Legend of Legends

After falling asleep on his bed, Sanghoon regained consciousness. He saw himself all bloodied, remembered the previous day and rushed to the bathroom to throw up.

It was as if he were vomiting his own stomach. After a while, he got up, looked at himself in the mirror and was really surprised. He was covered in blood and started washing himself like crazy.

He washed himself until his skin became all red, and then he washed himself again. Sanghoon called the delivery company and requested a vacation. The delivery company was full of people who wanted to work there despite the heavy workload.

Anyone who could drive could work for the company.

However, Sanghoon had a good reputation in the company and was able to take the vacation without being laid off. He got a week off. Then, he covered himself with a blanket and started shivering. He turned on the TV, and the news was filled with the things he had done.

He looked at the photos of the students on the screen and remembered everything.

"Shit."

He didn’t want to do it. He had been protecting himself, in self-defense. Those students had tried to kill him, and he had defended himself.

He reminds himself that it had been self-defense, but his body quivered like a skinny tree in the wind.

Sanghoon looked at the clothes he took off, walked carefully toward them and picked up the bloody dagger, ringleader and orchestrator of everything.

Sanghoon looked at it and clenched his teeth. It gave him joy, and it was not something you could experience by doing drugs.

He looked at it, threw it on the bed and covered himself with a blanket.

"I won’t ever use it again," he told himself, but within a day, he picked up it again.

He still had one rationalized thought left in his mind: He wanted to kill bad people.

He picked out the worms of society and, that day, he killed three gangsters.

He was filled with joy and had regained his rationality. He was able to find his way home to his bed, but he had committed three counts of murder.

Murder had been difficult the first day, but after the second day, he felt less guilty. His victims were criminals, and he told himself that, but every night he looked for new victims around Seoul.

He didn’t want to do it around his house. He looked for organized gangsters, and when he found them, he hunted them.

Sanghooon was hunting on Friday night, and he was bustling with joy.

There were many places where people were rarely seen, and many people were doing bad things, but that day, he spotted a female high school student.

As he saw her, his dagger spoke to him violently. He hesitated, but still stalked her. By that point, he had lost his mind.

He stalked the student who walked ahead of him and grabbed his dagger, feeling a fiery thirst coming from it.

That child was different. He would enjoy it more.

He was running after her like mad when a man jumped out in front of her. Sanghoon stopped and looked at the man.

He was facing off against two people, but nothing had changed. He wanted to quench his thirst.

Sanghoon’s eyes were filled with madness.

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Junhyuk looked at him and did not know he was the one responsible for the mummified bodies, but Junhyuk could see the madness. He had his hand in his pocket, so he had to have some type of weapon.

Junhyuk couldn’t summon his swords. He could only pull out a small sword from his jacket.

"Sarang, this is not a good place."

"OK."

Junhyuk slowly stepped back, and Sanghoon followed him. Junhyuk told Sarang:

"Don’t use your power. He needs to be arrested."

"OK."

She couldn’t use her powers in public, and Junhyuk didn’t intend to use his swords. He could summon his swords, but the CCTV cameras might catch him doing it.

Junhyuk and Sarang stepped back into an alley. It was a dead end.

Sanghoon followed them and opened his mouth wide.

"Ki-ki-ki."

He was crazy and pulled out his dagger. There were blood stains on it, and it looked strange. Junhyuk realized what it was.

"That dagger is from the Dimensional Battlefield!"

It wasn’t an ordinary dagger, and Junhyuk understood everything.

"You are the vampire."

Vampire. It’s him.

Junhyuk was devoid of expression as he looked around. He found no CCTV cameras and summoned his longswords. It wasn’t safe to deal with the crazy man while he was holding an item from the Dimensional Battlefield.

"Sarang, don’t interfere."

"Should I use my energy bolt?"

"No. Don’t step in."

Junhyuk spoke curtly and stood in front of Sarang. He stepped forward as Sanghoon took a step back.

Junhyuk smiled slowly.

"Why? Do you feel something?"

Junhyuk’s soul was trained, and he was an expert. His soul was incomparable to ordinary souls.

Sanghoon drew blood by cutting his palm. His blood seeped into the dagger.

"Ki-ki-ki."

As the dagger collected the blood, Sanghoon turned very pale, and his madness became even more pronounced than before.

He jumped toward Junhyuk, and Junhyuk ran toward him. If he got away, Sarang could be in danger later.

Junhyuk made sure Sanghoon had no other way to get to her and he swung his sword. Sanghoon crouched and dodged the attack.

