Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 737

It just didn’t feel right.

To passively receive an incoming enemy, that is.

A laugh escaped him.

He could never get used to looking down from a high place with a haughty attitude. The place he should be was always on the battlefield where bone and flesh collided.

In the middle of a battlefield where rough breaths and screams echoed like an orchestra.

Kang Jin-ho, who had descended to the ground, tightened his grip on Jeokru [Red Sword].

The demonic energy, which had been boiling as if to melt his core, surged through his entire body in an instant and moved to Jeokru.

Crack, crack, crack.

Unable to withstand the onrushing inner force, Jeokru cried out. If it had been a normal longsword, it would have already shattered into pieces.

But Jeokru was a divine sword among divine swords.

A sword that had shared the myth of the Red Sky Demon Lord. There was no way it wouldn’t be able to withstand this much.

Whoooong!

As if responding to Kang Jin-ho’s thoughts, Jeokru, which had been creaking as if about to break, unleashed its sword cry in an instant.

Kang Jin-ho charged forward as if skimming the ground. His body, bent forward as if about to collapse, advanced at the speed of light. The martial artists who saw this were terrified and tried to retreat, but they couldn’t be faster than Kang Jin-ho, who was approaching.

Rather, they became entangled with the martial artists behind them, resulting in a narrowing of the gap. At the same time, Kang Jin-ho curled up the corners of his mouth as he saw the martial artists huddled together.

And one strike.

Jeokru, which had endured the rough vortex of red and black energy, unleashed a massive sword aura in all directions.

It cuts.

It cuts everything in sight.

Jeokru, which had drawn out a burning sword aura, cut and sliced through everything it touched. The air, the flesh, and even the will to resist were all cleaved in one strike.

Swish, swish, swish.

The sound of the sword being swung was extremely faint.

It was strange that such a sound came from a rough and bold swing. But the result was by no means faint.

The sword, elongated by the sword aura, sliced through a wide space in a straight line.

‘Huh?’

A sense of bewilderment arose.

The sword had flown in. But the sword had already been retracted.

But why was there no change?

It was at that moment.

Those who looked down could confirm it. The clothes that had been fine were torn apart by the blowing wind. And a red line appeared on the waist visible through the clothes.

The meaning of that red line was all too clear.

The martial artists who witnessed their own bodies slowly splitting apart gradually began to be filled with fear. But they weren’t even given time to enjoy their fear.

Swoooosh!

The severed blood vessels spurted blood. Seeing the blood gushing from their waists, their consciousness faded away in an instant.

Thud, thud.

The upper bodies, having lost their support, fell to the ground.

It was a very bizarre sight.

The upper bodies of those whose waists had been cut by Kang Jin-ho’s sword fell to the ground, but their lower bodies were still maintaining their posture, as if they hadn’t yet realized their own deaths.

Blood gushed out into the air from the severed waists.

Like a fountain made of blood.

Chaikechang felt his heart shrink as he watched that scene.

‘That guy knows instinctively.’

How to make the opponent terrified, how to be most efficient when a small number fights a large number.

To fight while distributing the minimum amount of power?

Bullshit.

A small number can never defeat a large number by conserving power.

The way a small number defeats a large number is by making them terrified with overwhelming power.

Just like how the former Overlord Xiang Yu defeated 500,000 with 30,000 troops, or how Zhang Fei of Yanyin blocked Cao Cao’s army at Changbanpo [Famous historical battles and figures]… Whenever a small number performs overwhelmingly against a large number, there is always the devilish performance of a tyrannical general.

Even a large number is still human.

In the face of an enemy who sweeps people away like straw, they can’t help but panic. Because no one wants to die.

Even though they know that they can definitely win if everyone rushes in, they can never rush in.

Because they will die.

There are many who want to gain victory through the sacrifice of others, but there is no one who wants to achieve victory through their own death. Even if there were, they would be a minority. Even that minority wouldn’t want to stand before such a demon.

Kang Jin-ho knew that fact very well.

All of his attacks and martial arts make his opponents tremble in fear.

He doesn’t waste energy and can efficiently defeat his opponents, yet he always smashes his opponents with exaggerated movements as if putting on a demonstration.

The effect was very clear.

“Hiiiik!”

“Save meeeee!”

They crumble.

The firmly built formation collapses at once. Those who saw the demon rushing at them lost all the confidence they had built up in their martial arts, as well as their pride as martial artists, and were busy running away.

“Get a grip! Damn it, get a grip!”

Chaikechang shouted at the top of his lungs, but the situation didn’t change at all.

It was natural.

Chaikechang also knew very well how unreasonable his demands were.

Get a grip? In this situation?

If that were possible, they wouldn’t be in such a position. They would have risen to the top long ago.

Kang Jin-ho’s appearance was that of a demon, itself.

Generally, a strong person like Kang Jin-ho doesn’t chase after those who run away. At least, if one has any sense of dignity, it is considered a virtue not to stab those who show their backs. But Kang Jin-ho had none of that.

He chased after those who turned their backs and ran away, and cut them down to the end.

Severed limbs and blood splattered everywhere.

