The Terminally Ill Young Master is the Mad Dog of the Underworld-Chapter 273

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Chapter 273: This Is Not a War

The demonic technique unleashed by Gelberich greedily drank in the blood of the wounded soldiers.

“G-ggaaahhk...!”

“My head... I can’t think straight...”

“Hang on! If you fall asleep, you’re dead!”

And even—

“W-what?! We weren’t even injured, were we?!”

“Aaaaagh!!”

“Kihihihihih! You’re all gonna die!”

“Mother...!”

As the blood mana intensified, more and more soldiers dropped, unable to withstand it.

Some began showing signs of hallucination or full-blown madness.

“This is brutal.”

At this rate, even martial artists of the 3rd or 4th Tier maybe even higher might fall to it.

‘He's scorching the entire battlefield on his own.’

A one man army, quite literally.

‘What kind of insane demonic technique even is this?’

The Enforcer of the Dark King.

...Possibly someone who could assassinate even a 7th Tier master.

Someone who had transcended the boundaries of martial hierarchy.

‘It’s like everyone on this battlefield is being held hostage by that bastard.’

The marquis' troops may be enemies, but those who surrendered or were wounded didn’t need to be slaughtered.

But this guy was different.

He was the kind of villain who wouldn’t blink an eye even if he had to massacre everyone here.

‘Even his own allies.’

I had to think. What should I do?

‘The real pain in the ass is those Black Society enforcer units attacking us from behind the blood mist.’

Those bastards probably had some way to resist the Blood Forest Abyss Art.

Otherwise, there’s no way they could freely attack us by slipping through that mist.

If their resistance came from mastering some special martial art, then we’d be screwed but if not?

‘It’s a hypothesis worth testing.’

Nodding to myself, I activated two different ultimate arts with each hand.

Celestial Chain Breaker.

Lonely Wave Yearning Moon.

Bababababababang!

Two wide-area techniques shot out from my palm and blade, storming toward Gelberich.

“What?!”

Gelberich was taken aback.

Not surprising.

Using two different martial arts simultaneously one with each hand usually carried the risk of going mad due to mana backlash.

But thanks to my deep training in the second stage of the Ink Soul Sacred Shadow Technique, I had grown used to handling multiple forces at once.

“You’ve got quite the tricks up your sleeve, Allenvert!”

From a pool of blood that had formed on the battlefield, spider-like legs and wings erupted and wrapped around Gelberich to block the incoming strikes.

KWHAAAANG!

The resulting shockwave tore through the thick blood mist that had blanketed the battlefield.

And that was exactly what I was aiming for.

‘There!’

I spotted one of the Black Society enforcers, exposed now that his cover of mist was gone.

“Damn it!”

Panicking, the man in black slashed his sword toward me.

Shhhk!

I deflected the wild strike and closed the gap instantly.

BAAAAM!

I used the Flowing Cloud Thunder Fist to slam him into the ground.

“Gguhk!”

As he let out a deflated wheeze and passed out, I pried open his mouth.

“There it is.”

A small Blood Poison Antidote Pill was tucked inside.

“Knew it. Jeffrey!”

“Yes, my lord!”

I tossed the pill to Jeffrey, who had been nearby.

“They’ve all got antidotes hidden in their mouths. Secure them and feed them to the wounded!”

Jeffrey’s eyes widened as he answered.

“Understood! But, my lord, what about you?”

I pointed to Gelberich.

“I’m going to kill that deranged demon bastard.”

“You’re going to kill me? Me?”

The relaxed Gelberich, who had been watching me with amusement, now drew his blood-colored sword.

“You’re surprisingly sharp. Allenvert, why are you so damn familiar with the battlefield?”

I didn’t answer.

He opened his mouth again, this time trying to provoke me.

“Ha ha ha. Georg, that son of a bitch who should’ve been gutted, apparently thinks the world of you?”

This motherfucker... You really don’t know who you’re talking to, do you? As if I’d be shaken by something that petty.

“Hearing someone else say how close I am with my father makes me feel warm inside.”

My flat reaction seemed to drain the fun out of him, and Gelberich raised his hand like he was bored.

“Then die.”

Blood flames erupted from his body and shattered into countless blades.

Bloodfire Ten Thousand Calamities.

FWWWWWOOOOOOOSH!

As I clenched my jaw, I stared at the countless crimson blades that would tear apart anything they touched.

‘Blades forged from human blood, now turning against humans again... Just how vicious were the ancient demonic arts?’

To stop this evil power that passed down from villains long dead from harming any more people, I summoned all the power I could muster.

