The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 73

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 73

Flames spread outward from the War Banner planted firmly in the ground.
Fierce inferno consumed the earth, transforming the surrounding landscape into desolation.

“Gaaahhhhh!”
“You fools, did you really think you could escape?!”
“Kehehehe, I’ll slaughter you all—wait?!”

That was when the Blood Cult’s warriors realized something was amiss.
The ground had transformed into a wasteland. Along the outermost perimeter, fierce flames erupted as if drawing a boundary line, and heat radiated from all directions.
And with it came an inexplicable sense of dread.

[The War Banner has declared ‘war’ upon this domain.]
[Buffs are granted to the faction that satisfies the sacred relic.]
[Engage in an unforgettable war!]

Text materialized before the warriors’ eyes.
Before they could even comprehend what it meant.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

“T-the ground is shaking!”
“What is this…cough, hack…!”

The earth trembled as if struck by an earthquake, then fractured wide open.
A violent explosion erupted from the chasm, sweeping across the warriors.

Earth Shattering.

Before the bewildered warriors could regain their senses from the sudden onslaught, a figure descended from the sky at tremendous velocity.

Extinguishing Flame Descent—Falling Blaze.

Boom!

“Gaaahhhhh!”
“F-fire! The fire…!”

Sparks erupted from beneath Han Yu-sung’s feet, engulfing the enemies on all sides.
Fierce flames consumed the Blood Cult’s warriors.
But it was far from over. Han Yu-sung gripped his blade and spun his body with tremendous force.

【Halden Style Swordsmanship – Full Moon】.

A sharp, cutting sound.

Sword energy spiraled outward from the blade’s tip, cleaving through the enemies’ bodies without mercy.
The Blood Cult’s warriors fell silent as they watched their comrades—alive mere moments before—collapse like reeds in the wind.
And they turned their gaze toward the one who had orchestrated this devastation: Han Yu-sung.

“You! Where did you crawl out from? Who are you to interfere with our sect’s affairs…!”
“H-he’s attacking!”
“Ugh!”

No time for words.
Successive waves of sword energy crashed down upon them mercilessly.
Screams of the Blood Cult intruders echoed throughout the White Sword Sect.

‘To properly utilize the sacred artifact, I need to break the enemy’s momentum completely.’

I must satisfy the war banner’s hunger.
Dispatching enemies this way wasn’t ineffective, but eliminating the commander leading them would be far more decisive.
As Han Yu-sung cut down the warriors, his eyes swept the battlefield rapidly.

– Krraaaagh!
– B-brother! These bastards…!
– B-blood! It boils! Spill more blood for me!

Allies and enemies clashed in chaotic combat.
Among them, I spotted a man rampaging at the forefront.
Drenched entirely in blood, he was cutting through the White Sword Sect’s vital forces.

‘That one must be the commander.’

Then my task was simple.

A blazing inferno erupted!

Killing that bastard.
A fierce gale swept across the Battlefield, advancing toward its target.

“…Why hasn’t this been dealt with yet?”

It was then that Ho-rye, the Master of the Blood Cult, sensed something amiss.
Leading this ambush from the vanguard, he was systematically eliminating the Baekgeommun’s core forces while his subordinates followed in his wake.

“Cough! You cowardly wretches…!”
“What’s happening in the Rear? Report!”
“Gack….”

Crack!

Ho-rye snapped the neck of the elderly man he’d been holding as he spoke.
By now, the Warriors should have finished off the Baekgeommun personnel and made their way here, yet they showed no signs of arrival.
The report came back swiftly.

“Sir, enemies! Unknown assailants have suddenly…!”
“Enemies?”

Ho-rye furrowed his brow and turned his head.
And in that very instant.

Whoooosh!

“Ugh, aaaahhh!”
“What suddenly—cough!”

A shadow erupted.
Rising from the earth, the shadow transformed into razor-sharp spikes that pierced through Ho-rye and the Blood Cult warriors nearby.
Ho-rye leaped into the air to evade, but the others could not.

