Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 1187

Kang Jin-ho was right.

‘What are you so scared of?’

They’re going to die anyway.

If they can’t kill that monster, not a single one of them will return alive. This isn’t Japan. There’s no way to survive by running away. Even the place they’d run to is enemy territory.

‘There’s only one way to live.’

To cut off Kang Jin-ho’s head.

To cut off that demon’s head.

Then why be afraid?

Aren’t they facing the same outcome, death, regardless?

What difference does it make if they die at the hands of someone else after running away from Kang Jin-ho?

Grrr!

Yoshinobu gritted his teeth.

The trembling in his legs was still there. But the lost pride was surging back into his chest.

‘How pathetic I look.’

To be consumed by fear at the sight of the enemy!

His ancestors didn’t hesitate to charge into aircraft carriers in fighter planes. Didn’t they overcome the overwhelming difference in power with their spirit and loyalty?

And yet, he was feeling fear while facing just one person?

Yoshinobu clenched his sword, Aedo.

“Chief!”

Yoshinobu flinched at the urgent voice.

Regaining his composure, he raised his sword and pointed it at Kang Jin-ho.

“There is only one enemy!”

His booming voice echoed through the night sky.

“That man is neither a monster nor a demon! He is human! As a human, he has his limits! Push him! Today, we will surely return with his head!”

He knew it.

Yoshinobu knew that his words were meaningless. He himself didn’t feel like the man was human, so how could his subordinates feel any different?

Even so, the reason he had to shout these meaningless words was because what they needed now wasn’t the truth.

“Oooooooooh!”

“Kill him!”

Boiling shouts responded to the meaningless cry.

Even a straw is needed for a drowning person. If there is no hope of survival, humans can no longer resist. Even if it’s a broken straw, it’s important that it’s visible.

And one more thing.

“The division chiefs will stand at the forefront and eliminate that demon! When the battle is over, I will personally behead any division chiefs who survive unscathed! The same goes for the battalion commanders!”

He could clearly see some faces stiffen.

But they soon steeled their hearts and gritted their teeth.

“Ha!”

“Understood!”

The chilling heat that had been fading began to blaze again.

And watching that scene, Kang Jin-ho smiled wryly.

His heart was beating fast.

His body was filled with heat.

The feeling of the demonic energy coursing through his body was incredibly enjoyable.

But his mind was coldly calm.

In the past, if he drew out this much power, he would have lost half of his consciousness. He would have been barely able to distinguish between friend and foe while being controlled by the demonic energy. But now, the surging murderous intent and hatred only spurred him on, and he was able to maintain a clear sense of awareness.

Of course, that didn’t mean Kang Jin-ho’s attacks would become any softer.

To stand on the battlefield meant risking one’s life. It wasn’t that he was cruel because he was being controlled by demonic energy. To take another’s life and survive was a cruel act in itself.

“Hyaaaaaaaah!”

“Aaaaaaaah!”

The charging men screamed at the top of their lungs.

It was a common sight.

Those who charged at him usually looked like that.

‘Why is that?’

Kang Jin-ho chuckled.

He knew the reason. It was a struggle to somehow shake off the rising fear and trembling. But what Kang Jin-ho didn’t understand was the problem before that.

Why be afraid?

Wasn’t it them who were rushing towards death?

If they were so afraid, they could just run away.

They could run away without looking back. Kang Jin-ho didn’t have a hobby of chasing after those who ran away and cutting them down from behind.

But they didn’t run away.

Instead, they charged.

It was ironic that they had such resolve, yet they screamed in fear of death.

And…

Whoosh!

The sword sliced through the air with a sharp tearing sound.

It was different from cutting flesh.

Everything the sword touched was torn apart. Even if it was empty space. The flesh was merely within the space that was being torn apart.

And the price was horrific.

Those whose waists were cut in half fell over Kang Jin-ho’s head, scattering blood and entrails.

Kang Jin-ho didn’t avoid the blood. Was it because he enjoyed blood and death? No, that wasn’t it.

The death of a warrior was accompanied by blood. It was the job of a warrior on the battlefield to make the opponent’s body spray blood. Anyone who avoided such blood had no right to stand on the battlefield.

“Hoo…”

A low breath escaped him.

In this strange sensation where hatred and coldness coexisted, Kang Jin-ho looked at the men before him.

The upper bodies were leaning forward as if they were about to charge, but their legs were pulled back.

‘Are they afraid?’

It was strange.

They had stepped on this land with their own feet. When they crossed from Japan to Korea, they must have been determined to capture and kill all the Korean warriors and make the Korean martial arts world their own.

But why were they afraid?

“There is a…”

Tap tap tap.

The demonic energy that touched the ground set the surroundings ablaze.

Leaving a trail of flames with each step, Kang Jin-ho calmly walked forward. A metallic scraping sound escaped his lips.

“There is one rule.”

It was a small voice.

A very small voice, but it was enough to echo in this silent space. Everyone could clearly recognize Kang Jin-ho’s voice.

