Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 1772

Why were they fighting?

What was the reason to endure this pain and continue fighting?

Such thoughts had already vanished from his mind.

Mechanically, he blocked attacks, instinctively swinging his sword.

He evaded the fist aimed at his weak spot and swung his sword with all his might toward his opponent’s neck.

All that remained was a beast-like instinct.

No, that wasn’t quite right.

No beast would fight risking its life. For a beast, fighting is merely a means of survival, not an end in itself.

Humans.

Only humans would disregard their own lives and crave victory.

Just like Kang Jin-ho and Changwang right now.

Goooh…

Changwang half-opened his eyes, like a high-ranking monk in meditation. [Monks often meditate with their eyes partially open.]

Between his hands, gathered in front of his dantian [an area below the navel believed to be the center of energy], a pure white, almost transparent inner force gathered and gathered.

Condensation.

The gathered inner force condensed and condensed again. He drew out not only his remaining inner force but also his innate energy.

As if he would pour all his remaining life into it.

The vast inner force, like an endless sea, gathered endlessly into a small space that could barely be encompassed by two hands.

The final blow.

If he were to lose, nothing would remain anyway. Then, there was no reason not to bet everything on this one blow. Changwang, having drawn out every last bit of energy, even the last breath he could take, condensed and condensed his energy.

Crack.

His hands, unable to withstand the recoil of the energy, were crushed up to his elbows, but Changwang’s expression did not change in the slightest.

He was betting everything on this.

Everything!

And Kang Jin-ho was no different.

The magical power, squeezed out as if drawing out the last drop of his soul, surged into his sword.

Crack.

The Red Tear, unable to withstand the burden of the long battle and the excessive influx of inner force, began to crack.

But Kang Jin-ho was not even aware of that fact.

The concentration he had pushed to the limit and the extreme battle he had never experienced before pulled him into a different dimension than before.

He drew out every last bit of energy from every cell in his body.

His gaze and all his senses were focused solely on Changwang. As if only the two of them existed in this world.

And then, at some point.

Their wide-open eyes met in the air.

Hate, anger, hostility.

There was no emotion in their eyes. Now, all those things were meaningless.

They were only focused on defeating the other.

“Haa…”

With a low sigh-like sound, Changwang’s hand slowly extended forward.

At the same time….

Woo woo woo woo!

The energy gathered in front of his dantian began to vibrate on its own. The energy, condensed and condensed again, looked like a bead. The energy, which shone with an indescribable light as if it were a world in itself, emitted a dazzling glow.

And with it, came the collapse.

The energy, which had been condensed in perfect balance, began to crack. The energy, pushed to its limit, burst forth in an instant, as if announcing the beginning of the world, and erupted with terrifying force.

It seemed that nothing could maintain its form in the face of that energy explosion.

It was different from any other martial art.

The manipulation of all evils.

At the very last moment, Changwang had once again surpassed his limits. A martial art that he himself had not yet established was completed, starting with its form.

A river that flows majestically can even change the terrain, but a stream of water that is ejected with extreme force can even pierce through an iron plate.

The inner force, possessing both pressure and power, returned everything it touched to nothingness.

Kang Jin-ho lowered his gaze as he saw the unprecedented force rushing toward him.

‘Changwang.’

Behind the force that seemed to crush everything, he could see Changwang, withered like an old tree.

He could not fail to recognize the determination contained in this one blow.

The corners of Kang Jin-ho’s mouth twisted.

Had he ever faced such determination in his life?

“Truly…”

Kang Jin-ho grinned, revealing his teeth.

“I feel alive.”

Thump!

Kang Jin-ho’s left foot took a powerful step forward.

“Oooooooooh!”

Kang Jin-ho, screaming at the top of his lungs, charged toward the tidal wave of force, his Red Tear engulfed in blazing demonic energy.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The roar that erupted into the world shook the mountains.

The trees that filled the mountains were all broken, and the warriors of the Changwang faction and the General Assembly, who were watching the scene from afar, were unable to withstand the shock and were blown away like leaves in a typhoon.

“Aaaaaaaah!”

Wiggins grabbed Lee Hyun-soo’s hand as he coughed up blood and was thrown back.

“Kuh!”

But even Wiggins found it difficult to withstand this shock, and he was holding onto the ground with his other hand.

Lee Hyun-soo, who had stopped screaming in pain and was trying to take a breath, grabbed his neck with his remaining hand.

‘I can’t….’

He couldn’t breathe.

The shockwave created by the clash of the two had pushed away all the air in the area.

But even that shocking situation did not surprise Lee Hyun-soo. His gaze was solely focused on the clash of the two.

‘Who won?’

A storm of energy was raging before his eyes. Black and white energies swirled together, as if trying to devour each other.

He could not see who was standing inside with his eyes.

‘Please!’

Lee Hyun-soo prayed with all the earnestness of his life.

‘The Guild Leader will not lose!’

With his crude imagination, he could not even imagine the scene of that man falling. Kang Jin-ho would never lose.

And then….

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The air that had been pushed away by the shock rushed back into the completely empty space. A storm of wind so immense that the word ‘wind’ was meaningless.

It felt like his body was being crushed by the wind.

In that strong wind, Lee Hyun-soo saw it.

