Chapter 354
Chapter 354
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 354
Chapter Title: Land of Sorcery vs Land of Martial Harmony (4)
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“What’s that power?”
Carlton’s expression shifted at Rokan’s sudden change.
He could sense the completely different power emanating from Rokan. And perhaps something even more than that.
But there was no time for idle chit-chat.
Even if he assumed it was temporary, Rokan’s power had grown to rival his own in strength.
Standing still would mean getting crushed. That unease drove him into action.
“Full-Body Assault! Blink!”
“Blood Demon Descent.”
BOOM!
Rokan crossed through space in an instant, flying straight at him.
But he couldn’t smash the bastard’s chest and burst his heart as intended. A powerful protective ability had blocked the charge.
“...!”
It was truly shocking. The bastard hadn’t dodged—it had taken the hit head-on.
The moment he realized his failure, Rokan quickly retreated and reset his stance. His eyes caught the red membrane swirling around Carlton.
“Keh heh, first time seeing it, huh? This is Blood Demon Aura!”
BANG!
The red energy enveloping the bastard soon exploded, shattering into fragments that hurtled toward Rokan.
“Damn it. Aura Barrage!”
Their flight paths were freeform—maybe they even had tracking.
Rokan had no choice but to meet them head-on instead of dodging.
He also wanted to test the extent of the bastard’s power firsthand.
BANG! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dozens of condensed mana orbs collided in midair and detonated.
The red aura scattered like blood, raining down upon the world.
Fortunately, their power was evenly matched.
Confirming that, Rokan gritted his teeth and charged again.
He poured more strength into his Battle Axe to shatter the bastard who’d started using bizarre techniques.
[You have been exposed to Blood Demon Aura.]
[Blood Slaughter effect increases your combat power.]
“...?”
Then, something unexpected happened.
As he brushed past the remnants of the offset Blood Demon Aura, it began absorbing into Rokan thanks to Blood Slaughter.
Blood Demon Aura was originally forged from the blood of countless slain people. It bore a striking resemblance to the power of Rokan, a berserker at his peak.
And Rokan held a slight, ever-so-slight edge.
[Blood Slaughter effect increases your combat power.]
[Blood Slaughter effect increases your combat power.]
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The more they clashed, the harder they struck—the more power he absorbed.
Rokan was a natural counter to Carlton’s Blood Demon Aura.
“You bastard...!”
Carlton finally noticed, his once-relaxed expression cracking. He could feel Rokan growing stronger with every clash.
His wrists began to ache, and a dull pain throbbed in his gut.
“Graaah!”
BANG!
Biting his lip hard, Carlton unleashed a burst of power in an instant, shaking Rokan off. He withdrew the red aura he’d been emitting, closed his eyes briefly, then snapped them open.
“...Huh?”
His aura changed. Not just the atmosphere, but the energy he exuded flipped 180 degrees, like a different person entirely.
It even carried a faintly sacred vibe.
“Divine Monk Descent.”
A repulsive energy flowed from him as he half-opened his closed eyes.
If Blood Demon Aura resembled the power of a natural slaughterer like Rokan, this felt akin to a priest’s.
“What bullshit is this?!”
But he couldn’t afford to flinch. Time wasn’t on his side.
As Rokan charged with his Battle Axe gripped awkwardly, Carlton calmly extended his open palm.
“Great Power Adamant Palm.”
“Gah!”
There was no shout or wind-up. Yet Rokan felt an immense pressure in that moment.
It wasn’t striking his flesh—it felt like his soul, or the karma he carried, was being pummeled.
His mind grew hazy, his charge faltering.
Crunch!
“What kinda crap is this?!”
But he snapped out of it quickly.
A parade of his past prey flashed before his eyes like a life review, but so what? If that shook him, he never could’ve slain tens of thousands, let alone hundreds of thousands of monsters.
[Title: Slayer of Ten Thousand has no effect on you.]
Plus, his Slayer of Ten Thousand title kicked in.
It wasn’t a direct mental attack, so Unyielding Will didn’t trigger—Slayer of Ten Thousand did instead.
Lesser men might’ve wavered, but Rokan was different.
A war hero, an emperor, the absolute ruler of the earth.
His achievements were such that even in the heavens, none dared challenge him lightly.
He shattered the bastard’s trick in one breath and steadied his stance.
“Hundred Steps Divine Fist!”
Pew-pew-pew-BANG!
Powerful strikes rained down on Rokan’s charging body one after another, but he ignored them. The drop in his health was something he welcomed.
[Title: Unyielding Will effect increases all stats by 100%.]
His abilities amplified in an instant, and he hurtled toward the bastard with overwhelming momentum.
The accumulated damage converted into raw impact.
“Urk, Thus Come Divine Palm!”
Carlton’s palm and fist techniques unleashed tremendous power.
But they lacked sharpness. One hit couldn’t explode Rokan’s head or shatter his heart.
That’s why Rokan could ignore them. He could endure.
Trusting his immortality, he closed in and returned the favor with a devastating blow.
“Subjugate.”
Clank-rattle-clank.
Before Rokan even reached him, chains unfurled from the Battle Axe, lunging ahead.
