The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 293

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 293

The Battlefield of Stars, Boss Rush.
The 4th Battlefield, where nearly three hundred players had gathered.
A suffocating tension hung in the air, as though it might snap at any moment.

“….”
“….”

The players watched one another with wary eyes.
In the Boss Rush, other players were not allies. It would be no surprise to feel a blade between your shoulder blades while battling a boss monster.

‘Who should I be cautious of?’
‘Which of these bastards would stab me in the back?’
‘Isn’t that race known for their treachery? Hmm, perhaps I should eliminate them before the boss monster appears….’

Thus the players observed and studied one another, attempting to discern whom to trust and whom to suspect.
Of course, such judgments were not always reliable.
Yet they could at least identify the most dangerous competitors.

‘…That one bears watching.’
‘What is that race doing here?’

The players’ gazes converged upon a single figure.
More accurately, the players had instinctively distanced themselves from it.
A towering frame clad in obsidian armor, wings rising from its back.
A race bearing the demonic reverse eyes distinctive to their kind.

‘The Bartos race.’

A demonic species that numbered nobility among their ranks.
The Bartos were born with formidable strength and possessed diverse talents inherent to their bloodline.
Of all the misfortunes, such a race had to be present on this very battlefield.

‘This is dangerous.’
‘Much will depend on how that creature moves.’
‘Can we cooperate? Or must we fight….’

the most guarded player on the field.
Beyond that, several players called upper-tier races were visible.
The players sensed that this Battlefield would not be easy.

“Nothing but graceless rabble.”

Urkel of the Bartos race scoffed as he surveyed his surroundings.
Not a single soul possessed the refinement befitting nobility.
There were a few worth using, certainly, but none could compare to himself.
The thought that this was a tediously trivial Battlefield came naturally to him.

‘Even if it’s to raise my rank, coming to a place like this….’

Urkel clicked his tongue.
He had come here to raise his rank.
His rank was Platinum. Yet the Lords and the masses alike had already assessed him to possess Diamond-tier strength or higher.
The reason he remained Platinum thus far was his lack of preference for the Battlefield of Stars and his innate ennui.

‘These Lords displease me.’

Had it not been for the Star Lord’s command, he would never have come to such a place.
Even one born a noble could not refuse it.
That was the nature of the Star Lords.

‘How shall I dispose of these vermin….’

Urkel surveyed those gathered on the Battlefield.
There were a few irritating ones, but that was all. The majority were beneath his notice entirely.
First, he would eliminate those nuisances, then crush the rest beneath his power and make them his subordinates for the duration of this Battlefield.
It would not be difficult.

“…Hmm?”

As Urkel gathered his power with such thoughts.
Then, something unusual entered his field of vision.

‘A human?’

Humans were scattered among the various races.
It wasn’t unheard of, but it was extraordinarily rare.
A world with humans would have only recently opened its Trial, meaning the overall level would be low.
There were few entities worthy of appearing on the Battlefield where he stood.
Yet it seemed one of them was here.

‘Intriguing. Though ultimately, just an inferior race.’

Urkel paid it no mind.
He understood the limitations of the human species. Unlike other races blessed upon their awakening, humans received no such benefits whatsoever.
What difference could the presence of a human here possibly make?

‘Not worth my attention.’

They would be swept away before his power anyway.
Urkel turned to look away.
But in that instant, his eyes met the human’s.
A gaze that clearly observed him.
Just as Urkel, displeased by that stare, opened his mouth—

Domain of the Blade.

The flow of time became distorted.
Everything in the world seemed to slow. And within that deceleration, only one being could move at normal speed.
The human, Han Yu-sung.
He closed the distance to Urkel at an unbelievable velocity.
The Blood Demon Sword in his grip blazed with brilliant light.

“Wha—!”

Urkel felt an intense sense of danger.
A primal instinct screaming alarm. He prepared the defensive magic he had pre-cast at his senses’ command, but it was futile.
With a single gesture from Han Yu-sung, his defensive magic scattered.
And before he could even register shock at that fact—

Crimson Heavenly Demon Path, Scarlet Soul Annihilation.

All light in the world vanished.
In that absolute darkness, only one thing gleamed—the crimson annihilation light born from blood essence condensed to its absolute limit.
The Blood Demon Sword, cradling that annihilation light, plummeted like lightning.

KABOOOOOM!

“Guh, ahhh…!”

The blade descended upon the earth.
In that instant, the ground twisted like waves.
Crimson fissures spread in all directions, and the shockwave that erupted with them tore through the enemies.
Immediately after, the annihilation light that had seeped deep beneath the surface detonated in unison, and pillars of radiance that shot skyward consumed what remained of the foes.
Urkel was among them.

“AAAAHHHHH!”

A sensation of tremendous force tearing through his entire body.
Unbearable agony assailed Urkel’s mind.
Unbelievable power. To cast a skill of such magnitude with such speed.
Was such a thing even possible?
And my defensive magic—how could it…?

“You… bastard…!”

But there was no time to dwell on such matters.
I had to survive. Urkel unleashed every ounce of power within him. The Bartos race’s distinctive vitality healed him.
And as his black armor rose, it began adapting to the assault.
But there was one thing he had overlooked.

Halden School Swordsmanship, Fourth Form: Annihilation.