Junhyuk kicked him, and Sanghoon tried to stab the leg, but Junhyuk twisted his leg.

Ba-gack!

Sanghoon was hit by a downward roundhouse kick and hit his shoulder against a wall.

Junhyuk looked at him as he got up.

"You could block it?"

Sanghoon staggered but lifted his arms. He had a lot of experience in bare-knuckle fighting, so he blocked the kick.

He was only pushed back because Junhyuk was very strong.

Sanghoon got up and set his stance. Junhyuk attacked again, this time with his swords, but was unable to cut him. Junhyuk knew what was happening.

This wasn’t a simple brawl.

Junhyuk was above the human limit, and his attacks were also beyond the human limit. Sanghoon could fight him, which meant that he was also above the human limit.

How is that possible?

Junhyuk blocked the dagger with the sword in his left hand and kicked Sanghoon again.

Thuck!

He was thrown back ten feet, and as he got up, he cut his palm again. That made Sanghoon become even faster.

Sanghoon went at Junhyuk, and he swung both swords in continuous attacks. He had learned how to slash from Artlan.

He wasn’t using sabers, but Junhyuk had trained himself on the technique.

Thak-thak-glack!

With loud noises, Sanghoon was pushed back. Junhyuk didn’t give him an inch of space.

Sanghoon knew he was losing and jumped forward. Junhyuk almost cut him in half, but withdrew his swords just in time.

He used the blunt side of the swords and hit Sanghoon on the shoulder, smashing it, but Sanghoon continued swinging his dagger.

Clang!

Junhyuk handled him easily, and Sanghoon stepped back and stabbed himself in the his smashed shoulder. Suddenly, Sanghoon’s arm became very skinny.

It did not look like an arm anymore.

"Ki-ki-ki-ki."

Sanghoon moved again, and Junhyuk had to focus hard.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

Sanghoon swung his dagger with speed beyond the human limit, and Junhyuk felt like he was facing a hero, but he blocked the attack with a longsword and thought:

"No. He is not a hero."

His movements were fast, but his attacks were not strong enough. It was all show and no substance.

Junhyuk sped up. He had fought Warren before and had been able to withstand Warren’s pressure.

Each side swung their blade, and the tempo of the fight picked up, and the sound of metal on metal whistled out for a long time.

Claaang!

A single shaking and clashing noise rang out, and Sanghoon stepped back and looked at Junhyuk. He couldn’t have his way with Junhyuk, so he got angrier and lifted his dagger.

Then, he stabbed himself in the stomach.

"What?!"

Junhyuk thought the man was trying to kill himself, but Sanghoon’s body was becoming skinnier, and ended up very skinny. All the fat in his body was gone, and only muscle remained.

"Ki-ki-ki-ki."

Sanghoon howled and jumped at Junhyuk.

Clung!

He got faster, and Junhyuk had a hard time blocking him.

He had sacrificed himself to get more speed. Sanghoon was using his speed to kill Junhyuk, while Junhyuk wanted to arrest him.

He was not on the Dimensional Battlefield. He didn’t want to kill in South Korea, but he didn’t think he could stop Sanghoon anymore. The man had made himself even crazier to kill Junhyuk and Sarang.

How could he arrest him? He would have to cut the man’s limbs off to arrest him.

Sanghoon’s dagger traveled fast, and Junhyuk’s eyes beamed. He realized that Sanghoon essentially only had one arm at that point, and Junhyuk was using two swords. He could defend himself and he realized one more thing: the man sacrificed himself to gain more speed, including his arm. Even if he were faster, he was missing an arm, so his attacks were not balanced.

Without balance, his speed had a limit. Junhyuk understood Sanghoon’s limitations and realized his own victory.

Junhyuk stepped forward at the swinging dagger. He took a huge step to it and blocked it with his longsword.

Shi-shiiiink!

The dagger slid down the longsword, and Junhyuk elbowed him. He was too close to swing the swords, but Junhyuk’s elbow hit the man’s ribs.

Thuck!

Sanghoon’s ribs broke, and he was bounced back and rolled on the ground. Junhyuk meant to see an end to all of that when Sanghoon smirked.

Junhyuk thought he had to be crazy to smile like that with his ribs broken, but Sanghoon positioned himself with his dagger as if he had won.

Junhyuk looked at himself. and realized he was bleeding out of his left arm. The dagger had sliced him without him noticing.

"Ki-ki-ki."

Sanghoon was healing really quickly. He shook and howled and looked at Junhyuk.

Junhyuk felt the wound on his arm ache. This was more dangerous than he had expected.