The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 211

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 211

Hao Jie, the successor of Heuksalmun.
He had recently completed his second advancement and was a player enjoying a winning streak through his remarkable martial techniques and formation mastery.
The reason this renowned martial artist from China had come to Korea was simple.

“Damn it, if only this succession dispute didn’t exist….”

Hao Jie was undoubtedly an exceptional player.
The problem was that there weren’t just one or two successors vying for the position of Heuksalmun’s sect leader.
And among them were those no less formidable than Hao Jie himself.
To create distance from those rivals, he needed to win the sect leader’s favor.

“Hao Jie. The sect leader has great expectations for this task. If you eliminate that Korean….”
“Yes, that cunning bastard would be delighted. I know.”

The sect leader of Heuksalmun despised Han Yu-sung.
Because he had killed Wei Hao, whom the sect leader had carefully nurtured. On top of that, the failed kidnapping of Han Yu-sung had dealt a severe blow to his pride and reputation.
In China, “face” was an extraordinarily important matter.
Sometimes more important than life itself.

“…How many personnel? Have the Heuksalmun disciples who infiltrated with us assembled?”
“Yes. A total of 700 personnel. Needless to say, they are all elite. The local collaborators are also standing by, so with them joining, we should have close to 1,500.”
“Excellent. That should be sufficient to make an attempt.”

Hao Jie closed his eyes.
Heuksalmun and the ‘organization’ backing it had provided substantial support for this operation.
Han Yu-sung was far too troublesome as an adversary on a national level. A player of considerable power had emerged from a rival nation, and there was no helping it.
He was a target they wanted eliminated by any means necessary.

“If I can just kill that man, my position will be secured.”
“But is it possible? The rumors say he possesses tremendous power. They call him an impossible monster….”
“Yes, I’ve heard. All sorts of absurd tales are circulating.”

Countless legendary stories surrounded Han Yu-sung.
He had fought against the incarnations of Lords and won. Not just once or twice, but multiple times. Among them were formidable figures like the Lord of the Dead.
There was probably no one on Earth who had fought as many incarnations as Han Yu-sung.
And certainly no one else who had emerged victorious from such encounters.

‘A monster, quite literally.’

A monster beyond any conceivable counter.
How could one possibly contend with an enemy who had defeated a Lord’s Descent Form in combat?
Even I lack the confidence to prevail against a Descent Form.

‘However, there is merit in reconsidering that Korean’s legend.’

He had only fought a Descent Form within God’s Trial.
While exceptions existed, this pattern held true in most cases.
Having participated in the Trial multiple times, Hao Jie understood this well.

‘Perhaps he exploited the Trial’s mechanics to achieve victory.’

God’s Trial possessed mechanics that granted participants immense power.
With skillful utilization of such mechanics, one could gain the strength to face a Descent Form.
I had heard that Han Yu-sung possessed a remarkable talent for discovering mechanics others overlooked, and that he had achieved extraordinary feats through their exploitation. He surely must have employed such tactics when facing the Descent Form.
There was no way he hadn’t.
Therefore.

‘If we faced him on Earth, not within God’s Trial….’

Unlike the legends that circulated.
There was a strong possibility he would not be an insurmountable monster.
This was Hao Jie’s assessment.
Of course, he remained a formidable player.
But with the methods of the Black Flesh Gate, we could certainly eliminate him.

“These are merely exaggerated rumors. Today, we shall prove it. You’ve prepared the poison I obtained from Wang Liu-ye, yes?”
“Yes. I’ve distributed it among the disciples.”
“Since that woman specially prepared it, it should prove useful. We shall spare no expense—use everything we’ve prepared this time without reservation.”

I had made thorough preparations for this operation.
All that remained was to construct the stage for Han Yu-sung’s death.
Hao Jie organized his planned strategies, deliberating on which would be most suitable.
And it was precisely then.

“H-Hao Jie! Outside! Look outside!”
“There’s something in the sky!”
“The sky?”

