The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 274

A low sound of shock went through the crowd. Duke Bamford stared. Blood was spreading on the ground. ‘Diego lost?’ he thought, his mind racing. ‘To a 4-star swordsman?’ He couldn’t believe it.

Duke Bamford was a veteran. He had led armies in many wars. He knew a lot about swords, even if he wasn’t a master himself. That’s why he had agreed to Roman Dmitry’s plan.

Even if Roman had a trick, it shouldn’t have mattered. Diego was one of the Twelve Swords of the Continent. Losing to Chris? Impossible. The Twelve Swords were like legends. They were the best of the best swordsmen.

Diego’s 6-star aura was like a storm. It should have crushed Chris. But Diego had lost. Bamford hadn’t even seen Chris move. Then, blood burst from Diego’s chest.

From the start, it seemed crazy for Chris to fight a 6-star aura with only a 4-star aura. Duke Bamford watched silently as Diego stumbled, then fell. Diego’s face hit the dirt. Blood poured out. It made a dark pool on the ground. Diego was dead. For nothing.

“Waaah!”

“Chris! Chris! Chris!” The soldiers of Cairo and Dmitry roared. They were wild with joy. Before the fight, they were worried. Diego was famous. But Chris had won! They didn’t care how. They just knew Chris was the winner.

The first match. It was Dmitry’s victory.

Chris walked back, shaking blood off his sword. Then Kevin stepped up, ready to fight.

‘Damn it!’ Duke Bamford thought, his face angry. They only had two 6-star swordsmen here. Some were busy with other things. Now Diego was gone. Bamford wanted to send Hannibal next. But he had already said Hannibal would fight later.

Hannibal was much stronger, even for a 6-star. Hannibal would beat Kevin easily. But Bamford couldn’t change his plan now. Chronos had to keep its promises. Duke Bamford was furious, but he hid it. He called out, “Blanco.”

“Yes,” a man answered. He was in his forties, with broad shoulders and a face like sharp rocks. He stepped forward when Duke Bamford called. “The enemy is just a 3-star swordsman,” Bamford said, his voice cold. “Listen to me. If you lose to him, I will destroy your whole family. Do you understand? You must win. But if you win, and bring honor to Chronos, I will reward you greatly.”

“I understand,” Blanco said. He nodded, but his eyes showed a flicker of worry. Still, he felt sure he would win. Kevin looked weak. Blanco wondered how he even became a fighter.

Blanco walked towards Kevin. “I am Blanco,” he announced. It was polite to say your name before a fight. But Kevin didn’t react. He just stood there, moving his lips, whispering something too quiet to hear. Blanco’s face tightened. He was Blanco! Number seven in Chronos! Only the six 6-star swordsmen were stronger. People should fear his name. But Kevin acted like he didn’t even see him. This made Blanco even angrier.

“No talking then?” Blanco growled.

Clang! Blanco’s sword flashed out. He didn’t need words. He wanted to win fast. He pushed off the ground hard. Dust flew up. A swirl of his aura appeared around him as he charged. Blanco poured his 5-star aura into his sword, ready to strike with full power. Kevin still didn’t move. Then, as Blanco’s sword came down, Kevin’s eyes snapped open. They were red and burning. Wham! Their swords crashed together. It was a huge impact. Kevin didn’t just block. He attacked the weak point in Blanco’s aura. At the same time, Kevin twisted his blade, aiming for Blanco’s chest.

Blanco was furious. How could Kevin block his attack with only a 3-star aura? And Kevin was attacking him back, fearless!

“Where do you think you’re going?!” Blanco roared. His sword moved like lightning. He attacked Kevin again and again. They traded blows in a blur. Then, Blanco saw it – a small opening in Kevin’s defense. He lunged forward, sword aimed at Kevin’s chest. But then he froze. Kevin was attacking him too! They would hit each other at the same time. Blanco quickly thought. He was faster than Kevin. But Kevin’s eyes… they were wild, crazy. Blanco didn’t want to risk it.

