Sword God Reborn

Chapter 148 : There has to be one to guide.

Pocheon Mountain Manor was a sect that wielded considerable power even in Hubei Province, which was dominated by Wudang and the Zhuge Clan.

They had solidified their position in Hubei Province by doing a kind of mercenary work, solving ambiguous matters that the Wudang Sect and the Zhuge Clan were reluctant to get involved in.

Today, the inside of Pocheon Mountain Manor was unusually busy.

Half of the personnel had suddenly left with their swords, and the remaining ones were cleaning up the mountain manor.

As if they were abandoning this place and going somewhere else.

"To suddenly hit Wudang when it wasn't even in the plan. Damn it!"

The general manager, Jang, who was practically leading and managing the mountain manor, spat out a curse.

"If we were going to do this, why did we disguise it as a mountain manor? If we were going to hit Wudang anyway, all of this is unnecessary!"

One of the leaders of the organization, called the Six Stars, had called the warriors of the mountain manor with a signal flare.

The general manager, Jang, was dissatisfied with that.

'Anyway, the guys from the Dark Sect. They really love to fight without a second thought.'

When the guys from the Blood Sect had painstakingly made a detailed plan, the guys from the Dark Sect would often ruin it all.

Even in Chongqing, the Ten Stars, who was from the Dark Sect, had lost all the Bidaras and had died. The business there hadn't even started, and rather, the enemies had started to unite by establishing the Justice Alliance. It was all a mess.

What would it mean to attack Wudang now?

'It's all been overturned.'

Since half of the warriors had gone, Wudang would be burned and destroyed today. But this place would also be discovered someday, so they had to flee for now.

"Hurry up and move! Quickly!"

As he was urging his subordinate warriors.

The main gate of the mountain manor suddenly opened wide.

The general manager, Jang's, head snapped around.

"What?"

In this situation, there was no way the gatekeeper would open the gate.

"Who is it!"

The one who appeared after opening the gate was a young man in a green robe he had never seen before.

No, he looked younger than young.

But he felt an atmosphere that was hard to ignore.

Teolseok!

Then, through the open gate, the general manager, Jang's, expression hardened at the sight of the gatekeeper collapsing.

"You, who are you?"

"When you ask who someone is, you should introduce yourself first."

"Where do you think this is? This is Pocheon Mountain Manor."

"Hmm. So you've disguised it as a mountain manor here?"

"...!"

The general manager, Jang's, eyes shook.

'He came knowing!'

It had been a full 20 years since Pocheon Mountain Manor had established itself in Hubei Province.

In the meantime, few people had figured out that this was a disguised organization of the Blood Demon Valley.

At best, the beggars of the Hao Faction had come sniffing around once or twice, but they had all already crossed the Sanzu River.

"You, did you come alone?"

"I brought people, but I left them down there."

"...You have companions, but you came in alone?"

"I told them to catch you guys when you run away."

A sigh erupted from among the warriors who had slowly gathered. Some let out a laugh. It was because Cheon Mubaeck looked like nothing special to them.

But the general manager, Jang, realized that the aura emanating from Cheon Mubaeck was unusual.

'Is he an ice art master?'

The supreme yin energy felt from his lower dantian. Just by that, he was a considerable master. But there was something that was poking at the general manager, Jang's, nerves.

'He's too relaxed.'

Some might see it as the arrogance of a young man, but the general manager, Jang, did not.

In fact, the general manager, Jang's, ominous feeling was right.

One of the warriors who had been slowly gathering turned pale, grabbed his neck, twisted his body, and collapsed.

"Keuk, keoheoeok!"

"...!"

The general manager, Jang's, eyes widened.

The warriors were startled and approached the warrior who had suddenly collapsed. Among the gathered warriors, one or two collapsed with the same pale face, scratching their necks.

A chill ran down his spine at the sight of them collapsing, groaning with pale faces.

Kung! Kung! Kung! Kung!

The general manager, Jang, screamed as if in a shriek.

"Poison, poison... it's poison!"

There was nothing but poison. That kind of poison was a deadly poison. They hadn't just fainted and collapsed, but had all died, foaming at the mouth.

