The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 551

Just as Park Min-woo didn’t think much of Wang Wi-ryong, Wang Wi-ryong felt the same way about him.

Beyond Park Min-woo’s arrogance, Wang Wi-ryong disliked the secretive relationship between him and Roman Dmitry.

Wang Wi-ryong thought, ‘People call the White-Clothed Wizard a champion of justice, but he’s no different from a common street thug. The problem is that someone with such a poor character shares secrets with Emperor Roman Dmitry. He knew I am from the Demonic Cult, and Emperor Roman Dmitry is its leader. The White-Clothed Wizard knows all of this.’

It was annoying.

It didn’t make sense.

The fact that Roman Dmitry was Chunma Baek Jung-hyuk would need a complex explanation. Yet, Park Min-woo acted as if they had a connection from long ago.

If Park Min-woo was simply afraid of losing power, Wang Wi-ryong would have understood.

Roman Dmitry already had powerful people around him. Wang Wi-ryong was new. It was natural for the others to be annoyed by someone like him suddenly appearing.

However, Park Min-woo was different.

It wasn’t just jealousy, but a suspicion that only someone who knew a secret could have.

It was an obsession that went beyond the limit, to the point of expressing murderous intent.

It was strange.

The way he wanted Roman Dmitry’s attention so much, and the secret of the White-Clothed Wizard…

Wang Wi-ryong said,

“If you were simply someone seeking power, I might not have cared about your words or arrogant behavior. But Park Min-woo, you keep talking about how close you are to Emperor Roman Dmitry. That’s your mistake. It’s not about power, it’s about you acting like you’re more important to him than anyone else.”

He turned.

Even as he spoke, he moved away from Park Min-woo, who was staring at him fiercely.

“No matter what secrets you hold, they cannot be deeper than the connection between me and His Majesty, linked by the Demonic Cult. And there is something you must keep in mind. In the Demonic Cult, a hierarchy battle is serious. It’s about life and death. It’s not just about who is stronger. You can die. Are you ready for that?”

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“Then that’s enough.”

He stopped walking abruptly.

Turning around, he saw Park Min-woo, who was quite far away.

“They say wizards are weak in close combat. I will allow you enough space to display your abilities. So…”

Sreung.

He drew his sword.

Wang Wi-ryong showed a fierce aura, different from before.

“From now on, give it your all.”

Pat.

Rumble!

It seemed like a contradiction.

Wang Wi-ryong said he’d give him space, but a few steps didn’t matter at all.

Tap tap tap.

Rumble!

He cut through the space.

In an instant, the distance between them narrowed, and Wang Wi-ryong suddenly appeared right in front of him, showing intense murderous intent.

Flash!

The sword split the space.

The moment he was about to cut Park Min-woo’s body, his body disappeared like a mirage.

“To dare worry about me. Even if a battle broke out right in front of me, someone like you would not be my match. Explosion.”

Wham!

Fwoooosh!

Intense flames erupted.

Park Min-woo was already fluttering his wings in the air, and Wang Wi-ryong deployed a sword barrier, blocking all the swaying flames.

That was just the beginning.

Park Min-woo’s upper dantian received a fierce flow of mana, and he spewed out magic at a speed that ordinary wizards could not even imagine.

“Explosion, Explosion, Explosion!”

Bang, bang, bang.

Kaboom! Kaboom! Kaboom!

A series of explosions.

Magic erupted like crazy.

The heat, hot enough to make his skin burn, rose sharply, and a thick cloud of dust hid Wang Wi-ryong’s presence.

In that moment, Park Min-woo raised his finger.

At the same time as a huge barrier formed, Wang Wi-ryong, who appeared through the dust cloud, cut through the barrier.

Flash!

Kaboom! Kaboom! Kaboom!

Several explosions.

It didn’t work at all.

Wang Wi-ryong cut through the barrier with a face that wasn’t even slightly scorched, showing the appearance of the highest-level defense magic called Great Shield being cut off at once.

There was no wavering in Park Min-woo’s eyes.

If he was a descendant of the Demonic Cult, he would have expected this much, even if he didn’t inherit the real thing.

Tap tap tap.

His body scattered.

He transformed into dozens of Park Min-woo, simultaneously unleashing magic.

“Chain Lightning.”

Bzzzt!

Whips of blue-white lightning crackled, jumping and spitting with electric fury from all directions.

It wasn’t an illusion.

The magic was all real.

In the face of the intensely striking attacks, Wang Wi-ryong cut through the space flickering with electricity.

He read the truth even in the confusing situation.

He realized that even if magic could be used simultaneously by one person, the subject of the magic was only one.

‘Demonic Sword Technique.’

Flash!

A single strike.

The moment the Demonic Sword Technique split the space.

Kaboom! Kaboom! Kaboom!

The atmosphere was torn apart.