Profound Radiant Heaven Rend.

The explosive collision between the Dark Soul Mana and Dark Soul Mana shot straight toward Gelberich.

KWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!

A blinding eruption of darkness, light, and blood-red qi swept across the battlefield.

***

In a space where no one dared intervene, it was just the two of us, trading blows in our own private battlefield.

“Die, Allenvert!”

Each move Gelberich made with Blood Forest Abyss Art was on the level of a finishing move.

In response, I kept things simple.

‘I’ll cut it.’

The Ink Soul Sacred Shadow Technique was a supreme internal technique.

By compressing the force of a 7th Tier martial artist into each blade strike, I could cut through any of Gelberich’s attacks.

Slice, dodge, and redirect absorbed mana with dark mana to deflect even the unpredictable moves.

“What the hell did you do?! Did that old mage Geninghen give you some artifact that absorbs mana?!”

I didn’t bother correcting his misconception and kept pushing forward.

KRAK-KRAK-KRAK!

SSSHHIIIIING!

No matter the shape or form of the incoming attacks—I just cut. And cut. And cut again.

‘In the end…’

A martial artist’s battle should be decided by the sword.

I thought of the days I’d spent training with Ulbhild and Rudgarda.

‘…And Leszek.’

That man, like a spirit of the sword itself.

Someone who stood closest to the impossible 9th Tier.

Sword Orb, Sword Aura, Sword Control, Mind Sword.

I couldn’t imitate any of them yet.

But if I had to name the realm I stood closest to, it would be.

Sword Aura.

The realm of slashing everything down.

‘Cut it all down.’

SLASH!

A flying sword strike sliced Gelberich’s shoulder, and he howled in fury.

“You fucking brat!!”

Even with thick spider legs and wings layered for defense, his demonic technique couldn’t stop my blade.

“Quit hiding behind cheap tricks and fight me with your sword.”

I spoke.

“What, are you scared?”

“Shut your mouth!”

He drew back the spider legs and wings he’d been wildly deploying and channeled them into a single sword.

“Let’s see if you can cut through this.”

I nodded.

“Yeah. That one... doesn’t look so easy.”

I calmly faced Gelberich’s blood blade, which now emanated a deadly aura.

We clashed,feinting, slashing, thrusting, dodging,fast, heavy, flowing at angles, again and again.

And then I realized.

‘This guy... He hasn’t reached any true sword realm at all.’

I realized that fighting this demonic swordsman wasn’t all that difficult.

‘He’s not particularly stronger than Schelde or Huten.’

In other words.

“You’ve hit the limit of someone whose strength relies solely on demonic arts.”

His level of martial mastery hadn’t developed evenly.

Just like how I used to be until not too long ago.

“Shut up!”

Having his weak spot exposed, Gelberich’s attacks became even more aggressive.

But ironically, that only made them easier to handle.

‘You’ve probably been an enforcer of the Underworld for a long, long time.’

My eyes don’t lie.

This man is much older than he appears.

‘Maybe you used to be a cut above Ivan, but in the 17 years that passed.’

Ivan, who devoted himself to the sword, broke through the wall of the 8th tier.

But this man, once overwhelmingly powerful, likely never came close to reaching that level.

‘Demonic arts, by nature, offer rapid growth at the cost of madness and internal collapse.’

Which meant Gelberich was clearly still suffering from that very flaw.

There was none of the natural pressure or presence you’d expect from a true 7th tier master in his gaze.

‘That being the case—’

He wasn’t a swordsman anymore.

Just a beast or a wraith intoxicated with the demonic arts, swinging them wildly.

“Ha.”

I laughed as I saw through the depths of Gelberich’s ability.

To me now, he was no longer an incomprehensible demon, but just another pathetic fool who had cast away his humanity and relied on cheap tricks and wore a suit that didn’t fit.

‘How do you deal with someone who holds power that exceeds their class?’

……You go for their fragile openings and tear them down.

I split the Ink Soul Sacred Shadow Technique into two streams.

Crackle!

In my left hand, I gathered Dark Soul Mana fused with Dark Mana.

In the right, I added the power of Brilliant Spirit Mana with the mana from the Seven Stars of the Black Sea Technique.

This was the peak form of combat strength I could currently produce.

‘Combining two contrasting manas to produce explosive power… that's only a halfway understanding of the Ink Soul Sacred Shadow Technique.’

I used the two opposing forces separately.

One for defense, one for offense.

The Dark Soul Mana infused with Dark Mana sucked in Gelberich’s blood mana, defending and absorbing at the same time.

