the damage would increase exponentially. They had to break through one point and regain their formation to fight back.

‘How did the situation get this far?’

Kazuhito’s eyes trembled.

For the first time, a single word came to his mind.

Defeat.

That terrible word, which no one welcomed, clung to Kazuhito, sticky and unpleasant. No matter how hard he tried to shake it off, the word wouldn’t disappear from his mind.

Kwaaaaaang!

Batoru’s fist caused an explosion. The heat of the blazing flames was scorching his back.

“This!”

The moment Kazuhito tried to charge forward, tree roots sprouted from under his feet and wrapped around his legs.

“You damn thing!”

He kicked his legs and broke the tree roots. The resistance was strong, as if they weren’t ordinary tree roots. He was able to tear off the tree roots without much difficulty, but others were not so lucky.

“What is this, damn it!”

“Ugh! I’m slipping!”

On one side, people were falling over with their legs tangled, and on the other side, they were slipping and sliding as if they had stepped on ice.

If the enemy was strong, they could at least muster their will, but there was no way to respond to the tricks happening under their feet.

‘Why are those kinds of guys in the General Assembly!’

Of course, he knew that Westerners used magic. But he couldn’t understand why a magician, whom he had never seen in countless wars, was in the General Assembly.

It wasn’t life-threatening magic, nor was it magic that dealt significant damage. It was just something that tied their legs or made the ground slippery. If someone had demonstrated this magic in front of him, Kazuhito would have laughed without hesitation.

But when that magic was used on this large-scale battlefield, the situation was completely different.

After all, when large armies clash, the most important thing is formation and movement. In terms of disrupting that formation, that magic was more troublesome than any master.

And….

“Burn!”

Once again, a huge flame erupted.

While other magic was tying their feet, this flame was a real threat. It was clearly different from actually setting something on fire. But the flames of this magic were even more threatening than real fire.

At this rate….

‘We’ll be annihilated!’

Kazuhito gripped his sword.

He was the one who had to step up in times like this.

If they couldn’t break through the normal way, someone had to step up and open the way.

Kazuhito’s eyes, gripping his sword, gleamed coldly.

The moment he tried to step forward, a subtle gaze caught him.

Kazuhito turned his head.

Across the distance, Bang Jin-hoon’s eyes were fixed on him. It was a provocative gaze, as if daring him to come if he had the guts.

“You….”

Kazuhito bit his lip.

Normally, he would have crushed that arrogant gaze without a second thought, but he wasn’t in a position to do that now. If he had to break through, he had to aim for the weak spot. He couldn’t go to where the enemy’s leader was.

“You bastard! I’ll definitely tear you limb from limb and feed you to the dogs!”

Kazuhito shouted roughly and charged forward.

“I won’t die here! Haaaaaaah!”

Kazuhito’s desperate cry echoed through the night sky.

If he couldn’t break through, everyone would die. His sword, filled with resolve, shone blue under the moonlight.