Martial Arts Returnee’s Game Broadcast

Chapter 202

1.

[Story mode]

The King of the Abyss collapsed.
The amount of blood flowing from the gaping chest seemed insufficient for survival.

[The tyrant said.]
[My legs were lacking in strength.]
[What do you think?]
[What was it that I lacked, leading to this situation?]

Was it this curiosity that kept him from dying, clinging to life with tenacity until the very end?

?Interaction Choice?
[When the King of the Abyss asks why he lost, you...]

1. Still lacked strength in your legs.
2. Your body. Everything was lacking.
3. Your body was perfect. It was just your technique that was lacking.
4. Treating the weak as mere tools and despising them was the cause of your defeat.
5. (You decapitate the King of the Abyss.)

There’s no reason to answer him honestly.
However, the King of the Abyss’s immense strength hints at the years he must have spent becoming a martial artist.
Surely, he spent countless years, all to grow stronger.
Even if the means were dirty,
It was still one of the paths to becoming a master.

[? 2. Your body. Everything was lacking.]

Thus, it can be stated clearly.
Your technique was lacking, and the absence of allies made the difference,
But the more fundamental cause lies elsewhere.
If you had given up on technique, allies, and subordinates,
You should have focused on strengthening your body.
He failed to do so.
Enthralled by the vast power of the dark dimension,
He fell into the trap of ruling alone, obsessed with the ease it provided.

[Hah, haha. Everything? Even the tyrant said it was just my legs that were lacking.]
[Aah. I see. Lacking is a relative concept.]
[Was nothing ever enough for you, according to your standards?]

Although this wasn’t the answer he hoped for, the only thing a loser can do is accept it.

[How laughable. The arrogance of not looking back at yourself. Doesn’t it sound like you’re claiming you can become much stronger than you are now?]
[For some reason, I feel like it’s possible with you… that’s what makes me even more afraid...]

Though on the verge of death, his words grew longer, making it hard to listen any longer.
Ha Eung Eung decided she would cut off his head as soon as the next choice appeared.

[Therefore, I will not allow you any further.]

But something was off, the atmosphere was unusual.

[Embracing the strength of the strong and growing stronger is the privilege of the weak.]

The King of the Abyss, dying,
He was still holding onto life, as if the blood loss had stopped, but that wasn’t the case.

“Watch out! Judging by the constant pulse of the blood vessels, he might have a second heart!”

The cry from the servant.
Before it could even finish, a blood-red form, mixing dark dimensional power and blood, rose from the King of the Abyss’s body.

<Second Heart> <Blood Memory> <Designated Target - King of the Abyss>

The ability to read blood memory and mimic action patterns.
He had made his own target—himself!

[I’ve learned that you cannot win without risking everything.]
[If you take one step back to preserve your life, you will remain a loser forever.]
[Then, now is the time to risk everything.]

A decision of life and death.

[Warning. Warning.]
[The difficulty level is now at maximum.]
[Entering Hidden Phase.]

<King of the Abyss> <Phase 3 - Self-Replication> <Pulsing Second Heart> <Hidden Phase - Blood Fury>

[The King of the Abyss’s replica mimics the effects of the dark shield and dark sword using vast amounts of blood.]

Blood floods the entire cavern,
The remnants of the King of the Abyss’s blood.
Every bit of blood he had saved to aid him formed a suit of armor and a sword.

[First, let’s reduce the numbers.]
[Though it’s not visible, I can distinctly feel it—the one with the richest blood!]

[Heeek!]

Dutta lets out a bird-like scream.
The Bloody Spawn, a blood-formed sword of the King of the Abyss, ruthlessly tore through flesh.

[Kack!]

A servant falls in place of Dutta.

[Servant! Why did you...?!]
[Even someone like me wanted to do something...]
[Servant! Open your eyes!]

A pitiful half-beast, known only as “Servant,” whose name no one knew, sacrificed himself for Dutta’s survival.

[That’s it. The remnants of the King of the Abyss.]
[How pitiful. Even until the very end!]

His subordinates vowed revenge.

[You want to avenge the servant... then give me the True Blood...]
[Eh, we weren’t that close! We just chatted a bit and got along, a cowardly colleague, nothing more!]
[.......]

Dutta’s resolute declaration, in a tone so straightforward that even Boogeyman, who was seeking an opportunity, felt awkward!

[Still, we can’t let everyone’s crisis go unresolved! I’ll take revenge with this True Blood!]

Boogeyman grabbed the blood ampoule from the closet.
The closet rattled and shook violently as cracking sounds echoed.

• Something... something’s happening...
• What’s going on in there?
• Calling him a servant is so sad ??
• The King of the Abyss resurrected like a dog, but Boogeyman looks more like the boss now, I’m stunned
• For real, lol
• What is going on
• Baby Archer, welcome
• I really didn’t expect this lol
• I guess even Baby Archer watches streams now lol

Boogeyman, who had always been just a hand, astonishingly stretched his upper body, now covered in ominous darkness, out of the wardrobe.

[Having obtained valuable blood, I must repay the blood debt.]
[That bloodstain is mine to deal with.]