It was a terrible deadly poison.

'When on earth?'

When had so many warriors been poisoned?

An ordinary warrior would quickly realize if poison entered their body. At least the warriors gathered here were elites.

"You wicked bastard! To use poison!"

"It's a waste to stain my sword with your blood."

The man, no, Cheon Mubaeck, answered with an indifferent gaze.

"This is the poison you guys used. In Chongqing."

"..."

"It's the stone poison that Dang Junpa made, and its effect is quite useful."

The general manager, Jang, gritted his teeth.

Pale, he looked around and finally drew his sword.

Cheon Mubaeck took a step closer.

"The Orthodox Faction guys praise you as a hero, but your actions are no different from the Black Heart Gang!"

"Wow. It's strange to hear that from a demon. Do you think you're not poisoned and are holding on because your internal energy is strong? It's just that I didn't sprinkle it on you."

"..."

At those words, the general manager, Jang, closed his mouth.

In fact, the general manager, Jang, had checked that his body was not poisoned and had turned pale.

He had not used poison on him.

That meant he was so strong that he could control the spread of the poison by using his internal energy.

It was a realm that could not be fathomed.

Cheon Mubaeck walked over with a leisurely face. At that moment, the wind blew from the front.

The general manager, Jang, seemed to stretch out and thrust his sword towards Cheon Mubaeck's chest.

As befitting the general manager who was in charge of this mountain manor, it was an honest but powerful and clean movement.

Kagagang!

The two swords clashed strongly.

Cheon Mubaeck stood tall and drew his sword in an instant and swung it. He lightly flicked away the general manager, Jang's, sword and instantly dug in and planted his fist in his abdomen.

"Keoheuk!"

The general manager, Jang, bent his waist almost in half and staggered. His whole body was tingling from the dizzying shock transmitted from the wrist that was holding the sword, and he felt as if his internal organs were being completely turned upside down by the fist that had been planted in his abdomen.

Cheon Mubaeck said.

"But your body is sturdy."

The general manager, Jang, straightened his back and swung his sword from bottom to top.

An aura of cutting in two, aiming from the groin to the crown.

Jjeong!

But the moment he witnessed the sword crying and breaking, the general manager, Jang, could no longer dare to fight.

The general manager, Jang's, eyes narrowed at the smile that appeared on Cheon Mubaeck's lips.

A smile that felt no killing intent.

"Why only me..."

He had not been poisoned, and from Cheon Mubaeck's swordsmanship, he had the skill to have cut his throat when he had thrust his sword.

But he had let him live.

Cheon Mubaeck smiled deeply.

"There has to be one to guide the leader."

* * *

In fact, Cheon Mubaeck did not need the general manager, Jang.

He just had to go to where Neung-heo was.

From the time he had entrusted Neung-heo with the role of a watcher, he had assumed a situation like this.

So he had sprinkled the Tracking Scent.

It was not such a great tracking scent.

It was not like the treasure-like Thousand Li Tracking Scent or the Ten Thousand Li Tracking Scent.

It was something that could be obtained without much difficulty if one set their mind to it, and if he had to put a number on it, it would be about a Hundred Li Tracking Scent.

But for Cheon Mubaeck, who had approached extrasensory perception beyond the five senses with the development of his upper dantian, that was enough.

Cheon Mubaeck had found the base that was working in the shadows in Hubei Province by following this scent.

'If I'm going to have a go with the Blood Demon Valley guys here, I have to wipe them all out.'

Even if he didn't save the general manager, Jang, Cheon Mubaeck could stride forward.

But the reason he had saved him was because he had another use for him.

Anyway, Cheon Mubaeck, who had watched the general manager, Jang, go in the direction from which the tracking scent was flowing, decided to let the general manager, Jang, live a little longer for now.

"Heo... Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero. You've come this far?"

The one who greeted him was the herb gatherer who had caught Neung-heo, the Five Stars Biryang.

But it was not a very friendly greeting.

As soon as he recognized Cheon Mubaeck, he threw his flying daggers without a second thought.

Shweeeek!

"Geez, what a bloody greeting!"

