Descent Of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 471

The dazzling light shot from the shore.

As soon as he saw the light, Bang-sang knew something was wrong.

The light was coming from the sea. There shouldn’t be anyone watching them from the sea right now.

“Weren’t all the boats blocked?”

“They just woke up.”

“Woke up?”

“Yes. They were attacked. They contacted us as soon as they woke up from being knocked out.”

“Damn it…”

Bang-sang bit his lip. This was the worst. In two ways.

One was that their plan was completely ruined, and the other was…

‘Even if it was an attack, they are still Chevaliers [French knights]. But they lost consciousness without putting up a proper fight?’

Was Korea’s power that strong?

If so, it meant everything was wrong from the start.

They left three Chevaliers behind. But that meant there was a force in Korea that could subdue those Chevaliers simultaneously. Without even having time to contact them.

‘Damn it.’

Bang-sang clenched his fist.

If the design was wrong, the building couldn’t be built. They were now facing the worst obstacle.

Before he could even think of a countermeasure, people on the boats began jumping into the sea with splashing sounds.

There were more than one or two boats.

That meant the number of people coming was not small either.

Bang-sang watched the approaching people with a grim face.

A voice, as if muttering, was heard.

‘…Japanese?’

He could clearly understand that. He didn’t know what it meant, but it was definitely Japanese.

But why Japanese here?

Even though this place was right next to Japan, they each had their own languages, so they wouldn’t normally communicate in Japanese.

The question was quickly answered.

The moment the figure hidden in the darkness was revealed, Bang-sang could solve the mystery. The person who appeared was a very typical Japanese.

It was like he had just stepped out of a historical drama.

Although his head wasn’t shaved, the black kimono and the Japanese sword at his waist proved that he was undoubtedly Japanese.

“What are you French doing here?”

Bang-sang was surprised by the fluent French.

The French was coming not from the man at the front, but from the man right behind him.

“You can speak French?”

“That’s the dumbest question in the world. Does what you hear sound like German to you?”

Bang-sang, realizing he had made a slip of the tongue, shut his mouth. Just trying to figure out what was going on was making his head spin.

“I thought you had no countermeasures, but it seems you’ve come up with something. But it’s just weak French guys.”

The man.

Oizumi let out a low sneer.

“Did you think you could solve this situation by joining hands with Westerners? How foolish.”

Bang-sang said blankly.

“What are those guys saying?”

“It seems there’s a misunderstanding.”

Mathieu also had a bad expression, as if he had recognized the situation.

‘Has Japan already moved?’

Then he remembered what Elena had said. Not only her, but others were also monitoring Kang Jin-ho, according to that report.

The situation was so urgent that he hadn’t considered it, but it had come in the worst way.

It wasn’t a situation he could consider. But he should have considered it.

“…Are they also after Kang Jin-ho?”

“It seems so.” Bang-sang turned his head and looked at the departing boat, gritting his teeth.

‘Damn it.’

Chevaliers and Japanese bastards were all gathered on this small island. And Kang Jin-ho was probably there too.

This was the worst of the worst.

Even if they tried to create this situation on purpose, they couldn’t. The worst imaginable scenario was here.

Bang-sang examined the Japanese who were slowly coming ashore.

‘About 50 of them.’

It was a similar number to them.

But they couldn’t be said to have similar power. He didn’t want to admit it, but East Asia was the most competitive place in the martial world. If they were the same number, they couldn’t face the Japanese martial artists.

Even if his pride was hurt, reality was reality.

‘A clash is the worst.’

If they clashed with them, they couldn’t avoid annihilation. Especially on this deserted island where there was nowhere to run.

“I have a proposal.”

After desperately racking his brain, Bang-sang opened his mouth.

“A proposal?”

Oizumi tilted his head.

“It seems there’s a misunderstanding, but we didn’t come here to protect Kang Jin-ho. We came here to kill Kang Jin-ho.”

“You came to kill Kang Jin-ho?”

“That’s right. Our goal is the same as yours. So there’s no need to clash.”

Oizumi looked at Bang-sang with a slightly strange expression, then reported the situation to Saito. After hearing everything, Saito gave an order without even thinking.

Bang-sang watched the scene with a tense look.

‘I have a bad feeling.’

At that moment, Saito’s gaze towards him was not kind at all. All he could do was hope that it wasn’t the worst answer.

“We gratefully accept the proposal.”

“Then?”

“But we refuse.”

Oizumi had a clear sneer on his face.

“This is our territory. It’s a disgrace to our faces to let foreigners wander around in our turf. Even if we miss Kang Jin-ho here, we can’t tolerate such an insult.”

‘Damn it.’

Bang-sang gritted his teeth.

