Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 508

Park Yumin felt an overwhelming sensation wash over him in that instant.

The presence of the person across the way was simply that overpowering.

It wasn’t just about his size. You couldn’t be overwhelmed by size alone at that distance. If an elephant appeared on the other side of the baseball field, you’d probably just watch it with curiosity.

But this man was different.

An imposing presence that demanded your attention, making it impossible to look away.

Just looking at him made his body stiffen, and cold sweat broke out.

“J, Jin-ho?”

Barely managing to speak, Kang Jin-ho stretched his hand forward.

‘Huh?’

And in that moment, the pressure that had been crushing Park Yumin vanished as if it had been washed away.

‘What was that all about?’

Feeling like he had just experienced something incredibly bizarre, Park Yumin turned to look at Kang Jin-ho.

“It’s nothing.”

“Huh?”

“I said it’s nothing.”

“Okay.”

Park Yumin could only nod. For some reason, he had a feeling that he shouldn’t ask any more questions.

“Hmm…”

Bator looked extremely intrigued.

Jang Dajing couldn’t remember ever seeing Bator’s face so animated.

That’s why Jang Dajing couldn’t help but feel tense.

‘Please, just hold it in.’

There were too many eyes here.

It was rare to find a place where so many eyes could gather in such a small space. In other words, if something happened here, there was no way Jang Dajing could clean up the mess, no matter how much he tried.

Thinking that Bator might jump out at any moment, Jang Dajing subtly stepped forward.

“Hmm?”

“Bator-nim, this place is…”

“You’re talking nonsense. I’m not such an idiot that I can’t tell the time and place.”

“How could I dare to doubt you, Bator-nim? It’s just…”

“It’s fine. You don’t need to act like you’re dealing with the fools of your country.”

Bator cut off Jang Dajing’s words firmly.

Even so, his eyes remained fixed on Kang Jin-ho.

“Amazing, truly amazing.”

Bator’s lips twisted.

“To think there was such a person in this small country. Look at this, Jang Dajing.”

Bator extended a hand as large as a pot lid. On his palm, which looked like it could hold a person, there was a pool of damp moisture.

“My body is tense, just from looking. It’s tense just from looking.”

Jang Dajing’s eyes widened.

Tense?

Bator?

That was too incongruous.

Wasn’t he the same Bator who had charged at the Red King alone? And that man was tense?

‘And it’s because of Kang Jin-ho?’

Kang Jin-ho was definitely a great man.

Jang Dajing acknowledged that fact. If he had been born on the continent instead of Korea, he would have risen to great heights. He was qualified to easily reach a position that Jang Dajing could only dream of.

But Bator was not someone who could be explained by that alone.

He was the leader of Mongolia. Even the most skilled martial artists in China couldn’t raise their heads in front of him. Not because of his position, but because of his power. Bator was someone who could shake the world with his personal strength alone.

And that Bator was tense? Because of Kang Jin-ho?

‘Was even my assessment wrong?’

Usually, in this kind of situation, one would doubt the opinions of others.

But Jang Dajing couldn’t dare to doubt Bator’s opinion.

He was someone who had the power to turn lies into truth. If that was the case, then what he should doubt was not Bator, but himself.

“It seems my evaluation of Kang Jin-ho was lacking.”

“Lacking? It was way off.”

Bator said with a stern face.

“But it’s not your fault. Only those who are qualified can sense that man. You gave the best evaluation you could with your level.”

Bator slowly stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

A strong one.

There was an incredibly strong one over there.

That fact made Bator’s blood boil.

He had only sent a bit of his fighting spirit, but a blatant, too blatant killing intent was strangling his neck. A killing intent so sharp that it felt like it could cut his skin.

How could he accept that the killing intent flying from this far away was so sharp that it could cut flesh?

“Hehehe.”

Bator laughed as if he was extremely satisfied.

The struggle with the strong was the driving force that kept him alive. And right here, there was a strong one who made his blood boil.

“It was good that I came to see him beforehand.”

The Red King’s advice was indeed meaningful.

If he had faced such a strong opponent without preparation, it would have been dangerous. Knowing how strong the opponent is and preparing for it is the basics of battle.

An impulse to jump over the green grass and rush at Kang Jin-ho was dominating him, but Bator carefully suppressed the surging impulse.

‘Not yet, not yet.’

Being able to fight wasn’t everything.

Not only that, but Kang Jin-ho also had to be in perfect condition. If they fought here now, Kang Jin-ho would be too conscious of the eyes around him to fully focus on him.

That was not what Bator wanted at all.

If he couldn’t defeat a fully prepared opponent, it couldn’t be called a victory. Exploiting the opponent’s weakness is the basics of war. But what Bator wanted now was not war, but a struggle. And the struggle was more meaningful the stronger the opponent was.

“Hoo…”

Bator took a deep breath and his eyes lit up.

It was okay.