Occasionally, I would reverse the flow and strike, and the fists and palms imbued with power broke through into Gelberich’s body.

“Kh!”

Each time that happened, Gelberich's expression turned more frustrated—

Splurt!

The radiance of the Brilliant Spirit Mana, now reinforced by the Seven Stars of the Black Sea Technique, couldn’t be blocked even by the overwhelming sword energies of the Blood Forest Abyss Art.

“You alright? You’re fighting even worse than earlier.”

By injecting opposing forces into him during the fight, Gelberich’s internal mana flows began to spiral out of control.

Especially the Dark Soul Mana mixed into the Dark Mana.

It was obviously choking up his blood vessels.

‘Bet that hurts like a bitch.’

I know.

I’ve lived with a terminal condition.

It must feel like being stabbed by needles all throughout your bloodstream.

“Allenvert! Why the hell do you know our martial arts? When the fuck did Venion resort to this kind of thievery?!”

He started losing himself in delusion and nonsense, so I responded.

“You dumb bastard. If we’re talking about origins, I’m the original and you’re the damn knockoffs.”

“What? What kind of bullshit—”

It’s the truth.

The demonic arts used by Schelde were originally stolen from Eldarkion Eisenach, the ancestor who first awakened Dark Mana.

“Goddamn it! The Ink Soul Sacred Shadow Technique were this powerful of a divine technique?”

“How pitiful. You mastered demonic arts that don’t even suit you, and now you’re envious of someone else’s martial arts?”

Slash!

A compressed strike of Brilliant Spirit Mana sliced deeply across Gelberich’s face.

“Damn. Just a little higher and you’d be half-blind.”

“Kuh, kuhuhuh.”

Gelberich laughed. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Glorp! Squelch!

His wounds knit themselves back together, and I recoiled in disgust.

“What the hell is that? Ugh, that’s disgusting.”

“Shut up. Do you still not understand that it’s meaningless no matter how many times you cut me?”

Of course I knew.

The blood he absorbed regenerated his wounds and replenished his stamina and mana.

‘So the more blood spilled on this battlefield, the stronger this bastard becomes.’

“You suck up everyone else’s blood with such enthusiasm, but you can’t even stand the sight of your own?”

I jeered.

“Without your demonic arts, what even are you? You don’t even have the balls to risk getting hurt in a fight.”

I raised my blade, glowing with the light of Brilliant Spirit Mana, and pointed it at Gelberich.

“You, an enforcer? Don’t make me laugh. You’re just a butcher. A slaughtering maniac. A fucking demon.”

“Khhuhuhu!”

Did he even understand what I said? Gelberich let out a deranged chuckle, like someone who’d completely lost it.

“Then let me show you… true demonic arts.”

His eyes were now so bloodshot that no white remained in them.

“Blood Forest.”

The blood-red mist thickened into massive tree trunks, turning the battlefield into a forest maze.

“Aaaagh!”

“Guaaagh!”

From the ground, crimson tendrils erupted, stabbing and wrapping around unlucky soldiers, sucking the blood directly from their bodies.

“Khaha! Die, all of you!”

The demon, now devoid of reason, bellowed.

***

“…This is horrific.”

Kailan looked down at the city, thrown into chaos by the aftershocks of the demonic art unleashed by Gelberich, and sighed heavily with a grief-stricken face.

“Is he planning to kill everyone? Our troops, and even innocent civilians?”

He already knew the Dark King was behind all this.

But he hadn’t imagined there would be such a terrifying demonic art lying in wait, ready to be unleashed the moment the Marquis was defeated.

“…This isn’t war anymore.”

It felt like facing a demon straight out of a nightmare legend. In short, the war no longer mattered.

“All units—evacuate the civilians first!”

The officers hesitated at Kailan’s order.

“Huh?”

“But that—”

“That’s an order. I’ll take full responsibility.”

“Y-Young master!”

As an old retainer called out to him, Kailan replied in a low voice,

“They are still my people. And a lord must protect his people.”

“Ah…”

“The Marquis’s army has already been routed. What matters now is minimizing the damage from this catastrophe.”

“…You speak the truth.”

The aged retainer was quietly moved.

‘Do you see this, my predecessors? The young master has already become a man worthy of inheriting the will of our great ancestors.’

Wiping away tears, the old man raised a formal military salute.

“I receive your command.”

“I’m counting on you.”

After sending his retainers off with urgency, Kailan turned his gaze toward Allenvert.

‘Sir… please, win.’

Right now, all hope rested on that one man.

[Translator - Pot ]

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