The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 143

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 143

Red Blood Ming felt an unbearable surge of rage.
Though the Blood Cult’s influence had weakened, I was still its rightful successor.
And I possessed strength befitting that position.
Yet.
“Come all at once. I’m tired of this dragging on.”
That attitude—as if addressing some common street thug!
My sword hand trembled violently. I wanted nothing more than to cut down that arrogant bastard on the spot.
But now was not the time to be swayed by emotion.
I barely suppressed the fury rising within me.
‘Failure is not an option. I must emerge victorious.’
I forced myself to assess the situation coldly.
Could I defeat Han Yu-sung alone?
It wasn’t impossible. But the risk of failure was far too great, and there was no reason to take it.
To secure the Blood Dragon Throne with certainty, I needed a different approach.
“Hwa-wol! You understand the situation. Lend me your strength! The rest of you as well. We can determine the victor after we’ve eliminated that bastard!”
“….”
The remaining participants gathered at the Blood Dragon Throne were still present.
Hwa-wol, who had achieved the second-highest completion level after Han Yu-sung. And Dark Ban and Woo Jong-myung, who had risen to fourth and fifth place after the previous holders fell.
Along with the other remaining participants.
If we combined our strength, we could easily eliminate Han Yu-sung.
“…There’s no reason to refuse.”
“A hopeless fight isn’t my style. Fighting together as a group gives us better odds than facing him one-on-one.”
“Hehe, much obliged.”
Hwa-wol and the other participants shared my thinking.
Fighting that Han Yu-sung one-on-one would be madness. The right decision was to eliminate the overwhelming first-place holder first, then determine the victor.
Soon the remaining participants reached a silent agreement and surrounded Han Yu-sung.
Han Yu-sung now faced a situation where he had to contend with multiple opponents alone.
But.
[Perfect. Now I can finish this all at once.]
For Han Yu-sung, this was an ideal scenario.
The number of monsters had dwindled significantly, and the participants were no different. Only about fifteen of them, led by Red Blood Ming, remained, watching for an opening.
To put it another way.
“There’s no need to hold back anymore.”
“Tch, bullshit! Everyone, use the monsters as shields——!”
Hwa-wol scoffed and stepped forward, channeling inner energy.
At that moment, Han Yu-sung’s form vanished.
“Ugh, wha——?!”
In the next instant, a tremendous impact struck Hwa-wol’s solar plexus.
Hwa-wol’s eyes, wide with shock, fixed upon the man standing before her—Han Yu-sung.
Blood Wind Fist Technique, Blood Soul Heaven-Piercing Strike.
A crimson dragon of blood essence tore through her solar plexus.
Released from the fist, a dark crimson blood wind swept forth like a tempest, shredding her body from within.
She had no time even to scream.
[KRRAAAAAAAGH!]
Hwa-wol, consumed by the blood wind, vanished entirely.
Without even attempting a single technique from her vaunted Tao arts—so utterly hollow her end.
The participants’ bodies froze at the sight they could scarcely believe.
“What… what is this…?”
“Hwa-wol…?”
After Han Yu-sung, Hwa-wol had achieved the highest degree of mastery.
Yet she fell in the blink of an eye, felled by a single strike.
And that impossible speed…
“I told you.”
Han Yu-sung, having dispatched Hwa-wol in an instant, turned his head.
A shimmering crimson aura, like heat haze, engulfed the field of vision.
“Come at me all at once.”
“U-uaaaaaaagh?!”
Han Yu-sung’s palm thrust forward in succession, striking the empty air.
Blood Sea Crimson Flame Palm.
A shockwave of demonic and blood energy erupted forth, sweeping over the participants who had been staring blankly at Han Yu-sung.
Black flames consumed their bodies, and each droplet of blood became a razor-sharp blade that pierced their flesh.
“Grrrrgh! This bastard…!”
“The monsters are moving. Use them against him!”
At that moment, the remaining monsters began surging toward Han Yu-sung.
The participants attempted to seize the opportunity.
It was futile.
[KRRAAAAAAANG!]
A blade descending upon the earth.
Earth Shattering engulfed the monsters.
A fiery tempest erupted from the ground, consuming them, while gales of wind tore through the chaos.
