Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 597

Woooong.

A bizarre noise.

A heavy sound, as if something was resonating, echoed out.

‘What is that?’

Choi Sang-mu stared at the scene with a bewildered look. He had never seen such a bizarre thing in his life unfolding before his very eyes.

As the Westerner named Night Wiggins stretched out his hand, the air began to ripple.

It’s strange to say the air rippled, but that’s the only way to describe what was happening. As if ripples were forming on a clear lake, the space distorted, and Night Wiggins’ hand went right into that space.

‘Huh?’

When Night Wiggins pulled his hand back out of the air, a long staff came with it.

‘What the hell is that!’

How could an object come out of thin air?

Choi Sang-mu’s jaw dropped at this shocking, strange event.

Night Wiggins swung the staff in his hand a couple of times, then shrugged as if he wasn’t satisfied.

‘I guess it’s because I haven’t swung it in a while, it doesn’t feel right in my hand. It’s been too long since I’ve been in a real fight.’

‘Isn’t it just that your skills have rusted?’

‘I can’t deny that. But…’

Night Wiggins looked around at his opponents and smiled lightly.

‘It seems enough for now. It might be a problem later, so I should train a bit.’

Elena opened her mouth a few times, then shut it tightly.

She wanted to object, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t downplay Night Wiggins’ skills. Not if you were a member of the Round Table, and especially if you knew Night Wiggins.

Thwack!

Night Wiggins slammed the staff on the ground and quietly looked up at Choi Sang-mu.

‘I’ll give you one last chance.’

‘…Last chance?’

‘Don’t think of it as a threat. I’m a foreign worker, so I need to prove my skills anyway. Even if I get into the curriculum, I’ll still get looks like, ‘Is this guy a visa scammer?’ It would be nice if I could get a formal teaching certificate, but that’s not possible, so it’s good to prove myself like this. I’d like to start right away, but I still have my old habits, so I want to use violence as a last resort, you know?’

‘What the hell is this crazy bastard babbling about?’

‘Surrender.’

Night Wiggins chuckled and said,

‘I value the Geneva Conventions, so I will treat you humanely. Even if the Lord gets angry, I will do my best to ensure your safety.’

‘Ha…’

Choi Sang-mu stared at Night Wiggins with a dumbfounded expression.

Is this guy sane or not?

Can’t he see the situation?

There are over a hundred martial artists from the Yeongnam Assembly surrounding him right now. And these hundred are not just any random people. They are the elite that Choi Sang-mu carefully selected.

At the very least, they are all former team leaders or elders of the Yeongnam Assembly. With this much power, they could turn Kim Seok-il or Lee Jung-geol into a bloody mess in five minutes.

Even if that Westerner, no, that white guy, was ten times stronger than Kim Seok-il, he should be begging for his life, but instead, he’s threatening them.

‘Did you say your name was Night?’

‘Oh, have you heard of me?’

‘Of course, I’ve heard of you. You’re Night?’

‘Not anymore. I was once called Night Wiggins. Now you can call me Mr. Wiggins.’

‘I have to ask, are all the Nights crazy like you?’

‘I don’t know what you mean?’

‘I’m saying, are you all just a bunch of guys who can’t grasp the situation and are just putting on a show? If so, then that Round Table place must not be anything special.’

Night Wiggins looked dumbfounded.

‘Can’t grasp the situation…? Don’t tell me you guys actually believe you have me surrounded? Do you think you’re dealing with a rat in a trap?’

‘Oh my, I’m being quite underestimated. Even though this is the East, I thought there would be at least a basic understanding of what a Night is… I need to do some serious self-promotion, this is not good.’

Elena sighed as she listened to his dejected voice.

She wanted to tell him to keep up appearances, but it was better not to right now. Elena was just as dumbfounded by their remarks that were underestimating Night.

‘What kind of confidence is that?’

Do they think they’re as strong as Kang Jin-ho?

Looking at it coldly, without Kang Jin-ho, the General Assembly is nothing. Even if only Chevalier, who was crushed by Kang Jin-ho, was deployed, they wouldn’t be able to completely destroy the General Assembly, but they could at least half-destroy it.

But…

‘Not even Chevalier, and they’re underestimating Night.’

It was a good thing she left them behind.

If they saw this, Night Wiggins would be too embarrassed to sleep.

‘Well, even though I’m no longer a Night, I still lived my life considering being a Night as my greatest pride… It doesn’t feel good to be underestimated. So, what should we do?’

Night Wiggins swung his staff once and then tucked it under his arm.

‘It seems like words are unnecessary. You won’t surrender no matter how much I try to persuade you. So, let’s get down to business without wasting any more time. Well, there’s not much to worry about. I’m different from the others. I don’t intend to kill you.

You should be grateful that you met me. If you had met the Lord or Bator, you would be looking for your own head rolling on the floor right now.’

Choi Sang-mu was becoming increasingly cold.

‘What is that guy?’

He knew his identity.

