CLS-Chapter 666

Chapter 666:

Crimson sword energy scattered in all directions.

It was such a characteristic blood-red sword energy that anyone present could guess it was one of the Blood Demon’s techniques.

What caught the eye was the fact that the blood-colored sword energy was being repelled rather than pushing through.

The blood sword energy that the Blood Demon had unleashed was being pushed back, unable to overcome the opposing force it collided with.

“Kuk!“

Empty air escaped from the Blood Demon’s mouth.

There was no sensation in his hands.

It had been his best strike, unleashed with all the power he could muster, yet his blood sword energy had simply bounced off Wei Yan-ho’s mad sphere, leaving him helpless.

And in the process, it had delivered a terrifying counterforce to him.

‘Damn it, getting surprised every single time is annoying.’

He kept being surpassed.

Whenever he thought Wei Yan-ho would be this strong, he always showed something even stronger.

Though he knew he shouldn’t judge Wei Yan-ho within the framework of common sense, he kept trying to confine Wei Yan-ho within that common sense. This wasn’t the Blood Demon’s fault.

Don’t all humans live by defining themselves and their surroundings through common sense?

It would be stranger if one could simply cast off that framework of common sense with a mere change of mindset.

‘But I must do it.’

The Blood Demon gritted his teeth.

If he couldn’t overcome the gap between the Wei Yan-ho he experienced directly and the Wei Yan-ho he drew in his mind, he wouldn’t be able to stop Wei Yan-ho.

“Mad Demon!”

“Kuk!“

The Mad Demon let out a roar and charged toward Wei Yan-ho.

His entire body swelled as he released streams of demonic energy.

And Wei Yan-ho watched the Mad Demon charging at him with sunken eyes.

Mad Demon Manifestation!

In the past, he had been helplessly defeated by this Mad Demon’s technique.

But now?

“Nothing has changed.”

Wei Yan-ho’s sword gently aimed at the Mad Demon. His white sword fluttered softly. He yielded his body to even the slightest breeze without resistance.

Against such a Wei Yan-ho’s sword, the Mad Demon’s momentum was like a storm. Wei Yan-ho’s sword bent gracefully like tall reeds bending in a storm.

But it did not break.

“Inoooooooom!“

The Mad Demon charged at Wei Yan-ho with savage momentum. The white sword that seemed about to break suddenly sprang back gracefully.

Chwaaaaak! Chwaaaaak!

White sword energy erupted as if to cover the entire front. The Mad Demon’s eyes widened at the chaotic dance of sword energy that completely blocked his vision.

Slash! Slash!

He was being cut.

His body, hard as steel, was being wounded and sliced as if it were an ordinary person’s body.

“Kuk!“

A groan escaped from the Mad Demon’s mouth.

This pain was unfamiliar.

The heavy pain of being struck by incoming energy was something he’d experienced quite often recently, but the pain of his body being split was utterly foreign. Come to think of it, wasn’t Wei Yan-ho also the last person to wound his body?

Back then, Wei Yan-ho had to risk his life just to cut the Mad Demon’s hand. But now, Wei Yan-ho was tearing apart the Mad Demon’s flesh all too easily.

Considering the time that had passed since then until now, it was an impossible occurrence. But the one accomplishing this impossible feat was right before his eyes.

At that moment, Wei Yan-ho’s figure suddenly appeared from behind the wall of incoming energy.

“Hup!“

Before the Mad Demon could even react, Wei Yan-ho’s sword came slicing toward the Mad Demon’s neck. Faced with the sword cutting toward his neck at a frightening speed, the Mad Demon threw his body to the ground.

Pride?

This wasn’t a situation to consider such things. Pride only had meaning for those who were alive. Who would do the foolish thing of trading pride for life?

Though he rolled his body to the ground, the crisis wasn’t over. The Mad Demon instinctively sensed something flying at him and kicked off the ground.

Kwaaaaang!

The ground exploded as if a volcano had erupted.

The earth’s surface flipped over, and stones and dirt scattered in all directions.

Thud!

The Mad Demon, who had collapsed and was supporting himself on the ground, looked at Wei Yan-ho with disbelieving eyes.

If he had been hit by that just now?

Nothing came to mind except death.

Had there ever been a time in his life when he felt so dazed?

“What the hell are you…?”

The Mad Demon knew all too well what expression he was making right now.

During the past war.

The people of the Central Plains who saw his powerful physique and beast-like aggressiveness all looked at him with faces as if their souls had been drained.

The face one shows when confronted with an existence beyond their comprehensible realm.

‘I am…’

The Mad Demon was making that expression now.

“You, you bastard!”

His pride was mercilessly crushed.

He had never once thought he would make such an expression while looking at another person. He had thought even less that the target would be Wei Yan-ho.

If only it weren’t Wei Yan-ho.

If the one who had bewildered him now had been some young punk he’d never seen before rather than Wei Yan-ho, he wouldn’t feel this way. The feeling of someone you’ve already crossed hands with once and thought you knew the end of again surpassing your imagination is something those who haven’t experienced it cannot fathom.

Scrape.

Wei Yan-ho’s white sword lightly scraped the ground.

Wei Yan-ho, who had lowered his sword, looked around with a strange expression. Then he took a light deep breath.

He was trying to maintain his composure, but he couldn’t completely stop his heart from pounding. His gaze turned toward the Mad Demon.

Seeing the Mad Demon looking at him with a dazed expression made heat rise within him.

‘I should have been this strong back then too.’

Because he wasn’t, his older brother went to the Demonic Cult.

And Wei Yan-ho was still running with sweat on his feet even at this moment to make up for that past mistake.

