Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 1651

Shuwei’s eyes were wide with utter shock.

‘What the hell is this?’

His mission was simple.

Find and eliminate the enemies that had descended from the sky.

If that wasn’t possible, at least block them from reaching Zhangjiakou.

When he first heard of this mission, Shuwei couldn’t hide his bewilderment.

And when he heard that the number of people descending from the sky wouldn’t exceed ten, he burst out laughing.

‘Even the Chang King makes mistakes sometimes.’

To deploy so many troops to stop just ten people.

Of course, the idea of dropping into the middle of China by plane was impressive, but it was like jumping into a fire pit with a load of oil.

If the Hong King’s elite forces had formed a suicide squad to rescue the Hong King, it would be a different story, but the Hong King’s forces didn’t have that kind of leeway right now. Unless the Black King moved, no one would be able to break through this encirclement.

That’s why Shuwei was 100% sure of the success of this mission.

But now, Shuwei had to face a reality he had never imagined.

That there was another group that could rival the Hong King’s or Black King’s forces.

KWA-AAAAAANG!

With a roar like a bomb exploding, trees and humans were swept away in a single mass.

“H-Heok!”

Nothing was left.

Was this what a forest bulldozed would look like?

Those who barely managed to dodge the incoming fist trembled as they looked at the forest and humans that had been literally destroyed.

‘H-How…’

Some of them had already witnessed the Hong King’s exploits.

So, there wasn’t much to be surprised about. They had been forced to understand that humans could do such things.

But this felt different.

If the Hong King’s power gave a surreal feeling, like a god descending from the heavens to conquer humans, the power unfolding before them now was so vivid that it sent shivers down their spines.

Moreover…

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The ground shook with every step.

Through the hazy dust, a massive body that could not be considered human revealed itself.

“You trashy bastards.”

It wasn’t a loud voice at all.

Rather, it was closer to a low, subdued voice. But that voice resonated powerfully, piercing the ears of those who stood in his way.

“Ah… Ah…”

A feeling they hadn’t experienced since becoming martial artists.

The despair and helplessness that humans feel when they encounter a huge beast right in front of them.

The martial artists of the Chang King’s faction were now reliving the sensation of being crushed by pure physical strength, not martial prowess.

It was a strange thing.

Seeing such a large figure moving in front of them should have made it feel unreal, but instead, they were clearly feeling the presence of the person down to every single hair.

CRACK.

The giant clenched one fist.

“How dare you block my path, you vermin of the Chang King’s faction!”

KWA-AAAAAANG!

Once again, a fist strike opened a huge path through the dense forest. Of course, there was no need to explain what happened to those who were standing there and the trees that filled the area.

Bator, with fire blazing in his eyes, looked at the spectacle he had created.

“You’re going to stop me? Unless the Chang King comes himself, it’s a pipe dream.”

Bator, his whole body dyed red, roared.

His overwhelming presence crushed the Chang King’s martial artists who were at a loss of what to do.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, how foolish.”

A small figure appeared next to Bator’s enormous body. If you looked at it calmly, it was by no means a small body, but when placed right next to Bator, it felt like a child.

“If you waste your strength like that, you won’t be able to perform when it matters. Why are you blowing away the trees, you dumb bear?”

“What?”

“The important thing is efficiency.”

Jang Min bared his teeth.

KIIIIIIING!

The energy blade that shot out from his fingertips grew long and literally cut in half the Chang King’s martial artists who were maintaining an awkward distance.

CHWAAAAAAK!

The blood that spurted from the split bodies scattered in all directions. Jang Min, who had instantly created a scene of hell, coldly declared with a chilling gaze.

“Those who dare to block the path of the Demon Lord, I will turn them into meat chunks with my own hands!”

Jang Min licked his lips with his tongue and slowly walked forward.

“Old man, don’t touch my food!”

“Tsk, tsk, so you know you’re a beast. All you do is look for food.”

“What?”

“Can’t you even understand human words now?”

Bator glared at Jang Min with eyes that looked like he would pounce at any moment.

“I admit that wasting strength isn’t good…”

Weegins spread his hands and created a huge magic circle in the air.

The magic circle shone white and illuminated the surroundings, and soon, a whirlwind swept in from all directions.

“W-What is it?”

“What did you do?”

The Chang King’s martial artists shouted in panic, but it was already too late to react.

KWAAAAAAAANG!

A huge vortex formed in front of Weegins and began to advance, sucking in all the martial artists around it.

“Aaaaaaaah!”

“S-Save me! Uwaaaaaaaah!”

Those who were sucked into the vortex screamed, but the wind just indifferently pulled them in.

Those who collided and crashed into each other while spinning soared high into the sky before plummeting to the ground.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

In an instant, more than a dozen martial artists crashed to the ground and convulsed.

Weegins, who had created that bizarre scene, opened his mouth with an indifferent expression.

“It might be a bit noisy right now, but I think it’s better to increase the speed of our advance. We can’t afford to go slowly.”

“Ahem.”

“Hmm.”

Jang Min and Bator nodded slightly. They shouldn’t forget their mission while caught up in the battle.

And then it was that moment.

“Uwaaaaaaaah! Die, you monsters!”