“Ugh?!”

Something hurtled toward Ho-rye as he soared through the air.
It was a spear.
The Spear of the Abyss tore through the darkness and pierced Ho-rye’s shoulder.
Immediately after, a fierce gale crashed down, and a leg wreathed in blazing flames lashed across his body.

Crash!

“Ugh, gasp…!”

Unable to withstand the impact, Ho-rye’s body slammed into the ground.
Dust billowed upward in thick clouds.
Ho-rye scrambled to his feet and opened his eyes wide to identify his attacker.
A man he had never seen before stood before him.

“Who are you? The disciples of the White Sword Sect…!”

But I would never hear his answer.
Han Yu-sung stamped the ground as if there was no need to respond.
The distance closed in an instant. A fist shot forward like lightning, aimed directly at Ho-rye.
Ho-rye gritted his teeth and surged his inner energy forcefully.
The blood scattered all around responded, rising into the air.

Boom!

In the next moment, all the blood around him exploded at once.
Ho-rye didn’t stop there—he wrapped his own arm in blood.
That arm and hand twisted grotesquely, transforming into a hideous form.

“Arrogant fool, do I look so easy to you!”

Ho-rye roared and thrust his arm through the explosion.
As his hand, now transformed into a massive claw, raked through the air, the blood scattered and transformed into crescent-shaped waves of force that shot toward Han Yu-sung.

Slash!

A sharp cutting sound rang out as something was severed.

“I’ll make sure you die!”

Ho-rye tried to continue his barrage of attacks without pause.
But his arm wouldn’t move, as if someone had seized it.
Then, as the dust from the explosion finally settled,
Ho-rye finally understood why his arm wouldn’t move.

“This bastard…!”

Beyond the dissipating dust, a violent wind became visible.
And behind it, several layers of ice walls shattered.
Han Yu-sung had used Blood Wind Flow and Ice Wall to block Ho-rye’s attack.
Compressed blood wind gathered in his palm.

Whoooosh!

“Ugh, aaaahhh!”

Blood wind accompanied by flames engulfed Ho-rye’s arm.
The fire incinerated and evaporated the blood coating his right arm, while sharp blood wind tore the hidden flesh beneath into shreds.

“Gack, screeeeeech!”
“You’re too loud.”

Ho-rye convulsively thrust his left arm toward Han Yu-sung.
In that instant, Han Yu-sung’s fist shot forward.
One fist was launched, yet dozens of fists crossed through the air.
Ho-rye’s eyes widened at the unbelievable speed of the barrage.

‘What… a barrage at this speed…?’

Which should I block? Which should I deflect first?
Ho-rye’s mind grew confused. But there was no time to deliberate.
He sprayed blood and clawed violently through the air, attempting to intercept the barrage.
And only then did he realize.

“This… this is.”

The barrage visible before his eyes—the countless fists—were all illusions.
A deception meant to confuse Ho-rye and steal his focus.
Han Yu-sung stomped the ground and twisted his upper body with tremendous force.
Then Blood Dragon Light Fang was unleashed.

Crackle crackle! Whoooosh!

A fist struck squarely at my chest.
Ho-rye’s movements froze. In the next instant, the blazing dragon’s head tore into him, and searing flames consumed his entire body.
Excruciating pain overwhelmed Ho-rye. But it wasn’t fatal.

‘Blood, I need blood….’

If I use blood magic, I can heal these wounds…!
Ho-rye desperately widened the distance between himself and Han Yu-sung while attempting to absorb the blood scattered nearby.
Of course, Han Yu-sung had no intention of allowing such an escape.

Whoooosh!

Radiating from Han Yu-sung’s position, a suffocating cold spread outward, freezing the blood scattered across the ground.

“Gasp, hagh… u, uuugh…!”

