Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 2015

Kwon Seong was an upright man.

It was a very crude way to describe a person, but it was difficult to express Kwon Seong in any other way.

As the successor of the Cheonroe School, a one-lineage sect [a sect that only allows one person to inherit its martial arts], he entered the martial world at the age of twenty and built up numerous feats of chivalry.

His fist always existed to protect the weak and to punish the wicked who disturbed the world.

He had brought countless villains to their knees.

He had crushed countless demons with his own hands.

For decades, he had always fought for the weak in low places. Before long, the grand title of Subduing Demon, Venerating Saint (伏魔奉聖) was bestowed upon him.

There are countless people who claim to be righteous.

Those who have heard the name of a chivalrous person are not uncommon in the history of the martial world.

However, it is rare for someone to practice chivalry throughout their life and remain in low places until the end.

That is why he was called Kwon Seong (Venerating Saint).

Thud!

Kwon Seong took a firm step forward.

Like the trajectory of his life, his martial arts were also upright.

The martial arts he had built up steadily without any tricks descended upon his body. The power of his stepping foot was fully loaded, and the fist flew straight towards the Blood Demon.

Not excessive like Hong Wang or Bator, but magnificent compared to practicalists like Pa Kwon!

Neither lacking nor excessive, the power that kept the middle way rushed towards the Blood Demon.

“Hmph!”

The Blood Demon’s body drew up blood energy. Blue veins popped out on his face, and his eyes turned red.

At the same time, crimson smoke flowed out of his mouth like a cloud.

This is why.

Humans are beings swayed by sight. The appearance they must face when drawing upon the unique martial arts of the Blood Cult is clearly related to their long history of persecution. Because it is a form that anyone can only call a monster.

But….

The funny thing is that no one in the Blood Cult wants their martial arts to manifest in this form.

The form of martial arts is not something that can be controlled by a person’s will. Just as Kang Jin-ho does not take on the form of a demon to intimidate people, the Blood Demon does not want to take on this appearance either.

It is simply the most appropriate form for manifesting his own martial arts.

The blood energy flowing from his entire body becomes a red curtain, surging.

A river dyed red?

Or living, moving blood?

There is no sight to compare it to. It was a sight that did not exist in a world where the wind blows, water flows downwards, and the sun rises.

It was as if blood the size of a house had its own life and was moving on its own. It was thick, sticky, and dense.

The surging blood swallowed the flying power.

Crack!

Like a thick cloth wrapping around a piercing rod, the red blood wrapped around the rushing power.

Then, the magnificent power disappeared as if it had never existed. As if the red blood had devoured the power.

“Hmm!”

Kwon Seong’s face slightly hardened.

‘It hasn’t changed.’

It doesn’t mean that he is familiar with that martial art.

Although he has faced the Blood Cult several times, this is the first time he has seen that martial art.

What hasn’t changed is not the martial art but the strangeness. It is clearly a martial art that originated from the same root in the Central Plains. How could its principles be different? However, the martial arts of the Blood Cult had a strangeness that scratched at people’s insides the moment they saw it.

“Foul!”

Kwon Seong unleashed a lion’s roar as he watched the wave of blood rushing towards him.

The martial arts of the Cheonroe School are martial arts that contain lightning energy.

Basically, lightning energy (雷氣) and fire energy (火氣) are the natural enemies of evil energy (邪氣). Befitting the name of Subduing Demon, Venerating Saint, the thunderous power, filled with the energy of destroying evil, struck the approaching blood-colored wave.

“Kuh!”

The Blood Demon’s eyes turn even redder.

He doesn’t know if this tingling sensation all over his body is due to the lightning energy or the energy of destroying evil. The only thing certain is that the man’s martial arts are his natural enemy.

‘It’s ridiculous.’

There is no reason to confront him.

Confronting those who carry the banner of subduing demons and destroying evil means death for them. The fate of his ancestors was always the same.

However, humans find answers in failure.

The answer the Blood Cult found certainly existed. However, that answer was not about breaking their martial arts, but simply not confronting them. The problem was that they used their secrecy to escape.

Normally, the Blood Demon would have flown away the moment their hands touched. No matter the situation, he could get himself out of it. That was how the Blood Cult had survived until now.

But now, the Blood Demon stood firm on the ground.

‘It’s an uncharacteristic thing to do.’

Why?

Knowing this, why is he doing this? Why?

“What are you trying to do in this era?”

It was a question he had asked Kang Jin-ho in the past.

“This is the current era. No matter who you are, you cannot fight against a nation. Martial arts are too weak to face science. But you… no, what are you thinking, learning martial arts and trying to oppose the nation in this era?”

The Black King’s question is old-fashioned. It was already a conversation between Kang Jin-ho and the Blood Demon. If you could call it a conversation.

Kang Jin-ho’s answer to that question was still etched in his mind like a brand.

“Don’t be mistaken. I’m not interested in that. The era will flow on its own. I’m not someone who carries the era on my shoulders, nor am I someone who creates the future for martial artists. My principle is simple. I kill anyone who touches me.”

“Hehehehehe.”

A low laugh escaped from the Blood Demon’s lips.

‘What a liar.’

