The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 326

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 326

In the thick darkness, the relentless ring of clashing blades echoed without pause.
Sword energy surged forth like a tidal wave, tearing through the shadows.
The Faction Leader gritted his teeth and summoned his inner power, bringing his blade down against the earth.
A sword barrier erupted around him, intercepting the incoming wave of energy.

“Dok-go Cheon…!”

The Faction Leader’s eyes widened as he thrust his sword forward.
Countless flashes of light erupted from the blade, converging toward Dok-go Cheon before uniting into a single beam aimed at his heart.
Yet that attack never reached him.

Crash!

Demonic energy surged forth first.
The dark energy rising from the ground diminished the sword light’s power, and Dok-go Cheon, seizing the opportunity, cleaved through the remaining flashes.
Then he charged toward the Faction Leader, who was recovering his stance.

Whoosh!

A sword shadow shot forward in a straight line.
Dok-go Cheon advanced at tremendous speed, brushing past the Faction Leader.
And moments later.

“Ugh, argh!”

Blood gushed from the Faction Leader’s legs.
Dok-go Cheon did not stop there, pushing off the ground.

“Faction Leader! In this space, you cannot defeat me!”
“You bastard…!”

Dok-go Cheon, suspended in mid-air, drew his sword arm back in a wide arc.
And then.

Boom!

I wielded my sword at a speed beyond perception.
The blade carved through the air indiscriminately, and the sword light that gathered at its edge crashed down upon the Faction Leader.
The Faction Leader deflected the sword light while letting out a cold laugh.
The power contained in each individual sword light was at a level difficult to endure.
Especially for the Faction Leader in his current state.

“Cough!”

Unable to withstand the sword light, the Faction Leader spat blood and was driven backward.
The sword light he failed to block tore through his entire body in ragged gashes.

‘This is not good. At this rate….’

The Faction Leader assessed his situation with cold clarity.
The surprise attack he suffered from Dok-go Cheon before being trapped here had been fatal.
Whatever he had done, the demonic energy spreading throughout my body made it difficult to circulate my inner power.
My body was in the same condition.

‘Should I buy time? No, even if I buy time.’

If I knew how long this space would last, I would do so.
But I don’t know that, and I lack the strength to endure until then.
The Faction Leader wiped the blood from his lips as Dok-go Cheon slowly approached.

‘If I continue fighting like this, I will only face defeat.’

I had to overturn the situation somehow.
The Faction Leader exhaled roughly while on his knees.
Dok-go Cheon, who had been approaching him, stopped at a certain distance.

“…So you coveted the position of Faction Leader to that extent.”
“Of course. Originally, I had no intention of seizing it so hastily. But the situation has become one where I must take it by any means necessary.”
“How absurd, to go to such mad lengths.”
“Indeed.”

It was something no one had anticipated.
Everyone knew that Dok-go Cheon coveted the position of Faction Leader. They even knew he was in contact with the Five Great Families to check the Faction Leader’s power.
But to think he would attempt assassination directly.
And during the Trial of God at that.

“I must accumulate far greater power. To stand against him, to seize everything he possesses, I have no choice but….”
“Him?”

The Faction Leader’s brow furrowed.
Him? He had no idea who Dok-go Cheon was referring to.
Dok-go Cheon had no intention of explaining.
He merely gazed at the Faction Leader with eyes consumed by avarice.

“Therefore….”

Dok-go Cheon gripped his blade.
The demonic energy surrounding the area converged upon his sword.
The blade erupted with an ominous radiance, conjuring a colossal wave of demonic force.
A wave composed entirely of sword energy.

“I will claim your life, Faction Leader!”
“…!”

A blade cleaving through the void.
A titanic wave rose as if to devour the entire space itself.
That wave advanced with devastating velocity, consuming everything in its path.
In an instant, it reached directly before the Faction Leader.
The Faction Leader drew a sharp breath and gripped his sword.

CLANG!

