The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 325

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 325

A fierce battle erupted across the vast Forest.
The Demonic Faction, knowing their time was limited, attacked Poison Dragon desperately, but.
Poison Dragon did not yield easily.

– Kyaaaaaaaa!

Poison Dragon unleashed a roar thick with venom.
It tore at its own flesh and spewed the pieces in all directions.
Chunks of flesh scattered across the ground, oozing a sickening poison. And moments later, the poison took form.

– Kiiaaaaa!
– Kiaaaa…!
“That monster is doing something insane!”

They had transformed into smaller creatures resembling miniature versions of Poison Dragon.
The tiny Poison Dragons roared in unison and charged at the Demonic Faction.
Above them, the poison Poison Dragon had spewed rained down from the sky.
Red Blood Ming gritted his teeth at the sight, summoning his blood qi.

Kwaddddduck!

“Fall back! Quickly!”
“Much obliged!”

The ‘Blood Barrier’ Red Blood Ming created blocked the poison.
The barrier held only briefly, but it gave the Demonic Faction enough time to retreat.
And as if taking his place, Seven Evils and the Blood Cult surged forward, unleashing their blood techniques against the smaller Poison Dragons.
Exploding blood qi consumed their bodies.

“Hrrrrgh!”

Red Blood Ming burst through the explosion and charged at Poison Dragon.
His blade closed the distance in an instant, slashing across Poison Dragon’s torso.
The blood qi on the blade became countless sword strikes that tore across its entire body.
Poison Dragon shrieked in agony.
But.

‘Insufficient.’

Time. I don’t have enough of it.
So much had already been consumed just reaching this point.
With what remained, I couldn’t eliminate Poison Dragon.

‘I knew it would be like this, but their lack of unity is remarkable.’

Red Blood Ming flicked her tongue as she deflected the venomous fangs streaking toward her.
The Demonic Faction members were participating to some degree in the Blood Cult’s aggressive offensive led by Red Blood Ming.
Yet many fought halfheartedly, watching for openings and hesitating.
On top of that, they eyed each other with suspicion, unable to trust.

‘They must have their own schemes. Well, it doesn’t matter.’

Red Blood Ming had never intended to eliminate Poison Dragon on schedule anyway.
What mattered was making it appear as though she did.

‘Once the promised time passes, something will certainly move.’

I had to watch for that moment carefully.
Red Blood Ming exchanged a knowing glance with the Blood Cult’s warriors.
They nodded in understanding, having already heard the plan.
Thus the fierce battle between Poison Dragon and the Demonic Faction raged on.

[The promised hour has elapsed.]
[The Righteous Faction members may now enter the Forest.]

“Damn it all…!”
“We still have time! The Righteous Faction dogs will need time to discover this place and arrive here!”
“We just need to finish it before they get here!”

The spark of hope still flickered.
Hong Geol, leader of the Green Forest Bandits, cried out these words even as he doubted them.
Because there was one thing that gnawed at him above all else.
Could the Righteous Faction truly still be unaware of this place?
Was there no traitor among these unreliable Demonic Faction dogs?

“Tch! Regardless, it’s already too late to turn back!”

There was no choice but to fight and win by any means necessary.
Just as the Demonic Faction thought this and prepared to charge at Poison Dragon.

BOOM—

“Ugh…?!”

The deafening explosion shook my vision.
And moments later, thick smoke engulfed everything around us.

‘…Mist?’

At first, it was merely a thin haze. But it thickened in an instant, transforming into a dense fog so thick that I couldn’t see even a step ahead.
The mist didn’t stop there—it spread in all directions.

“What, this mist…!”
“Is it a technique Poison Dragon possesses?! Be careful! It could be a poison mist!”
“Everyone, stop breathing!”

That was the only logical conclusion.
Poison Dragon.
He was a monster who dominated this region and the target of a special operation.
For a monster of that caliber, deploying a poison mist of this scale was hardly surprising.
So all of the Demonic Faction remained vigilant against the mist.
But they all quickly grasped the truth.

