The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 190

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 190

“Gasp, huff!”

Bailen exhaled ragged breaths.
His body trembled violently. The overwhelming aura emanating from directly before him was crushing him beneath its weight.

“How… how is this possible…?”

A mere human, wielding such power…?
But those final words were swallowed by the void.

Whoooosh!

Because Han Yu-sung’s magic had already manifested.
First, shadows bound the dark elves’ entire bodies. Simultaneously, a bitter cold radiated outward from Han Yu-sung at its center.
What unfolded next was hellfire and a tempest of flames.
Then, from the heavens above, lightning fell like divine retribution.

Crackling roar!

“Aaaahhhhh!”
“My body… what’s happening to me…!”

One after another, no—
In truth, ‘simultaneously’ unleashed, the magics swept across the dark elves.
Some vanished with their bodies frozen solid, others with their forms consumed in flame, and still others bisected by shadow.
Witnessing the magic Han Yu-sung had unleashed, Bailen’s mind went blank.

‘To cast spells of such magnitude… simultaneously? Consecutively?’

Bailen was an exceptional swordsman and mage.
And so he could not help but understand. What the human before him had just accomplished, and how utterly impossible it was.
Five, six spells. All of them at minimum S-rank.

‘Without any casting gestures or incantations, he simply… unleashed them.’

Bailen Nightveil questioned himself.
Could he do it? Could he unleash magic of that scale simultaneously? No, it was impossible. That speed transcended all conventional limits.
The sheer power of it, and the mana reserves required to sustain it.

“Gah, grrrrgh…!”

And now that magic was bearing down upon him.
Bailen Nightveil drew a sharp breath.

‘I must erect a barrier. No, that won’t work. If I do that…’

He would ‘interfere’ with the magic, just as before.
Defense was impossible. Only one option remained.
Evade the incoming spells with overwhelming velocity.
And then.

‘With unexpected speed, I counterattack that mage.’

Bailen Nightveil had classified Han Yu-sung as a mage.
It was an entirely rational assessment. A human capable of unleashing magic of this magnitude without even a casting time—there could be no doubt he was a mage.
Thus, Bailen Nightveil drew his blade.

“Radiant Sword! Shine forth! And grant me…!”

At first glance, it appeared to be an utterly ordinary sword.
But only for a moment—the blade erupted in brilliant luminescence.
That radiance engulfed the blade itself, then enveloped Bailen Nightveil’s entire form.
He felt tremendous power coursing through his body.

“Infinite velocity!”

Bailen Nightveil flashed like a streak of lightning.
In the next instant, the sound of air being rent asunder echoed forth.
And before that very sound could reach, his form—now transmuted into pure light—arrived before Han Yu-sung’s face.
Sheer speed incarnate. No—transcending speed itself into the realm of light.

Shiiiiing!

Soon, Bailen drew his sword.
The blade shot forth from his fingertips, tracing a trajectory so swift that even light could not follow it.
In an instant, the blade fractured into dozens of sword strikes, engulfing Han Yu-sung’s entire body.

‘At a speed no mage could even perceive…!’

This man was a mage of remarkable talent. But if I strike him down in a single moment before he can even cast his magic, that would be the end of it.
Perhaps he was one who wielded both sword and magic like myself.
But it didn’t matter. Before this ‘Mad Blade’, everything was meaningless.
Bailen was confident in this.

“…!”

His thinking was not wrong.
If Han Yu-sung had only known magic, it would have been as he expected.
The problem was that he was no mere mage.
And.

Crash!

“What…!”

He could ‘predict’ Bailen’s sword path.
The Mad Blade shot forth at imperceptible speed, yet Han Yu-sung grasped his sword at the precise moment, as if he had already read the trajectory beforehand.
At the same instant, magical energy bloomed across Han Yu-sung’s entire body.
And.

[The effect of Nameless Heavenly Intent has been activated. 【Descent】 is being used.]
[For a certain duration, all skills are treated as being used with stacked magical energy, and their power is greatly enhanced. Additionally, magical energy regenerates rapidly!]

Han Yu-sung drew his sword toward the blade descending like light.
A single slash that cleaved through empty air.

