Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 1659

Bator’s eyes were bloodshot.

Martial artists who have mastered their craft seek ever higher peaks. Higher, always higher.

Therefore, they constantly yearn for the moment they can fight someone stronger than themselves. In that sense, Bator was a purer martial artist and seeker than most.

But there was one thing.

Has he never wished for it?

The power he had built up within his body.

Has he never desired to unleash this power, capable of toppling mountains, without any hesitation?

‘It would be a lie if I said no.’

More than fighting a stronger opponent, the desire to unleash his ultimate power without restraint against dozens, hundreds of enemies had always been there.

It was akin to the urge a person holding a gun feels to fire it at least once.

However, even for Bator, who had lived his entire life as a martial artist, such an opportunity rarely presented itself.

And at this moment.

A boundless sea of martial artists unfolded before Bator’s eyes.

There was no need to hold back, no need to feel any guilt about attacking his opponents. An endless wave of ‘enemies’ in the truest sense of the word was rushing towards him.

Laughter burst forth.

Cheers echoed from within his heart.

If someone had heard his true feelings, they might have pointed fingers and called him insane, but Bator was now being honest with the emotions he was experiencing.

Kwaang!

His right foot slammed down with a powerful stomp, shattering the ground.

Puddeudeuk!

His waist twisted as if it would break, his upper body almost turning backward.

Then.

His body, with perfect elasticity, rotated like a coiled rubber band being released, fully loading the power into his fist.

The following punch!

Kwaaaaaaaa!

His inner force and demonic energy merged, creating a massive vortex of energy directly in front of him.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The storm of energy literally swept away the martial artists of the Changwang faction who were charging from the front. The fist, fully loaded with rotational force, sent people flying like leaves in the wind with just a graze.

“Aaaaaaaack!”

Those who could even scream were relatively better off.

Most of them couldn’t even scream and fell like ragdolls. Those who were hit head-on by the power didn’t even leave their bodies behind in this world.

A terrifying punch.

Bator gritted his teeth as he looked at the carnage he had created. A surge of exhilaration, enough to make the hair on his head stand on end, washed over him.

Can it be denied?

In the end, martial arts are just a way to kill people. Martial artists train and train to kill people more efficiently and in a shorter amount of time.

And now, the results of his training were clearly visible before Bator’s eyes.

Bator’s eyes turned even redder.

“Euhahahahahahahat!”

Bator let out a maniacal laugh and threw another punch.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

A milky white fist aura, swirling with dark red energy, shot out like a massive cannonball. And the human body was too weak to withstand the flying cannonball.

Jang Min slightly frowned as he watched Bator, who was laughing maniacally and continuously unleashing his power.

‘He’s been tainted by demonic energy.’

Those who have mastered demonic arts must offer a part of their reason as a sacrifice in exchange for power. This is a rule that no one can avoid unless they reach the level of completely controlling demonic energy like Kang Jin-ho.

After a moment of hesitation, Jang Min cleanly turned his head.

Now is not the time to suppress madness.

It would be a problem if he lost his reason and exhausted himself after unleashing more power than he possessed, but if he didn’t go that far, a certain degree of madness on the battlefield would actually be beneficial.

Besides…

‘It’s not like I’m in a position to worry about Bator right now.’

He, too, is not yet at a level where he can suppress the interference of demonic energy.

So!

Woo woo woo woo!

The tips of Jang Min’s fingers began to turn dark red, and soon, he pulled out more than a meter of chilling, blood-red claw energy. Jang Min, who had created ten claw-like energy blades, one on each finger, turned his eyes red and let out a shriek.

Chwaaaaaaaak!

His claws slashed horizontally at the charging martial artists of the Changwang faction.

“…Huh?”

The charging men stopped with blank eyes.

Faces that did not accurately understand what had happened to them.

But there was no need to understand. ‘Understanding’ is only meaningful to the living.

Long, horizontal lines of blood appeared on the bodies of the martial artists. Then, blood fountains gushed out from the split parts, and the severed bodies fell to the ground.

The number of martial artists he could handle at once did not match Bator’s. However, the carnage Jang Min created had the effect of stopping the charging martial artists.

The sight of their comrades, who had been breathing with them just a moment ago, turned into fragmented pieces of flesh was too vivid for their eyes.

“Dogs of Changwang.”

Jang Min gritted his teeth.

Suppress madness?

What a joke.

“You don’t know.”

How much he had longed for this moment.

He had watched with tears of blood as the cult collapsed, the cultists were hunted, and the demons of the cult, who had once conquered the Central Plains [a region in China], were treated like the lowest of the low.

He had been looking forward to this one moment.

How much had he dreamed and dreamed again?

The day he would swing his claws at those vile three kings.

For that moment, which might never come in his entire life, Jang Min had endured and endured again, shedding tears of blood.

Only for the descent of the Demon Lord.

And…

At this moment, Jang Min finally had the opportunity to unleash everything.

Restraint?

Suppression?

