The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 304

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 304

No one perceived it.
There was no time to perceive it.
Han Yu-sung’s arrival was that abrupt, a calamity Helud could not prepare for.
Helud, belatedly sensing the presence behind him, spun his head around in urgency.
In that same instant, he desperately summoned his mana—

Whoosh!

“Ugh, gah—!”

One beat too late.
In a mere blink, a blade shot forth like lightning, piercing through Helud’s body.
The only mercy was that it missed his heart.
Realizing he could not defend against it, he twisted his body with mana.
Han Yu-sung’s blade pierced his solar plexus instead of his heart.

“Fool.”

The moment Helud, relieved at having evaded the worst, attempted a counterattack—
A brazen laugh reached his ears.
The reason for that laughter became clear soon enough.

Halden Style Swordsmanship, Fourth Form: Annihilation.

The blade piercing his solar plexus—
He felt an immense concentration of mana condensed at its tip.
And simultaneously, a familiar aura he could not quite place.

Boom!

As the condensed mana released, a tremendous explosion erupted.
A tempest originating from his core swept across Helud’s entire body—his flesh, his armor, even the demonic flames that engulfed him.
Helud screamed in agony, desperately igniting his demonic flames.

Whoosh!

“Gack, aaaaaahhh!”

It was to escape from Han Yu-sung.
A fierce inferno swept across the surroundings, momentarily obscuring my vision.
Helud seized that opening to widen the distance between myself and Han Yu-sung.

“Huff, gasp!”

Han Yu-sung kicked off the ground without hesitation.
Was he pursuing the fleeing Helud?
No.
His target was not Helud, but another player.

Whoooosh!

“…!”

Dok-go Cheon.
A crimson streak shot toward him. From Han Yu-sung’s entire body, propelled at incomprehensible speed, a violent blood wind erupted.
That blood wind condensed into his fist, transforming into a dragon of crimson hue.

Blood Wind Fist Technique, Blood Soul Heaven-Shattering Strike.

It shot toward Dok-go Cheon’s heart.
As he saw the fist, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
What is this situation? Why is he here?
Why does he target me instead of finishing off Helud, whom I’ve battered into submission?
Every thought crystallized into his blade as it clashed with the fist.

Krrrrrrrrrr!

The unleashed blood wind swept like a tempest, and the sword energy coalesced into countless blades that collided with the blood wind.

“Hngh!”

Dok-go Cheon gritted his teeth at the tremendous force felt through his blade.
He had no intention of yielding so easily. Dok-go Cheon unleashed his protective energy, blocking the remaining blood wind while striking the ground like lightning.
In response, the earth around Han Yu-sung fractured. From every crevice, countless sword energies erupted, surrounding him without gaps.
A barrier of blades imprisoned him like a cage.

Crack!

In the next instant, sword qi converged toward Han Yu-sung’s position, attempting to cleave through his entire body.
As if I had been waiting for this, I unleashed my mana, and multiple layers of protective barriers that materialized around me clashed against the sword qi.

Boom!

“Ugh…!”

As the protective barriers shattered against the sword qi, a powerful shockwave erupted.
Unable to withstand the aftermath, Dok-go Cheon was sent flying backward.
His entire body bore wounds carved by the blood wind.

‘Martial arts combined with magic… just as the rumors suggested.’

And they say he wields the sword to its absolute limit as well.
Dok-go Cheon wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and circulated his inner energy.
The blood flowing from his wounds ceased, as if he had applied hemostasis.

‘The rumors contained no exaggeration.’

Such was Dok-go Cheon’s assessment of Han Yu-sung.
He gripped his sword, preparing for the next assault.
But Han Yu-sung did not move.
There was no need to do so.

‘Why isn’t he moving?’

Doubt flickered across Dok-go Cheon’s expression.
Meanwhile, Helud, who had barely managed to create distance between himself and Han Yu-sung, was examining his own body.
The first thing that became apparent was the massive hole torn through his form.

‘Had this body not been what it is, I would be dead.’