【Heaven’s Hundred Sword】.

But what was unleashed was hundreds of slashes.

Boom!

With a deafening roar, the sword aura shattered the light-speed blade, cleaved through the luminous sword, and drove relentlessly toward its wielder.
Directly at Bailen.

“Gack—aaaaaaah!”

The sword aura, woven with demonic and blood energy, tore across Bailen’s entire body.
Searing pain raced up his spine, shaking him to his core.
And with it came a suffocating sense of danger.

‘At this rate—!’

I’m losing.
Bailen gripped his luminous sword tightly. He tried to accelerate further and escape this place, recognizing he had no chance of victory.
But Han Yu-sung’s movements were faster.
A savage tempest of wind crashed toward Bailen.

“Ugh—aaaaaaah!”

Bailen released a terrified scream and thrust his blade forward.
For the first time in his life, he faced someone stronger than himself—and the terror of it consumed him.
The dread that defeat might become reality crushed down upon him.
Han Yu-sung’s eyes gleamed with cold intensity.

Whoosh!

With minimal movement, Han Yu-sung evaded the blade and seized Bailen’s face with a hand wreathed in blood-red wind.
And then—

Crash!

“Hack—gasp—!”

He drove him straight into the ground.
Tremendous impact engulfed Bailen.
The earth cratered beneath the force, and Bailen gasped out agonized groans.
Overwhelming demonic energy coursed through his entire being.
Power so immense that even Bailen, trapped in Han Yu-sung’s grip, could feel it.
And Han Yu-sung did not hold back that power.

Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!

“Gaaaaaahhhhh!”

The blood wind, reinforced by demonic energy, tore through my entire body in shreds.
There was no time to resist, no strength left to do so.
An overwhelming agony engulfed Bailen’s entire being.
In the midst of that pain, Bailen’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“How… how is this…?”

The one I thought was a mage wielding such tremendous power?
No. I had entertained the possibility that he might be someone who, like myself, wielded both sword and magic together.
But that wasn’t what shocked Bailen.
That man had responded to my sword strike.
Not once, but twice.

“Never thought I’d have reason to be grateful to Ouju of all people.”
“What… what are you saying…?”

And indeed, it was true.
Han Yu-sung had momentarily lost track of Bailen’s movements.
But I could read the trajectory of his blade—the ‘sword path’ itself.
It was thanks to the passive skill 【Sword Saint】 that I possessed.
A skill that allowed me to predict the opponent’s sword path to a certain degree.

“Though honestly, it wouldn’t have made much difference either way.”

Bailen couldn’t comprehend this situation.
Neither the nonsense spilling from the man before him, nor the terrible agony coursing through his entire body, nor the utterly pathetic defeat he had suffered.
Literally.
He had done nothing and lost.

“Dark Elf.”

Han Yu-sung raised his fist, wreathed in demonic and blood energy.
That fist shot toward Bailen’s heart.
Bailen glared at the approaching fist with clenched teeth.

“How does it feel to be defeated by an inferior race?”
“You bastard… Kugh!”

My fist pierced through Bailen’s heart.
The sound of flesh being crushed echoed through the air.
That was the end. Bailen vanished pathetically, leaving behind only eyes blazing with rage and hatred.
Han Yu-sung let out a scoff and brushed the blood from his hand.

“I expected more from someone called Platinum, but he was disappointingly weak.”
[Hmm, no. This time it’s more about….]
“Right.”

Han Yu-sung looked down at where his heart was.
Where the newly acquired 【Dragon Heart】 was now beating.

“This skill truly is beyond standard.”

Dark Elves are a race that specializes in swordsmanship and dark magic.
Bailen was no exception. The problem was that dark magic was essentially sealed in the presence of Han Yu-sung, who wielded 【Draconic Transformation】.
Fighting with his specialty sealed meant he couldn’t display his true power.

‘In truth, 【Draconic Transformation】 had already worn off.’
[Well, there’s no way that Dark Elf could have known that.]

The duration of Draconic Transformation was extremely short.
It had ended during the battle with Bailen, so it must have lasted only a few minutes.
But it didn’t matter.
The overwhelming power displayed in that brief time was absolute.
Bailen had been wary of Draconic Transformation throughout the entire fight.

