Descent Of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 836

“I can feel it in my body, so I can’t deny it…”

Bang Jin-hoon looked down at his body with a bewildered expression. He hadn’t been able to feel it properly because of the pain just a moment ago, but now that he heard the explanation, he could feel the energy flowing like a waterfall.

“This is…”

Bang Jin-hoon knew.

How incredible this was.

Of course, the energy flowing through his body right now couldn’t completely become his own. Muscles that have been greatly built through exercise will eventually shrink if continuous exercise is not maintained.

Without Kang Jin-ho’s pressure point strikes, the same training could not be repeated. Because they didn’t know the method, and even if they did, they couldn’t execute it.

However, even if only half of this energy remained, he would be able to make tremendous progress.

“This is almost… like a cheat code.”

Wiggins was also shaking his head.

He also understood how amazing the effects of this training were. Rather, he understood the benefits of this training more accurately than Bang Jin-hoon or Bator.

Analysis was his specialty.

“If there was such a method, then why?”

“Didn’t I say, even if you know it, it’s hard to execute? Even a master at their peak would collapse from exhaustion after striking the pressure points of just one person. I’ve never heard of anyone striking the pressure points of multiple people like this. Even legendary masters would only be able to do one person a day.”

‘That’s it.’

Something suddenly came to mind.

The external energy that was being sucked into Kang Jin-ho’s body. That enormous energy was being sucked into Kang Jin-ho’s body even in the midst of battle. And that energy was filling Kang Jin-ho’s internal energy as it was.

“Huh…”

Even the strongest master can only strike the pressure points of one person?

That might be true. But that statement no longer applied to Kang Jin-ho.

Internal energy is, simply put, like a fuel tank in a car.

When you first learn martial arts, you have a dantian [energy center] the size of a pinky fingernail. You grow it bigger and bigger through repeated training.

You accumulate internal energy in that fuel tank through energy circulation, and you consume it during battle. The consumed internal energy is replenished through energy circulation. This is the typical process.

Just like you go to a gas station to fill up when your car runs out of gas, martial artists replenish their internal energy through energy circulation when it runs out. Just like you can’t drive while filling up with gas, you can’t fight while circulating energy.

But Kang Jin-ho can do that.

‘The more I think about it, the more ridiculous this ability is.’

If Kang Jin-ho were compared to a car, he would be like a car driving with a gas pump nozzle plugged into its fuel tank. Even while the engine is consuming fuel like crazy, fuel is continuously flowing into the fuel tank.

So, he can do things that ordinary people can’t imagine.

The size of the fuel tank is fixed, and the engine’s output has its limits, so he can’t go faster or become stronger, but it means that he can run for three days and nights without running out of gas.

‘So, he can strike the pressure points of three or four people.’

Because the lost internal energy is replenished in real-time.

“He’s trying to improve our skills while enduring that much consumption of internal energy. Do you know what this means?”

“Well…”

Bator frowned at Wiggins’ slow response.

“It means that the master thinks we are a hindrance to the development of the Assembly. Our current skills are not enough to achieve his vision, so he’s going to raise our level step by step.”

Bator bared his teeth.

“In other words, it means we’re holding the master back.”

Wiggins closed his mouth.

It was certainly possible to interpret it that way. The fact that Kang Jin-ho, who seemed like he was going to overturn the Assembly in one fell swoop, was dealing with them first meant that they were the biggest problem in the Assembly right now.

“That’s why the master went through all that trouble to strike our pressure points. And yet, you guys are just complaining. You fools.”

Wiggins slightly lowered his head.

Wiggins, who would never show such a sight in front of Bator, couldn’t hide his shame right now. He wanted to find a mouse hole and crawl into it.

“Don’t forget the master’s generosity and grace. No one else would show you such grace. I’m the same. You know that, right? Masters don’t give to subordinates. Rather, the higher their skills, the less they give to others.”

“Yes.”

While Bang Jin-hoon and Wiggins were looking remorseful, the door slowly opened.

Squeak.

The eyes of the three people in the room turned towards the door.

Slowly, very slowly, Jang Min revealed himself behind the opened door.

Everyone was speechless.

It wasn’t Jang Min with his neatly styled white hair in a pompadour. It was Jang Min with his droopy hair stuck to his face like white seaweed. Just looking at that state, you could tell how badly this old man had been beaten.

“You, you’ve worked hard, old man!”

“You’ve worked hard!”

It was a sight that even Bator, who had a rivalry with Jang Min, was startled by.

Jang Min, who was forcing his trembling head up, made eye contact with Bator and opened his mouth with difficulty.

“…Ba, Bator.”

“Old man, are you okay? You look very bad, should we go to the bed…”

“You… come again.”

“…Huh?”

Jang Min curled up the corners of his lips.

The thought that could be felt from that expression was no different from what Bator had said a little while ago.

“The Demon Lord… wants you to come again. Hehehe.”

Thud.

Jang Min collapsed to the floor.

It was an absurd situation where an old man was beaten to a pulp by a young man, but no one could blame the young man or pity the old man.

‘It’s not over?’

‘Again? Are we doing this again?’