“…No, this isn’t a poison mist.”
“Right. It’s just ordinary mist. But this mist… it feels familiar. That sensation of dulled senses, like intoxication…”

The martial artists of the Demonic Faction could tell.
They had experienced this mist before.

“The Assassination Guild, these bastards. Did they join forces with the Righteous Faction?!”
“Bi Wol and the other assassins from the Assassination Guild have vanished from sight!”
“Tsk, I knew he was untrustworthy, but…!”

Bi Wol and the masters of the Assassination Guild possessed a technique to conjure ‘mist’—a special fog that obscured vision and disrupted the senses.
They had used it to assassinate their targets.
But now, after deploying that very mist, they had withdrawn from their positions.

‘What’s the purpose?’

Why spread this fog at all?
To block vision and disrupt Poison Dragon’s hunt.
Then who stands to gain from this?

“Stay alert! The Righteous Faction must be nearby!”
“Ha! Right, I never trusted them anyway! Damn those Assassination Guild bastards!”
“A fog of this scale won’t last long! Hold formation until it clears, and keep your guard up! Poison Dragon too!”
“At least Poison Dragon seems just as confused by this fog…!”

The Demonic Faction’s warriors erupted in fury, scanning their surroundings.
The Assassination Guild had betrayed them—the Righteous Faction nearby would strike any moment now.

“Faction Leader, this is….”
“…Hmm.”

Their prediction was only half correct.
Waiting nearby were the Faction Leader and the elite masters of the Martial Arts Alliance.
Thanks to advance intelligence, they’d arrived swiftly at the location of the special event.
Yet they too were caught off guard, no less than the Demonic Faction.

“Assassin’s fog, then.”
“Yes. It seems to have properties that cloud perception. It must be a tactic of the Assassination Guild, but using it so suddenly….”
“They’ve realized we’re here.”

The Faction Leader’s eyes narrowed sharply.
I don’t know how they found out.

“Move. I’ll handle this fog myself.”
“Yes! Everyone, move out!”

There was no time to ponder such things now.
The Faction Leader kicked off the ground.
He and the elite masters of the Martial Arts Alliance burst through the Forest in an instant, reaching their destination.
Deep within the Forest, where Poison Dragon and the Demonic Faction clashed.

– Kyaaaaaaaaah!
“P-Poison Dragon moves!”

Through the thick mist, thunderous booms and anguished screams echoed.
The Faction Leader advanced without hesitation, sword gripped firmly in hand.

“There’s no need for mercy in the palm of my hand.”

All who stood before me were enemies.
An immense aura erupted from the Faction Leader’s entire being.
In the next instant, his blade shot skyward.

Shhhhwooooosh!
“…!”

Red Blood Ming’s head snapped up involuntarily.
An undeniable, overwhelming presence had made itself known.
What his eyes beheld was the sky itself split in two.

Booooom!

And then came a deluge of sword energy.
Red Blood Ming activated a sacred relic without hesitation.
It was the Guardians’ Oath—a sacred relic he’d received from the Lords before arriving here.
A protective barrier immediately unfurled, shielding all allies in the vicinity.

“Gaaahhh!”
“Cough! Aaaahhh!”

Agonized screams pierced the air.
The Demonic Faction’s martial artists were swept away helplessly by the Faction Leader’s sword energy.
Those sheltered beneath the barrier remained safe, at least.
But that reprieve would not last long.

Crack! Crackle-crackle-crack!

The barrier fractured, unable to withstand the relentless barrage of sword energy.
A peculiar gleam flickered across the Faction Leader’s eyes as he observed the sight.

“So you managed to endure my sword energy. But you won’t be able to block what comes next.”

Just as he said.
The defensive barrier that had begun to crack shattered completely, and sword energy poured down upon those beneath it.
The only saving grace was that the momentum of the sword energy had weakened.
And there was one more thing.

CRASH!

The Guardians’ Oath possessed a special effect.
It deployed a wide-area defensive barrier to block enemy attacks, and when the barrier was dispelled, it reflected all the accumulated damage back upon the attacker.
As the barrier shattered, the ground trembled violently.
A tremendous shockwave swept across the surrounding area.

“…Ugh!”

