The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 41

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 41

Maezato Oju was born different from other people.
The heir to a Major Japanese Conglomerate. He was born with perfect status from birth, and his physical condition was equally exceptional.
His talent was no different. He was notably versatile, excelling in kendo above all, and demonstrating prowess across numerous other disciplines.
Even his talent as a player was remarkable.

[Unique Ability: Sword Saint (S).]

This was the unique ability he had obtained the moment he awakened as a player.
An ability that granted buffs to everything related to the sword.
This power had served him well, and he had leveraged it to achieve continuous victories.
He had never experienced failure as a player until now.
And he was certain it would remain that way.

“Hagh, hagh…!”

That certainty was now being shattered mercilessly.
Battered and broken, Oju gasped for breath.
My body, torn asunder by the blood wind, was scarcely better than a corpse. Blood flowed endlessly from my wounds.
The blood pooling from me had begun to accumulate on the ground.

‘This cannot be. This is… impossible.’

I could not comprehend this situation at all.
Just moments ago, Han Yu-sung had provoked me with the words “weaker than expected.”
Enraged by this, I immediately rose to my feet and launched a counterattack.
But the result was utterly devastating.

‘My blade… it doesn’t connect?’

A one-sided defeat.
I had unleashed my prided swordsmanship, yet it proved entirely ineffective against Han Yu-sung. At best, I had inflicted superficial wounds.
I had dealt no real damage.
This reality had dealt a severe blow to my pride.

“Krraaaaaaagh!”

Oju roared as he unleashed his swordsmanship.
From his fingertips unfolded a relentless barrage of blade strikes.
Swift yet economical, and at times intricate, the sword strikes descended upon Han Yu-sung without mercy.
And yet.

‘Why!’

They wouldn’t land.
The very swordsmanship that countless warriors had witnessed in awe, that had brought many to their knees.
But it wasn’t working.
Han Yu-sung evaded with minimal movement as if he could see the blade’s trajectory, and what he couldn’t avoid, he deflected.
The very pinnacle of efficiency.
Even Oju was astounded.

‘My blade… has it been read? But that shouldn’t be possible…’

Lost in thought as he thrust his sword, a fist wreathed in blood-red wind crashed down upon the blade’s surface.
The impact drained the strength from his sword arm, and a follow-up punch slammed into his abdomen.
The blow bent Oju’s body sharply.

“Guh, gasp…!”

Han Yu-sung’s knee drove upward toward his chin.
Lightning erupted between them.
Oju groaned in agony and unleashed a powerful slash that seemed to cleave the heavens themselves. But it too was futile.
Rather, it had given Han Yu-sung an opening.

Slip!

Han Yu-sung moved with a fluid glide.
In an instant, he pivoted to Oju’s side, seizing his right arm—now defenseless for a moment as he executed the powerful slash—and grasped it firmly.
And then.

Crack!

“Aaaahhhhh!”

Weakened by repeated blows, the bone shattered in a single strike.
Maezato Oju gritted his teeth and attempted to switch his sword to his other hand.
But Han Yu-sung’s foot came down on Oju’s knee far faster.
Unable to withstand the impact, Oju dropped to one knee.

Crack!

“Ugh…!”

A punch shot forward as if waiting for this very moment, shattering his remaining left arm.
Unable to grip a sword any longer, Oju’s blade fell from his hands.
Han Yu-sung kicked the sword away and trampled Oju’s solar plexus.
Then he muttered with genuine bewilderment.

“This is less impressive than I expected.”
“You bastard…!”

Oju’s rage reignited at those words.
But Han Yu-sung was sincere.
Oju had been strong in his past life, and he remained undeniably strong now.
Even now, he was a stronger player than I was.

[At your current level, defeating this powerhouse would be difficult.]
[The God’s Descent buff activates: ‘Giant Killing’ is triggered.]
[All stats +20, Fist Damage +25%, Speed +10%.]

The God’s Descent buff proved it.
Such a substantial buff meant there was a considerable gap in level and stats.
Yet what of the actual combat?

[The opponent is pitifully one-sided. This has grown tedious.]

