Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 593

It was a scene as if from a dream.

‘This feeling has been with me all day.’

Lee Sung-taek didn’t bother trying to gather his scattered thoughts. They say that even if you’re dragged into a tiger’s den, you can survive if you keep your wits about you. But that’s only if the opponent is a tiger.

If you’re dragged away by a monster, no matter how sharp your mind is, survival is impossible.

Yes, this is the monster’s lair.

A place where a monster named Bator hunts and plays with his prey, which is them.

‘Yeah, I’ve been feeling like this all day.’

It had been like this since he got in the car earlier.

A subtle sense of incongruity, as if watching a movie.

Lee Sung-taek thought that the feeling was due to his own anxiety.

But that wasn’t it.

He was feeling it.

That today was his last day.

His head didn’t know, but his heart did. That an unavoidable death was coming for him today.

With the Grim Reaper’s scythe at his neck, it was only natural to feel such a strange sensation.

And that Grim Reaper was a being completely different from the image he had imagined.

Kuuuuung!

A single blow.

The destructive power of a single strike completely shattered the common sense of martial arts he had known.

‘I was in a well.’

He thought it was vast.

The Korean martial arts world is by no means weak. He thought that it was undervalued because its geopolitical location was sandwiched between powerful nations, but if you looked at the global rankings, it was competitive enough.

But that wasn’t it.

They were in a vast well.

No matter how wide a well is, it’s still a well. There was no way to broaden their narrowed vision.

Seeing Bator’s blow, he seemed to understand.

‘I should have known from the start.’

That such a level existed. It was ridiculous.

Looking at that power, even in this situation, he felt like the world was expanding. A level he had never imagined existed there.

‘If only I had known a little earlier.’

If he had known that such a level existed in the world, he wouldn’t be the same as he was now. Instead of wasting time on petty power struggles, he would have honed his martial arts more.

Because in the face of such overwhelming power, power was meaningless.

Puuuuk!

The elders’ bodies were too weak to withstand Bator’s fist.

Bator’s fist pierced through the elder’s body. It pierced through so easily, it was as if it was made of cotton candy instead of bone and flesh.

Shuuuuururuk.

Blood poured out of his mouth like a waterfall.

The elder, seeing Bator’s arm buried up to his elbow in his stomach, opened his mouth, then died.

“Tsk.”

Bator shook his head as if displeased and pulled out his arm.

“A body that hasn’t been trained at all.”

Bator began to growl.

“The old masters of the Central Plains [a region in China considered the cradle of Chinese civilization] are overwhelming even the young ones. If you hadn’t neglected your martial arts, you wouldn’t be so powerless now. You are not martial artists. You were martial artists. I have nothing but contempt for those who abandoned martial arts and still call themselves martial artists.”

Bator began to charge like an enraged boar. The elders were swept away by his force.

Is this what reeds look like in front of a bulldozer accelerating to its maximum speed?

Nothing worked.

A dagger filled with energy flew towards Bator’s face. But Bator didn’t even think about blocking or dodging it.

Just forward.

Bator advanced and advanced, as if his absolute mission was to run forward and sweep away everything in front of him.

Kakang!

The dagger that pierced Bator’s face didn’t even penetrate his skin and bounced off.

“Gasp!”

An exclamation of shock burst from the mouth of the one who threw the dagger.

How could he not be surprised? A dagger filled with energy couldn’t even leave a scratch on a human’s skin.

It was like a sword swung with all its might not even being able to pierce paper.

But it was still too early to be surprised.

“Haaah!”

Bator let out a roaring shout and swung his arm wide.

Booooooom!

The air tore apart.

The abnormally long arm swept through the elders’ bodies. And the result was, as it was, utterly horrific.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

He thought they would be thrown away.

Humans are beings that imagine what will happen a little later.

Lee Sung-taek thought that the elders hit by Bator’s arm would fly away like baseballs hit by a baseball bat.

But Bator’s arm was stronger than a baseball bat, and unfortunately, the elders’ bodies did not have that much strength.

The result was an explosion.

The bodies of the elders who had allowed Bator’s blow exploded like fireworks.

“Kkyaaaaaaak!”

“Aaaack!”

The scattered pieces of flesh and bone covered the elders behind them like a claymore [an early type of large Scottish sword].

“Huuuuh…”

“Hic!”

There would be stronger attacks. At Bator’s level, he could do much more.

But what could be more shocking than the fact that the flesh of a colleague who had been talking and enjoying themselves until just now was now embedded in their bodies?

The elders and directors, who had been through their fair share of trials and tribulations, were pale with this indescribable horror.

Moans kept flowing from their mouths, and something wet gathered around their eyes.

“Get up!”

Bator roared like a beast.

“You trash, what are you? Who do you think you’re dealing with?”

Bator’s face was genuinely furious.

Humans should know their place. And these morons dared to act like they could face his master.