In that moment, brilliant light exploded from the Faction Leader’s blade.
The sword he wielded was one left behind by a transcendent being of immense power in the distant past. Knowledge from successive Faction Leaders had accumulated within it, growing stronger with each generation.
Any who became Faction Leader of the Martial Arts Alliance inevitably inherited this blade.
And this sword possessed a special property.

[The fragments within the blade grant you power….]

The fragments of previous Faction Leaders that remained within the sword.
Through these fragments, an explosive surge of power was unleashed.
Tremendous strength flooded through his entire body.
The Faction Leader did not suppress that power.

“ROOOAAARRR!”

A shout accompanied the blade as it shot forth.
Light poured from the sword, illuminating all directions. That radiance swiftly transformed into countless sword auras that simultaneously encircled Dok-go Cheon.
They all shot toward him at once.

Screech!

Or rather, they would have shot toward him.
Until a blade appeared from nowhere and severed the Faction Leader’s arm.
His right arm, still gripping the sword, tumbled to the ground as blood erupted from the wound.
The Faction Leader stared down at his severed limb in disbelief.

“What…”
“I already knew what power dwelt within that blade. And how to counter it—a Transcendent bound to me revealed that knowledge.”
“…How could you…”

A truth known only to the Faction Leader and an extremely select few.
Yet that question merely circled within his mouth.
He could not voice it aloud.

Crash-crash-crash-crash!

Countless sword auras tore through the Faction Leader’s entire body.
Ravaged and broken, the Faction Leader collapsed.
Dok-go Cheon’s foot pressed down upon his head.

“Do not concern yourself with what comes after, Faction Leader. I have already discussed how to lead the Martial Arts Alliance with the elders of the Five Great Families.”
“You bastard…!”

The Faction Leader’s rage erupted, but that was all.
There was nothing he could do.
He had lost an arm, and the grievous wounds covering his body left him unable to move.
Dok-go Cheon laughed down at him as he raised his sword.
Just as the descending blade was about to sever the Faction Leader’s neck.

“So that’s what you prepared—following me all this time?”
“…?!”

A voice rang out.
Directly behind Dok-go Cheon, who held his sword raised high.
Dok-go Cheon spun around in shock at the unexpected voice.

“Your creativity is lacking, Dok-go Cheon.”
“Wh-what…?!”

The face of someone he had hoped never to see entered his vision.
A man with an expression of utter disdain—Han Yu-sung.
By the time he recognized that face, it was already too late.

Blood Heavenly Demonic Art, 【Blood Heavenly Sword Annihilation】.

The world split asunder.
Tremendous blood qi erupted outward, cleaving through sky and earth alike. A colossal crimson fissure carved itself like a scar across the darkness-stained space.
And then it consumed Dok-go Cheon.

“Ugh, kh…?!”

Dok-go Cheon raised his sword light in alarm.
He had to block it. It was pure instinct, but already it was too late.
The sword light he belatedly conjured was swallowed whole by the blood qi.
And the very blade he held in his hand as well.

KABOOOOOM!

“GAAAAHHHHH!”

The blood qi condensed within Blood Heavenly Sword Annihilation detonated, consuming the entire area.
Tremendous impact and agony assailed Dok-go Cheon.
Unable to endure the unbearable pain, Dok-go Cheon let out a harrowing scream.
An attack that came without any warning whatsoever.
Under normal circumstances, he would have suffered a mortal wound from this single strike.

“Ugh, kh-khhhh!”

But this space was imbued with Geomson’s power.
Demonic energy saturated the surroundings, shielding his body. Though he avoided a fatal wound, the injury remained grave.
Blood streamed from every inch of Dok-go Cheon’s form, drenching the earth beneath him.
He stared at the figure before him with eyes full of disbelief.

“Hah, Han Yu-sung? How did you even get here…!”
“Helud said something similar, I believe.”
“…!”

Dok-go Cheon’s eyes widened at those words.
Helud had lost his life in the Trial that had opened not long ago.
That this man had spoken similar words to him was astonishing.
The implication was far too simple to ignore.

