Here is the English translation for Chapter 89, formatted with refined grammar, clear syntax, and an engaging narrative style tailored for Western fantasy readers, maintaining proper character consistency throughout:

89. Warrior Jiro's Wind Blast

"Who are you really, Aji?!" Gultron’s eyes flared with a menacing light. The memories of that violent clash twenty years ago flooded his mind—the fateful battle that had left a permanent, jagged scar over his left eye.

That historic night, a legendary assault had been launched by three grandmasters of the Righteous Path: Yonan, the Thunder Striker, and Ganada. It occurred just as the Demon Lord’s dark forces were preparing an all-out invasion of the central continent of Orpris.

Hundreds of thousands of dark soldiers had been powerless to halt the advance of the Three Legends, with catastrophic explosions rocking the entire encampment. Deep within the central structure, hidden among a sea of military tents, the Demon Lord Shura was attempting to refine and absorb immense soul energy through the ancient Blood Supreme artifact. The dark forces had slaughtered countless captured martial artists and innocent humans, spilling their blood in an unholy ritual to feed Shura's power.

To protect their master, the Five Gates had stepped forward to confront the three strongest martial artists of the righteous sects. A world-shattering battle ensued—a desperate fight to the death. The Five Gates threw everything they had into stopping the Three Legends from interrupting the ritual and destroying the Blood Supreme artifact.

Even the Five Gates had struggled immensely against the three grandmasters. Gultron had sustained his facial wound when Ganada and Yonan breached the inner sanctum where Shura's ritual was underway.

Gultron had put his life on the line to buy time, desperate to shield Shura until the ritual reached completion. In the end, a combined strike from Yonan and Ganada slashed across Gultron's face and detonated half of the central hall.

The blast interrupted Shura mid-ritual before he could fully assimilate the soul energy, forcing the Demon Lord to emerge prematurely.

"Who are you, Aji?! How could you possibly know about the scar over my eye?!"

Gultron’s rage boiled over into pure madness. Igniting his core with dark magic, he bellowed, "Demon Transformation!" His physical speed multiplied exponentially, and he lunged forward, unleashing a furious assault aimed directly at Aji's heart.

Aji stood firm, raising his staff to block the incoming strike. Steel collided with the wooden staff, unleashing an explosive shockwave that tore through the surrounding forest like a localized hurricane. Violent gales whipped outward, shattering branches and flattening the terrain.

Descending to the ground, the two resumed their fierce duel. Towering mountain trees were uprooted and pulverized, triggering massive landslides across the slopes as their weapons clashed again and again. Where their energies met, the landscape was reduced to absolute ruin.

Driven by an overwhelming obsession to unmask the youth's true identity, Gultron bombarded Aji with a relentless volley of high-speed slashes.

Every time Aji ducked or parried a sword strike, stray arcs of dark magic shot past, detonating against the hillsides and burning the forest to ash.

Aji countered with a fluid spin of his staff, sweeping the tip toward Gultron's head. Gultron raised his blade just in time to catch the blow. Aji immediately poured his internal energy down the shaft, pressing down with immense force until Gultron was driven back several paces.

Gritting his teeth, Gultron tapped into an even deeper layer of demonic power. Thick, black scales sprouted across his skin and face. He was sacrificing his own physical vessel to draw out absolute, forbidden power.

BLAAAARRRRRR! BOOOOM!

With a surge of dark energy, Gultron turned the tides, repelling Aji's pressure and blasting him backward. The sheer explosive force behind the dark magic hurled Aji through the air.

"This ends now!" Gultron roared, closing the distance at terrifying speed while Aji was still mid-air and unable to reset his footing.

"Die!"

Swathing his blade in a thick shroud of dark energy, Gultron raised his sword behind his back, preparing to bisect Aji in mid-air. Moving at a velocity far exceeding Aji's trajectory, Gultron materialized directly above the airborne youth just before he slammed into a rocky hillside. A terrifying phantom blade loomed in Aji's vision as Gultron sneered in triumph, convinced the boy was moments away from death.

BOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!

Aji brought his staff up with both hands, catching the descending blade mid-swing. Though he successfully parried the sharp edge, the raw kinetic weight behind Gultron's strike drove him down with crushing force. Aji crashed violently into the mountainside, the impact triggering a massive rockslide down the slope.

CRACK! RUMBLE!

Gultron hovered above, peering through the rising dust cloud to verify if the youth had been pulverized.

Meanwhile, far across the sea on the Orpris continent, a desperate battle continued to rage.

Drakos continuously pressed his assault against Warrior Jiro. Jiro, however, played a defensive game, deliberately drawing out the engagement. The Demon Transformation was a temporary state; pushing the body past its natural limits inherently destabilized the user's physical vessel over time.

Still, the temporary surge in power was undeniable, forcing Jiro into a tight defensive battle. Wielding dual short swords, Jiro fended off Drakos, who had cast aside his physical weapons. In their place, twin blades composed of condensed dark magic had sprouted directly from Drakos's forearms—terrifying, monstrous weapons pulsing with pitch-black energy.

Moving with the horrifying agility of a preying insect, Drakos unleashed a barrage of lightning-fast slashes. Jiro coated his short blades in internal aura, utilizing the high-speed movement techniques he had acquired from Ganada's legacy. He met every incoming strike, parrying and counter-striking as the two traded ground across the courtyard.

Yet, despite blocking every direct blow, the lingering shockwaves from Drakos's corrupt energy proved devastating. Fine cuts and lacerations began to open across Jiro's arms and torso—not from direct weapon contact, but from the raw, corrosive pressure radiating off Drakos's dark blades.

Jiro gritted his teeth, well aware of the danger.

Furthermore, Jiro's short blades could not withstand the continuous bombardment from Drakos's demonic constructs for long. Hairline fractures spider-webbed across both weapons until they shattered completely.

BLAAARRR!

The steel exploded into useless fragments.

Sensing an immediate victory, Drakos thrust both forearm blades forward in a lethal, cross-cutting execution strike aimed directly at Jiro's neck. I've got him! Drakos thought fiercely.

Unarmed and facing an incoming execution, Jiro showed no panic. As a master who had dedicated his life to martial arts, the loss of a weapon was merely a minor shift in strategy. He was a true warrior who had mastered bare-handed combat, having spent years perfecting his wind-manipulation techniques.

Drawing his right fist back, Jiro condensed a massive volume of atmospheric energy around his forearm, creating a roaring vortex of wind that spiraled from his elbow to his knuckles.

Though he knew his technique could not match the legendary scale of the Thunder Striker, he had cultivated this form with relentless, unwavering dedication. Today, he would test his fist against the fallen hero before him.

"Wind Blast!"

Jiro drove his fist straight into the path of Drakos's incoming cross-blade strike. Drakos's eyes widened in sheer disbelief as the raw power behind Jiro's bare fist collided with his demonic steel. The sheer kinetic pressure brought back a vivid memory from twenty years ago—the moment the Thunder Striker had unleashed a monumental blow against the Demon Lord's vanguard.

Back then, Drakos had stood behind his foster father, Shura—the mentor who had taught him the dark arts and elevated his power. Now, looking at the compressed wind gathering around Jiro's fist, Drakos felt the exact same oppressive force he had witnessed two decades prior.

BLAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!

A colossal explosion erupted as light and kinetic energy shattered the surrounding air. All across the courtyard, the chaotic battle between the Sky Squad and the dark forces raged on.

BOOM! BLAST!