Kang Jin-ho, who was already soaked in red blood, wore a bizarre smile on his face as he stabbed and stabbed again with Jeokru and Cheongru [Blue Sword].

The only parts that weren’t red were the occasional glimpses of his pure white teeth. And every time those teeth were revealed, Chaikechang had to feel a chilling sensation as if needles were pricking his heart.

Because he was smiling.

He was smiling as he cut the backs of those who were running away and ripped off their heads.

That wasn’t a human.

A human couldn’t be that cruel.

It was a sight that allowed one to see with their own eyes and understand why the demons were called devils and why the Demonic Cult was called the embodiment of evil.

‘Has he lost his mind?’

He was drunk on blood.

It seemed as if Kang Jin-ho couldn’t see anything. He was just cutting down everything in front of him. He grabbed the hair of those who were running away and pierced their necks. He twisted his sword, blew off their heads, and threw the heads left in his hand.

He raised his hand, wiped away the blood that had splattered on his face and was dripping down, and then charged forward again, and again.

If someone else had shown such a sight, Chaikechang would have cheered.

The sacrifice was unfortunate, but it was definitely a good thing that the enemy commander was losing his mind. But not now. This was definitely not a good thing. It was only a good thing when you could trap a mad enemy commander or use that fact to your advantage.

How could you call it a good thing when a guy you can’t even touch is running wild?

A disaster.

That was a disaster.

“He’s crazy…”

Bator’s face turned pale.

Bator, who prided himself on having gone through all sorts of hardships, had never seen such a sight.

A demon.

A demon was literally running wild.

It was as if the hellish Asura [A type of demigod in Buddhist cosmology] had been unleashed in the mortal world. Bator had already fought against Kang Jin-ho before. And in that battle, Bator had tasted hell.

The evil that tightened his heart.

The will to trample and kill Bator no matter what.

Just facing that overflowing murderous intent head-on was enough to chip away at his mental strength. Bator had already experienced that.

But even Kang Jin-ho at that time wasn’t this bad.

‘Was he not using his full power?’

Kang Jin-ho had become stronger. To an extent that was incomparable to when he fought him.

But that wasn’t all.

It was clear just by looking at it. Kang Jin-ho did not use his full power when he fought Bator. If Kang Jin-ho at that time had rushed in as fiercely as he was now, Bator wouldn’t have lasted long either.

Perhaps Bator, who was now overwhelmed by Kang Jin-ho’s appearance, was unable to make proper judgments. But what does that even mean?

What could be said for sure was that Bator wouldn’t last even five minutes in front of the current Kang Jin-ho. He would be butchered and die like a mouse being toyed with by a cat throughout the fight.

This was a demon.

Bator’s face contorted.

‘What is the true nature of the master?’

Sometimes he was so clumsy that Bator would burst out laughing. And he was so full of affection that it was frustrating to watch. He devoted himself to those who had no benefit, and he lowered himself to the point where his own power was meaningless.

Kang Jin-ho was usually a person who was not far from being called a righteous gentleman. Except for the fact that he was sensitive to his own interests and that the object of his sacrifice was limited to his acquaintances, he was a perfect righteous gentleman.

And that righteous gentleman and that demon were the same person.

He trampled on the heads of those who had fallen to the ground with their waists severed, and roughly spat out the flesh of the enemy that had splattered on his face.

He relentlessly stabbed his sword into the backs of those who were running away, ripped their necks, and kicked the heads of those who were crying and begging, shattering them.

It was chilling.

No matter how two-sided humans are, Kang Jin-ho would be the only one in the world who had such extremes in one body.

Everyone froze.

Even the martial artists who were desperately trying to run away, crawling as if a tsunami was rushing from behind, and even the demons who were watching the scene with blank expressions.

The picture they had all drawn in their heads had all gone wrong.

Just by drawing his sword and revealing his true nature, Kang Jin-ho had brought this space under his control. It was to the point where it made one wonder what the meticulously laid plans were for.

Even Bator, and even Jang Min, were just staring at the scene with dazed eyes.

It was at that moment.

“…What are you doing?”

Kang Jin-ho’s head turned towards Bator and Jang Min.

Thud!

The moment his eyes met Kang Jin-ho’s, Bator unknowingly dropped one knee to the ground.

Like a vassal paying homage to a king.

“M-Master.”

Kang Jin-ho raised his hand and slowly wiped away the blood dripping down his face.

“I asked what you were doing.”

Bator’s mind snapped back.

What were they doing?

That’s right.

Kang Jin-ho had ordered them to escape to the pier. But what were they doing just watching?

Bator jumped up from his spot.

“Move! To the pier! Run right now!”

“Yes!”

The demons turned their bodies again and started running. The broken flow, like a broken clockwork, was restored in an instant.

Kang Jin-ho watched the scene quietly before turning his body.

“I’ll ask about the sin later.”

“Yes!”

Cold sweat dripped from Bator’s forehead as he lowered his head.

‘I was out of it.’

It felt natural to be punished. Hadn’t he even forgotten his own mission?

“Run! Run until your legs break!”

Bator shouted at the top of his lungs. At the same time, the demons sprinted towards the pier like rats that had encountered an earthquake.