Han Yu-sung shot through the gaps between the participants who sought their opening.
Eternal Permafrost.
A merciless cold blanketed all directions.
The earth froze in an instant.
The participants, seeing black frost creeping up from their feet, cried out and attempted to pull away.
But before they could, a shadow rose up.
Impale.
Shadows erupted from all directions, piercing through the participants’ bodies.
The bone-chilling cold that permeated the air had slowed their movements—they couldn’t even mount a defense.
And so the monsters and participants vanished helplessly, though a few managed to wrench themselves free.
Han Yu-sung immediately pursued those who retreated.
Soon, agonized screams tore through the air.
“….”
Red Blood Ming stared at the unfolding carnage with widened eyes.
That monster—no, Han Yu-sung had grown stronger. He moved faster than when battling the swarms of monsters, and far more lethally.
But how? How was this possible?
[Enhancing physical body.]
[The crimson flames of war ignite.]
[The dragon’s power dwelling in your heart pulses.]
[Blood Demon’s blessing strengthens attacks and weakens defenses.]
[C-rank sacred relic, 【Heart of Rage】 has been activated.]
[Uncontrollable rage overloads your body.]
As Han Yu-sung had said, there was no longer any need to hold back.
I unleashed every buff I possessed.
The sacred relic stolen from the Lord of Rage added further power.
A relic that enhanced physical abilities, magic, and flame attributes.
And there was one more.
[Activating the effect of 【Nameless Heavenly Robe】, 【Reincarnation】.]
[For a set duration, all skills are treated as if stacked with magical energy, amplifying their power. Additionally, magical energy recovers rapidly!]
A mythic-grade item, the 【Nameless Heavenly Robe】.
Tremendous magical energy burst from the robe Han Yu-sung wore, swiftly enveloping my entire body.
In that instant, I felt power coursing through me.
A strength beyond all description.
And then.
BOOOOOM!
I had no intention of restraining that power.
Wreathed in magical energy, I began to obliterate the Battlefield itself.
Neither monster nor participant—no one dared stand against me.
‘This won’t do… I can’t just stand idle like this…!’
Red Blood Ming exhaled sharply.
The monsters were nearly annihilated. Few participants remained. Hwa-wol, their greatest asset, had been eliminated long ago.
I had to act before they were all eliminated.
I had to move and change the situation.
‘With the greatest attack I can unleash.’
Dense blood energy rose from Red Blood Ming’s body.
Without hesitation, I kicked off the ground and closed the distance to Han Yu-sung.
Sensing my approach, Han Yu-sung turned his head.
‘I will create an opportunity.’
Red Blood Ming gritted his teeth and stepped forward.
A heavy footfall thundered against the earth.
The crimson aura that had swirled across his entire body concentrated into his blade, and the blood-stained sword cleaved through the void.
A single sword strike.
Yet dozens of slashes erupted from it.
【Thousand Blood Ten Thousand Swords】.
From the tip of Red Blood Ming’s blade, sword auras woven from crimson energy shot forth.
A sword technique that only the legitimate successor of the Blood Cult could master.
Among all its forms, this was the one with the most devastating power.
With this technique, he could inflict fatal damage upon Han Yu-sung!
Red Blood Ming was certain of it.
“An amusing opponent indeed.”
That was true—until Han Yu-sung drew his blade.
He stamped the earth and thrust his sword forward.
A blade suffused with deep crimson energy cleaved through the void.
And from its tip, dozens of slashes erupted forth.
The 【Thousand Blood Ten Thousand Swords】—identical to what Red Blood Ming had unleashed.
No.
“What…!”
A Thousand Blood Ten Thousand Swords that unfolded with even more slashes than Red Blood Ming’s.
Red Blood Ming’s eyes widened in disbelief at the impossible sight.
Thousand Blood Ten Thousand Swords was a technique transmitted only to the legitimate successor of the Blood Cult.
One of the Blood Demon’s secret arts, much of which had been lost as the Blood Cult declined.
Yet a human from another world—not even of the Murim—wielded it?
And moreover.
Crash! Crash! Crash!
With power that overwhelmed his own Thousand Blood Ten Thousand Swords.
