The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 141
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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 141
Wesloe Bennett.
A member of Fuse America, one of the United States’ most renowned Guilds.
He had begun to distinguish himself not long after his awakening, and with his meteoric rise in power, he had become a celebrated player across the entire nation.
There was always one evaluation that followed him.
[Belligerent, excessively cruel in temperament, and arrogant.]
Yet Wesloe had succeeded. Despite all the negative scrutiny that dogged him, he had triumphed spectacularly.
He possessed both the strength and skill to back it up.
Wesloe himself took great pride in his abilities.
Cough! Gag!
But right now, that pride was cracking.
I wiped away the blood trickling from my mouth roughly.
Unbearable pain radiated throughout my entire body.
“This damned Korean bastard…!”
Inferno had left a massive scar across my chest.
The flames that spread from that point across my body were just as devastating.
It was only because I possessed resistance to flames that I hadn’t been burned alive on the spot.
I cursed as I tried to push myself up.
Crack!
Han Yu-sung, transformed into a bolt of lightning, closed the distance in an instant and thrust his blade toward my heart.
“Fuck! Ugh…!”
I cursed and parried the blade.
Heavenly Thunder Sword Technique, Second Form.
Thunder Slash.
Han Yu-sung immediately reversed his blade and unleashed a barrage of consecutive strikes, infusing each one with lightning.
Relentless slashes followed without pause for breath.
Weslor, parrying each strike, assessed the situation with rapid calculation.
This was bad. The circumstances favored him far too little.
‘I must create distance—find an opening, any opening.’
Weslor drew a sharp breath and summoned his mana.
Whoooosh!
Flames erupted explosively across Weslor’s entire body.
Searing heat and shockwaves swept outward, driving Han Yu-sung back.
Weslor did not relent, continuing to channel his mana.
And as he stomped the ground with force.
“Raaaaaahhhhh!”
The earth split open as countless pillars of flame erupted skyward.
Simultaneously, Weslor dragged his blade across the ground and swung upward, unleashing a torrent of ferocious fire from the blade’s edge that surged forth to consume Han Yu-sung entirely.
Han Yu-sung’s eyes widened as if witnessing something unexpected.
‘Flame magic combined with swordplay. His combat style has transformed since his previous life.’
In those days as the Soulless One, he had relied on buff magic to enhance himself and wielded multiple weapons with mastery, overwhelming opponents through relentless pressure.
‘Now he appears to be a Spellblade class.’
Han Yu-sung activated the armor’s effect—Dragon Scales.
Countless dragon scales affixed to his armor shot forth, transforming into multiple layers of barriers that intercepted the incoming inferno.
And beyond the scattering flames.
Weslor appeared, charging forward with fury burning in his eyes.
“I’ll incinerate you!”
Fierce flames erupted from Weslor’s blade.
He conjured countless flaming swords and stomped the ground with force.
The inferno embroidered across the sky fired in unison toward Han Yu-sung.
‘His primary magic appears to be flame-based.’
Han Yu-sung flicked his fingers lightly.
The shadow beneath his feet surged upward, transforming into countless shadow blades that collided with the incoming flame swords.
Immediately after, a colossal ice wall rose up like a fortification.
【Glacier Wall】.
Weslor gritted his teeth at the suddenly erected barrier.
There was no other way. He had to cut through the wall itself to reach Han Yu-sung!
The moment Weslor’s blade split the ice wall in one clean stroke.
Whoooosh!
“Gaaahhh…!”
The 【Blood Sea Flame Palm】 shot forth as if waiting for this exact moment, engulfing Weslor.
His body, unable to withstand the impact, was driven into the ground.
An unbearable burning pain coursed through his entire frame.
‘Damn it, what the hell…!’
There was no way not to know Han Yu-sung’s name.
He had performed brilliantly in successive trials and become even more famous for inflicting massive financial losses on two titled Lords.
Even Fuse America, one of the United States’ premier Guilds, was rumored to be collecting information in an attempt to recruit Han Yu-sung.
But.
‘How can he wield magic… at this level…!’
He knew Han Yu-sung was a player who could handle magic.
But he never expected it to be at this caliber.
The power of his magic, the speed of its casting, its scale—all surpassed his own.
Even more than himself, who had advanced into the Hidden Class 【Flame Blade】.
Flame Blade was a magic swordsman class, one particularly specialized in flame magic.
It was a class with numerous bonuses related to magic, so how could this be…!
“For someone so confident, you’re turning out to be rather underwhelming.”
Ice crystals and embers scattered in all directions.
Through them, Han Yu-sung walked forward slowly.
Weslor gritted his teeth, consumed by humiliation.
‘At this rate, it’s dangerous.’
I could feel defeat approaching.
Wasn’t this the chance to receive compensation from none other than the Blood Demon himself?
My lord had warned me never to miss this opportunity.
Above all, it was a chance to prove my strength once more.
I couldn’t let this slip away.
[You have used the C-rank Sacred Relic, 【Heart of Rage】.]
[Unstoppable fury ‘overloads’ your body.]
And so, Weslor decided to use the Sacred Relic.
Fierce flames erupted from the pendant around his neck, engulfing his entire body.
A buff that enhanced his physical body, magical power, and fire attribute settled into him.
Since it was an ‘overload’, backlash would follow, but that didn’t matter.
“Krraaaaaaah!”
There was no time to worry about that now.
Weslor erupted with flames across his entire body and kicked off the ground.
His form became a massive meteor, hurtling toward Han Yu-sung.
Following in its wake were equally enormous fireballs.
It was quite a threatening sight.
“A Sacred Relic, then.”