Only a few understood, but what he was saying didn’t matter. Just the atmosphere and momentum were enough to overwhelm everyone.

“Nothing is gained without a price.”

The part of Kang Jin-ho’s face that was surrounded by demonic energy twisted. It was as if a demon was smiling. If that bizarre distortion could be called a smile.

“If you want to take a life, you have to risk your own.”

To step on this land without such resolve?

Then they would have to pay the price.

Kang Jin-ho’s eyes became even more bloodshot. Unleashing his suppressed ferocity, Kang Jin-ho burned the demonic energy even more intensely and charged forward.

This was the headquarters.

The heart of the Korean martial arts world.

He had no intention of letting a single one of those who had trampled in here with their dirty feet leave alive.

Whoosh!

The men who stood like a wall were cut in half.

“Ch-charge!”

“We can kill him! There is no human whose body cannot be pierced by a sword!”

“Aaaaaaaah!”

A desperate struggle.

Faith in their own abilities.

Absolute faith in their numbers.

Faith in those who sent them here.

All that was left for those whose faith had crumbled was despair.

They had no choice but to charge, even though they knew they would be reduced to pieces of flesh.

Whether they retreated and died or charged and died, wasn’t the result the same?

The man at the front charged at Kang Jin-ho with tears of blood in his eyes.

Kang Jin-ho’s right fist, covered in demonic energy, struck the charging man with a straight punch.

Boom!

With a loud sound like a leather drum bursting, the charging man turned into a spray of blood and scattered into the world.

He wasn’t pierced, nor was he broken.

He literally exploded.

Those who watched could understand what it meant when they said that 70% of the human body was water.

A human body had instantly turned into a spray of blood. It wasn’t an empty saying that you couldn’t find a person’s corpse when a bomb exploded right in front of them.

Kang Jin-ho, who had turned the vanguard into a handful of blood, swung down the black and blue swords.

Slash!

With a sound like cutting through water with a sword, the body of the man who had been cut in half from head to groin slowly fell to the left and right.

Thud.

Kang Jin-ho’s foot stepped on the blood-filled floor, making a chilling sound.

A form engulfed in black flames.

Two burning swords stretching out to the left and right, and blood-red eyes that froze the human soul.

And…

There was a new realization.

The expression on Kang Jin-ho’s face, covered in black demonic flames, was unreadable.

The fact that the expression of the man who was cutting down people like reeds couldn’t be seen made those who faced him feel a fear they had never felt before.

Human?

Was this man human?

He was human, so a sword could pierce his body?

Bullshit.

That was not a human.

A human couldn’t be like that.

Only then did they realize what they were facing. The common sense of martial arts they knew was completely useless here.

No matter how many ants there were, they were still just ants. A thousand ants couldn’t catch a tiger.

That was how desperate the gap was.

Slash!

Kang Jin-ho’s sword was swung again. There wasn’t even a preparatory movement. It was as if the sword had momentarily disappeared from left to right and reappeared with terrifying speed.

And the result was horrific.

“Uh…”

Those who didn’t even know their waists had been cut off blankly lowered their heads. The sight of red lines appearing on their flesh through the torn clothes was vivid.

As if scratched, a thin red line appeared, and then it became clearer. Those who understood what that line meant waited for their fate in despair.

Thud, thud!

The upper bodies fell to the floor. It was as if a part of the dense forest of warriors had been logged.

Behind those whose waists had been cut off.

The man who saw the black demonic energy pass right in front of him lost strength in his legs and collapsed on the spot. His groin was wet.

But it was too early to relax.

Fragments of demonic energy that had bounced off the sword fell on the man who had collapsed.

“Ugh?”

The man who felt a burning pain in his stomach where the demonic energy had touched lowered his head sharply. The sight of the pitch-black demonic energy piercing his stomach was clearly visible in his eyes.

“Ah… Ah…”

It didn’t burn.

It looked like flames, but it wasn’t flames.

But it would have been better to burn.

The body that touched the demonic energy melted as if a mixture of heavy water and hydrochloric acid had been poured on it. The man who saw his stomach melt and his spine exposed convulsed and then stiffened.

“…Hic!”

Kang Jin-ho grabbed the face of the man who was about to recoil in horror at the sight.

“Aaaaaaaah!”

White smoke billowed from his face. Burning, melting… In an unknown pain,

he flailed his arms as if in a desperate struggle, but Kang Jin-ho’s hand lightly lifted the weak human body like a giant crane.

“Gurgle! Gurgle!”

Blood foam and saliva mixed and flowed down his face.

But Kang Jin-ho was merciful.

Crack!

He broke his head so that the pain wouldn’t last long.

Whether the dead man would be grateful was another matter.

Thud.

Kang Jin-ho, who had been looking at the man who had fallen to the floor, grabbed the red sword he had stuck into the floor and pulled it out.

Then, he raised his head and fixed his gaze on one person.

Twitch.

Yoshinobu’s body momentarily faltered when his eyes met Kang Jin-ho’s.

“Is this all?”

Kang Jin-ho slowly approached Yoshinobu.

That was when it happened.