The Demon God Returns as a Max Level Player – Chapter 106

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Wjin
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‘I miscalculated from the start.’

The information was insufficient, so he had underestimated Lee Seong-joon. But he didn’t think about defeat.

‘His attacks are not a major threat to me.’

In fact, he had taken numerous blows in the previous exchange, but none of them were fatal. Even if the poison didn’t work, if he continued the close-quarters combat and wore him down, he would eventually be victorious.

Of course, it wouldn’t be easy.

Lee Seong-joon was no ordinary human. He was skilled in combat, experienced, and wielded troublesome abilities like martial arts. But if he kept up the pressure, without giving him a chance to breathe, he would eventually reach his physical limit and collapse.

Thinking that, Razaka smiled with murderous intent and charged at Lee Seong-joon.

Whoosh—!

A frontal assault. It was an unremarkable move, but the power it contained was immense.

‘True Energy? No. This can’t be just True Energy.’

The black energy that was shimmering like a heat haze around Razaka’s body began to condense, taking the form of True Energy.

Up to this point, it could have been considered ordinary True Energy, but the problem was the immense amount of internal energy being emitted. It was as if he was unleashing all the overwhelming qi he had accumulated through predation at once.

It was a brute force that even Lee Seong-joon’s current power couldn’t easily handle.

Lee Seong-joon’s expression hardened at Razaka’s determined charge to engage in close-quarters combat.

“Such a ridiculously brute-force attack.”

He could take it if he had to. But there was no need to waste his stamina and engage in a foolish power struggle.

Whoosh—

Enveloping himself in wind, Lee Seong-joon unleashed Taeseon Sprint and tried to create distance from the charging Razaka. But Razaka, filled with determination, didn’t allow it.

“I won’t let you get away!”

The moment Razaka, who had concentrated the explosive True Energy in his legs, stomped the ground…

Boom—!

With a roar that seemed to shake the earth, Razaka’s body shot forward like a cannonball. Lee Seong-joon’s pupils flickered at the sight of Razaka closing the distance at such high speed.

“…Not bad.”

Taeseon Sprint was the ultimate technique of Pungnyeobo, used by Hyeok Cheon-man, the Wind Scarred Demon. In terms of speed alone, it was a martial art that could have been considered the best in the world.

In fact, no one on Earth had been able to keep up with Taeseon Sprint so far, right? But Razaka was keeping up with its speed.

‘If I hadn’t gone through metamorphosis, this would have been quite troublesome.’

Not only had his internal energy and efficiency increased, but his physical abilities had also improved. The range of martial arts he could use was much wider. Thanks to that, he could easily respond to Razaka’s unexpected movements.

Chuckle-

Lee Seong-joon smiled leisurely and enveloped his feet in red True Energy.

‘Blood Sea Dragon Step, Cloud Mist.’

A series of extremely fluid movements created a variety of changes, resembling a cloud in the sky.

‘No matter how fast you are, it’s meaningless if you can’t reach me.’

Just as the previously used Taeseon Sprint pursued only speed (快), the footwork techniques each had their own unique characteristics. And the Blood Sea Dragon Step, Cloud Mist, which he was now performing, pursued change (變), a movement that pursued the ultimate in change.

Every time Lee Seong-joon’s feet moved, afterimages decorated the air, creating a scene like a red mist covering the area. Of course, it wasn’t just a metaphor.

Whoosh—!

He thought he had caught him, but it scattered like a mirage, teasing Razaka’s vision.

“What…!?”

Razaka, unable to hide his bewilderment, frantically swung his arms, but he still couldn’t catch Lee Seong-joon. At that moment, as Razaka was struggling, trapped in the red mist, Lee Seong-joon’s form changed once again.

‘Blood Sea Dragon Step, Transformation, Cloud Mist Blood Strike.’

The illusions, which he had thought were just mirages, began to charge at Razaka. The Lee Seong-joon’s that were now shooting forward were no longer illusions.

Through the Cloud Mist Blood Strike, they had become fists and feet, a kind of weapon. However, since its foundation was a footwork that pursued change, its destructive power was far less than other martial arts.

But if you asked if its power was weak, you could immediately shake your head. The Cloud Mist Blood Strike, as its name suggested, spread Lee Seong-joon’s internal energy in all directions, creating dozens of real entities and pressuring Razaka.

Although Razaka swung his arms in a desperate struggle, he couldn’t block the attacks coming from all directions.

Papababak—!

Razaka, who was being pummeled by the Cloud Mist Blood Strike, trembled and let out a short groan.

“Ugh—!”

The immediate impact was also not to be ignored. But what was most annoying was that he couldn’t continue the close-quarters combat he had planned. It meant that the plan he had painstakingly made had gone up in smoke.