All the magic disappeared, and Park Min-woo’s existence was swept away as it was.

“Kuh.”

Park Min-woo twisted his expression.

He was strong.

The Demonic Sword Technique was only a fake, but it possessed more than enough destructive power, and Park Min-woo unleashed magic to attack Wang Wi-ryong even as he fell, having lost his wings.

Bang, bang, bang, explosions occurred all over Wang Wi-ryong’s body along with tremendous explosive sounds.

It was an attack that even most S-rank hunters couldn’t handle, but Wang Wi-ryong raised his mana to protect his body firmly.

He didn’t care.

He knew that he wouldn’t fall with just this much.

As Wang Wi-ryong narrowed the distance in the air, Park Min-woo’s figure disappeared, revealing himself in a completely different space.

“Blink.”

Space movement magic.

Park Min-woo’s eyes were dyed bright red.

“Hell Fire.”

Fwoosh.

Fwoooosh!

He created the flames of hell.

Park Min-woo continued to use Blink magic, revealing himself in different places, and the powerful magic coming from his hands swept away Wang Wi-ryong’s existence.

Even Wang Wi-ryong, who had landed on the ground, couldn’t let his guard down this time.

It was a tremendous heat that would burn away his entire lungs, and Wang Wi-ryong protected his body tightly while simultaneously exploding mana fiercely from his dantian.

Rumble!

Park Min-woo’s presence dominated all directions.

Truth and lies were mixed together.

Park Min-woo drove Wang Wi-ryong into a corner with his showy behavior, but this kind of thing didn’t work at all on Wang Wi-ryong.

He was the best in the world.

If it weren’t for Roman Dmitry, he would have been universally known as the best.

‘Defeat the White-Clothed Wizard and be recognized as a descendant of the Demonic Cult.’

A moment of silence.

Wang Wi-ryong’s eyes accurately found Park Min-woo.

Then, just like the figure in the mural, he extended his sword towards a single enemy.

‘Demonic Sword Technique.’

Flash!

Kaboom! Kaboom! Kaboom! Kaboom!

A single strike.

The power of the Demonic Sword Technique ripped through the space.

Drip, drip.

Blood flowed from Park Min-woo’s face.

He barely managed to avoid the attack that tore apart all directions, but he couldn’t stop the area above his eyebrows from being torn.

“Not bad.”

He laughed.

He saw Wang Wi-ryong approaching from afar.

Even though he had driven him so hard with magic, Wang Wi-ryong looked too unharmed, as if nothing had happened.

He was strong.

People called Wang Wiryong the world’s greatest swordsman. Stories said he alone unified the vast lands of China. Now, facing him in this dark space, Park Minwoo finally understood why.

Wang Wiryong had learned the Heavenly Demon Sword Art, but not deeply. Even so, his power was real. Park Minwoo knew he couldn’t win easily.

Park Minwoo didn’t want to fight in front of everyone. He knew normal magic, especially not black magic, might not be enough against Wang Wiryong. So, he tricked him into this hidden place. Here, away from prying eyes, Park Minwoo could finally show who he really was.

Park Minwoo pushed his hair back, a quick, confident move. Blood was stuck in his hair, but he just grinned, a wild, cruel smile. He didn’t care about the blood, or anything else.

“Wang Wiryong,” Park Minwoo said, his voice sharp. “When I win here – and I will win – I’m going to order you, the second-in-command, to do something for me, the *third* in command.”

A *clang* of metal echoed. *Rumble* shook the ground. Park Minwoo’s eyes turned completely black. Dark red magic rose around him like smoke, filling the air with shadow. “You will keep everything you see and hear here secret from the world,” he commanded, his voice echoing with power. “That is my order. Dark Field!” Darkness rushed out, swallowing everything. The fight had begun.

“Dark Gate!” Park Minwoo shouted. A deep *rumble* shook the darkness, like the earth splitting open. Then, a huge gate of shadows appeared, tearing through the air. From it poured the dead, drawn to Park Minwoo’s will. First a few, then dozens, then hundreds, a never-ending tide of rotting bodies that quickly filled every corner of the dark space.

Wang Wiryong faced a horde of dead. One man against so many? Park Minwoo felt no shame. This was *his* power. Just as Wang Wiryong had the deadly Heavenly Demon Sword Art, Park Minwoo had mastered magic. He knew, better than anyone, how magic could crush a swordsman.

The dead shrieked and groaned, a chorus of horror. They surged forward. Wang Wiryong didn’t flinch. He charged into the swarm. *Whish! Crack!* His sword moved like lightning. With each swing, bodies fell apart, limbs flying. He was a whirlwind of steel, cutting down everything in his path.

It was a slaughter. Wang Wiryong moved like a predator among prey, unstoppable. He was no ordinary man. He had fought his way to the top, unifying China through sheer force. Fear was not in his nature. No matter how bad things looked, he knew he would find a way to win.