He was the foreigner who had been around Kang Jin-ho for a while. He didn’t know that he was a former Night, though.

‘What kind of confidence is that?’

He wanted to think of him as a crazy person, but Choi Sang-mu knew better. There was no way that someone Kang Jin-ho kept around would be a fool who couldn’t grasp reality.

Kang Jin-ho’s close aide, and a former Night…

‘Everyone, be careful.’

‘Sang-mu-nim?’

‘Don’t underestimate him. We might be in trouble.’

‘Even if you don’t understand, just accept it. It’s best to go all out.’

‘Yes!’

Night Wiggins clicked his tongue at Choi Sang-mu’s quick response.

‘Tsk, it would be easier for me if you were careless.’

It wasn’t ideal, but it didn’t matter. The difference in power was not something that could be overcome with judgment.

‘Certainly, it would be better for you if I didn’t take your lives. But…’

Night Wiggins scratched his ear.

‘But I don’t know if you really prefer this option?’

‘…What?’

‘Because of my background, I don’t kill people until I hear everything I need to hear. But strangely, I only ask what I want to hear… and they all ask me to kill them.’

In that instant, Choi Sang-mu felt an unknown chill run down his spine.

Calmness.

That wasn’t a threat.

He was just stating the facts as they were.

‘What the hell is that guy?’

A sense of foreboding washed over him.

‘Well, shall we see how you guys are? Don’t worry too much. I don’t have a hobby of wasting time on people I don’t know. A few people I know well will be enough. Of course…’

Night Wiggins’ gaze turned to Choi Sang-mu.

‘You’ll definitely be included, right?’

Night Wiggins looked at him with a clear gaze.

Choi Sang-mu’s whole body began to tense up like a drawn bowstring.

This guy, he’s different.

And at that moment.

Night Wiggins swung his staff wide.

‘Well, first, let’s make sure you can’t run away?’

Choi Sang-mu didn’t understand what Night Wiggins was doing. How could swinging a staff prevent people from running away?

The moment he thought it was a meaningless, pointless act, a shocking sight began to unfold before his eyes.

Whoosh.

‘Huh?’

A small flame appeared in front of Night Wiggins.

‘Fire?’

Why fire all of a sudden?

It wasn’t like someone used the Yang Power [a martial arts concept involving internal energy] to start a fire, so what was that fire?

The question was short-lived.

As Night Wiggins shook his staff again, the fire that had appeared in front of him began to spread sideways along the ground.

What had started as a campfire quickly spread, and soon flames taller than a person began to burn fiercely.

‘Huuuuh!’

Choi Sang-mu was horrified and stepped back.

The mass of fire, no, the wall of fire, broke through the encirclement and spread outwards, and soon surrounded the Yeongnam Assembly martial artists who had been surrounding Night Wiggins.

Whoooosh!

Then it rose into the sky, higher and higher.

‘What the hell is this?’

It was as if they were surrounded by a giant wall of fire.

Now he understood what he meant by not being able to run away. It was impossible to get out through that height and heat. They should give up on the idea of getting out unscathed.

‘Well, there’s nothing to be surprised about. I just made some space. Now we can fight comfortably, right?’

Night Wiggins swung his staff lightly as if it was nothing.

But unlike his relaxed face, Choi Sang-mu’s face was as stiff as a board.

He didn’t know what kind of magic this was. He didn’t know what principle was causing this to happen.

But one thing was certain.

If that fire was real, if it wasn’t some kind of trick to deceive them, but something he created with his own power…

‘I have to risk my life.’

Although the direction was different, he was definitely an incredible martial artist. Choi Sang-mu clenched his fist and looked at Night Wiggins.

‘Excuse me, did you say you were Choi Sang-mu?’

But Night Wiggins was still calm. Choi Sang-mu, who was wondering how to react, nodded lightly.

‘I’m saying, I’m feeling the limits of my martial arts. So I decided to establish a new martial art here.

But there was one problem. The Lord, and Bator…’

‘They are all too unique, so they can’t teach me standard Eastern martial arts.’

‘How about it? Won’t you show me?’

Choi Sang-mu gritted his teeth.

‘I admit that I underestimated you.’

‘You’re quick to apologize.’

‘But that doesn’t change your fate. Eastern martial arts? I’ll show you as much as you want.

But the price for seeing those martial arts will be your life.’

‘Ah, I forgot to say one thing.’

Night Wiggins waved his hand and said,

‘When you show me those Eastern martial arts, please leave out the Eastern aesthetics. I don’t really like that kind of show or atmosphere.’

‘You bastard!’

‘Kekekekeke.’

Night Wiggins laughed like a child and pushed one hand back into the subspace.

In Night Wiggins’ hand that came out of the subspace, there was a large longsword.

‘Well, don’t just talk, let’s have some fun. Don’t worry. I won’t kill you if I can help it.

If you live and tell the story, it will make things easier for me in the future, right? Watch carefully and tell them what kind of being a Night of the Round Table is.’

A pure white aura formed on Night Wiggins’ sword.