Just as Kakasha said, it was entirely one-sided.
There was nothing more to add.
Oju’s attacks dealt negligible damage, while mine were devastating.
I pondered the reason, and it soon became clear.

‘Is it because of my combat experience from my past life?’

In my past life, I had fought Maezato Oju multiple times and emerged victorious.
Against a far more formidable and perfected version of him than the one before me now.
Compared to that, the current Maezato Oju was nothing but a pale imitation. His strength, his technique—both fell short.
Since I was already familiar with the swordplay he wielded, countering him proved effortless.
Perhaps that’s why this felt so… easy.

“How disappointing.”

I clicked my tongue in frustration.
I had anticipated a battle worth savoring, yet it had unfolded like this.
Breaking through the Route 10 Corridor had proven more entertaining than this.
My disappointment was genuine, and Maezato Oju sensed it acutely.

“What… what on earth…”

He couldn’t comprehend this situation.
Sprawled on the ground with his limbs completely shattered, Maezato Oju’s mind reeled.
Had he ever suffered such a one-sided, overwhelming defeat?
Unequivocally, no.
This reality was difficult to accept.

“You… defeated me… and yet you’re disappointed…?”

The one who had crushed him was expressing disappointment.
Not because of anything else, but because he was weaker than expected.
A scenario he had never imagined.
Maezato Oju felt as though he might lose his mind.
I exhaled deeply.

“Maezato Oju.”

I lifted his head from the ground where it lay embedded.
His eyes had lost their luster—they brimmed with humiliation, rage, fear, and overwhelming all of it, a profound emptiness.

“We shall meet again someday. When that time comes, you will…”

I spoke in a whisper.
At the sound of my words, Maezato Oju’s body began to tremble violently.

“You will die by my hand. Remember that.”

Han Yu-sung’s fist struck Maezato Oju’s face with devastating force.
That was the end. Maezato Oju’s body, utterly defeated, dissolved into light and vanished.
If he had died here, future matters would have become far simpler.

“Well, at this level, it won’t make much difference when we meet again.”

They would inevitably meet again at the international tournament.
And when that time came, he would die by my hand.
Prideful men like Maezato Oju cannot easily recover once they’ve been broken once.
Next time would be far easier than this.
Then, unlike now, I could obtain additional rewards from the Divine Descent.

‘I’m going to have to fight another tedious battle.’

Han Yu-sung shook his head in disapproval.
Nothing was more tedious than fighting an uninteresting battle.
As he thought this, a message appeared before his eyes.

[You have subjugated the Fallen Poison King.]
[You have plundered the player’s tokens.]
[You have obtained 1,425 Snake Tokens.]
[Predation has been activated. Predation Stack: 3/15.]

More tokens had arrived than expected.
The reason was obvious. It was thanks to eliminating Maezato Oju. He must have accumulated quite a few tokens while hunting players.
Han Yu-sung had simply taken them all for himself.

‘So I’ve gathered roughly 2,000 tokens.’

I had collected as much as I could.
At this level, wouldn’t I be able to receive the highest tier of rewards?
Han Yu-sung thought this and took a step forward, and right then.

Clang!

“Hmm, this is….”

Something caught beneath my feet.
Looking down to see what it was, I found a sword.

[So this is the blade that madman wielded.]

The blade was completely stained with blood, grotesque to behold.
Yet between those edges, I sensed something extraordinary.

[Moonlit Sword (Legendary)]
· Category: Weapon (Sword)
· Attack Power: 150.
· Strength, Agility +5, Sword-type Skill Damage +20%.
· The blade strengthens when wielded beneath moonlit nights.
· A subtle sword aura flows through it. This aura sharpens the blade further and creates afterimages that confuse enemies.

It was a Legendary-grade sword.
A natural smile crossed Han Yu-sung’s lips.
Perhaps because I was the heir to a Major Japanese Conglomerate, the rewards were quite generous.

“This is excellent. I can use this blade for quite some time.”
[Why! Sworn one! Do you forget my sword! Behold! This beautiful and perfect form with dancing flames!]
“It’s too conspicuous. Kakasha, have you forgotten your situation?”
[Uuuuugh…!]