That wasn’t all.
The mist-like cold froze Ho-rye’s legs as he fled.
His trembling eyes turned forward.
In the next moment, a gale swept toward him.
A condensed slash infused with concentrated mana severed Ho-rye’s neck.

Thud— roll, roll—

“N-No, Master!”
“Ho-rye…!”

That was the end.
Ho-rye, now lifeless, collapsed to his knees.
The Blood Cult’s warriors were horrified at the sight.
But there was no time for shock. Something far more terrifying was about to unfold.

[‘War’s Banner’ is satisfied with Han Yu-sung’s performance.]
[War’s blessing is granted to Han Yu-sung and the White Sword Sect!]
[Blessing: All stats +20%, Attack Power +20%, Defense +20%, Speed +10%. Additionally, grants unwavering courage in battle.]

Satisfied with Ho-rye’s death, War’s Banner bestowed its blessing.
Flames radiating from the banner seeped into our allies.
Into Han Yu-sung and the White Sword Sect members still engaged in combat.

“What… what is this?”
“Suddenly, my strength is returning…”

Considering it was an area-wide buff granted to all allies within range, the effect was extraordinarily powerful.
Yet the numbers still favored the Baekgeommun side overwhelmingly.
Even with the buff, the Baekgeommun couldn’t easily reverse the tide of battle.

Crack! Crunch!

“Gaaahhh!”
“Ugh, uaaahhh…!”

But that was only temporary.
Once Han Yu-sung, having eliminated Ho-rye, drew all the enemies’ attention and began his rampage, the Baekgeommun’s stance shifted dramatically.
I couldn’t tell who that man was.
But if someone that strong was on our side…!

“Come on, let’s go! This is our chance!”
“Fight! We must aid him and crush these vile enemies!”
“Charge!”

We could definitely win this.
The disciples of the Baekgeommun, having reached that conclusion, began their advance in unison.
To claim victory in this war.

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The battle didn’t last nearly as long as expected.
Han Yu-sung swept through the Blood Cult’s warriors, methodically hunting down those in command positions and dispatching them with ruthless efficiency.
The Baekgeommun followed in his wake, and the enemies—leaderless and caught off-guard—fell helplessly.

“Ugh, kgh…”

Most of the Blood Cult warriors who had invaded the Baekgeommun lay dead on the ground.
Those who survived, seeing no hope of victory, had fled.
The disciples of the Baekgeommun erupted in cheers of triumph.
And moments later.

[Event ‘Sect Annihilation Crisis’ has been resolved.]
[You have saved the Baekgeommun, which would have been destroyed following the original timeline.]

Along with the message, everything around me began to fade away.
The scene drenched in blood and corpses, the cheers of joy from those who had survived, the people approaching to express their gratitude to Han Yu-sung—all of it vanished.
As if it had all been nothing but illusion.

“Well, that’s only natural.”
[Hmm.]

There was a message that had appeared before the event began.
‘Reading an event recorded in the Tower’—that was what it said.
This event, whenever it occurred, was something that had actually happened in some world.
That event had been recorded in the Tower and was now being replayed in the form of this trial.

[The fate those people would have originally met goes without saying.]
“Indeed.”

The Baekgeommun possessed no strength to overcome the Blood Cult.
They would have been slaughtered helplessly, their corpses desecrated and transformed into jiangshi.
It was regrettable, but it was a past that could not be changed.
Han Yu-sung lifted his head.

[You have received rewards for resolving the event!]
[As rewards, you have obtained 5,000 Crimson Coins, ‘Relic of Blood: Blood Jade (Legendary)’, ‘VIP Ticket (Legendary)’, and ‘First Blood Crystal (Epic)’!]
[You have met the activation condition for the unique ability ‘Godly Descent’.]
[As an additional reward, you have obtained the skill ‘Blood Burst (A)’!]
[Your level has increased by 2 stages.]

The rewards for resolving the event awaited Han Yu-sung.

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