Just as Wang Wiryong seemed to be winning, two figures burst from the dead horde, moving with terrifying speed. *Clang! Clang! Clang!* Swords clashed. Zahar and Goth. These were no ordinary dead. They were S-rank, the most powerful kind. They attacked Wang Wiryong relentlessly, forcing him to defend, blocking blow after blow, unable to get in a clean strike.

But then – *CLANG!* – a sudden, powerful block. Zahar had stopped Wang Wiryong’s blade, right at his neck. It was an impossibly fast attack, one that should have defeated even the best hunters. But Zahar seemed to *know* exactly what Wang Wiryong would do. This wasn’t Zahar’s skill alone. Park Minwoo was controlling them, guiding their every move, even while preparing his own magic. He was fighting with four hands, not two.

“Dark Lightning!” Park Minwoo yelled. *FLASH! BZZZT!* Bolts of lightning crashed down. Wang Wiryong raised his sword, creating a shield of energy to block the attack. But in that moment of defense, Zahar and Goth attacked again, striking with brutal force. *WHAM!* The ground shook. Wang Wiryong staggered, his face contorted in pain. Park Minwoo’s magic and the dead working together – it was almost too much to bear.

Wang Wiryong was surprised by Park Minwoo’s hidden strength, but anger flared in his eyes. He would not be beaten. Park Minwoo was a dangerous man, full of secrets. People called him the White Magician, but he had secretly learned dark magic too. Wang Wiryong would not let someone like that win, especially not against Roman Dmitry.

But something was wrong. Wang Wiryong had thought he could easily defeat the two dead, but they were relentless. He was being forced back, step by step. *WHAM!* Goth’s fist slammed into his guard. As Wang Wiryong blocked and tried to strike back, Zahar was already there, his sword aimed down at Wang Wiryong’s head. It was a deadly attack. Wang Wiryong had to pull back, just to defend himself. And Park Minwoo, as if he knew exactly what would happen, unleashed another wave of magic. *WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!* Zahar and Goth charged through the explosions, pressing their attack.

Wang Wiryong knew he had to use his ultimate technique, the Heavenly Demon Sword Art. He began to unleash its power, but Zahar and Goth met his attack with an impossible defense, blocking every strike as if they knew his every move. A chill went down Wang Wiryong’s spine. He finally understood. Park Minwoo was not just a magician. He controlled the dead with incredible skill, and it was like he could *read* Wang Wiryong’s mind, even predict the Heavenly Demon Sword Art itself.

Wang Wiryong couldn’t believe it. It felt like Park Minwoo understood the Heavenly Demon Sword Art better than *he* did, the one who had trained his whole life, studying the ancient teachings of the Heavenly Demon Cult. Wang Wiryong didn’t know the real reason. Park Minwoo was once Alexandr, and before that, Kim Panseok. As Alexandr, he had fought Roman Dmitry and faced the true Heavenly Demon Sword Art. He had never forgotten it. Even in this new life, he relived those battles, always imagining Roman Dmitry as his opponent.

Wang Wiryong had learned the sword art from old pictures and stories. But Alexandr had faced the real thing. To Alexandr, Wang Wiryong was not a great challenge. If Roman Dmitry wasn’t in the picture, Wang Wiryong was just someone Alexandr would eventually overcome.

*WHAM! Rumble!* Zahar and Goth struck again, harder than before. Even the Heavenly Demon Sword Art couldn’t stop them. Then, Park Minwoo unleashed magic unlike anything Wang Wiryong had ever seen. “It’s over,” Park Minwoo said, his voice cold. “Heaven’s Fury!” *FLASH! RUMBLE!* The sky seemed to crack open, and bolts of lightning, countless and blinding, slammed into Wang Wiryong. He raised his sword, but it was useless. The magic crashed over him, swallowing him whole. *WHAM! CRACK! BOOM!* The darkness exploded with light and sound.

Wang Wiryong crashed to his knees. Dust and smoke settled around him. He was alive, but barely. Every muscle screamed in pain. He hung his head, exhausted. A groan escaped his lips. He had given everything, and it wasn’t enough. This was the first time he had ever truly been defeated since mastering the Heavenly Demon Sword Art. He heard footsteps approaching and forced himself to look up. Even in defeat, he would not show weakness. He raised his head and saw Park Minwoo standing over him, a cruel smile on his face.

“In my old life,” Park Minwoo said, his voice dripping with arrogance, “many tried to take my place. But only one ever defeated me – Emperor Roman Dmitry. And you, Wang Wiryong, you are not him. Don’t be ashamed of losing. You were simply unlucky enough to face me. Remember this moment. Because the next time you dare to look at me like that…” He leaned closer, his smile turning into a snarl. “I will rip out your eyes and take control of the Heavenly Demon Cult.” This was the end of the fight for second place. Park Minwoo had won.