Boogeyman’s awakening.
The division of the strong.
At the same time, the story mode ended.

[Player mode]

The King of the Abyss hunt.
The beginning of the third phase.

2.  

<Hidden Boss - Remnant of the King of the Abyss>

From the hidden pattern of the hidden boss, a double hidden boss is born.
The remnants of the King of the Abyss, with no origins or ancestry, are crumpled and folded in real-time by Boogeyman’s hands.
The Knight and the Right-Hand of Mighty Strength stood stunned.

“Is the power of True Blood this immense?”
“It’s not just the blood’s power. The closet monster’s original power was enough to achieve this strength.”

The remnants of the blood were strong.
It couldn’t be weak, as it was a replica of the King of the Abyss himself.
Moreover, he had immense blood, supplied by a second heart that replaced the dark shield.
Strength that had only replaced energy with blood.
Boogeyman fought it alone without assistance, and was even overwhelming it.

“Don’t think you’re the only one who’s saved your strength. The power I’ve saved isn’t for today, but even a humble half-beast like me must pay the price for extending my hand.”

Boogeyman didn’t hide his strength.
His terrifying power made the fragment die.
Meanwhile, Ha Eung Eung faced the real King of the Abyss.

‘The will has changed.’

Though the King of the Abyss was surprised by Boogeyman’s great exploits, he seriously gripped his dark sword.

[The dark cloak that enveloped my body and my leadership over the remnants are all gone.]
[Though I cannot replicate your profound technique of manipulating energy with that mysterious reasoning, if I disregard my life, I can at least imitate a similar form.]
[One minute.]
[If I don’t defeat you in this minute, I’ll be defeated.]
[But if I do defeat you.]
[I will open my eyes to a new power, and defeat the monster who took the True Blood along with the fragments.]

A decision without looking back.
This was not the way of the greatest loser.
Therefore, in this moment,
The King of the Abyss ceased to be the greatest loser.
A will to win, risking everything.
The immense resolve.
Instead of turning his dark energy outward,
His body began to strengthen to its limits.

Crack.

Excessive concentration of power caused cracks in his skin.
This self-destructive technique would inevitably lead to his natural death if he endured for even a minute.
This was a fighting style completely opposite to the King of the Abyss, who had grown by devouring the remnants of the losers.
Ha Eung Eung understood.
This was the fighting style he had imitated.
A gamble to catch up with the inner power technique.
That’s why he was strong now.

<King of the Abyss> <Self-Destruction Rampage>

Ha Eung Eung felt awe.
A demon, who had spent long years building strength, abandoned everything, walking a path from a completely different martial art.
When considering that this was a duel chosen in place of retreat at the final moment of life and death,
The weight of his resolve,
The weight of his determination,
Was greater than anyone standing here.

‘There’s no need to wait until 60 seconds. I’ll meet you with a strike that neither of us will regret.’

The King of the Abyss, having lost considerable energy after a series of battles,
Now could be faced with martial arts.
Ha Eung Eung, raising her energy,
The King of the Abyss sensed it, and gathered all his power, compressing it into his body.
Flesh could burst, nerves could vanish—
As long as the muscles and bones required for the strike could hold out.

The King of the Abyss’s obsession surpassed its limits.
The immense heat made the air distort and exploded.

<King of the Abyss> <Narak-Style Dark Martial Arts> <One Mind One Path>

It was martial arts.

That strike was the essence of the King of the Abyss’s life.

‘This is it. This is the true strength I’ve always sought, the strength I’ve always wanted to reach.’

The King of the Abyss realized,
That only after letting everything go and preparing for death, did he finally reach the level he had always sought.
At the same time, he realized.

<Elite Martial Art> <Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique - Final Five Moves> <All-Heavens Overwhelm>

The Final Five Moves, the pinnacle of miniature-style combat,
A strike so overwhelming that it hammered through the air, flooding with waves of military might.
Against that power, his raw strength could not win.
Yet, he could not avoid it.
No, he didn’t want to.
Even if a technique capable of destroying a world was aimed at an individual,
It was an expression of respect for him.
It showed how threatening he was.
The strike was a demonstration that his resolve and decision were not wrong.
The King of the Abyss could not fathom the loser’s mindset of evading this strike.

Now, he was one mind,
One path.

The light flashed,
The tunnel erupted vertically,

Thud.

From the falling wreckage,
The noise followed much later.

‘Are you satisfied?’

Ha Eung Eung asked, as though her face spoke.
Though she couldn’t tell if her heart reached him,
The King of the Abyss’s true feelings were certainly understood.

Snap.

From the cuffs to the shoulders,
The Silent Swordsman’s sleeve tore off,
A rough scar was etched across her arm.

[Satisfied.]

Though it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t meaningless.
It was the achievement she could never have made while fighting like a coward.
Having confirmed this, she felt a sense of relief, however subtle.
With that,
The real form of the King of the Abyss, who had barely maintained any shape, disintegrated into dust.

[Hidden Raid Boss King of the Abyss Defeated]
[Hidden Raid Boss King of the Abyss’s Replica Defeated]