About a dozen Chang King’s martial artists, who had been watching for an opportunity, charged at Bator with bloodshot eyes.

However…

Yu Tze Ha

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Before their weapons could even reach Bator, a hazy shadow intervened between them.

POW! POW! POW! POW!

With a sound like a leather drum bursting, those who had charged were flung back even faster.

“Come on, let’s go faster. If the heavy equipment in front does its job, then the laborers can do their work, right?”

Weegins looked at Bang Jin-hoon with a dumbfounded expression.

“…You just turned ten Chang King’s martial artists into mincemeat in an instant, and you’re calling yourself a laborer?”

“The people in front are like bulldozers and dump trucks, what can I do? I just have to grease the wheels.”

Bang Jin-hoon grumbled and glared around.

The Chang King’s martial artists, overwhelmed by Bator and Jang Min’s might, hesitated to charge.

“They say that Chang King guy is smart, but I don’t know why he’s doing such a stupid thing. He should know that no matter how many of these scrubs he throws at us, he won’t be able to stop us. He should send some decent guys to at least buy some time.”

Weegins spoke with a smirk.

‘He says he doesn’t know.’

The people he just blew away were the elites of the Chang King’s faction.

Bang Jin-hoon had become unbelievably strong during that time. But ironically, Bang Jin-hoon was the one who didn’t realize that fact properly.

It was understandable that the scale of strength would increase exponentially since the people around him were like Kang Jin-ho and Bator, but even so, he should have some awareness of his own level.

‘Well, I don’t need to say anything.’

Weegins shrugged lightly and gestured with his chin.

“It seems like this is the second line, so let’s break through quickly and move on. The Lord will be urging us.”

“Hmm, I’ll annihilate them in a minute.”

“Thirty seconds is enough for me.”

“Don’t bluff, old man!”

“It’s not that I’m bluffing, it’s that you’re weak.”

“Is this guy for real?”

Bator and Jang Min, who were bickering, rushed forward as if to prove their words. Weegins smiled wryly and followed behind them, and Bang Jin-hoon shook his head and tagged along.

And Kang Jin-ho, who had been watching all of that from behind, wore a sullen expression.

“Lord.”

“You were emitting demonic energy with such vigor earlier, aren’t you going to do anything?”

Kang Jin-ho coughed lowly.

Then he looked at the carnage unfolding in front of him. Bator, who was like a human bulldozer, turning everything in his path into mincemeat, and Jang Min, who was like a human cutter, slicing everything in his path.

And Weegins, who was acting as a lubricant with his magic in between, and Bang Jin-hoon, who was repelling all those who approached as if he was protecting Weegins.

“There’s nothing to do?”

“…I guess so?”

Lee Hyun-soo had a slightly bewildered look.

‘Are our directors this strong?’ Of course, they’re strong. Of course, they would be strong.

Even Bang Jin-hoon, who could be considered the weakest in terms of martial prowess among them, was, when you think about it, the best martial artist in Korea, and perhaps even the strongest of all time.

If you go back to the Goryeo era [a Korean kingdom from 918 to 1392], it might be different, but there wouldn’t have been a martial artist who surpassed Bang Jin-hoon’s level since the liberation [referring to the end of Japanese colonial rule in 1945].

Lee Joong-geol and Kim Seok-il, who shared the title of the strongest martial artist since the establishment of the Republic of Korea, would have to think about how to die gracefully if they were to face Bang Jin-hoon now.

Weegins, who was a Knight of the Round Table, Jang Min, who was an elder of the Demonic Cult, and Bator, who was the strongest martial artist in Mongolia, were people who were not worth mentioning.

But even considering all of that, the way they were acting now was beyond common sense.

“When you think about it, it seems natural…”

They were originally strong people. Even when they joined the General Assembly, there was no one in the world who could ignore them.

Those people had been training like crazy under Kang Jin-ho and had even received new martial arts, so how much stronger would they be now?

“Old maaaaaaan! Don’t touch my food!”

“Shut up, you fool! You’re so slow!”

Ah, well, it seems like they threw away their personalities.

“The speed is now…”

Lee Hyun-soo put strength into his legs and increased his speed even more.

Just following behind was already difficult enough to keep up with those who were fighting and advancing.

‘If we limit it to the director level, aren’t we really stronger than the Three Kings’ factions?’

Of course, there were still many hidden masters in the other Three Kings’ factions, but looking at their divine might, he wanted to believe it. He didn’t think that any other martial artists other than the Three Kings could stop them.

It was literally unstoppable…

“Dieeeeeeeeeee!”

“Huh?”

Even a bulldozer that plows the ground can’t remove every single weed on the ground.

One of the Chang King’s martial artists, who had been hiding and holding his breath outside of the directors’ attack range, charged at Lee Hyun-soo and swung his sword.

“Lord…”

THUD!

“Ah, sorry. Then.”

Bang Jin-hoon, who had already flown back and kicked away the charging martial artist, shrugged and ran forward.

Kang Jin-ho, who had half-clenched his fist, slowly released his hand and looked back at Lee Hyun-soo.

“There’s really nothing to do?”

“…I guess so.”

The four rampaging ones and the two idle ones were heading towards Zhangjiakou at an incredible speed.