Chapter 135
Chapter 135
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 135
Chapter Title: Legends of the Sixth Day
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Five days had already passed.
On the day the Demonic Martial God Tournament entered its sixth day, the duels underwent their final shift.
Compared to the warriors who had stepped up in the early and middle stages, only truly elite experts were now ascending the stage—but their numbers had dwindled dramatically, as expected.
As a result, after each duel concluded, it took quite some time to find the next challenger or participant.
The tournament followed life-or-death rules, so no one dared challenge these powerhouses lightly.
"It feels like just about everyone worth watching has already come out."
"I was thinking the same."
"What a feast for the eyes. Where else in life will we see duels like these?"
"Couldn't agree more. The Cult Leader has truly granted us a rare opportunity."
Even so, the arena remained packed to the brim.
The spectators who had watched the duels so far were beyond satisfied.
A little waiting time?
No issue at all for witnessing battles of this caliber.
"It's only day six, and we're already running out of top experts."
"Can't be helped. Battles have raged nonstop for five days straight. I'm surprised it's lasted this long, honestly."
"Yeah, you could see it that way."
The cultist who had voiced concerns about the tournament's end while watching the duels soon nodded in agreement.
He glanced around at the demons seated throughout the stands.
"Wonder if there's anyone else worth seeing..."
The patriarchs of the Seven Great Demon Clans surely wouldn't step up.
Most other factions had already sent at least one representative to the stage, making further involvement unlikely.
And so, as doubts swirled about who might volunteer next—
An elderly man rose from the seat beside him.
Dressed in simple white robes, his long beard and snow-white hair betrayed his advanced age.
With hands clasped behind his back, he descended slowly to the arena.
Seok Mae, spotting him, cupped his fists in respect.
"Greetings, Senior."
The elder nodded, accepting the courtesy.
This was No Mun-gi, the former Commander of the Cult's Protectorate, once known as the Vigilant Demon Master, who had overseen its operations for fifty years.
He had once been hailed as the guardian of the law, capturing every criminal who fled into Shin-gang without fail.
But with age sapping his vitality, he had stepped down years ago. This was his first return to the Cult in ages.
Seok Mae eyed No Mun-gi with concern.
"Senior, are you sure you're up for this?"
"Appreciate the worry, but I'm fine."
Ku-gu-gu-gu!
Demonic energy erupted destructively around No Mun-gi's body as he continued.
"I have no intention of losing to some fresh-faced juniors just yet."
Seok Mae let out a wry chuckle at the sight.
Still this powerful, huh.
He didn't quite match his prime presence, but his aura remained formidable.
"Understood. Then, is there a challenger for the Vigilant Demon Master?"
The warriors fell deathly silent.
No Mun-gi was infamous for hunting fugitives across Shin-gang—most knew his prowess well.
"...Truly no one?"
Seok Mae called out to the crowd.
Was the weight of "Vigilant Demon Master" too much?
No challengers stirred.
But who could they blame?
His title and reputation carried devastating force.
It wasn't anyone's fault.
"I'll count to five. If no one steps up, I'm afraid Senior will have to step down."
Relaying this to No Mun-gi, Seok Mae turned to the stands and shouted.
"Five."
Toward a man bristling with three swords at his waist.
"Four."
Toward a youth with bandages wrapped around his fists.
"Three."
Toward a woman with a dagger tucked neatly at her hip.
"Two."
Toward an elder with a chilling gaze.
"...One."
Seok Mae scanned the warriors, but with no movement, he turned back to No Mun-gi in resignation.
And just as he opened his mouth to say it was time to withdraw—
Thud.
"...?"
Thud thud.
"What's that?"
Something tapped the shoulder of a man rising to leave.
He turned to see who it was—and found the man staring blankly at the arena.
'What?'
Following the gaze, he looked toward the stage with puzzled eyes.
And then.
"...!"
The moment he saw it, he froze like a statue, just like everyone around him.
A figure stood tall in the arena's center.
Deep eyes radiating a chilling presence that froze the entire venue.
It was Cheon Jungak, patriarch of the Seven Great Demon Clans' Cheon Clan.
The Iron Blood Demon Emperor.
Everyone who spotted him froze as if struck by frostbite.
They trembled, mouths sealed shut.
'Is this a dream... or reality?'
'A Demon Clan patriarch is stepping up?'
'Why...?'
The appearance of a Seven Great Demon Clans patriarch.
And from the largest among them—the Cheon Clan, excluding the Gu Clan—amplifying the shock.
But it didn't end there.
On the silent stage, Cheon Jungak stared at one person alone.
Spectators followed his gaze, as if beckoning someone down, and soon doubted their eyes.
"N-No way?"
The direction and target were unmistakable.
The sole occupant of the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult's throne.
The object of all demons' worship.
Cheon Jungak gazed at him and slowly spoke.
"I..."
Kwaaang!
But right then.
Someone crashed onto the stage with a thunderous whoosh.
Vast dust clouds billowed, obscuring the view.
As the dust settled, the crowd—and even Cheon Jungak turning his head—widened their eyes in shock.
"Whew, moving after so long makes my body feel all stiff."
A man on the stage rolled his shoulders, loosening his joints.
Torso bare, his massive muscles gleamed like a tiger's.
"Cheon Patriarch."
Man Ho, patriarch of the Man Clan.
He grinned, finishing his words.
"Let's have a go."
The arena erupted in collective astonishment.
Not a single exception—mouths agape.