Wiggins and Bang Jin-hoon’s eyes trembled.

No, are we doing this twice a day? Twice?

Even once felt like their bones were breaking, and they were going to do it again?

The two’s gazes turned to Bator.

It was like the gazes of cows being dragged to the slaughterhouse, looking at the cow that was going to be dragged away first. Pity and sadness, and in the midst of it, the relief that it wasn’t their turn yet.

The gaze that contained all those emotions tickled Bator.

“Wiggins.”

“Yes, Bator-nim.”

Bator confidently straightened his shoulders.

“…Go and tell him that I’m in pain.”

It was a futile attempt by Bator.

Life is C (Choice) between B (Birth) and D (Death).

This means that human life is made up of a series of choices. People always face moments of choice in their lives. At that time, the choices they make determine their lives.

And now, Lee Hyun-soo was deeply realizing how great and accurate the choice he had made some time ago was.

‘God, thank you.’

He had never believed in any religion, but what did that matter now? Whether it was God, Buddha, or Allah, Lee Hyun-soo wanted to thank them for now.

He had no choice but to.

Not long ago, Lee Hyun-soo had to choose between seriously learning demonic arts and focusing on the work he was good at.

How many hardships and inconveniences had he experienced because he didn’t have his own power? If it had been the Lee Hyun-soo of the past, he would have chosen the first option without a doubt.

Lee Hyun-soo with his own powerful strength.

That was almost synonymous with Superman. It seemed like there was nothing he couldn’t do in the world.

But Lee Hyun-soo chose the second option.

He thought it was better to focus on administration and leave the power to others than for him to become powerful and complete himself.

It was something that the Lee Hyun-soo of the past, who prioritized his own safety, would never have done. All of this was possible because he had faith in Kang Jin-ho and the Assembly.

At least here, there was no risk of being abandoned or purged the moment he became useless, like in the Yeongnam Assembly.

That decision saved Lee Hyun-soo.

‘I almost died.’

What if Lee Hyun-soo had seriously learned demonic arts and was included in Kang Jin-ho’s training targets?

He didn’t even want to imagine it.

It was because Bator and Wiggins could endure it, but if it had been Lee Hyun-soo, he would have been greeting his deceased grandfather with the first punch Kang Jin-ho threw.

Or his soul would have been shattered.

Look at that, look at that.

“Slow.”

Thud!

“Ugh!”

Kang Jin-ho’s fist struck Bator’s Adam’s apple. Bator’s body momentarily shrank.

“If you duck because it hurts, you’ll die.”

Kang Jin-ho’s fist uppercutted Bator’s chin. Bator’s huge body floated into the air.

“You’re not as good as before. Have you become complacent, Bator?”

I don’t think so?

Complacent?

Lee Hyun-soo, who had pondered whether there had been a moment that could be called ‘peace’ since Bator had joined the Assembly, concluded that Kang Jin-ho’s concept of ‘peace’ was wrong.

When was it that they fought, punched each other, and almost died because of Hong Wang, and now he’s talking about peace?

Of course, Bator would think the same as Lee Hyun-soo. But unfortunately, Bator couldn’t open his mouth right now. If he opened his mouth wrong, his tongue would be cut off.

“Still slow.”

Thud!

When a person’s leg kicks a person’s stomach and makes that kind of sound, something is wrong.

Bator expressed this wrongness with his whole body. Bator’s body, which was rolling on the floor, trembled.

“You seem to be mistaken, but making your strength stronger isn’t everything. No matter how strong you are, it’s meaningless if you don’t get hit. Being strong doesn’t mean having a lot of power. You have to look at it comprehensively.”

Bator, whose face was distorted with pain, nodded with difficulty.

“Learning demonic arts isn’t the end. Think about how you’re going to use the demonic arts you’ve learned. You have the best body. But because of that best body, you’ve lived without paying attention to what others have to pay attention to.”

Kang Jin-ho continued speaking with a cold gaze.

“Don’t try to endure the blows. Evade and deceive. And don’t try to attack with all your might. It’s better to land the weakest blow than to miss the strongest blow. That’s the priority.”

“I, I’ll keep that in mind…”

Bator covered his mouth.

Ah… he’s going to throw up.

A sound of something gulping could be heard, and Bator nodded his head vigorously. Kang Jin-ho smiled lightly at the sight.

“Let’s stop here for today.”

“Tha, thank…”

Thud!

Bator’s upper body slammed into the floor, and dust billowed up. Lee Hyun-soo looked at that sight and thanked and thanked again that he didn’t have any talent for martial arts.

“Are you stopping here for today?”

Lee Hyun-soo, who had approached Kang Jin-ho with quick steps and awkwardly put his hands together, had a smile on his face.

As naturally as possible.

“Hmm, I should.”

Kang Jin-ho shrugged and said.

“It’s the first day, so we should go easy, right? We have to train properly from tomorrow, so we can’t wear ourselves out beforehand.”

…Easy? This?

Then what’s going to happen from tomorrow?

I want to ask. But I can’t ask.

Kang Jin-ho, who had stretched out, patted Lee Hyun-soo’s shoulder.

“Take care of things.”

“…Yes.”