Such dog-like words disappeared from his mind at this moment.

“Kkyaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Jang Min let out a shriek that seemed not of this world and charged at the Changwang’s subordinates instead.

The pupils of the martial artists wearing blue uniforms widened, and the image of Jang Min reflected in their eyes rapidly expanded.

Paah!

Dark red claws, as if they would tear everything apart, slashed through human bodies vertically and horizontally.

Severed torsos soared into the air, and scattered blood rained down like rain. In the middle of that hellish scene, Jang Min smiled more brightly than ever.

Cruel?

Demonic?

Maybe so.

But Jang Min knew.

Hundreds of times more people than he had killed now had died at their hands. Just because they were demons, no sympathy was given to their deaths.

The pain they had to endure because they were weak.

The oppression they had to turn away from because they were powerless.

The resentment that had been pressed down and wrapped in blood in his heart exploded from within Jang Min’s chest.

“I won’t leave a single one alive! Not a single one!”

Jang Min’s claw energy cut through the air like a ray of light.

Chwaaaaaaaak!

With a sound like tearing a bolt of silk, Jang Min jumped into the human barrier and began to swing his claws as if dancing. In the dark night, a red mist of blood rose.

The martial artists of Changwang, who were rushing towards Jang Min, stopped involuntarily at the sight.

“M-monster-like…”

Demon.

A word that had now become a mockery.

But those here had no choice but to understand. Why the Three Kings faction had oppressed and tried to kill off those weak demons.

“D-don’t back down! The Changwang is watching!”

And that fear was quickly swept away by the greater fear that the name Changwang gave.

“Uaaaaaaaaaa!”

“Kill them all!”

The martial artists of the Changwang faction, with fierce killing intent in their eyes, began to charge towards Jang Min at an even faster speed.

Chwaaaak!

The bodies of those who charged in an instant were cut in half and rolled on the ground, but those who were charging trampled on the corpses of their comrades and charged at Jang Min again and again.

“Come on! Dogs of Changwang!”

Jang Min smiled even more cruelly as he watched the martial artists of Changwang, foaming at the mouth, rush towards him. His eyes began to be increasingly tainted with madness.

“Hmm…”

Weegins smiled wryly as he watched the two people rampaging.

‘It’s chilling just watching from behind.’

Anyway, they were people he absolutely didn’t want to turn into enemies. The level of martial arts was a secondary issue. Compared to that blatant madness, that is.

“But this is a situation where I have to step in.”

His hand slowly began to trace the air.

A hand filled with mana began to create bizarre and complex patterns in the air. His fingertips turned, turned again, and turned once more in the air before a large circular magic circle was completed.

“Burn!”

Weegins stretched out both hands and placed them on the magic circle.

Woo woo woo!

The magic circle began to resonate, and soon, it turned into a large flame, rising high as if to pierce the sky.

“Euchya!”

As Weegins heavily stretched out his hand, the burning flames burst out and created a large wall of fire behind them.

Weegins turned his head to check the wall of fire and nodded.

‘Good.’

If this flame were unleashed on the enemy, it might kill many people.

But that was it.

Unless he had the time to recharge his magic power, the maximum number of large-scale spells he could cast was only two at most.

He couldn’t waste that precious magic on killing just a few dozen people.

“With this, you don’t have to worry about the rear.”

It was better to move strategically.

Even if he reduced the direction the enemy was pushing in by half, it would be three times easier.

However, they wouldn’t give up completely either. There would always be those who would attempt a special attack even if their bodies were on fire.

Weegins turned his head to look at Hongwang.

“Your injuries seem to be deep.”

Hongwang silently turned to look at Weegins. His gaze briefly went to the prosthetic hand before returning to Weegins’ face.

“How about it? If Hongwang were to take charge of the rear, it would be a little easier, wouldn’t it?”

“Take charge of the rear?”

“Yes.”

Hongwang chuckled.

“Western martial artist, your abilities are certainly outstanding. But you still don’t understand.”

“…What do you mean?”

“I am Hongwang.”

Hongwang’s voice boomed.

“Although I am in a position to beg for my life from you, I cannot abandon my pride.”

With those words, Hongwang turned his body and walked forward. Between Bator and Jang Min, who had taken positions on the left and right. Hongwang, who had walked to the center, clenched his fist and his eyes shone.

“Come! Dogs of Changwang!”

His body began to emit a golden aura.

Too brilliant, too sublime.

Golden power gathered in Hongwang’s right hand. Hongwang unleashed his right fist without hesitation.

Woo woo woo woo!

With a movement that was free of any unnecessary frills, a golden fist aura that illuminated the world fell into the blue sea.

Then…

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!

With an explosion that seemed to tear the ears, those who were charging were literally scattered into dust.

The power of those who had transcended humanity was poured out on the martial artists of the Changwang faction again and again.

Blood ate death, and death devoured humans.

The battlefield of martial artists.

In the battlefield of martial artists where common sense held its breath and order lost its power, monsters who had transcended humanity began to run wild.