Helud was certain of this.
A demon, and one who had ascended to the rank of count, he possessed vitality far superior to other races.
Without it, he would have perished.
A strike imbued with such devastating power.

“Gugh, cough—hack!”
“….”

Helud gasped out a cry of agony.
Dok-go Cheon gripped his sword, wary of Han Yu-sung.
And Han Yu-sung watched them both in utter silence.
For a moment, an eerie stillness descended upon the Forest.

‘Han Yu-sung, the player who toppled the Lord of the Dead.’

And the transcendent bound by contract to Dok-go Cheon.
The rival who dealt defeat to Geomson and seized his legacy.
Dok-go Cheon’s gaze turned glacial.

‘The situation has grown precarious.’

The thought surfaced simultaneously in both Dok-go Cheon’s and Helud’s minds.
In that moment, Han Yu-sung opened his mouth with casual composure.

“So there were other Oath-takers worth using besides that Dark Elf from before. I almost regret not bringing the Black Sword.”
“….”

A blatant smirk played across Han Yu-sung’s lips.
Upon hearing the words “Black Sword,” Dok-go Cheon felt rage surge from within his chest. But it was not his own emotion.
It was Geomson’s fury, transmitted from this place, bleeding through into him.

“I crushed Geomson, who once cooperated with the Lord of the Dead, not so long ago. I find myself wondering—how is he faring these days?”
“…There is something I wish to ask you.”

Dok-go Cheon did not answer.
Swallowing Geomson’s rage, he posed instead the question that gnawed at him.

“How do you wield the swordsmanship that he bestowed?”
“It wasn’t as difficult as I expected, so I simply stole it and use it. Is that strange?”
“So you have no intention of answering properly.”

Dok-go Cheon’s gaze grew even colder.
There was no reason to answer such a question in the first place. Han Yu-sung was not a fool who went around broadcasting his secrets.
Then, the only way left was to force his mouth open through sheer force.
But.

“….”

Dok-go Cheon did not move.
More precisely, he could not. He had no way of knowing exactly how much power Han Yu-sung possessed.
He had managed to block one of his attacks, but that was insufficient.
To truly gauge the opponent’s full strength, there was no choice but to clash directly.
And there was another matter—Helud was still alive.

‘He surely wants to finish off that demon decisively.’

Helud had sustained grievous wounds.
But he was a demon. Given time, he would recover to some degree.
If I were in his position, I would not grant him that opportunity and would eliminate him instead.

‘That will be my chance.’

When Han Yu-sung moved to finish Helud.
When his attention was diverted elsewhere—that would be the moment to strike.
Having reached this conclusion, Dok-go Cheon gripped his blade and waited for the opportune moment.
Unrestrained sword energy leaked from his weapon.

‘The first thing I must do is ascertain Han Yu-sung’s full capabilities.’

He had heard tales of a formidable warrior of remarkable power.
Now that I faced him directly, I could sense the strength he possessed. Yet whether it exceeded what I could handle remained unknown.
A direct confrontation would provide certainty.
And if, in that moment, I determined victory was impossible.

‘I would withdraw without hesitation.’

Many within the Murim regard fleeing as shameful.
Dok-go Cheon was not among them. For the sake of satisfying his ‘greed’, he could endure a moment of shame without hesitation.
What mattered on this Battlefield was not defeating Han Yu-sung.
It was obtaining the reward—the legacy and the opportunity to strengthen his unique ability.
For that, this was nothing.

‘If I can overcome him, I’ll finish him here.’

Dok-go Cheon waited with that thought in mind.
But Han Yu-sung did not move.
He paid no attention to Helud, who exhaled ragged breaths, merely observing Dok-go Cheon, who made his murderous intent plain.
Dok-go Cheon’s brow furrowed in frustration.

‘Why isn’t he moving? Is he giving time to the demon?’

Helud, bearing grievous wounds, was equally bewildered.
He alternated his gaze between Han Yu-sung and Dok-go Cheon while subtly drawing upon his demonic essence to accelerate healing. It was to mend the wound that had opened across his chest.
Those two were locked in mutual wariness, unable to move.
This situation was a golden opportunity for Helud.