He couldn’t understand the aesthetics of those Easterners at all. Why did they come to that conclusion?

Did they not know what rationality was?

“We are the proud Chevaliers of the Great French Empire. If you decide to fight us, you will have to bear the damage, won’t you?”

“Chevaliers?”

Oizumi shook his head.

“Yes. Shall we see how strong those proud Chevaliers are? If they are at the level of the guys on the shore, I’ll be disappointed. I hope you don’t disappoint us.”

Bang-sang clenched his fist as he watched the Japanese martial artists slowly closing in.

“Are you going to fight Kang Jin-ho and us at the same time?”

“Why not?”

“This is…”

“It seems you’re misunderstanding something. What we were worried about was the situation where Kang Jin-ho had hidden other forces. If it’s just Kang Jin-ho and you guys, we can handle it. So there’s no negotiation. Dying in a foreign land wouldn’t be a bad experience.”

Bang-sang bit his lip.

“You keep saying ‘Samurai, Samurai,’ I’ll break the image that those pathetic weebs have created today. I’ll show you that Easterners can never beat us.”

“That’s interesting.”

Unlike Bang-sang, who was shouting in anger, Oizumi and Saito were full of composure.

They didn’t even have to fight to know.

They instinctively grasped each other’s power, and they knew what the outcome of the fight would be.

“What do we do?”

Mathieu asked a little anxiously, but Bang-sang didn’t have any other options.

How could he stop those guys who were rushing to fight?

There were opponents who could be reasoned with, and there were opponents who couldn’t. These guys were clearly the latter.

“If we can’t avoid it, we have to fight.”

“But…”

“Mathieu!”

Bang-sang glared at Mathieu with bloodshot eyes.

“Don’t show weakness. Dying where you have to die is also a warrior’s way. Have you forgotten the pride of a Chevalier!”

“…How could I?”

Whoosh.

As Mathieu stretched his right hand to the side, the space distorted. A pattern like ripples appeared in the air, and Mathieu immediately pushed his hand into the ripples.

Then, as if a space had been created in the air, Mathieu’s hand disappeared into the ripples.

After that, when he pulled his hand out, he was holding a long sword.

“That’s magic. It’s not something you see often.”

Oizumi looked at the Chevaliers pulling out swords from the subspace with interest.

“You won’t see it again.”

“Well, that’s a scary threat?”

Oizumi translated Saito’s words.

“Just because you have a few tricks up your sleeve doesn’t make you strong. You will learn that fact today. By dying.”

“Easterners seem to fight with words.”

“Good provocation. I’ll fall for that provocation. Charge!”

As soon as Oizumi finished speaking, the Japanese martial artists who were approaching the shore began to rush towards the Chevaliers with fierce momentum.

The Chevaliers also grabbed their swords and rushed towards them.

No, they were about to rush.

‘What?’

Bang-sang couldn’t understand his situation for a moment.

‘Why did they stop?’

Everyone had stopped.

The Japanese martial artists who were rushing towards them, and the Chevaliers who were about to meet them. Even he, Mathieu, and even Saito and Oizumi were not moving.

If it weren’t for the gently rolling waves, he would have thought that time had stopped.

‘Why…’

Then, Bang-sang realized one thing.

Their gazes were all directed at one place. All the Japanese martial artists in front of them were looking at one place.

Bang-sang slowly turned his head.

Turning his head in front of the enemy was a reaction that would never have happened to him normally, but now he was acting completely differently than usual, as if he were possessed by a ghost.

And he saw it too.

‘A light?’

No, a very small red dot that couldn’t even be called a light.

If this wasn’t a deserted island, and if it wasn’t in the darkness where not a single light could be seen, that red dot, which would have been hard to notice, was clearly visible to his eyes.

And at that moment.

The small light momentarily burned a little brighter. Only then did Bang-sang realize that the light was a cigarette being held by someone.

It was so dark that even the cigarette light looked bright.

And there was no need to think about who was holding that cigarette.

This was a deserted island.

There was only one person who wasn’t them.

Thud.

A low footstep.

The footsteps, heard along with the sound of the waves, seemed to crush Bang-sang’s soul.

Kang Jin-ho slowly walked out from between the sea pines, which were filled with darkness and gave off a strange atmosphere as if it were not of this world.

No one could open their mouths.

And no one could take their eyes off him.

“Hoo…”

The moment he saw Kang Jin-ho approaching, slowly exhaling white smoke, Bang-sang unknowingly grabbed his thigh.

Kang Jin-ho?

This man?

He had seen Kang Jin-ho before.

They had a ridiculous first meeting at the airport. But…

‘Is this guy that Kang Jin-ho?’

No.

That couldn’t be.

Bang-sang could never believe that the kind-looking young man and this man were the same person.