Swish! Blanco jumped back. Kevin didn’t stop. Blanco blocked Kevin’s next attack, but Kevin’s sword sliced his arm. Thwack! Blanco felt the sting. He saw blood fly. But Kevin didn’t even flinch. His face didn’t change. He didn’t look scared at all. Blanco couldn’t understand it. Kevin kept attacking, like he didn’t care if he died. He attacked while Blanco was still pulling back his sword. Swish! Kevin’s sword aimed for Blanco’s head. Kevin moved just enough to dodge, then attacked Blanco’s chest. Swish! Blanco stepped back again, blocking the chest attack. He unleashed his aura in a burst, hitting Kevin’s chest with his own aura. Their auras crashed together. But Blanco felt something strange. He didn’t feel the strong push of aura he expected. Kevin was blocking his aura in some way he couldn’t understand.

Flash! Blanco turned his head fast. Kevin was attacking again, right in his face. Blanco could feel Kevin’s breath. Kevin was crazy! He blocked Blanco’s attack and attacked at the same time. It was almost brave. A 3-star aura against a 5-star aura. And Kevin never backed down. Blanco understood why people called him Dmitry’s devil. Why they were afraid of him. But… ‘He can’t beat me,’ Blanco thought. He could feel it now. With every clash of swords, Kevin was getting weaker. Kevin was blocking his attacks somehow, but Blanco’s power was too much. He was slowly winning. This fight was going his way.

Blanco decided to be careful. He would slowly wear Kevin down. Kevin was too crazy to rush. Even if Blanco won, he didn’t want to get badly hurt. If he lost an arm or a leg, his sword fighting days would be over. Again, they clashed. Swish! Kevin’s sword just missed him. Blanco was about to attack back when he heard a shout from behind. “Blanco! Wake up! You’re trapped!” It was Duke Bamford’s voice, sharp with fear. Blanco’s blood ran cold. Trapped? He hadn’t noticed. He thought he was winning. But in the fast fight, he had been moving back, step by step, blocking Kevin’s attacks. One step back. Two steps. Three… ‘Wait…’ Blanco thought, his eyes widening. ‘What is this?!’ He looked around for the first time in a while.

Soldiers were trapped. Enemies were right behind them, pushing them back into a deadly place.

His head spun violently.

Kevin was angry and spoke loudly about what he didn’t like.

“I wanted a six-star swordsman. Not some bloke like you, but a six-star swordsman like ‘that fellow’ back then.”

At those words.

Blanco looked bewildered.

Blanco was confused. He didn’t understand why Kevin was acting so strangely and talking to himself.

Over the past few days, Roman Dmitry’s teachings had led Kevin to a new world.

Merely grasping the essence of aura was astonishing, but the existence of the ‘Celestial Demon Sword Technique’ that Roman Dmitry spoke of was simply ecstatic.

He learned the first three forms of the Celestial Demon Sword Technique’s first half.

He explained that Celestial Demon Divine Art was an area he couldn’t master with the Ghostly Soul Demonic Art, and that even using only the first half of the Celestial Demon Sword Technique based on the Ghostly Soul Demonic Art would push his body to its limits.

That day, he had grasped powerful strength.

In this changed situation, like Chris, he wanted to test his strength against a six-star swordsman.

But then, Blanco stepped forward.

He was displeased and angry.

Kevin, who had deliberately exposed himself to corner his opponent, spoke with eyes gleaming.

“I will attack three times from now on. If you can block all those attacks, I will concede defeat and offer my head.”

The opponent was cornered.

He would have no choice but to give it his all.

Blanco was furious.

Kevin’s statement made it seem as if he thought of himself as superior.

“Such impudence…”

It was then.

‘Celestial Demon Sword Technique, first half, first form.’

Rumble!

Aura exploded.

In a situation where he couldn’t retreat, Blanco hastily raised his aura to counter the attack.

Wham!

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!

Each strike landed with a deafening CRASH! The ground shook with the force of the blows. Soldiers nearby stumbled and fell from the shockwaves.

The soldiers watching the situation were knocked away, and Blanco received a shock that felt as if his mana was instantly extinguished.

His eyes shook madly.

If he was a three-star aura swordsman, according to the information known about Kevin, it didn’t make sense that Kevin was using an attack of such tremendous power.

‘Celestial Demon Sword Technique, first half, second form.’

Rumble!

It was the next attack, Kevin’s second attack.

Sensing the unusual energy, Blanco gritted his teeth and mustered all his strength.