‘…I must use this chance to buy time.’

Time to tend to this wound.
If I gather enough demonic essence, I can manage some recovery.
Of course, even then, my combat capacity would suffer.
But it was better than being eliminated so pathetically.
Helud’s eyes widened.

“All of my power shall burn…!”
“It’s about time they arrived.”

Just as Helud was about to buy time to tend his wounds.
Han Yu-sung suddenly turned his head.

‘Arrived? What’s coming?’
‘Does this bastard have allies? Then the situation becomes far more complicated. Dok-go Cheon—surely that man wouldn’t cooperate with me….’

The minds of both Dok-go Cheon and Helud grew even more turbulent.
And from somewhere, a sound began to echo.

Boom! Boom!

‘…What is that sound?’
‘It’s drawing closer.’

The ground trembled as though an earthquake had struck.
Simultaneously, the sound of trees toppling throughout the Forest reached my ears.
Dok-go Cheon and Helud turned their gazes toward the source of the noise in unison.
The vibrations intensified, drawing ever nearer until they were practically upon us.

“So you’ve finally arrived.”
– ROOOAAARRR!

The source of the cacophony revealed itself at last.
Demolishing everything in its path, a single monstrosity emerged.
A towering giant possessed of overwhelming proportions. Upon its hideously hunched back sprouted featherless wings—sharp as blades and gleaming with lethal intent.
The creature, bearing four pairs of arms, exhaled ragged, bestial breaths.

[Sufficient blood has been spilled within the Forest.]
[The Ruins’ monster, Slayer, has been released from its seal. Slayer has begun its hunt for the one who first drenched the Forest in blood—Han Yu-sung. Slayer commences its pursuit….]

The creature’s name was Slayer.
A being sealed within the Ruins of this Forest, released from its bonds the moment Han Yu-sung achieved his first objective—a boss monster that all the players gathered here had been seeking.
This was the boss monster they had all been hunting.

“That is….”
“…A boss monster! They’ve actually found it.”

Dok-go Cheon’s eyes widened in astonishment.
Yet that shock was fleeting—his gaze soon burned with naked avarice.
He could not help himself. As circumstances spiraled in an unexpected direction, the boss monster had appeared.
For him, this was a golden opportunity.
A chance to overturn this entire situation completely.

‘If only I could defeat that boss monster.’

I would be able to obtain an Eternity-grade item.
With that in hand, dealing with Han Yu-sung would be trivial.
I wanted to strike down that boss monster immediately. But I couldn’t.
There was something that nagged at me—something I couldn’t simply overlook.

‘It was Han Yu-sung who discovered that monster.’

When I thought about it, there was nothing strange about it—it was only natural.
After all, who had discovered this Forest first?
Han Yu-sung.

‘He must possess a technique specialized in uncovering such things.’

So it wasn’t strange that Han Yu-sung found that monster.
But this situation was strange. He waited for the boss monster to appear.
More than that—he even lured it to this location.

‘Why?’

If he discovered a boss monster, wouldn’t it be better to eliminate it?
Then he could obtain an Eternity-grade item, and by leveraging that advantage, he could surge far ahead.
Without the risk of having it stolen by others—perfectly safe.
But Han Yu-sung refused to do so.

‘What is he plotting?’

Dok-go Cheon gripped his sword, wary of Han Yu-sung.
The answer to that question became clear almost immediately.

– KUAAAAAAAH!
“…!”

Through the Slayer’s actions, not Han Yu-sung’s.
The Slayer unleashed a furious roar. Crimson energy erupted from him, cascading down upon the surrounding earth.
That blood-red aura that touched the ground surged upward.

[The Slayer has established ‘Slaughterer’s Boundary’.]
[The Forest is sealed. Separately, those trapped within this boundary cannot escape beyond it unless the Slayer is defeated.]

“This is…!”

The worst message appeared.
A message that was utterly horrifying to Dok-go Cheon and Helud.
Yet simultaneously, it was the message Han Yu-sung had been waiting for above all else.

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