Yet a smile played across Han Yu-sung’s lips as he observed the display.
Though his class had changed, Weslor remained a formidable player.
Acknowledging that strength, my lord must have granted him his Sacred Relic.
But.
“An unexpected windfall.”
The matchup was terribly unfavorable.
I drew the Flame of War from the empty air.
Soon, the blade blazed with crimson light.
A moment later.
Whoooosh!
“What…!?”
The inferno that had engulfed Weslor’s entire body was absorbed into my blade.
Every last one of the fireballs trailing behind him as well.
Weslor’s eyes widened in shock as he charged toward me.
What was happening?
Had my flames vanished?
No.
‘Absorbed… it actually absorbed them?’
The Flame of War, greedily devouring the inferno, blazed with ferocious intensity.
Weslor, his mind reeling, reached within striking distance of me.
Slash!
I brought my blade down.
Weslor had lost all will to resist, unable to comprehend the impossible turn of events.
The blade carved through his body, and the flames consumed him entirely.
His powerless form collapsed.
“Cough! How… how did you… my flames…!”
Those flames had been enhanced by the power of a sacred artifact, no less.
To think he had absorbed every last flame imbued with that power.
For that to be possible meant…
‘Could that blade also be…?’
A sacred relic, in other words.
If he could absorb the power of a C-grade sacred relic, then it had to be a sacred relic of a higher rank.
B-grade? No, it might be even higher than that.
Then, does Han Yu-sung possess an A-grade sacred relic?
Did a Lord give him a sacred relic of that caliber?!
‘What kind of Lord could this possibly be?’
The moment that question surfaced in Weslor’s mind.
Urgent text materialized before his eyes.
[Lord of Rage commands you to escape this place immediately.]
[Lord of Rage is crying out that you must protect the sacred relic.]
It was a message from the Lord of Rage, bound to Weslor.
Powerful Lords possess multiple sacred relics. However, only the sworn servants whom the Lord cherishes most can wield those relics.
One might think that since all sacred relics possess formidable power, it would be more advantageous to distribute them among multiple sworn servants.
But the reason they don’t is extremely simple.
[Kuhehe, you fool. Bringing the sacred relic right to me!]
They can be stolen by rival Lords.
If a sworn servant carrying a sacred relic falls in defeat, if they’re forced into a situation where they cannot protect the relic they carry, then in such circumstances.
The enemy’s Lord can seize the sacred relic.
[Rage! So this is the sacred relic of that hot-tempered brute! I find it pleasing. I shall not absorb your sacred relic—I shall use it well for myself.]
[For the sake of my cherished sworn servant, you see.]
Flames erupted from Han Yu-sung.
The fire that rippled through the air touched Weslor’s chest.
[“Protect the sacred relic, you fool!”]
Along with the furious message from Lord of Rage.
[Lord of War plunders the sacred relic, 【Heart of Rage】!]
[The ownership transfer of the C-grade sacred relic, 【Heart of Rage】, has begun. Upon completion, ownership will be fully transferred!]
[Heart of Rage (Grade C Sacred Object)]
· A sacred object of the Lord of Rage. A heart brimming with uncontrollable fury pounds violently. As if demanding its own liberation….
· 【Overload】 can be used. Physical abilities, magic, and flame attributes are enhanced, but the body suffers proportional backlash.
The heart-shaped necklace Weslor wore vanished in a burst of flames.
He stared up at Han Yu-sung with vacant, disbelieving eyes.
Han Yu-sung let out a cold laugh and raised his blade.
“I’m curious whether you’ll survive the Lord of Rage’s wrath.”
The sword descended across Weslor’s throat.
That was the end.
Weslor’s body, already at its limit, dissolved into light and vanished. Since death was suspended here, he must have been expelled back to Earth.
Defeated in the Difficult Realm and stripped of his sacred object—the worst possible outcome.
And for Han Yu-sung, the best possible outcome—having claimed the sacred object as well.
[Tsk! Rage, you stingy bastard. If you’re going to give something, at least hand over a Grade B sacred object, not some petty Grade C!]
“So you’re not satisfied?”
[Kuhehe! How could I possibly complain!]
Kakasha laughed like an excited child.
Wesloe Bennett, who had ranked among the top five of the Blood Dragon Auction, was defeated.
And what that meant was.
[Absorbing the Blood Orb of the defeated participant.]
[The ‘additional functions’ possessed by the opponent have also been absorbed!]
It meant I could steal Weslor’s completion rate.
The Blood Orb beside the vanished Weslor melted away and scattered, absorbed entirely into my Blood Orb.
I examined the completion rate of my Blood Orb.
[Blood Orb.]
[A sphere faintly imbued with the essence of the Blood Demon. It possesses the function to absorb blood and life. And, it seems to be watching over you….]
[Completion Rate: 74%.]
[Additional Function 1. Attack power is enhanced by half the completion rate.]
[Additional Function 2. Defense power is enhanced by half the completion rate.]
My completion rate skyrocketed dramatically.
Meanwhile, the other competitors were still struggling with their completion rates.
But there was no room for complacency yet. If the other competitors succeeded in hunting down high-ranking participants, they could shoot up the rankings in an instant.
“I need to consolidate my position before that happens.”
Han Yu-sung surveyed his surroundings.
Countless red dots filled his vision. There was still plenty of prey to hunt.
He flicked the token and stamped the ground.
[Activating the effect of the ‘Predator’s Token’: 【Night of the Hunt】.]
[Marks have been inscribed upon all enemies in the vicinity.]
[Hunt your targets and claim the rewards that follow!]
A fierce gale swept across the Battlefield once more.
Accompanied by countless screams in its wake.
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