Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 1910

Kuuuung!

He was sent flying.

Bator’s body slammed into the ground, twitching violently. The faces of the directors watching him also hardened.

‘The difference…’

‘Clearly, the difference in inner power isn’t that great.’

Bator’s inner power was on par with Jangmin, who had accumulated it for hundreds of years. Although they were figures from the past, the time they had spent accumulating inner power in their new bodies was only a hundred years. The difference wasn’t as significant as expected.

‘Strength?’

‘Bator is overwhelmingly stronger.’

‘The speed wasn’t that different either.’

In other words, in terms of raw physical ability, Bator was actually ahead of the Twelve Divine Blades.

‘But…’

‘Is the difference really this big?’

In terms of the skill to wield that body, there was a difference as vast as that between a child and an adult, or even more.

Something they couldn’t grasp when facing Baek Yeonhong.

Only then did everyone there realize a blatant fact once again.

They were the ones who had dominated an era in the past.

In other words, they were the ones who had defeated everyone in that era. In that time when more martial artists fought fiercely than in the current era, they too must have fought against those who were faster, those with stronger inner power, and those with greater strength than themselves.

They were the ones who had defeated all of them and reached a place where there was nowhere else to go.

‘Vast experience and tremendous control.’

This wasn’t an area that could be caught up with simply by becoming stronger or having more inner power.

‘Is it still so far?’

Just as Wiggins’ face was about to harden.

“Serves you right.”

Jangmin looked at Bator with a mocking gaze.

Seeing that face, Wiggins relaxed his hardening body.

Although the two often bickered, if Bator were truly in danger, Jangmin would never speak like that. He would probably have rushed to save Bator before anything else.

“Technique or control…”

Jangmin said in a cold voice.

“It’s natural for the opponent to have something better than me. In the first place, you can’t even fight someone who is better than you in everything.”

“A battle is about striking the opponent’s weakness with my strength.”

His voice spread softly.

“There’s no need to try to catch up with the opponent’s strengths. In the end, it’s enough to just win.”

Wiggins realized then.

This wasn’t meant for him.

This was meant for Bator, who was now collapsed on the ground. Bator, as if understanding that fact, gripped the ground.

“Huu…”

Shaking, Bator raised his upper body and glared at Jangmin.

“Lectures…”

“Hmph.”

“I already know.”

Thud!

Bator kicked off the ground and stood up.

Seeing that, Nangon frowned.

‘He took so many hits.’

His staff had struck Bator’s face several times, piercing through his heavy defense. After being hit that much, one would usually not be able to get up again, but the color was already returning to Bator’s face.

Terrifying recovery.

From the start, his body itself was far beyond normal standards.

‘External martial arts…’

Living as a wanderer, he had inevitably met many who had learned crude external martial arts, but he had never seen anyone who had mastered external martial arts to this extent. Not even in the era he lived in.

There are no third-rate or first-rate martial arts. There is only a difference in how one learns them.

Bator was now showing that obvious truth with his body.

“Striking weaknesses with strengths… Yes, that is certainly close to the truth.”

“But…”

“You seem to be mistaken, that saying applies to me as well. If it’s hard to understand…”

Nangon’s eyes flashed.

“I have no choice but to make you understand with your body!”

At that moment, Bator took the initiative and threw a punch.

“Oooooooo!”

Power.

The power, drawing in even demonic energy, blazed and shot towards Nangon. But before that power could even reach him, Nangon’s body disappeared from that spot as if it had been extinguished.

‘Where!’

Below!

Lowering his body, Nangon rushed in below the power. His shoulder, positioned at the highest point, was so close that it seemed to graze the power.

The minimum distance.

He dodged the power without any waste, flying as if sweeping the floor.

Even though it was something he had seen once before, it was a footwork that made one involuntarily utter the word ‘amazing’.

Nangon’s strength didn’t come from the staff he wielded. He was someone who had experienced countless battles and returned alive from an unbelievable number of battlefields. The martial arts he had built up were literally the martial arts of the battlefield.

It was a martial art specialized in minimizing waste and defeating opponents with minimal force.

But Bator wasn’t foolish either.

Paat! Paat! Paaaat!

The power that had been delivering tremendous force in a single blow changed its operation. The short, sharp punches poured down on Nangon like a machine gun.

Although they were short and sharp, the power, based on immense inner and external strength, contained enough force in each blow to crush a trained body.

Kwang!

Nangon’s foot kicked off the ground as he rushed in. With that single motion, Nangon’s knee loosened, completely dissipating the speed he had built up in his body.

Kaang!

He deflected the incoming power with his staff.

Usually, the opponent would also create a wall of power with dozens or hundreds of strikes, but Nangon’s method was different.

His staff was swung simply, deflecting each incoming power.

It was an astonishing level of concentration and speed.

Thud!

And that wasn’t all.

Nangon, who had been deflecting Bator’s power in place, took a step forward.

Then another step, and another.

Nangon’s body, which had been gradually gaining speed, soon began to run. He deflected all the power that poured down on his body like rain, while also gaining tremendous speed.