Han Yu-sung’s Thousand Blood Ten Thousand Swords shattered every sword aura blocking its path.
The slashes, losing none of their momentum, tore across the void.
And in the next instant, they engulfed Red Blood Ming.
“Ugh… gahhh…!”
Dozens of sword slashes carved through Red Blood Ming’s entire body in a single, devastating instant.
The hand gripping his sword, the feet planted upon the ground.
Red Blood Ming’s body, his eyes wide with disbelief, tilted and collapsed to the earth.
He felt no pain.
Instead, only one question echoed in his mind.
“How… how is this possible…?”
How could a human from another world master the ‘Thousand Blood Ten Thousand Swords’?
Simultaneously, he understood: though it was the same technique, the Thousand Blood Ten Thousand Swords that his opponent had mastered surpassed his own.
It wasn’t a matter of skill proficiency. Unlike the Heavenly Blood Ten Thousand Sword Technique that Red Blood Ming had mastered—fragmented and incomplete—the one I wielded was whole.
‘Perfect.’
Unbroken, a complete sword art.
It made sense. The ‘Heavenly Blood Ten Thousand Sword Technique’ I used was something I’d received directly as a reward from the Blood Demon.
A skill granted by the source itself—it could be nothing but complete.
Red Blood Ming stared up at me standing before him, dazed.
“P-please… answer me. Where… where did you learn that…?”
His eyes held a desperate plea.
I raised my blade.
“The Blood Demon.”
The sword severed the neck of Red Blood Ming, whose eyes had widened in shock.
That was the end. Red Blood Ming’s mouth opened as if he wanted to ask more, but that question never escaped his lips—it died with him.
I immediately pushed off the ground and hunted down the remaining participants.
At some point, I realized it.
“….”
No one remained around me.
I was the only one standing on the Blood Dragon Throne.
“It’s over.”
[Impressive. I never expected you to actually eliminate all of them.]
I let my sword hang loose and exhaled.
That’s when the buffs disappeared. The Battlefield of Raging Fire and the War Flag vanished, and all the various buffs enhancing my body faded with them.
The ‘Resurrection’ of the Nameless Heavenly Will, the ‘Overload’—both gone.
[‘Overload’ causes severe pain to surge through your entire body.]
[Physical abilities are greatly reduced for a certain duration!]
My body suddenly grew heavy, wracked with intense pain.
I approached the Blood Dragon Throne and checked the status of the Blood Jade.
The Blood Jade’s absorption wasn’t finished yet. Just a little remained.
I exhaled a weary breath and sat on the Blood Dragon Throne.
“I’m exhausted. Still, not bad at all.”
A battlefield where I could fight multiple enemies without pause.
One of my preferred types of combat. It was an unexpected invitation, but the battle that unfolded in the Difficult Realm was more satisfying than I’d anticipated.
If there was one complaint.
“This chair is ridiculously hard.”
[It certainly looks that way. That Wanderer has questionable taste.]
The Blood Dragon Throne, covered in ornate decorations, had terrible comfort.
I clicked my tongue and leaned my back against the throne.
And shortly after.
Crack-crack-crack!
The Blood Jade lodged in the groove of the Blood Dragon Throne shattered.
The interior, which had been full of exhaustion, was now empty.
The meaning was simple.
[The Blood Dragon Throne has completely absorbed the Blood Jade.]
[Congratulations, participant Han Yu-sung!]
[You are the final victor of the Difficult Realm, 【Blood Dragon Throne】!]
The Difficult Realm, composed entirely of combat from beginning to end, had concluded.
Crimson light erupted from the Blood Dragon Throne. Han Yu-sung watched as the massive pillar of scarlet radiance tore through the heavens.
Soon, a message materialized before his eyes.
[You were the first to ascend the Blood Dragon Throne, and you defended it until the very end. A reward befitting such a remarkable Achievement shall be granted.]
[As part of this, you are given the opportunity to name your desired reward!]
An additional reward.
This was why I had rushed to complete the Blood Jade as quickly as possible.
I opened my mouth slowly.
“I will discuss that reward directly with the Blood Demon.”
[….]
The message fell silent upon hearing that response.
As if bewildered by an answer it had not anticipated.

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