Han Yu-sung’s blade strike had not yet ended.
The black sword gripped in my left hand blazed with ominous light. Before Urkel could even react, it was unleashed, piercing straight through his heart.

KABOOOOOM!

Condensed mana erupted in a violent explosion.
The storm of mana halted Urkel’s regeneration and shattered his body as it attempted to adapt to the assault.
It was a strike delivered at a speed beyond all comprehension.
That was the end.

“This… this can’t… this can’t be happening…”

Two devastating slashes imbued with immense power.
Urkel’s body, unable to withstand them, scattered into dust.

“…”
“…”

What remained was Han Yu-sung.
And the participants staring at him in stunned silence.
It couldn’t have been otherwise. The most favored victor of this Battlefield had been eliminated in an instant, without mounting any resistance whatsoever.
And the one who accomplished it was no alien race—it was a human.

“Wait. That face.”
“I’ve seen it before. Definitely… in recent news broadcasts…”

Some participants felt a sense of familiarity upon seeing Han Yu-sung’s face.
A face they had seen before. Recent news that had set the entire universe ablaze.
Yes, it was definitely related to… the downfall of the Lords…”

Whoooosh!

“Ugh, argh!”
“No, this can’t be! Ahhhhh!”

But there was no time to finish that thought.
A crimson tempest swept across the field. Han Yu-sung tore through the Battlefield at tremendous speed, eliminating players who might become rivals.
Screams of agony echoed from all corners.

“What are you doing, human! Why are you attacking us!”
“Have you forgotten this is a Battlefield for defeating boss monsters!”
“Roar! Everyone, gather together! Unite with us!”

Players dwindled one by one.
The survivors began to huddle together in panic. They had concluded that to stand against the calamity known as Han Yu-sung, they had no choice but to unite.
And whether by coincidence or design, Han Yu-sung ceased his advance.
He turned to regard the remaining players in silence.

“Ugh, uhhhhh….”
“H-how can a human possess such power….”

Not a trace of fighting spirit remained in the players’ eyes.
Urkel of the Bartos race, and the other competitors besides. How could it be otherwise, when the one before them had dispatched powerful players in mere moments?
This was precisely what I had intended.

[Psychological dominance has been firmly established. It would be strange if it hadn’t worked.]

In a situation like this, psychological dominance is paramount.
First, I identify the most exceptional players among them—those who might become future threats. Then I eliminate them in order of strength.

“…What?”
“Kugh, w-what….”

Ensuring the survivors lack even the will to resist.
That is how I establish psychological dominance. Indeed, the remaining players had merely clustered together, their will to fight completely shattered.
They were overwhelmed by Han Yu-sung.

BOOM! BOOOOOOM!

Then, a tremendous roar echoed across the Battlefield.
A halo of light materialized behind Han Yu-sung, coalescing into the form of a monster.
A two-headed ogre, boasting an overwhelming physique.
The first boss monster of this Battlefield.
Yet Han Yu-sung paid the boss monster’s emergence no mind, continuing to regard the remaining players in silence.

– GUOOOOOOOO…!
“A-are you insane? The boss monster has appeared! Look behind you!”

The players, unable to bear it any longer, called out a warning.
Han Yu-sung remained motionless. The ogre unleashed a roar so tremendous the Battlefield trembled, raising both massive arms high.
In one hand, a colossal axe; in the other, searing magic.
Both attacks descended upon Han Yu-sung simultaneously.

– W-what…?
– M-my body won’t…?

Yet that attack never reached Han Yu-sung.
More precisely, the moment it was about to connect, the Ogre’s movement ceased.
It struggled desperately to move its body, but could not.
It was only natural.

A grinding sound.

Its body had already been divided into countless pieces.
Countless fine lines appeared across the Ogre’s massive frame. As Han Yu-sung shook the blood-soaked Blood Demon Sword, the Ogre collapsed as if it had been waiting for this moment.
Flesh scattered in all directions.

[You have defeated the first boss monster, 【Twin Head Ogre】. The second boss monster will appear shortly.]

“I-insane.”
“S-so fast….”

Literally defeated the moment it appeared.
The players, having witnessed this incomprehensible spectacle unfold before them, were left speechless.
They could only stare at Han Yu-sung as if gazing upon something beyond understanding.
And Han Yu-sung, who had been silent until now, slowly opened his mouth.

“From now on, you will move according to my instructions. If you do, I’ll ensure you receive at least minimal compensation. If you refuse to comply….”

An arrogant declaration if there ever was one.
The problem was, Han Yu-sung possessed the power to back it up.
The blood-soaked Blood Demon Sword pointed toward the Ogre that was gradually vanishing.

“You’ll end up like that creature. Understood?”
“….”
“….”

No response came.
They were too shocked to answer.
Displeased by their silence, Han Yu-sung wordlessly raised his sword.
The players, seeing this, gasped in terror and hurriedly opened their mouths.

“Y-yes! I’ll do it! I’ll do exactly as you say!”
“I’ll obey your commands, so just lower that sword!”
“Damn it, if I’m going to get even minimal compensation, I have no choice but to do this…!”

A declaration of submission came in response.
Hearing this, Han Yu-sung nodded with satisfaction.

“Now we’re finally getting somewhere.”

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