Flames of War is a sacred relic.
Right now, Kakasha must conceal her existence as much as possible while building strength. I avoided using Flames of War as much as I could during this event.
Because the Lords are watching, and my identity could be exposed.
Such situations will occur frequently going forward.

[N-no, I have no logical counterargument. In that case, I shall either accumulate more power or seek out another sacred relic….]
“That sounds good. If there are any remaining sacred relics, try to find them.”
[There must surely be some sacred relic remaining somewhere….]

Kakasha groaned in frustration.
Han Yu-sung lightly dismissed her and moved forward.
Beyond the Fallen Poison King’s corpse, a portal to exit the Dungeon appeared.

“Ugh, cough!”
[Sworn one, are you alright?]
“…Phew, for now.”

Standing before the portal, Han Yu-sung spewed a mouthful of rotten blood.
The accumulated toxins and the side effects of the consumed inner elixir were overwhelming me.

“Let’s go. I need to buy medicine with Star Points first.”
[That sounds good.]

Once I exit the Dungeon, the rewards from the token should come in automatically.
Han Yu-sung stepped toward the portal.

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The Star Battlefield’s event, the conquest of the Snake Ruin, had concluded.
Its victor was someone no one had anticipated.

[Everyone, did you enjoy yourselves?]
[A player has appeared who conquered the Snake Ruin first. Participant 902, whose identity remains undisclosed! Congratulations from the bottom of our hearts.]
[Remarkably, there is a Lord who placed a wager on this player. That Lord receives a reward of tenfold magnitude!]

A masked player, Participant 902.
What was even more astonishing was that a Lord had wagered on them.

[You wagered on some human you don’t even know?]
[Must be a Sworn one. I have no idea which Lord it is, but….]
[Tenfold? Ha! Did they earn up to 100,000 coins at once?]
[Perhaps they wagered 10,000 coins.]

How could anyone wager on a player whose identity is unknown?
When a player hides their identity like that, it’s their contracted Lord who places the wager.
However, for a player with the skill to claim victory, concealing their identity is meaningless. Most of the time, their identity is revealed beforehand.
Especially if they’re skilled enough to defeat the favorites.

[Does anyone know who that is?]
[Excuse me. I believe I’ve seen that person before, don’t you know who they are? If you do, could you give me a hint about their identity?]

It was only natural that the Lords would grow curious about his identity.
They questioned the one Lord who had uniquely instructed them to watch Han Yu-sung, asking if she knew who he was, but no meaningful answer came back.

[I’m the one who should be asking who that is. All I know is one thing: I searched through all of Murim and couldn’t find him.]
[So he’s not a player from Murim?]
[Then what exactly….]

The Lords began to ponder Han Yu-sung’s identity.
And the players felt the same way.

“Wow, I can’t believe it even seeing it with my own eyes. Is this even possible?”
“He defeated the boss monster alone, and without resting even once in that situation, he also defeated Maezato Oju… is that even possible?”
“It wasn’t just a win.”

The players watching the broadcast murmured among themselves.
It was a sight that demanded such a reaction.

“I’ve never seen that mad killer bastard get beaten down like that. The weight class was completely different.”
“Right. This is the first time he’s lost like this, isn’t it?”
“The Japanese guys must have lost some face.”

The battle between Han Yu-sung and Oju was one-sided.
Literally a fight that ended with Han Yu-sung unilaterally pummeling Oju.
Oju’s attacks didn’t even deal proper damage to him.
Even that man’s exceptional swordsmanship was meaningless before Han Yu-sung.
There was one person who received an especially severe shock from witnessing this spectacle.

“This… this can’t be real….”

It was Ran.
Her ominous premonition had come true. She had thought Oju and Han Yu-sung would clash, and she had even considered the possibility of Oju’s defeat.
But she never imagined it would actually happen.
How could she have foreseen this?

“Ah, ah… how am I supposed to tell the chairman about this… the Lord….”

Ran felt the world spinning before her eyes.
The chairman hadn’t even concerned himself with this matter, and the Lord of Justice hadn’t even come to watch. They had never considered the possibility of failure.
But it had failed. So what about the aftermath?

“Aaaaaah….”

Ran wiped her face in despair.
Thinking of what lay ahead, she could not help herself.
Of course, none of it would change anything.

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