Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 1662

Hong Wang’s face contorted.

‘Demon King.’

He’s strong.

Of course, the enemies Kang Jin-ho is currently facing are, from the perspective of Hong Wang or Kang Jin-ho, nothing more than small fry. Even at Kang Jin-ho’s previous level, he would have had no difficulty crushing such opponents.

However, Hong Wang couldn’t help but be thrilled by the martial prowess Kang Jin-ho was now displaying.

How many more people he would defeat, how much faster and more violently he would sweep away the enemies.

None of that was important.

What mattered was the level Kang Jin-ho had reached.

A demonic energy so thick it was suffocating.

The demonic energy that permeated the space made Hong Wang’s body react involuntarily.

Crack.

Hong Wang clenched his fist without realizing it.

‘This was it.’

His whole body trembled.

A strange sensation, as if excitement and fear were mixed in equal parts.

Hong Wang was thrilled by this sensation, which he hadn’t felt in a long time.

It was the same in the past.

The Kang Jin-ho of the past also made him tremble. This was a sensation slightly different from the level of martial arts.

A peculiar sense of elation that could only be felt from a nemesis who must be defeated.

That elation was now fixing Hong Wang’s eyes on Kang Jin-ho’s back.

Twitch.

Hong Wang flinched without realizing it.

The sudden burst of energy, the gushing demonic energy, even made him tense.

‘Two times, or maybe three times?’

It couldn’t be measured.

Comparing the Kang Jin-ho who fought him in the past to the current Kang Jin-ho was meaningless. Comparison only makes sense when things are similar.

The current Kang Jin-ho was a completely different person from the Kang Jin-ho of the past.

Hong Wang had anticipated this situation back then.

He knew that if the Demon King was left unchecked, he would become impossibly strong. He believed that if he tried to paint the world in his colors, the Demon King would eventually become the biggest obstacle.

But he was right, and also wrong.

He had expected Kang Jin-ho to become stronger. But even Hong Wang had not anticipated that Kang Jin-ho would become this strong in such a short time.

Hong Wang’s face twisted strangely.

Uncontrollable rage, uncontrollable fear, and uncontrollable excitement.

Considering his position and goals, this situation should be taken seriously. But at this moment, Hong Wang was clearly excited by the power his nemesis was emitting.

‘I’m an unavoidable martial artist, after all.’

He tried to be aware of his position as the head of the Hong Wang clan, but his blood inevitably boiled. It meant that his identity as a martial artist was much greater than his identity as the head of the Hong Wang clan.

‘Hoo.’

Hong Wang let out a rough breath.

His eyes were fixed on Kang Jin-ho’s back, unable to look away.

A ripple spread.

Zhangjiakou, dyed a deep, dark blue like the deep sea, was greatly shaken.

The warriors of the Chang Wang clan, who had been lined up in an orderly fashion like a calm sea, surged like rough waves.

‘What, what is it!’

‘Don’t push, you bastards!’

‘What’s going on up front?’

Those who faced Kang Jin-ho’s intrusion lost their minds and began to flee. The flow of events reversed, people became entangled, and fear began to spread rapidly.

But while that was only natural for those who could see Kang Jin-ho’s presence, it was just a sudden change for those who were caught in the crowd and couldn’t see him.

The minds that had been shaken by the eerie energy that had erupted from somewhere were pushed forward before they could even recover. They tried to resist, but they couldn’t stop the momentum.

Only then did everyone realize that something was wrong.

The number of people pushing forward was equal to, or even greater than, the number behind them. Completely surrounded from the front and back, a massive wave of people swept over them.

‘Aaaaaaah!’

‘N-Nooooooo!’

People began to grab and trample each other as they huddled together.

And Kang Jin-ho was like a wolf that had jumped into that herd of madly rampaging sheep.

The only difference was that his black teeth were far more violent and sharp than a wolf’s.

And that his black belly would never stop, even when full.

Swoosh!

With a sound like tearing through silk, human bodies were torn apart like toys and scattered in all directions.

Splash.

Each time he stepped, the blood pooled on the floor splashed up.

Kang Jin-ho’s eyes glowed red.

Blood dripped down along his tear ducts and cheekbones.

He was tearing apart the fleeing enemies, his whole body covered in demonic energy, but Kang Jin-ho’s mind was colder than ever.

‘Is it this way?’

The Kang Jin-ho of the past would have lost his mind by now, obsessed with killing everything in sight. But the current Kang Jin-ho was watching the fleeing people, feeling their flow.

Who was terrified, who was trying to resist.

Therefore, the choice was not difficult.

Swoosh!

The red blade cut through the air again.

The waists of those who were still in awkward stances, unable to let go of their will to resist, were severed, and blood gushed from the cut surfaces.

And that horrific sight was enough to fill the hearts of those who watched with fear.

Even a herd of hundreds of wild bulls would start a mad stampede because of a single lion, and even a herd of thousands of sheep would lose their minds and flee at the sight of a single wolf.

That was the realm of instinct, not reason.

If thousands were gathered, they could somehow deal with one person. But if the power of each individual differed exponentially, that logic no longer applied.

Who would try to win at the cost of their own death?