He believed in himself.

In a battle of strength against strength, it was impossible for him to be defeated by a mere three-star swordsman.

However.

Crack!

Like glass breaking, cracks spider-webbed across Blanco’s aura shield. It shattered into fragments of light, disappearing like smoke.

Clang.

That was Blanco’s last memory.

It was only the second attack, but the attack that tore through his aura and struck him sliced through his body.

“Kraaah!”

Blood sprayed from the wound, staining the ground red as Blanco staggered back.

His eyes lost focus, he staggered, and then he knelt down.

Three attacks.

The second of them.

Kevin, without confirming his full strength, looked down at Blanco with cold eyes.

“I told you. I wanted a six-star swordsman.”

Flash.

He severed his head.

The head soared into the sky.

Beyond it, he saw Duke Bamford’s face, stained with astonishment.

Diego’s defeat, he understood it, albeit grudgingly.

Chris’s swordsmanship, which focused on speed, showed strengths that ignored the difference in aura.

However, Blanco’s defeat was unacceptable.

The aura that swirled from Kevin’s sword was too destructive, and in a simple battle of strength against strength, the three-star aura had simply overwhelmed the five-star aura.

Duke Bamford felt as if the world of common sense was collapsing completely.

Regardless of the reason, the situation that unfolded before his eyes was something that could not happen in reality.

Kevin’s condition didn’t look good.

The previous attack seemed to have aftereffects on him as well, but that didn’t change the fact that he was the victor.

The match was over.

Dmitry’s victory.

It was a humiliating situation.

Duke Bamford trembled with immense humiliation.

“Roman Dmitry, I don’t know what kind of trick you pulled, but the result of the Daejeonsa battle does not determine the victory or defeat of the war.”

He denied reality.

In a situation where he was shouting in anger, Roman Dmitry simply smiled without saying a word.

At that, he was certain.

From the beginning, Roman Dmitry wanted an all-out war.

The Cronos Empire, the Kingdom Alliance, and everyone on the continent denied reality, saying that was not the case, but this madman was initially thinking of settling the score with a head-on confrontation with Cronos.

It was absurd, and at the same time, he admired it.

The fact that there was someone in the world who could think like that, and the fact that he had reversed the situation with the result of the Daejeonsa battle.

Roman Dmitry was the real deal.

The moment the situation flowed according to his intentions, he had a feeling that even a 300,000-strong army might be reduced to a defeated rabble.

Absolutely, it couldn’t happen.

Duke Bamford made a move.

“All troops, listen! Although we have lost the Daejeonsa battle, this is just a trick by Roman Dmitry to gain the upper hand! We have enough power to overwhelm the enemies. The presence of a 300,000-strong army and the 8-circle magician, Lord Shefir, does not allow even a 1 percent chance of our defeat. Believe in yourselves. Believe in the Empire. If you risk your lives for the Empire, you will always be the victors.”

He shouted hoarsely.

Usually, there is a break after the Daejeonsa battle.

However, in a defeated situation, he couldn’t miss such a golden opportunity as now, with the enemies appearing on the plain.

“All troops, attack!”

“Attack!”

The order was given.

At that thunderous command, the soldiers of the Cronos Empire rushed forward all at once.

A single speech reversed the atmosphere, and in the atmosphere that spread like an epidemic, they showed confidence in victory.

Cronos! Invincible army!

They surged in.

At the sudden attack, the soldiers of the Kingdom Alliance hastily took up their weapons.

It was then, passing by the people, passing by Kevin, Roman Dmitry walked forward.

As Kevin tried to follow, Roman Dmitry said.

“You’ve done well. From now on, it’s my turn.”

This war was reckless, as people said.

But living as Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk, there had never been a moment of peace in his life.

Swish.

He drew his sword.

The Central Plains Murim had said, the strongest person under the heavens.

If there are nine sword techniques representing the Celestial Demon, there are nine steps to support them.

While living his life in this present world, Roman Dmitry had never unleashed his full power, where his mind, footwork, and swordsmanship became one.

And now, looking at the rushing enemies, Roman Dmitry took his first step.

‘Celestial Demon’s Descent Step.’

Roman Dmitry took his first step, ready to face the enemy. He was finally going to show his true power.