Even the Faction Leader had no choice but to assume a defensive stance against such overwhelming force.
Just as he raised his blade to block the incoming shockwave—

Whoooosh—!

The Faction Leader’s senses detected an intense presence.
It carried a vicious killing intent, yet felt strangely familiar.
That presence came from directly behind him.
He twisted his body instinctively and drew his blade.

“Who are you!”

Mist so thick it obscured his vision.
Through it came a malevolent demonic aura, and in the same instant, a blade pierced through the Faction Leader’s body.

EXPLODE!

The compressed demonic energy erupted.
The demonic aura pushed through the thick mist, consuming the area, and created an enormous isolated space.
A space so silent and ominous it was suffocating.

‘…No one is visible.’

In that space, there was only the Faction Leader.
The others were nowhere to be seen. Not the martial artists of the Martial Arts Alliance who had come with him, nor the enemies, nor the attacker who had struck him down.
In the darkness, the Faction Leader stood alone.
He furrowed his brow and surveyed his surroundings.

“Demonic energy… Is this the work of the Demon Sect? No, this is…”

I had fought the Demon Sect many times already.
The current Heavenly Demon was no exception. They were already a faction in decline. There was no way they could generate demonic energy of this magnitude.
Then who in the world had unleashed this?

“Ugh…!”

A sharp pain interrupted the Faction Leader’s thoughts.
Moments ago, a blade infused with vicious demonic energy had carved a deep wound across his abdomen.
Looking closely, the wound was stained pitch black.
Needless to say, it was demonic energy.

‘The demonic energy is spreading throughout my entire body.’

Like a virulent poison coursing through his veins.
The demonic energy spreading through his body was consuming the Faction Leader from within.
Was there truly someone capable of wielding demonic energy of this caliber?
If so, who could it possibly be?

“How do you like the space I’ve created, Faction Leader?”
“…”

As if answering that very question, a voice echoed through the darkness.
The Faction Leader’s gaze turned toward the source of the voice.
A figure emerged from the thick shadows.

“Dok-go Cheon…”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you in a place like this.”

In one hand, he held a square sphere formed entirely of demonic energy, and in the other, a blade stained with the Faction Leader’s blood.
Dok-go Cheon fixed his gaze upon the Faction Leader.

“You bastard, what are you doing… Don’t tell me you’ve conspired with the Demonic Faction?”
“Why would I conspire with such trash? It would be more accurate to say I’ve used them to create this situation.”
“Used them? Surely not, Dok-go Cheon. You wouldn’t….”
“You’ve figured it out.”

Seeing the Faction Leader’s gaze, Dok-go Cheon grinned wickedly.

“This is the stage for your death, Faction Leader. To kill you, to seize the sword in your hands, to steal the position of Faction Leader!”
“Have you lost your mind, Dok-go Cheon!”
“Can one live with sanity in a world like this?”

Dok-go Cheon grinned and gripped his sword.
The demonic energy surrounding him surged in response, seeping into his body.
Then an intensity unlike anything before erupted from his form.
The tremendous power soon transformed into countless sword strikes.

Roooaaarrr!

A colossal wave engulfed the Faction Leader.
The Faction Leader clenched his teeth and gripped his sword tightly. Though the exact principle eluded him, this space was channeling power into Dok-go Cheon.
Yet he could not simply accept this.
He forced his sluggish body to move.

“Dok-go Cheon…!”
“This place shall become your tomb, Faction Leader!”

Soon the Faction Leader and Dok-go Cheon began their fierce battle.
And neither of them could have imagined.
That there was one watching their combat from the closest vantage point.

“They fight well.”

It was Han Yu-sung.
He was observing the battle while concealing himself in the darkness.
Part of him wanted to leap into the fray immediately.
But the time for that had not yet come.

‘The Faction Leader, Dok-go Cheon. Both are obstacles to the Demonic Faction’s victory.’

I hold no particular ill will toward the Faction Leader.
But if both of them destroy each other, that would be the best outcome for me.
So I decided to wait.

‘Well, I won’t have to wait long.’

For the Faction Leader to fall, and for the chance to finish Dok-go Cheon for certain.

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