What if he had been strong from the beginning?

What if Wei Yan-ho had been as strong as he is now from when the Mad Demon first came looking for him? Wouldn’t his fate have changed quite a bit by now?

In the end, everything happened because he was weak.

Wei Yan-ho’s sword aimed at the Mad Demon.

Looking at the sword aimed at him, the Mad Demon staggered to his feet. His appearance, bleeding from small cuts all over his body, was reminiscent of a malevolent demon.

“You bastard…”

Wei Yan-ho shook his head.

“You shouldn’t be angry.”

“…What?”

“I should be the one who’s angry. You’re the one who came looking for me when I was just minding my own business, picking fights and attacking me, and stealing away my only older brother.”

“…”

Wei Yan-ho spoke with cold eyes.

“If you had just left me alone back then, I wouldn’t have even thought about fighting the Demonic Cult. By now, I would have been buried in Guangdong, just sleeping. So you’re the one who created this entire situation.”

This was Wei Yan-ho’s sincere feeling.

Even at this moment, Wei Yan-ho had no pride in representing the martial world, nor any sense of duty to save the martial world. It wasn’t that he didn’t think he’d eventually have to fight since the Demonic Cult would obviously advance to Guangdong if left alone, but at least he wouldn’t have taken the vanguard like this.

There was only one reason Wei Yan-ho was fighting with all his might now.

“Where is my older brother?”

“…”

“Until now, I had no choice but to just watch because I lacked strength, but not anymore. So if you want to die peacefully, you’d better answer. Where is my older brother?”

The Mad Demon bared his teeth and laughed.

‘If you want to die peacefully’…

Who in the world could dare say such words to the Mad Demon of All Under Heaven?

“Kukukukukuk, I’ve lived too long.”

To see such harsh treatment.

“Don’t worry. You’ll stop living now.”

“Your brother? Wei San-ho?”

The Mad Demon giggled.

“Do you still think your brother is alive?”

Wei Yan-ho’s eyes sank coldly.

“Provocation won’t work on me.”

“I’m only stating facts.”

“Yes, I’m sure you are.”

Wei Yan-ho was unshaken.

The Mad Demon had given up many things to take Wei San-ho away. There was no reason to kill Wei San-ho after going to such lengths to bring him.

“You don’t believe me.”

“I have no intention of believing what Demonic Cult bastards say at face value.”

“Kukukukukuk.“

The Mad Demon burst into laughter.

“Reality is sometimes more bitter than imagination.”

“Yes, yes. I understand.”

Wei Yan-ho slightly tightened his grip on his sword.

Whether what the Mad Demon was saying was true or false didn’t matter. Nothing would change whether he won or lost this war of words. The best way to verify the truth of his words was to defeat these people here and crush the Demonic Cult.

After that, Wei Yan-ho could confirm with his own two eyes.

“If you’re done talking, I’ll begin. I’m getting annoyed with exchanging words any longer.”

Wei Yan-ho took one step forward.

Just one step.

It was just one step taken without much meaning, but the Mad Demon felt an indescribable pressure from that single step.

‘Damn it.’

He hadn’t released any momentum, nor had he displayed any flashy swordsmanship. He had merely taken one step, yet the Mad Demon felt as if his entire body was being slashed to pieces.

Wei Yan-ho already held a solid advantage in his mind.

Along with fear, rebellious feelings surged up.

‘I am the Mad Blood Demon Emperor.’

Wasn’t he a symbol of fear even within the Cult? Yet to be frightened by such a wet-behind-the-ears kid—this was far too shameful.

As anger boiled up, demonic energy naturally flowed out of his body. The Mad Blood Demon Emperor glared at Wei Yan-ho with reddened eyes.

“I’ll tear you to pieces, you bastard!”

“If you can.”

“Ooooooooo!“

The Mad Blood Demon Emperor released streams of demonic energy as he charged at Wei Yan-ho.

“Mad Demon! Stop!”

The Blood Demon cried out in horror, but the Mad Blood Demon Emperor didn’t seem to hear the Blood Demon’s words. The Blood Demon grimaced and charged after the Mad Blood Demon Emperor toward Wei Yan-ho.

Joining this foolish behavior was an utterly pathetic thing to do, but letting the Mad Demon die would be an even more foolish act.

“Wei Yan-hooooooo!”

Black demonic energy billowed like clouds from the Mad Demon’s right fist. The demonic energy that had swelled up like clouds suddenly condensed, gathering clearly like a black diamond.

Fist Force.

Its density and size were different from ordinary fist force. The black fist force that completely covered the Mad Demon’s large fist fell toward Wei Yan-ho’s head.

Savage energy.

An explosive wild energy that made one’s legs go weak just from facing it struck Wei Yan-ho. But even in that storm of energy, Wei Yan-ho’s posture didn’t waver in the slightest.

He simply gazed at the charging Mad Demon with endlessly sunken eyes.

Chill.

The moment he made eye contact with Wei Yan-ho, the Mad Demon instinctively sensed that something was wrong. But like all regrets, he should have realized this fact a little sooner.

Wei Yan-ho’s white sword drew a gentle arc.

Unlike the savage Mad Demon, infinitely leisurely and infinitely slow. But that slow sword was much faster than the Mad Demon’s swift strike.

Slash.

With a chilling sound, the charging Mad Demon’s wrist was severed cleanly.

Wei Yan-ho’s white sword indifferently pierced into the neck of the Mad Demon, whose eyes were bulging in disbelief.

Thud.

Along with the sound of the sword piercing through his neck, the Mad Demon’s body froze solid.