The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 232

A wave of whispers went through the crowd. Everyone was waiting in line, eager to see Morales.

A giant man walked to the front of the line. Everyone watched him.

People shouted from all directions.

It was a familiar sight.

The monster of Valhalla.

Or, as some called him, the berserker warrior.

Morales was the embodiment of Valhalla.

People thought Morales was the perfect Valhalla warrior. He had Valhallan blood and had fought in battles since he was a child. He had proven he was a strong warrior.

He showed no fear.

He enjoyed duels with strong opponents. When he first entered the Valhalla rankings, people still talked about the sight of him covered in blood, having blown away his opponent’s head.

Even though he was ranked 12th, not in the top ten, the people of Valhalla loved Morales. They shouted his name and cheered when he walked by.

And now, he was stepping up to face Roman Dmitry.

The people followed Morales, certain he would win.

‘Barbosa, I will end this bond with you in this duel,’ he thought.

Morales thought back. He remembered when he first met Barbosa.

Morales had as much talent as Barbosa. But in a match between the village’s best warriors, he lost to Barbosa.

It wasn’t just about skill.

Before the match, someone interfered with Morales, so he wasn’t in the best condition.

He didn’t make excuses.

Taking care of your body was also a skill.

So, Morales was defeated.

Spitting blood, his skin torn, Morales glared at his opponent with anger.

From that moment on, their bad relationship began.

He covered the scars from that day with tattoos. He trained hard for the day he would face Barbosa again.

But things didn’t change. Barbosa came from a rich family.

With power behind him, he grew stronger quickly, unlike Morales, who grew up in the wild.

Barbosa was ranked 6th, and Morales was 12th.

The future seemed clear. The small difference had become a big gap. But Morales still wanted to end their bad relationship.

‘If I agreed with reality, I could live comfortably like you. But I am a warrior of Valhalla. To be proud, I will become stronger on my own. Barbosa, I can’t stand people like you wearing the mask of a warrior and getting cheered by the people.’

This duel was life or death.

Barbosa would try to kill him. The memory of that day drove him forward.

He arrived at his destination.

He saw the place where Roman Dmitry was.

Morales took a deep breath.

Then, in a voice as loud as his body, he called out the name of the man he would fight.

“Roman Dmitry! I, Morales, will be your opponent!”

Beyond the door, Roman Dmitry appeared.

Even after hearing Morales’ name, Roman Dmitry didn’t react much.

He was not afraid.

He accepted the duel with a strong opponent like it was normal. Morales asked with interest:

“Roman Dmitry, I have to ask you something. Everyone knows Valhalla asked you to fight Barbosa to get revenge for Count Denver. It’s a dangerous job that doesn’t honor you as a warrior. Why did you agree to it, knowing what they really want?”

“An invitation for revenge?”

“What is he talking about?”

People whispered.

They had never heard of this.

The people thought Roman Dmitry was simply invited, but there was a hidden truth.

The Valhalla Festival was to honor warriors.

People were needed to make the event special, but the Valhalla leaders were selfish and not following the true purpose.

Some people were angry.

If Morales was right, the Valhalla Imperial Family was trying to ruin Valhalla.

Roman Dmitry spoke.

“Why should I avoid it? If the place that threatens my life is on the stage where we prove each other’s strength, the Valhalla Empire cannot kill me.”

“You think you can beat Barbosa?”

“If that wasn’t the case, I wouldn’t have accepted the invitation.”

“Haha!”

Morales laughed loudly.

He liked Roman Dmitry.

Knowing Valhalla’s plan, he walked into the trap, trusting his own skills.

He was brave.

Bold.

A man who fit Valhalla, who knew the spirit of Valhalla.

“You are arrogant. So, I respect you. I love men like you. Knowing you are in a death trap, warriors who fight to the end will be blessed by Valhalla even in death. But it’s too early for you. You are only twenty and haven’t seen the world. You are being reckless in facing Barbosa. So, I will take your place.”

Roman Dmitry smirked.

“You say interesting things.”

“Before I got here, when facing swordsmen called Rankers, no one thought I would win. They all said the same thing as you. At twenty years old. Someone like you. You can’t beat Rankers who have proven themselves. But now, I stand here as the victor.”

He drew his sword.

“Do you think you will be any different?”

Morales’ face changed.

It wasn’t anger, but joy.

He didn’t expect this.

Roman Dmitry, who he thought was clueless, was a madman who knew the spirit of Valhalla.

A duel with the strong was always exciting.

No more questions.

No more words were needed.

“Very well. Let’s see who is the warrior for this festival.”

Mana erupted from Morales.

Morales charged at Roman Dmitry.

The people didn’t see it.

In a flash.

The giant man suddenly appeared before Roman Dmitry and swung his greatsword.

A powerful explosion erupted.

Morales’ greatsword had an aura unlike anything he had faced before. A huge aura swept towards Roman Dmitry.

The ground shook. The shock made the onlookers fall.

He brought his sword down on his head.