“Did you kill Helud too? How in the world…!”

This was the Trial of God unfolding in the Murim.
Without some special mechanism in place, players from other worlds could not intervene.
Yet Han Yu-sung stood here.
He could not fathom how the situation had come to pass.
The only certainty he possessed was this:

“Well, ask Helud when you see him.”

Han Yu-sung had no intention of enlightening Dok-go Cheon.
He had come here with but one purpose—to end this man’s life.

“You’ll meet him soon enough anyway.”
“Ugh, krraaaagh!”

Han Yu-sung pushed off from the ground.
His form, wreathed in crimson flame, closed the distance to Dok-go Cheon.
Dok-go Cheon attempted to respond to the assault, but found himself unable.

[Supremacy strips the speed from all enemies in this vicinity!]
“…!”

A tremendous force erupted from Han Yu-sung’s feet, stripping away Dok-go Cheon’s speed in an instant.
Closing the distance in a heartbeat, Han Yu-sung extended his arm.
The Spear of Divine Annihilation gripped in his hand blazed with demonic energy compressed to its absolute limit.
Then came the thrust of the spear blade.

Oblivion.

The condensed demonic energy transformed into a colossal vortex, piercing through Dok-go Cheon’s body.
There were exactly five of them.
The unleashed demonic energy consumed Dok-go Cheon whole, tearing his entire body apart without mercy.
Dok-go Cheon couldn’t even scream.
He lacked even the capacity to do so.

A deafening boom echoed through the space.

Dok-go Cheon, his entire body reduced to tatters, dropped to one knee.
An intense pain so overwhelming it threatened to steal his consciousness flooded through him.
He gritted his teeth and lifted his head, clinging to awareness.

‘How… how is this possible…?’

Only one question filled his mind.
How was that monster here? How had he killed Helud? And how had he entered this space?
Every question remained unanswered.
All of it was incomprehensible.

‘At this rate…’

Crimson blood poured from Dok-go Cheon’s body.
Nearby, the Faction Leader lay sprawled on the ground, his eyes closed as if unconscious.
A bitter laugh escaped him at the sight.
The situation had reversed in an instant. He who had been driving the Faction Leader to the brink of death now found himself on the precipice of his own demise.
What way out remained in this predicament?

‘Descent.’

That’s all there is to it.
This space is imbued with Geomson’s power.
Other transcendents cannot peer into this place, but Geomson is different.
And within this space alone, Geomson’s intervention is possible.
If only I could receive his aid.

“Geomson, I beseech you…!”

Dok-go Cheon spread his arms wide and gazed upward at the sky.
Beyond, I could see Han Yu-sung charging forward, radiating murderous intent.
This is the only means I have to stop him.

“Descend into me, and punish those who have insulted you!”

With Geomson’s power, I could overturn all of this.
Dok-go Cheon cried out with that thought, his eyes clenched shut.
Anticipating the tremendous force that would soon inhabit his body.

“….”

Yet no matter how long I waited, nothing changed.
Geomson’s voice never came, and no overwhelming power descended into Dok-go Cheon’s form.
Literally nothing happened at all.
Dok-go Cheon opened his eyes once more.

“What…?”
“Why did you expect Geomson’s aid?”

Standing directly before me was Han Yu-sung’s face.
That face was filled with contempt for Dok-go Cheon.
Dok-go Cheon’s eyes widened as if unable to comprehend the situation.

“I’m afraid the Geomson you seek cannot see this place.”
“Cannot see? How is that even possible?”
“Who knows.”

Han Yu-sung raised his blade.
And then.

“Ask Geomson directly about that. If it’s even possible.”

The blade sang through the darkness.

Steel found flesh, severing Dok-go Cheon’s neck in one fluid motion.
His headless body crumpled like a discarded husk.
That was the end.

“Nothing but greed, that one.”

The final moments of Dok-go Cheon—a man who had surrendered himself entirely to avarice and charged forward blindly.
I flicked the blood from my blade and muttered those words to myself.

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