The chains that had even sealed ‘Corruption’ now moved to bind and neutralize the bastard.
“Adamant Immovable Body Technique!”
Tap-tap-tap.
The bastard’s feet slid back rapidly, creating afterimages in his swift retreat.
Only then did Rokan truly realize.
‘He’s a wuxia glowstick.’
The bastard was using so-called martial arts.
For some reason, Blood Demon, Divine Monk—these were summoning figures from the martial world, wielding their techniques against him.
A form of possession?
‘No, slightly different...’
True possession would swap souls, but Carlton retained his sanity while manifesting their powers.
Fortunately, the summoned ones’ arts matched up decently against him, but martial arts as a new category were tricky as hell.
Even now, the chains chased him like a snake but couldn’t connect.
Rokan’s eyes gleamed as he lent an arm.
He unleashed immense power toward the wildly dodging Carlton.
“Mad Slaughter!”
He wanted to end it with Ultra Extremity in one go, but against such mobility, a miss would leave him wide open. No matter how powerful, if it whiffed, it was useless.
Plus, Ultra Extremity sealed all skills afterward—no cooldown-free miracle.
So he shredded the bastard with his next-best ultimate.
If this bound him, then...!
“For a mere human, impressive. To force even this out of me... Heavenly Demon Descent!”
KABOOM rumble-rumble-BOOM!
Carlton’s aura shifted once more. This time, he’d dragged out the Heavenly Demon.
The absolute being from typical wuxia tales, strong enough to face the world alone.
As the so-called Heavenly Demon Divine Art manifested, Rokan was the one getting repelled.
“Grr, you concept whore!”
But only for a moment.
Rokan bellowed in rage and charged again. Heavenly Demon or whatever, time was running out.
Win or lose, he had to end it.
“Heavenly Demon Physique.”
Meanwhile, the bastard seamlessly mixed skills and martial arts.
He reshaped his body for the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, scattering demonic qi everywhere—opposite the energy from the Divine Monk descent.
Indescribable, immense energy and malice surged toward him.
“Asura Heaven-Destroying Palm!”
“Ultra Extremity!”
Did he trust the Heavenly Demon’s power? The bastard made a poor choice.
He’d clashed head-on with Rokan.
Demonic qi in the shape of an asura erupted from Carlton’s hand.
Just the aura alone was potent and evil enough to suffocate the weak, blanketing the world.
It was demonic qi, yet distinct from demons’.
But Rokan trusted his own power.
He drew up his destructive force—not holy, not demonic—and unleashed it fully.
Ruuuumble-BOOOOOM.
“Urk!”
A clash of powers.
In that instant, Carlton’s eyes widened in shock as he confidently unleashed his energy.
A mere transcendent below level 450. The power of one without divinity?
Unbelievable—his expression matched the reality. Amid the colliding forces, Rokan’s Ultra Extremity seized the advantage.
Carlton’s body was gradually pushed back.
Trying to flee? No, he couldn’t. Easing up even slightly would let Ultra Extremity devour him.
But Rokan had no room to care. An all-out strike. Letting up here meant game over.
He squeezed out every ounce to push and finish the bastard in one go.
“...Murim.”
Gradually retreating, Carlton finally drew his final power.
Divinity. The special authority granted only to Majesty Masters.
Undefined, yet capable of becoming or creating anything—it opened.
Murim.
A world of martial artists unfolded, and mighty beings leaped out like guardian beasts. Some wielded familiar powers.
Blood Demon, Shaolin Divine Monk, Heavenly Demon.
And countless other powerhouses.
They began using their strength to aid Carlton, to defend their world.
“Damn it, is this Dragon Ball?!”
Roooaaar.
They poured out their inner energy.
Even clashing auras united under the banner of ‘world guardian.’
Rokan’s first taste of true divinity.
No matter Ultra Extremity’s transcendent destruction, it couldn’t handle a whole world.
The pushing force weakened, superiority flipping in an instant.
The power piercing Ultra Extremity slammed into Rokan’s body.
[You have died.]
“Damn it all!”
The result was death.
Rokan had failed to overcome Carlton’s final power.
He’d believed Ultra Extremity could fell any Majesty Master in a fair fight, yet it lost.
A pure power-vs-power matchup wouldn’t feel this bitter.
But falling to a gang-up from those Murim folk at the end? Infuriating.
A Majesty Master ganging up with that many!
Sure, summoning them was his skill, but Rokan couldn’t calm his rage.
Maybe his past life’s events resurfaced, but the key was: don’t lose twice.
Grinding his teeth, Rokan replayed the fight.
“Level 450 authority... I need to uncover its nature.”
One conclusion.
The special authority at level 450, called divinity. Until he knew its truth, even victory wouldn’t feel complete.
Best would be ascending to Majesty Master himself, but impossible now. Still far from 450.
Couldn’t just ask either. Gao Khan hadn’t spoken of his own divinity—maybe some restriction.
‘Still, I have to find out.’
No giving up.
Vowing to uncover it by any means, Rokan’s eyes gleamed coldly as an unknown system notification appeared before him.