Roman Dmitry lifted his sword to block. Morales attacked fiercely, swinging his sword down again and again, not caring about defending himself.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! The sounds of metal crashing echoed.

Morales attacked with wild power.

Morales left his chest open, only focusing on attacking and not defending at all.

A flash of light! A sword sliced through the air.

Roman Dmitry tried to attack back.

Morales saw Roman Dmitry’s sword move towards him. He quickly used his aura in his body to change direction and dodge.

It was a very close call.

If he had made even a small mistake, his body would have been cut open and his insides would have spilled out. But Morales didn’t care and attacked again right away.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

CLANG!

BOOM!

He was a berserk warrior.

That’s why people called him that.

He was someone who ignored defense and only focused on attacking.

Morales fought like he was on the edge of a blade.

His skin had tattoos, but you could barely see them because of all the scars. These scars showed how dangerous his fighting style was. He was covered in scars from cuts, tears, and deep wounds. It was a mess. But Morales was stubborn and believed that a fight wasn’t real unless you got scars.

Shhhk.

Morales pushed Roman Dmitry back, trapping him.

Then, he let out his aura.

The aura exploded out of him, like it was trying to reach the sky, and pushed down on Roman Dmitry again.

Wham-

Rumble!

‘He’s blocking this?’

Morales’ eyes gleamed.

The clash just now.

It was an attack that even other strong swordsmen at the same level couldn’t block.

But Roman Dmitry didn’t just block Morales’ attack. He immediately attacked back, aiming for Morales’ weak spot. He was very fast.

Morales quickly used his aura to react right away. But a small cut appeared on Morales’ cheek, and blood started to come out.

Morales grinned.

Roman Dmitry was the real thing.

He wasn’t just confident for no reason. He really had the skills to fight Barbosa.

‘The world is wide. To reach this level in his twenties.’

Morales thought back.

He recalled the existence called the First Sword.

Even that monstrous being, whom Morales had first completely acknowledged defeat to, would not have been as strong as Roman Dmitry at his age.

But.

Roman Dmitry is young.

Meeting him at a time when he was not yet mature was a cruel fate.

Wham!

He stomped on the ground.

Aura waves rose, and the ground cracked as if an earthquake had occurred.

An unfamiliar way of using aura.

The ground collapsed, restricting space, and the stones that flew in all directions blocked Roman Dmitry’s movements.

He cornered his opponent.

“Try blocking this too.”

Rumble!

Morales’ sword fell towards Roman Dmitry.

A fleeting moment.

He saw the opponent’s intention.

Morales had destroyed the surrounding terrain for the sake of a pure clash of power.

‘Are the higher-ranked different?’

His previous opponents.

Their use of aura was limited.

They either manifested the aura that exploded from their bodies through a medium, or used it to amplify their physical abilities.

But Morales was different.

He spread his aura into the ground, causing cracks as if an earthquake was occurring, and individually adjusted the stones floating in the air, placing them in positions that were difficult to avoid.

A moment’s judgment.

He was cornered.

Roman Dmitry could face him head-on, but he actively responded to his opponent’s intentions.

Tap.

He quickly stepped back.

In a situation where the ground was collapsing as soon as he stepped on it, Morales rushed in like a bear.

“You can’t escape anymore!”

Rumble!

The greatsword swelled greatly.

The clarity of the aura was so great that it seemed as if the size of the greatsword had increased by about two times.

Wham!

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!

The attack exploded.

While limiting the space with the collapsing ground and stones, he frantically pushed in a situation where Roman Dmitry could not avoid it.

Dizzying lights flashed from all directions.

Ordinary people could not bear to open their eyes in the aura storm, and the only scene they could confirm was the aura lights entangled and colliding with each other.

Whoosh-

It cut through the wind.

The atmosphere cracked, and Morales’ gaze turned to Roman Dmitry.

Bang!

His foot stomped on the floor.

The ground collapsed.

At the same time, a stone popped up, perfectly blocking Roman Dmitry’s movement.

A dead end.

It was then.

The moment Morales’ sword fell towards Roman Dmitry, Roman Dmitry’s figure disappeared from sight.

Morales.

He was deeply mistaken.

From the beginning, thinking that he was superior in a battle of strength against strength was a hasty judgment, and the terrain had no effect on Roman Dmitry.

In his past life. He fought in various environments.

Even on a vast prairie, on a swaying deck, or on the edge of a cliff where he could not retreat even a little.

Space is.

It’s just space.

How to utilize it depends entirely on human ability.

Thud.

Above his gaze.

Roman Dmitry rose.

He stepped on a stone floating in the air, and the stone did not sink at all, adding momentum to Roman Dmitry’s body.

Light Footwork.

It was a martial art about how to move.

Roman Dmitry used the stones floating in all directions like stairs, and quickly disappeared to a location that Morales could not dare to follow.

It was the moment when Morales’ scheme became useless.

Roman Dmitry neutralized the method that had defeated so many enemies with astonishing movements.

An unbelievable sight.

When Morales widened his eyes.

Above his head, a blaze of aura fell like lightning.