It was an incredible sight.

In an instant, Nangon closed the distance to right in front of Bator.

“Haha!”

Seeing that, Bator’s eyes flickered as if they were filled with madness.

His heart was pounding as if it would burst.

The body that had taken the hits ached as if it would be crushed, but a pleasure greater than that spread from his tailbone to his entire body.

An area he had never set foot in before.

The battle in the uncharted territory of a fight between superhumans was enough to excite him to an unprecedented degree.

Thud!

Bator, having withdrawn his outstretched hand, kicked off the ground and took a middle stance.

‘This isn’t it!’

No matter how strongly he unleashed his power, could it be as strong as the Crimson King [a powerful, likely antagonist] ?

No matter how flamboyantly he unleashed his energy, could it be stronger than that Crimson King?

These were the ones who had left the Crimson King in tatters. There was no way that this method would work against them.

Then.

Then what should he do?

‘What is my strength?’

He had forgotten.

Even though he knew, even though he knew so well, he had forgotten and gotten caught up in the moment.

Because he had to catch up.

Because it was impossible with the methods he had used so far.

A drowning person will grab at a straw, and a person adrift in the vast ocean will eventually have to drink salt water.

It was a hundred times better to do something, even if it was impossible, than to sit idly by and die.

But!

He was no longer adrift, nor was he drowning.

What he had to believe in was himself.

His own body!

Gooooooo!

The energy that had been turned outward was drawn back into his body. Then, all the swirling energies began to gather in his skin and muscles. The body, influenced by the black demonic energy, was dyed black, very black.

The perfect body, which was so impressive that it made one gasp, turned black, looking like a black diamond.

Nangon’s eyes also showed a different color as he rushed in.

‘What is this?’

He had never seen anything like this before. Not even he, who had fought in countless battles.

But there was no time to think.

Nangon, swinging his staff as if sweeping the ground, pulled it back just before it touched Bator’s leg. And with that recoil, he spun his body like a top and brought the staff down on Bator’s exposed head.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

His staff struck Bator’s crown precisely.

But at that moment.

‘What!’

It wasn’t the sensation of hitting a human body.

It was the sensation that an untrained person would feel when hitting a solid iron wall with an iron club. His wrist throbbed as if it would burst, and the grip on the staff screamed.

Then….

Kwadudeuk!

Bator’s elbow dug into his exposed side. He managed to twist his body to avoid a direct hit, but there was no way to avoid the elbow touching his body.

Peoooook!

With a dull sound like an iron club hitting a lump of meat, Nangon’s body was sent flying.

But at that moment.

Kuuung!

A roar echoed in the air.

Nangon kicked off the air and charged towards Bator faster than the speed at which he had been sent flying. It was something no one could have predicted.

Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!

The staff in both hands fell on Bator’s entire body as if dancing. Dozens of strikes in the blink of an eye!

The staff was the most basic weapon.

Therefore, it was the most suitable weapon for the basics of attacking by swinging and striking.

It was faster than a knife, stronger than a sword, and more suitable for continuous attacks than a staff.

The dozens of strikes that followed in an instant dyed the surface of the black diamond crimson.

But at that moment.

Thud!

Bator, kicking off the ground as if to break it, ignored the incoming staff and thrust a straight punch.

Nangon, sensing that his life could not be guaranteed the moment he was hit by that black, glossy fist, kicked off the air and pulled his body back.

But at that moment.

“Oooooooo!”

The fist that had been extended opened wide, and Bator pulled his hand back as if grabbing the air. In response, his body charged towards Nangon, who was retreating faster than the fist.

A body slam.

It was an attack he would not have allowed under normal circumstances. But a change of direction in the air was bound to be slower than when on the ground.

“Kuh!”

Nangon, realizing that he couldn’t avoid it, crossed his staff in front of him. And Bator’s shoulder slammed precisely into the point where the staffs crossed.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!

A massive explosion, as if a bomb had been dropped, occurred.

The shockwave swept in all directions, causing a landslide on the mountain, and the world shook as if there had been an earthquake.

And….

In the place where the shock had subsided….

“Cough!”

Nangon, in a disheveled state, propped himself up with his staff.

Blood dripped from his mouth.

“Th-…” Th… Damn it…

His eyes, filled with disbelief and anger, shot across to the other side.

“Huu…”

There, Bator stood like a celestial being and smiled.

“I told you, I’d crush you.”

Blood dripped from his torn forehead and crown, but Bator smiled as if he didn’t care about such things.

“…It’s not that far, not that far.”

“Huu…”

Thud.

Bator’s body collapsed and slammed into the ground.

“What?”

Wiggins’ eyes widened.

Then, Jangmin, who was next to him, let out a deep sigh.

“He got counter-punched. What a moron.”

Jangmin shook his head, seeing the red staff mark on Bator’s jaw.

“That’s why stupid guys are…”

Thud.

He took a step forward and stared directly at Nangon, who was spitting out blood.

“You better be careful.”

Jangmin put on a bizarre smile.

“I don’t go easy on the injured.”

Wiggins thought that the elder was just like his leader.