This was a separate issue from loyalty.

“Even if a thousand or ten thousand of you insects gather, you cannot handle my master. You must pay the price for forgetting your place. You will die. You will all die by my hand today!”

Lee Sung-taek smiled faintly as he watched Bator’s muscles twitch.

‘It’s like a scene from a myth.’

It was like a scene where a hero or a celestial being descended from the sky and delivered a stern judgment on corrupt and fallen humans.

No, rather than a myth, it was like…

‘Yes, it’s like an opera.’

Either way, the lack of realism was the same.

Lee Sung-taek had already seen Kang Jin-ho fight against the Yeongnam Association. He had already seen a level of martial arts that he couldn’t match, but he didn’t feel the same way as he did now.

Yes, that’s right.

He didn’t think that Kang Jin-ho was the same kind of being as them in the first place. He wasn’t just a strong human, but something alien. It was as if a demon had descended upon the world.

What would it be like if a human saw a demon?

Would they feel a fighting spirit?

Would they try to compare themselves to him?

They wouldn’t.

That was exactly how Lee Sung-taek felt.

It was like witnessing an enormous evil that he could not possibly face.

That’s why he couldn’t even dare to compare himself.

But what should he say about Bator?

Yes.

This was an emotion that should be called awe. He was able to witness firsthand how strong a human body could become.

It was even beautiful.

“Elder!”

The door burst open, and men in black suits poured in.

It seemed someone had brought the guards. It was a situation where he should praise their preparedness for bringing the guards to such a place, but Lee Sung-taek couldn’t respect that decision.

“Fall back! Now!”

He could only shout.

It was like throwing an egg at a rock. No, it wasn’t even comparable to that.

Puh-uh-uh-uh-uh-ung!

The moment flesh and fist collided, a loud explosion like a large bomb went off. The only advantage those who died at Bator’s hands had was that they didn’t have to worry about whether to choose burial or cremation.

Because there was no flesh left.

Just like when a mob you caught in a game disappears without leaving a corpse, someone who was clearly in front of you just a moment ago had completely vanished.

“You rat bastards!”

Bator shouted and swung both fists.

Then the disaster began.

Puh-ung! Puh-uh-ung! Puh-ung!

Every time Bator’s fist extended, someone disappeared. It would have been better if they had disappeared cleanly. Those who twisted their bodies to try to avoid it couldn’t completely disappear, and as a result, they ended up attacking their own allies with fragments of their bodies.

Common sense was collapsing.

No battle Lee Sung-taek knew of was like this.

‘What have I been doing all this time?’

Lee Sung-taek was now fully experiencing the shock that ordinary people who had not learned martial arts would feel when they saw him. The difference between Bator and them was greater than the difference between ordinary people and them.

They couldn’t resist.

They couldn’t face him.

Then what was left?

“R-run away!”

It was a wise choice.

Though it was a little late.

Ironically, Bator was as fast as the wind. Just looking at his huge size, he should have been clumsy, but his agility was beyond words.

The fate of those who showed their backs was too obvious.

Puh-uh-uh-uh-ung!

Bator’s fist crushed the spine of the one who showed his back. The spine that bounced out pierced through his stomach and protruded forward. Those who saw the bone piercing through their stomachs died before they even fell to the ground.

Urrrrrrung!

It wasn’t just people who suffered from Bator’s tyranny.

The building also screamed as if it could no longer withstand it, and soon began to collapse.

“Hmph!”

Bator twisted his waist downwards. Then, with fierce momentum, he turned his fist and raised it above his head.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

It was a sound like a waterfall pouring down.

The fist wind that Bator emitted literally disintegrated the ceiling of the collapsing building.

It didn’t bounce off, nor did it withstand it.

The solid reinforced concrete crumbled like sand. No, sand is too big. That was at the level of what should be called dust.

A storm of dust soared into the sky, mixed with the falling rain.

Yellowish-brown rain poured down.

Lee Sung-taek watched all the scenes with a blank stare.

Silence.

The sound of rain, which had not been heard at all until just now, pierced his ears.

Was it because the ceiling had collapsed? No.

It was because no one could open their mouths.

It was as if a storm had swept through. A strange silence passed, and then someone’s moans, trembling sounds, and prayers began to break the silence.

‘Praying?’

To whom?

To whom are they praying?

To God? To that great God?

Bullshit.

At least here, Bator was God.

The God of War.

What was the point of praying to another god in the presence of the God of War?

Lee Sung-taek quietly raised his hand and touched his face.

A red mark was smeared on his rain-soaked face. It seemed that a fragment had grazed his face.

And then, when he raised his head again… Lee Sung-taek saw it. Bator was staring directly at him.

Those who had been blocking his path were all down.

So now it was…

‘Is it my turn?’

Lee Sung-taek smiled bitterly as he watched Bator approach to pronounce his death.

Yes.

It wasn’t a bad day to die.