The Crazy Battle God Has Returned - Chapter 85

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A Mad Swordsman Returns – Chapter 85

The rewards of the Selection Tournament grew stronger as the Lords’ attention concentrated upon it.
But how does one draw the Lords’ attention?
Han Yu-sung, who had lived a previous life, knew that method better than anyone.

‘Unexpected developments. Overwhelming results. And.’

Relentless pace.

[The number of survivors in Arena 6 has drastically decreased.]
[That arena is merging with Arena 3! Be cautious!]
[More Lords are turning their attention to Battlefield 6!]
[Interest levels are approaching their peak!]

A tempo so relentless that the Lords could not tear their eyes away.
A pace that made the other arenas seem tedious by comparison.
The reason players in Arena 6 were being eliminated so remarkably fast was absurdly simple.

“A m-monster… this bastard is a monster…”
“Ugh!”

Han Yu-sung.
Countless players swarmed him in coordinated attacks, yet they lacked the strength to eliminate him.
Instead, they fell to his blade one after another.
This was true in Arena 6, and the players from Arena 3 who had been added when the arenas merged were no different.

Whoosh!

Han Yu-sung flicked the blood from his blade.
Naturally, that did not mean he had escaped unscathed.
Wounds from his battles with enemies were etched across his body.

“Isn’t this manageable?”
“Right? If we all rush him now, we could win…”
“Stop talking and move! Let’s go! This is our chance!”

Han Yu-sung was drenched entirely in blood.
At this rate, he must be exhausted—surely we can defeat him now.
The players who thought this rushed toward Han Yu-sung, but.

Boom!

“Gahhhhh!”

The outcome remained unchanged.
Han Yu-sung detonated the blood scattered around him, then advanced toward his approaching enemies and unleashed the Extinguishing Flame Technique.
His legs, tracing curved arcs through the air, incinerated his foes in an instant.
And the shadows rising in succession alongside them.

“That… that monster!”
“He’s gotten even faster…?”

The players who had rushed in vanished in moments.
Despite the tremendous blood loss, Han Yu-sung’s movements showed no signs of slowing.
In truth, wounds of this magnitude meant nothing to me.

Whoooosh…!

Because I possessed the Spirit of Blood Ghost.
Han Yu-sung absorbed the blood surrounding him to mend his wounds.
Not completely healed, but sufficient to continue fighting.
The players who witnessed this spectacle shook their heads in despair.

‘Fight that monster and win?’
‘Is there any chance of victory?’
‘Continuing to fight seems utterly pointless…’

The number of remaining players was now few.
They too had endured countless battles, accumulating injuries both grave and minor.
Could they defeat Han Yu-sung in this condition?
Even if all remaining players attacked together, could they break him?

Scrape! Whoosh!

While the players hesitated, Han Yu-sung began to move.
Sword auras carved through the air, slashing across the players’ bodies, while surging shadows and flames finished off the rest.
After that rampage, only two players remained.

“Ugh, uuugh… Aaaahhh!”

Thwoom!

The remaining player convulsed as he unleashed a barrage of arrows.
The arrows shot through the air and split mid-flight, becoming dozens that converged on Han Yu-sung, but.
It was futile.

Clang clang clang clang!

“Insane.”

Blood Wind Current had deflected every single arrow.
And beyond that deflection, Han Yu-sung was nowhere to be seen.
The player searched frantically for him.
But there was no need to look far.

Whoosh!

“Cough… hack…!”

Han Yu-sung was already behind him.
Blood Island pierced through the player’s heart. Struck by the fatal blow, the player gasped in agony before vanishing.
Only one remained.

“….”
“….”

The last player standing, Kim Hyung-woo, swallowed hard.
Kim Hyung-woo had contracted with a Lord bearing a stigma and belonged to a fairly renowned Guild as a level 130 player.
Naturally, he had fought countless enemies and gained diverse experience while reaching this level.

‘Yet this pressure… I’ve never felt it from another person before.’

I had fought countless boss monsters. I had even endured God’s Trial.
And the pressure I felt now was on par with God’s Trial itself.
Sweat streamed down my face, rolling along my jaw before falling away.

“Haaah… KYAAAAAAAH!”

Qi gathered in Kim Hyung-woo’s two hands.
Like an enraged tiger, he charged toward Han Yu-sung while unleashing the qi coalesced in his palms.
And as Han Yu-sung deflected the qi, he seized the opening to close the distance.

Whiiiiish!

With the sound of air being torn asunder.
A left fist that curved like a serpent shot forward.

Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!

The fist twisted at unpredictable angles, striking Han Yu-sung relentlessly.
Judging that he had sufficiently disoriented his opponent’s vision, Kim Hyung-woo planted his feet firmly for the finishing blow.

“It’s over!”

Then came the unleashed right fist.
A punch imbued with devastating force advanced to obliterate its target.
Han Yu-sung himself.

“…!”

But.
It was all meaningless.
Han Yu-sung deflected the left fist shooting from an unpredictable angle while simultaneously closing the distance with Kim Hyung-woo.
And he thrust his palm forward to meet the incoming right fist.

Boom!

The fully extended palm struck Kim Hyung-woo’s fist with tremendous force.
In the next instant, Kim Hyung-woo felt searing heat.
Intense warmth flowed in, centered on the fist that the palm had struck.
That heat spread rapidly through his entire right arm.

“Ugh, gah, ah… AAAAAAHHHHH!”