The one who said that ended up leading the Blood Demons and standing in this place. The self-centered demon who declared that he would neither carry the era nor open the future for martial artists was doing something that didn’t suit him.

It was ridiculous. What kind of uncharacteristic behavior was that?

But even so, the Blood Demon could not laugh at Kang Jin-ho.

Because the Blood Cult members were clearly among those whom Kang Jin-ho was trying to protect.

“So, stop talking about loyalty and such nonsense. I have never asked you for such things. In the first place, all those who belong to the demonic, whether they are from the Blood Cult or the Demonic Cult, are mine.”

Kang Jin-ho would not know.

How much comfort that arrogant remark gave the Blood Demon.

After that, Kang Jin-ho never asked the Blood Cult members for anything.

He had never even pushed the Blood Demon, who carried them, into a mission that required him to risk his life.

Yet, he does not persecute them.

Yet, he does not call them useless and spit on them.

That was too obvious.

But the Blood Cult members had been thirsty for that obvious thing for hundreds of years.

For some in the world, freedom is as natural as breathing, but even at that moment, others risk their lives to feel freedom with their fingertips.

Crack!

The Blood Demon, clenching his fist, emitted streaks of red blood light from his eyes.

‘Run away?’

Where to?

Where to go?

The Blood Demon put a self-deprecating smile on his lips.

A beast that has once felt the warmth of a home can never return to the fields. One who has left a trace of warmth in their heart will eventually be eliminated even if they go out into the fields of their own will.

But what’s wrong with that?

Those who discuss the romance of the fields are those who have not felt the coldness of the fields. Those who discuss the wildness of roaming the fields are those who do not know what the cruelty of the fields is.

The Blood Demon knows.

What he will face if he runs away from this place.

The place is, after all, that cold field.

If he goes back to the fields, he and those who follow him will never be able to find this comfort again anywhere in the world.

“It’s absurd.”

This is, for him, the ultimate escape.

It is nothing less than an evasion from the world.

“To fight in order to run away!”

The blood energy he emitted swirled like a storm.

The power that Subduing Demon, Venerating Saint unleashed towards the rising wave of red blood energy flew like lightning that cuts through a storm and struck.

Kwarurururung!

With a deafening roar of thunder, the exploding lightning tore through the blood energy and embedded itself in the Blood Demon’s body.

Powwwww!

With a sound like beating a leather drum, the Blood Demon’s shoulder literally exploded. As if his body was made of liquid, his shoulder, struck by the lightning, turned into a handful of blood and gushed out.

However, the Blood Demon, as if such pain was nothing to him, walked forward with a blank face, narrowing the distance with Kwon Seong.

“You!”

Kwon Seong stepped forward again and unleashed his power.

The white inner energy that exploded, dyeing his whole body white, gathered in his fist and then shot out in an instant.

What symbolizes lightning is its power and speed.

No matter how great the evil arts are, there is no way to deal with the power that flies at such an absurd speed.

Kwarurururung!

The power that flew through the air tore through the blood energy that the Blood Demon had released once again and embedded itself in his leg.

Powwwww!

Is it broken? Torn? Or crushed?

No. It’s not at that level.

The area below the Blood Demon’s knee, struck by the power, exploded instantly and turned into a handful of blood.

The Blood Demon’s body staggered as if it would collapse and leaned forward greatly.

It was a situation where anyone could see that Kwon Seong had gained a perfect victory. White lightning energy soared from Kwon Seong’s entire body, reaching the ceiling of the hangar.

And at that moment!

“Haaaaaaaap!”

Kwaaaang!

Kwon Seong did not continue his attack, but suddenly let out a loud lion’s roar and stomped on the floor.

“Did you think such an obvious trick would work on me!”

He shouted at the Blood Demon.

But strangely, his gaze was not on the staggering Blood Demon, but behind the curtain of blood that was flickering as if it would disappear at any moment.

And….

“Hmm.”

The injured Blood Demon’s body crumbled like powder. Even at that bizarre death, Kwon Seong did not bat an eye. His gaze was solely fixed on the flickering curtain of blood.

“So you do have a brain.”

At that moment, the surging waves of blood sank to the floor, and the Blood Demon, unharmed, appeared from within.

Looking at that figure, Kwon Seong spoke in an incomparably magnificent voice.

“The evil arts of the Blood Cult do not work on us. Evil arts are just evil arts.”

“Foolish one. You have no chance of winning. Evil arts cannot harm me. And you haven’t forgotten, have you? That there was a Blood King among the Twelve Evils.”

The Blood Demon’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

“I have seen the most powerful leader of the Blood Cult. What can you do?”

Upon hearing those words, the Blood Demon’s eyes sank deeply.

“Is the Blood King dead?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“That’s a shame.”

“…What did you say?”

The Blood Demon slowly licked his lips with his tongue.

“If the Blood King were alive, I would have torn him apart myself. In the most painful way in the world.”

“Evil arts don’t work?” A sneer appeared on the Blood Demon’s lips.

“You were just punching the air like a madman, and now you’re talking big with your mouth. You will die without even knowing how you die.”

Red smoke billowed from the Blood Demon’s hands.