It was a very difficult situation for Razaka, but the problem he was facing now was just the tip of the iceberg.

Flicker—

A small flame appeared in the air, and Choi Chang-woo’s voice flowed out from a palm-sized paper doll.

-As ordered, all nearby hunters have been evacuated to a safe area.

Razaka, who had finally checked his surroundings, frowned. Not only Song Seung-jun, who had been his prey, but also the hunters who should have been scattered on the ground were nowhere to be seen.

His attention had been so focused on the battle with Lee Seong-joon that he hadn’t noticed the hunters disappearing one by one. This meant that Lee Seong-joon, who he had thought was engaged in a fierce exchange of blows, hadn’t been fighting seriously at all.

From the beginning, he had just been playing along to draw his, Razaka’s, attention.

Indeed, a refreshing smile appeared on Lee Seong-joon’s lips.

“I’m really not suited for a defensive fight.”

As the Blood Demon and Demon God, he couldn’t call himself a good person. But he wasn’t an evil person who would take the lives of hunters who had sacrificed themselves so lightly.

Therefore, every time he clashed with Razaka, he had to control his strength while being mindful of the fallen hunters around him. In other words, he no longer needed to control his strength. It meant he could go all out.

Ding—!

A golden aura swirled around Lee Seong-joon’s hardening expression, and he felt a massive amount of power welling up within him. Although it was a sudden change, this wasn’t the end of his power-up.

Hwaaak!

The moment the energy moved through his blood meridians, Lee Seong-joon’s black eyes turned a seductive red, and the air around him changed. The Blood Demon, the ruler of the Blood Cult who had conquered the Thousand Continents in the past, had descended.

“Let’s play for real.”

A cold smile appeared on Lee Seong-joon’s lips, and Razaka’s body began to tremble like a leaf.

“Wh-What, what in the…?”

Razaka, without realizing it, was chattering his sharp fangs, his voice filled with fear. It was only natural. The beastly, instinctive senses had seen through the facade of Lee Seong-joon that was hidden in the abyss.

The insignificant human body had suddenly become vast enough to cover the world, and the violent, fierce red light in his eyes was emitting an overwhelmingly powerful force that seemed to have no end.

It was like witnessing the Asura of hell with his own two eyes. Razaka’s two eyes, which had been filled with the pride of a king, were now filled only with fear and trembling.

“W-Weren’t you human… you… no, what… is your true identity…!”

I can’t win. I have to escape. I have to get away.

His instincts were constantly sending warning signals. But his body wouldn’t move. No, where could he even escape to? There was no place to escape from the power of the Asura that could shatter the world.

Thud—

The fear that filled his mind finally made Razaka snap the thread of his reason.

“Graaaagh—!”

Razaka, who had been reduced to a mere beast, charged at Lee Seong-joon with a fierce momentum, but it was just a futile struggle.

“To be consumed by fear… disappointing.”

Lee Seong-joon, with a cold expression, took a deep breath, condensed True Energy in both palms, and clashed them together. Then, he stretched it out like dough.

Woong—

With a resonating sound, the curtain of True Energy spread thin and wide, forming a single red rod. A weapon forged from the True Energy of the Blood Demon, the Asura. It already contained a considerable destructive power. But Lee Seong-joon’s actions didn’t end there.

‘Devour.’

The moment his will reached it, the red rod in his hand began to greedily suck up the energy in his body.

Rumble—!

With a low roar, the swallowed energy swirled around the red rod, changing and taking the complete form of a sword. At a glance, it was an unremarkable red sword. But within it was the power and essence of the Asura, hailed as the supreme Blood Demon and Demon God.

It was a martial art that could be said to be the best that Lee Seong-joon could currently perform. It was a power that a beast driven by instinct could never withstand.

‘Ten Thousand Blood Demon Realm – Fourth Form: Asura Soul-Slaying Sword.’

The martial art of the Blood Demon at full power. Among them, the sword of the Blood Demon that could even sever the soul was swung. Unlike the martial arts he had performed so far, it wasn’t accompanied by a loud explosion or roar.

But that didn’t mean there was no change or impact.

Slash—

With a chilling sound of cutting, a red crescent-shaped True Energy shot out, splitting the world. The nearby trees, concrete buildings, the towering mountain, and even the clouds hanging on the horizon. It didn’t matter what the target was or what form it had.

The red crescent, which had shot out in a straight line, cut and split everything it passed, and they lost their original form.

Of course, Razaka’s body, which had been at the center of the red crescent, couldn’t possibly be intact.

Thud.

Razaka’s body, split exactly in half, tumbled to the ground in a pathetic form.

Razaka, the king of werewolves and a being who held the power of predation, had been subjugated.

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