He was the type to save the best for last. Because it was so delicious, so incredibly delicious, he could endure it for now.

“Oh my, he’s riled up.”

Killing intent flickered in Kang Jin-ho’s eyes as he glared at him from across the way.

He was said to be a demon, so he couldn’t have a good personality, but seeing him so full of killing intent was strange.

‘Is he a mother bird…?’

Only then did the people around Kang Jin-ho come into view.

“A demon protecting others? A demon?”

Bator laughed.

He was a really unique one.

The demons he knew were heartless. They weren’t just after profit, but most of them seemed to have a part of their emotions cut off, unable to empathize with human feelings.

But this demon was trying to protect those around him, even though he was far superior to the demons he had met and killed so far.

“Heh heh heh.”

Bator chuckled softly.

He didn’t dislike it.

That type.

Bator quietly suppressed his fighting spirit. Then, the killing intent that had been rushing in so fiercely that it felt like it would tear his skin disappeared.

Jang Dajing wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Thank goodness.

When Bator said he was going to check on Kang Jin-ho, he was so worried. And when he found out that Kang Jin-ho was moving to the baseball field, it felt like the sky was falling.

‘But it’s a relief that it was here.’

If it had been a place where there weren’t many eyes around, Bator wouldn’t have backed down so easily. It was because it was a place like this that Bator was able to hold back.

That was what he thought.

“Jang Dajing.”

“Yes, Bator-nim.”

Bator licked his lips.

“Contacting a riled-up guy would be counterproductive. We’ll wait for two days. After that, tell that guy.”

“…Tell him what?”

“You’re asking the obvious. Tell him to have a match.”

“Huh?”

Bator said with a smile.

“There’s no need to wait for him to go to the outskirts. Give him my name and tell him to have a match.”

“B, but Bator-nim.”

“He’ll come.”

Bator said with conviction.

“That guy will definitely come. He’ll come to kill me.”

“How…”

Bator didn’t answer.

This was an area that a man like Jang Dajing couldn’t understand. The moment he released his fighting spirit, the killing intent flew in as if it had been waiting.

‘A beast.’

A beast hungry for blood.

And it was a terrifying beast that he had never seen before.

There was no way such a beast would pass up the chance to see blood. He would come running, eager to rip out Bator’s throat and drink his blood.

Bator raised his hand and rubbed the area around his nose.

‘It feels like the stench of blood is reaching even here.’

He had met many so-called ‘blood demons’. There were definitely crazy people in the world who couldn’t sleep without killing people and drinking their blood.

But from Kang Jin-ho, there was a thick stench of blood that couldn’t be compared to those blood demons. It wasn’t a smell coming from his body, but a stench of blood emanating from his energy.

How much blood and death would one have to experience to emit such a terrible stench of blood?

A beast.

He was literally a beast.

And that beast was protecting those around him…

That incomprehensible irony was stimulating Bator.

He wanted to know more about that guy.

And he wanted to fight him.

That fierce impulse seized Bator.

Crack.

The armrest that had been barely supporting Bator’s arm broke off. Bator looked at the broken armrest and sighed softly.

‘I got excited.’

He wanted to excite that guy, but he ended up getting excited himself.

“It was a very good first meeting. I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve been this excited.”

Jang Dajing was worried as he watched Bator, who was repeatedly getting worked up and then calming down. How was he supposed to handle this unpredictable opponent?

“Jang Dajing.”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go back.”

Jang Dajing sighed.

At least it seemed like things would be settled for today. Even if he caused an accident, it wouldn’t be today.

“As soon as we get back, reorganize the information about Kang Jin-ho and bring it to me. Don’t miss a single detail.”

“Yes, Bator-nim!”

Bator nodded with a satisfied look at the immediate response.

‘Let’s leave it at this for today.’

Facing a riled-up Kang Jin-ho would also be fun, but if he waited a little longer, he would become even more delicious. Bator decided to endure for now for that moment.

“I’ve already greeted him, so I guess I’ve done my part.”

Bator slowly rose from his seat.

Then, Jang Dajing diligently bowed his head to those around him.

“Excuse me. We’re passing through. Excuse me, excuse me.”

“…Oh, what is it?”

“Such manners.”

“Ugh… annoying.”

People moved aside in a rush. If it were someone else, they could have just pulled their knees in, but Bator was too big to pass through that way.

Bator’s face turned slightly red.

“Wasn’t there a VIP seat?”

“There is, but you mentioned it so suddenly…”

“Ahem! Ahem!”

Bator cleared his throat and bowed his head repeatedly to those around him as he went outside.

Even though he was a martial artist who could shake the world, he couldn’t help but shrink in front of those disapproving eyes. No one would openly curse at Bator because of his size, but Bator realized that sometimes the unspoken pressure was more terrifying than curses.

“…Should I have just watched from the stairs?”

It was a belated regret.