The energy that had been swirling and raging as if good and evil were fighting each other on the last day of the world, suddenly subsided.

Lee Hyun-soo’s eyes widened.

Who!

Who won?

The wind subsided.

The land, which had been flattened and changed in shape, revealed its appearance.

And then….

The figures of the two men, standing alone on that land, were painfully etched into Lee Hyun-soo’s eyes.

Drop.

Deep silence.

In the heavy and heavy silence, where not a single breath or wind could be heard, only the sound of blood droplets falling to the ground could be heard clearly.

Too loud and clear.

Drop.

The crushed fingertips of Kang Jin-ho.

The blood that flowed down the handle of the sword lost its way and flowed down to the ground. There was nothing left where the blade of the sword, where the blood should have flowed, used to be.

The Red Tear, which had fought countless battles with Kang Jin-ho for a long time, could no longer withstand it and shattered into pieces.

But the problem was not the broken sword.

Kang Jin-ho’s appearance was hard to call human.

His chest, where flesh had been torn away, revealed white bones. The hand that held the sword was so crushed that it was difficult to recognize its original shape, and blood gushed out with every breath from his long, torn neck.

Torn lips and shattered hair.

It was an injury that made it more strange that he was still alive.

“Hoo…”

A rough breath escaped from Kang Jin-ho’s mouth.

Lee Hyun-soo, seeing that sight, trembled without realizing it.

He had never seen it before.

That appearance of Kang Jin-ho.

The sight of Kang Jin-ho, who was not injured but was staggering as if he would collapse at any moment because he could not even support his own body, was too unfamiliar to him.

On the other hand….

There were no visible wounds on Changwang’s body.

However, the fact that there were no wounds did not mean that he was fine.

Unlike Kang Jin-ho, Changwang was standing upright. But the word ‘upright’ might not be appropriate for that appearance.

He looked like he would crumble.

It was a strange thing to say about a person, but anyone who saw Changwang’s appearance now would have to agree.

Kang Jin-ho was bleeding, but Changwang looked like not a single drop of water would come out even if you cut him open and squeezed him.

Skin that looked like it would crumble into powder if you just touched it with your finger.

The muscles that had filled his body were gone, and his body, which looked like it only had skin attached to his bones, was somehow standing upright.

The black, long hair had turned into white hair that looked like it would break off strand by strand, and his face, which had always been full of confidence, was so grotesquely withered that it was impossible to recognize his expression.

How much had he poured out?

How much did he have to bet to become like that?

Regardless of victory or defeat, the martial artists who watched the scene could not help but pay their respects to that sight.

The battle between the strongest beings on earth, who had bet everything, had finally reached its end.

“Hoo.”

Kang Jin-ho took a step forward.

Then….

Thud.

Kang Jin-ho fell forward as his broken ankle twisted.

“Heu…”

Kang Jin-ho, who had fallen to the ground, twisted his mouth and pushed himself up with his trembling arms.

Even without mentioning his broken ankle, it seemed that there was no strength left in his legs to support his body, but Kang Jin-ho somehow managed to get up without falling.

Then, he took a step toward Changwang.

Changwang looked at Kang Jin-ho with his half-opened eyes. He was not resigned, nor had he lost his will. It was just that there was nothing else he could do with a body that had been drained of everything.

Step.

Kang Jin-ho finally stood in front of Changwang.

They were two people who had surpassed their limits, but Kang Jin-ho still had the strength to move his body, while Changwang had almost no strength left to breathe in and out.

Even if he was left alone, Changwang would slowly die.

But that was not the proper respect for an opponent who had fought with all his might.

Thud.

The Red Tear, with only the handle remaining, fell from Kang Jin-ho’s hand. Kang Jin-ho quietly clenched his almost crushed fist.

His lips, where even the blood had dried, slowly opened, and a voice that sounded like scraping metal escaped from his parched vocal cords.

“You… were strong.”

Changwang’s eyes twitched at those words.

Changwang, opening his eyes with all his might, opened his mouth. Just opening his mouth caused the skin around his mouth to crumble and fall to the ground.

“…ho.”

A voice that could barely be heard.

But Changwang struggled to move his mouth as if he would burn all his remaining life.

“…Jin-ho.”

Kang Jin-ho’s sunken eyes met Changwang’s unfocused eyes.

Finally….

A voice filled with his last strength escaped from Changwang’s mouth.

“…I won…”

“I…”

The corners of Changwang’s mouth formed a grotesque curve that could not be called a smile.

“…I… won.”

At that very moment.

Kang Jin-ho’s head slowly turned to the side.

At the same time, Kang Jin-ho saw it.

The one who had appeared next to him and Changwang.

A man wearing a black robe that was so dark that it felt eerie.

The areas exposed under his clothes were all wrapped in black bandages. Everything, including his hands, feet, and even his face.

In the extreme blackness, the only part with a different color was the white eyes that were revealed between the bandages.

Kang Jin-ho looked at him without saying a word.

He didn’t even notice someone appearing right next to him?

This is….

“…Let me… introduce… you.”

The corners of Changwang’s mouth formed a complete smile.

“Black… King. The one who will send you… to hell.”

Kang Jin-ho’s blood began to run cold.