Whoooosh….

“Hm?”

In any case, Bailen had been defeated.
What remained was to seize his equipment according to the mechanics of 【Plunder War】.
As Han Yu-sung moved to do so, several eyes appeared around him.
There was no need to question what those eyes were.

[“Human, how did you come to this place?”]
[“Who are you? Reveal your identity to us at once.”]
[“Are you… one of the humans from Earth who was recently opened to the outside world?”]

They were the Lords of the Stars.
The Lords who had been watching the battle between Han Yu-sung and Bailen were all shocked without exception.
It was a battle that could only end one way.
The mighty Bailen had been utterly overwhelmed and then vanished entirely.
Their shock quickly transformed into curiosity.

[“Human, what is your name?”]
[“Do you have a contracted Lord? If not, or even if you do….”]

[Kyaaaagh! You insane fools! To my sworn vassal!]

As expected, Kakasha erupted in fury.
Han Yu-sung ignored the Lords and examined the equipment scattered on the ground.
As befitted a Platinum-tier player, all the equipment boasted exceptional performance.
But before the Radiant Blade, all of that paled into insignificance.

[Radiant Blade (Mythic)]
· Slot: Weapon (Sword)
· Attack Power: 400.
· Attack Power +40% Speed +80%.
· Sword-type Skill Damage and Activation Speed +50%.
· Can expend mana to unleash a blade aura formed of pure light.
· Can use 【Light Speed】, which greatly enhances the Radiant Blade and its wielder. The sword’s attack power doubles and the user gains the ‘Light Speed’ buff.

A legacy item.
I could tell the moment I saw Bailen draw the Radiant Blade.
Both the God Slayer and the Nameless Heavenly Technique resonated with that blade.
However, there was one strange thing about it.

‘The feeling is far too different from the Nameless Heavenly Technique.’

The primary effect of the Nameless Heavenly Technique was, needless to say, ‘demonic energy’.
It was an item packed with effects that manipulated and enhanced demonic energy.
The Radiant Blade’s effects were quite excellent, as befitted a Mythic-tier item.
But it was an item with little connection to demonic energy.

‘Is this a legacy connected to the Nameless Heavenly Doctrine? Hmm….’

I wasn’t sure what was happening.
For now, I could figure it out after seizing this item.
Han Yu-sung selected the Radiant Sword as a target for plunder.

[You are plundering items from the defeated players.]
[The ‘Radiant Sword’ possessed by ‘Bailen Nightveil’….]

Or rather, I tried to select it.

[An entity contracted with ‘Bailen’ has activated ‘Item Protection Rights’!]
[This is an item that only those who have distinguished themselves on this Battlefield can use, allowing a desired item to be exempted from plunder.]
[You cannot select the ‘Radiant Sword’!]

A message suddenly appeared before my eyes.
And if it weren’t for the voice echoing from empty air alone.

[“How intriguing….”]
[“A player who knows this sword is a ‘legacy’.”]

Han Yu-sung looked toward where the voice came from.
Dark and ominous eyes floated in the empty space.

[“And yet, foolish.”]
[“If you knew the power held by a legacy, you would have prepared defenses to prevent this item from being taken so easily, wouldn’t you?”]

“….”

A Lord?
No, that wasn’t a Lord.
It was the voice of The Wanderer, a transcendent being who existed beyond the category of Lords.
The Wanderer was mocking my foolishness.
But.

[Your ‘Nameless Heavenly Doctrine’ desires the ‘Radiant Sword’….]
[The Radiant Sword has answered the call of the Nameless Heavenly Doctrine!]

That was far too premature a laugh.

[The Radiant Sword rejected the Item Protection Right!]
[You have plundered the Radiant Sword from Bailen Nightveil!]

A moment later.
An occurrence no one could believe had transpired.
An unprecedented situation where an item itself refused protection rights.

[Uh, uh…?]
“…Huh?”

Han Yu-sung and Kakasha stared at the Radiant Sword with bewildered eyes.
And.

[“What is this…?”]

The Wanderer, who had been mocking Han Yu-sung, felt the same way.

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