The disciples who had come with him called out Hao Jie’s name in urgent desperation.
Upon hearing their words, Hao Jie turned his gaze toward the window.

“That is….”

As Hao Jie’s eyes took in the sky, he was momentarily rendered speechless.
What he beheld was a colossal sword of overwhelming proportions.
Before Hao Jie could even cry out in response to the acute sense of danger that seized him.

KWAAAAAAAAA!

The massive blade cleaved through the earth.
In its wake, hundreds—thousands—of sword auras erupted forth.
A tempestuous storm of blade energy ravaged everything upon the ground, obliterating all in its path.
The formation array Hao Jie had constructed, the building they occupied—everything.
And the players within it as well. All of them.

“KYAAAAAAAH!”
“Gaaahhh…!”

Screams erupted from all directions.
The building crumbled and collapsed under the assault, while the disciples’ anguished cries pierced the air as they were lacerated by sword auras and caught in the cascading destruction.
Hao Jie gasped in horror and hastily erected a protective energy barrier.

CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!

“Ghhk, KYAAAAAAAA!”

Countless sword auras engulfed Hao Jie’s entire body.
Their sheer number and the formidable power contained within each one were extraordinary. Hao Jie gritted his teeth and struggled to maintain his protective barrier, but.
It proved meaningless against the torrential onslaught of blade energy.

KWAAAAAAAAK!

“Ghaack! W-what is this…. How could such a skill….”

A mere player could unfold such power?
【Celestial Blade】 was a skill that transcended Hao Jie’s comprehension.
Hao Jie groaned as waves of agony rippled through his entire body.
The storm of blade energy showed no signs of ceasing, as if it would continue for eternity.

“Kugh!”

But even the storm had an end.
The 【Celestial Blade】 gradually subsided.
Hao Jie exhaled ragged breaths, frantically wiping away the blood-stained haze from his vision.
The surrounding landscape came into view.
Completely destroyed buildings and corpses of cultists scattered in all directions.

“Ah, ugh….”
“W-what, how, this can’t….”
“Krraaaagh!”

Screams echoed from every corner.
Dust billowed upward in thick clouds.
Hao Jie’s eyes widened.
Beyond the completely collapsed building, through the swirling dust that obscured his vision, a dark silhouette appeared.
Someone was approaching.

“So you were here.”

Hao Jie’s jaw clenched as he recognized who it was.
Cutting through the dust was Han Yu-sung.

“…How did you know where I was?”
“Does it matter?”

Han Yu-sung clicked his tongue dismissively and gripped his sword.

“You’re going to die anyway.”
“Tch…!”

Han Yu-sung pushed off the ground.
Hao Jie scrambled to his feet, drawing upon his mana as he saw the approaching blade gleam with a cold light.

‘What skill is he trying to use? What will it be this time…!’

Hao Jie’s mind grew turbulent.
Was he recreating that ancient sword from moments ago? Or perhaps a sword aura?
I know what techniques Han Yu-sung employs.
I exhausted every means to gather that intelligence before coming here.
But before the Celestial Sword, all that information became meaningless.

‘Regardless, I must block it.’

Hao Jie clenched his teeth. He had to somehow withstand this assault and carve out an opening for a counterattack against that Korean.

‘He comes.’

The distance collapsed.
Han Yu-sung reached him in an instant.
The Blood Demon Sword and Black Sword gripped in both his hands unleashed a formidable sword aura.
Hao Jie swallowed hard and summoned the Guardian Aura once more.
Then he deployed his most powerful defensive skill.

‘Just once. If I can block it even once, somehow.’

An opportunity would emerge.
Han Yu-sung stepped forward and thrust the Black Sword.
From the blade’s tip, moving at astonishing speed, unfurled Annihilation.
A technique I already knew.
Hao Jie attempted to counter Annihilation using the method he had prepared in advance.

“…?!”