If one’s head was full of impulse and a knife was pointed at their back, a person would move forward even knowing death. A human consumed by the madness of the battlefield would momentarily forget about death.

But forgetting death was impossible here.

Death was right before their eyes, how could they ignore that vivid death?

The fighting spirit disappeared from the minds of those who felt death before their eyes. They even forgot about the knives stabbing them in the back. All that remained was one instinct: to get away from that thing at all costs.

Kang Jin-ho curled up the corners of his mouth as he watched them run, crawl, and struggle to escape.

Cha Yi-keo widened his eyes.

‘T-This?’

‘The massive numbers and dense ranks have become a poison,’ Lee Hyun-soo scoffed coldly beside him.

Chang Wang’s plan was very simple.

Wave attack.

Kang Jin-ho and the council members were, after all, human. No matter how skilled they were, as humans, they would have physical limitations. So, the plan was to attack and attack without giving them a chance to recover their stamina, turning them into rags before he himself would finish them off.

Three things were needed for this.

One was an overwhelming number.

The other was an abnormally dense and packed formation that would not give the enemy any openings.

And the last, and most important, was the fighting spirit and discipline to keep charging forward without stopping, even if their comrades in front were turning into meat.

What Kang Jin-ho did was very simple.

He took away their fighting spirit and instilled fear in them.

Then, the overwhelming numbers and abnormally dense ranks would become a poison, engulfing them. Just like what was happening now.

‘But even so…’

Lee Hyun-soo narrowed his eyes.

Would this result have happened if it was the Kang Jin-ho of the past?

Lee Hyun-soo nodded.

‘The result wouldn’t have been different.’

But it wouldn’t have been as clean as this. It would have required more blood, more death, and more time.

But the current Kang Jin-ho had created the most ideal situation with just two or three sword strikes.

The Kang Jin-ho of the past would have simply swept away everything in sight with a single breakthrough, but the current Kang Jin-ho was accurately targeting the enemy’s weak points.

‘He really has reason.’

Lee Hyun-soo curled up the corners of his mouth.

Lee Hyun-soo had been curious about what kind of results it would bring if Kang Jin-ho had reason in battle. Change was not synonymous with development.

No, sometimes even development could bring worse results than before.

But Kang Jin-ho had completely washed away Lee Hyun-soo’s concerns.

All that was left was….

‘What are you doing!’

Lee Hyun-soo shouted.

‘If the Clan Lord has created the flow, you have to roll with it! Don’t just stand there, fight!’

The council members looked back at Lee Hyun-soo with sullen eyes.

‘That bastard…’

‘We need to kill him once.’

But since Lee Hyun-soo’s words were not wrong, the council members also shut their mouths and began to chase after the fleeing warriors of the Chang Wang clan.

Admiration could wait. First, they had to fight.

‘Hwaaaaaaaap!’

Bator charged like a cannonball, slamming his shoulder into the backs of the fleeing people.

Crash!

Those who collided with his body were flung in all directions like bowling pins. But they wouldn’t have felt any pain. The moment they collided, their whole bodies were crushed, so they would have lost consciousness before they could feel any pain.

Bator, his eyes dyed red, roared as if he had been inspired by Kang Jin-ho, and began to sweep through the surroundings like a storm.

‘Kuhahahahahaha! Follow the Demon Lord!’

It was the same for Jang Min. Wiggins’ face was also flushed.

Even Bang Jin-hoon, who had been focusing on defense, was now punching with a red face, focusing solely on offense.

Even Hong Wang was rampaging with a completely different momentum than usual.

There was no way for the ordinary warriors of the Chang Wang clan to stop those who had gained momentum.

Then?

‘Stop! You devilish bastard!’

Leaping over the fleeing warriors, a man with an unusual aura that was obvious at a glance stood in front of Kang Jin-ho.

‘I am Zhou Yang, the leader of the Chang Wang’s direct Taicheongdan…’

Zhou Yang, who had been raising his voice with great momentum, stopped speaking.

‘What is it?’

It seemed like he had seen something flash for a moment….

Zhou Yang widened his eyes.

Trickle.

A drop of red blood slowly flowed down his forehead. Then, a long vertical line appeared on his body, following that drop of blood.

The line that started from the crown of his head cut through his face, passed through his neck and chest, and eventually reached his groin.

‘W-When?’

Unfortunately, his thoughts could not continue.

Swoosh!

His body split in half, bouncing to the left and right. The spilled intestines and blood were scattered messily on the floor.

Squish!

Kang Jin-ho continued his steps, stepping on the blood and intestines.

Kang Jin-ho, who had swung his red blade and sprayed blood, curled up the corners of his mouth.

‘Small fry.’

The demonic energy that surrounded him surged.

The demonic energy, which had been greedily devouring blood, began to urge Kang Jin-ho, as if it was not enough.

He straightened his back and looked up at the sky.

The black sky was clearly visible in his eyes.

Kang Jin-ho, having confirmed the sky, slowly lowered his head.

His gaze stopped at a certain place.

There, Chang Wang was looking at him with a stiff face.

Kang Jin-ho burst out laughing.

‘You should laugh, Chang Wang.’

Because after today, you won’t be able to laugh anymore.