Blood erupted like fountains from countless points across his body.
My energy surged through Kim Hyung-woo’s veins, reducing his entire arm to tatters.
His right arm became useless in an instant. Gritting his teeth, he tried to push me away with his remaining left arm, but—

Whoooosh—Crack!

“Damn… you…”

My leg, wreathed in flames, tore away his left arm in a heartbeat.
Simultaneously, shadows erupting from the ground ensnared his limbs.
All-consuming flames gathered at my feet.

KABOOOOOM!

Inferno consumed Kim Hyung-woo.
His body rocketed backward like a bullet with the massive explosion, crashing into the wall.
The only mercy was that Kim Hyung-woo had already lost consciousness.
He vanished without ever feeling the pain.

“That ended faster than expected.”

The moment I extinguished the flames, a message appeared as if waiting for this instant.

[The first Selection Tournament victor has emerged.]
[Congratulations, Player Han Yu-sung! You have earned the right to participate in the National Inter-Country Tournament. Prepare yourself for the upcoming National Inter-Country Tournament!]

A message announcing the end of my Selection Tournament.
I turned silently to face the spectators.
I saw the eyes of countless Lords, all focused intently upon me.
There were so many that counting them seemed impossible.

‘I wonder how the Selection Tournament rewards will be enhanced.’

[An innumerable number of Lords are watching you.]
[Congratulations! The highest level of interest has been gathered!]
[You will receive the highest tier of rewards!]

The more attention gathered, the stronger the rewards became—such was the mechanism.
With so many Lords assembled, the attention of ordinary people would naturally have converged as well.
It was only natural that the rewards would be enhanced.

[You are returning to the Player Alliance of Korea.]
[Please await the players who have passed the Selection Tournament.]

In the next moment, Han Yu-sung, holding the reward chest, was enveloped in brilliant light.

* * *

The Arena stood hollow and empty, all players vanished.

[…Did you see it? That sword that man was wielding just now.]
[I saw it. It resembled the blade the Blood Demon favored during his human days. Could it be that madman entrusted his sword to a human?]
[No, perhaps….]

Only the Lords remained, still lost in the afterglow of the Selection Tournament.
They recalled the martial prowess Han Yu-sung had displayed moments before.
The skills he wielded, his weapons, the manner in which he fought—all of it.
There was one common thread binding it all together.

[That human, Han Yu-sung—isn’t he contracted with the Blood Demon?]
[I share your thoughts. I’ve been considering the same possibility.]

It was the Blood Demon.
No one knew which Lord Han Yu-sung had contracted with, and everyone was curious about it.
Perhaps he hadn’t contracted with a Lord at all.

[Hmm, the probability seems quite high. No word has emerged about which Lord he contracted with, hasn’t it? That’s not it. Rather….]
[That human is deliberately concealing his Lord. During the battle just now, it seemed he barely drew upon any power related to his Lord.]
[He’s joined The Wanderer’s faction.]

The Wanderer doesn’t necessarily avoid contracts.
However, the form and structure differ from those of the Lords.
Rather than commanding multitudes like the Lords do, it’s more accurate to call it a ‘contract’ based on an elite minority approach.
Because of this, each of the ‘contractors’ was extraordinarily powerful.
With fewer numbers, they could concentrate resources on each individual contractor.
That’s also why contractors were selected with such meticulous care.
As I considered this, the puzzle pieces began to fall into place.

[The techniques they use are quite related to blood, aren’t they?]
[The Blood Demon might have sponsored them. The possibility is quite high.]
[Their combat style is just like the Blood Demon’s too? The way they fight recklessly without restraint suggests it.]
[Hmm. Still… well then, what about the Tower of Blood Demon….]

There were some contradictions.
But they possessed enough persuasive power to gloss over those inconsistencies.
Or perhaps they simply didn’t want to dwell on the contradictions.
The Lords continued their discussion and soon reached a conclusion.

[It’s the Blood Demon.]
[No matter how I think about it, it has to be the Blood Demon.]
[He contracted with The Wanderer, so he kept it hidden. That makes sense!]

The Lords had reached their conclusion.
Han Yu-sung had contracted with the Blood Demon!
That explained his overwhelming strength.
The Lords in the spectator stands became convinced of this, and as they departed while discussing it, their story would soon spread through the oath-bearers.

[…Have the Lords collectively lost their minds?]

Soon, the spectator stands emptied of everyone.
The Lord of Training, left alone, muttered in bewilderment.
It was a tone unlike his usual hearty laughter.
The current situation had simply caught him off guard.

[The Blood Demon, no, well! There is room for misunderstanding, certainly. But… there’s no need to correct the misunderstanding, no reason for me to do so, is there?]

The Lord of Training fell into contemplation.
Would problems arise if the misunderstanding spread that Han Yu-sung had made a contract with the Blood Demon?
Not necessarily. Considering that Han Yu-sung was attempting to conceal the Lord he had contracted with, there was actually room for this to benefit him in a certain sense.
A smile blossomed at the corners of his mouth as he reached this conclusion.

[Gahahaha! Then it’s best to simply let it be!]

After all, since Han Yu-sung was not his own contractor, there was no obligation to concern himself with the matter.
More than anything, he felt certain that this would prove far more entertaining.

[I’m genuinely curious to see how this unfolds!]

The Lord of Training erupted in hearty laughter as he departed from the spectator stands.

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