That was true until he saw the Blood Demon Sword rushing in simultaneously.
Annihilation crashed down. At that exact moment, the Blood Demon Sword was unleashed, and a single slash cleaved through empty air.
And.

Thousand Blood Ten Thousand Swords.

Extinction carved deep into Hao Jie’s shoulder, severing flesh and bone in a single stroke.
The protective aura that had shielded his body shattered instantly.
And in that same moment, hundreds of sword qi infused with demonic and blood energy engulfed him.
There was no time to resist, no chance to even conceive of a defense.

“Gaaaaaahhhhh!”

This assault transcended Hao Jie’s expectations entirely.
Countless blades of sword qi tore through his defenseless body, shredding flesh and sinew.
Only one thought crystallized in his mind.

‘Both hands, wielding different sword techniques, simultaneously….’

How was that even possible?
He would never find the answer.
Before his thoughts could continue, Hao Jie’s body collapsed.
He fell without mounting even a proper counterattack.
That was the end. The successor to Heuksalmun, one of China’s most formidable players—his death was far too pathetic.

“H-Hao Jie….”
“….”

He was dead.
The disciples who witnessed it trembled violently.
It was only natural—their strongest had fallen.
Their minds raced with calculations.

‘Half our forces are dead or incapacitated.’
‘And now Hao Jie is gone as well….’
‘There’s no chance of victory. Fighting here is suicide.’
‘We should flee and wait for another opportunity….’

The conclusion was unanimous.
They had to escape this place. The disciples who reached that judgment turned and bolted, sprinting toward the forest’s edge.
But it was all meaningless.

“Baek Min-jun. The enemies are fleeing. Don’t let a single one escape—eliminate them all.”

I’ve already made preparations for that.
The disciples of Heuksalmun fled desperately to escape Han Yu-sung, but they soon encountered fierce resistance blocking their path.

“They’re here! The enemies!”
“These are the ones who tried to harm the Apostle! Kill them all!”
“Recruits, don’t overextend yourselves. Move with maximum caution!”

They were War Covenant Members.
The disciples gripped their weapons, biting their lips anxiously.
There was no choice but to break through them. Still, breaking through these Oath-takers seemed preferable to facing Han Yu-sung.
But that was a miscalculation.

Boom!

A heavy tremor shook the earth.
It was the sound of the Flag of War piercing through the ground.
At the same moment, the Battlefield of Calamity and the power of the Commander of Calamity descended upon our forces.
And on top of that, the War Host—which granted strength proportional to the number of War Covenant Members—amplified our power further.
Countless buffs were bestowed upon our forces.

“The Lord of War stands with us!”
“Charge!”

The War Covenant Members roared and surged forward.
Leading the charge was Sung Ha-yan.
Her eyes gleamed with madness as she hurled herself into the heart of the enemy ranks.
Baek Min-jun screamed at the sight.

“Ahhhhh! S-Sister! Alone!”
“Brother! Before you scream, use your unique ability first!”
“Oh, right! Battle Command, advance! Support Sister first!”

The Oath-takers, blessed with countless buffs, unleashed tremendous power.
The disciples of Heuksalmun couldn’t hold their ground and were pushed back one-sidedly.
This wasn’t good.
The situation was unfolding in an unexpected direction.
The disciples, sensing danger instinctively, tried to find an alternative escape route.
But all such efforts were futile.

– A low, rumbling growl echoed through the air.
“I’ll need to keep some of them alive to extract information. There’s also a message that needs to reach the Heuksalmun on the mainland. As for the rest….”

A tremendous surge of magical power radiated from behind.
The Heuksalmun disciples who turned to look witnessed a colossal rift tearing open the very fabric of space, and within it, countless bolts of lightning crackled and roared with primal fury.
Han Yu-sung gestured lightly toward the horrified disciples.

“All of you will die here.”

Magic erupted in relentless succession.
Endless screams filled the once-silent Forest, a symphony of despair and annihilation.

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