Although he said so, he could not just stand there calmly. The six flying daggers that came flying approached with a fierce sound of cutting through the air.

Cheon Mubaeck took a breath and swung his sword like a thunderbolt.

Kagagang!

As he struck down and flicked away three flying daggers in a single breath, the remaining three flying daggers sharply changed direction in the air.

Cheon Mubaeck saw the faint thread connected to the flying daggers.

It was not physically connected.

'He's controlling the flying daggers with his internal energy?'

A master greater than he had thought.

He had already felt the strong internal energy and presence as he got closer to this place.

He had already felt that he was much stronger than that Nameless Taoist, who was disguised as a Taoist that the Great Purity True Man had been secretly meeting.

But to control the flying daggers by releasing his internal energy so finely that it was invisible was not just that his internal energy was strong, but that his ability to operate it was unparalleled.

Moreover, the speed was swift. To the point where it was unbelievable that he was controlling that speed.

Kkaang! Kkang! Kkaang!

The heavy shock transmitted through his wrist every time he struck them away meant that the power contained in them was also not to be trifled with.

Dealing with the six flying daggers was like dealing with six different warriors.

And on top of that, two more flying daggers were added and continuously attacked Cheon Mubaeck.

An ordinary martial artist would have despaired at this point, feeling the opponent's martial arts.

That's how threatening Biryang, one of the five stars of the Blood Demon Valley's leadership, was.

But Cheon Mubaeck rather...

'He's smiling? He's smiling?'

Biryang's eyes widened. He had witnessed a faint smile on Cheon Mubaeck's lips.

In fact, Cheon Mubaeck rather felt a sudden sense of joy.

'This guy, he must be a huge big shot.'

He was the strongest among the enemies he had faced so far.

As in any part of the martial world, the demons had a stronger tendency to worship strength.

To be strong meant a higher rank.

Cheon Mubaeck realized that he was getting closer to the center of the Blood Demon Valley, and he swung his sword with a natural excitement.

Biryang's face was filled with astonishment as he saw him not backing down an inch against the six, no, eight flying daggers.

It was effective.

He struck them away as if he knew which direction they would come from.

And he didn't feel that he was depleting the opponent's energy.

The Eight Flying Daggers were not all equally fast, nor did they all contain the same power.

Some were feints, and some were deadly killing moves.

But Cheon Mubaeck appropriately distributed his power to match them and freely struck away the flying daggers.

Cold sweat drenched Biryang's back.

'At this rate, I'll run out of strength first!'

Controlling a single flying dagger in the air required considerable concentration and internal energy.

Now Biryang was pouring out all he could, to his limit, while handling the eight flying daggers at the same time.

If he couldn't finish it quickly, he would be the one to collapse first from exhaustion.

'There's no choice but a single-blow kill!'

Why would a single-blow kill be called a single-blow kill?

The power to kill the opponent in one blow.

The problem was that if he couldn't kill him in that one blow, he would die.

But now Biryang strongly felt the need to use it.

Gooooooo!

The energy around Biryang gathered at once.

'Look at this?'

Cheon Mubaeck's eyes, which had been striking away the flying daggers at a swift speed, flashed.

A strongly gathering energy.

Cheon Mubaeck's pupils trembled at the strong pressure, to the point where his heart throbbed.

At the same time, the eight flying daggers that had been flicked away entered Biryang's hand, and then were released with a fierce energy.

Cheon Mubaeck also instinctively felt that it would not be easy this time.

A powerful force, as if all the energy was contained in the eight flying daggers, covered Cheon Mubaeck.

Cheon Mubaeck also swung his sword like a thunderbolt with a serious face.

Cheon Mubaeck also swallowed a groan at the shock transmitted throughout his body through the blocking sword.

As it was a killing move in which Biryang had put all his momentum, a burden was placed on even the great Cheon Mubae-ck.

But that was all.

'It's just a flying dagger, after all!'

Cheon Mubaeck also operated the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art to its extreme and struck down all eight flying daggers.

Kaaaaang!

But it was then.

Cheon Mubaeck's pupils shook.

A pure white sword shot out from between the eight flying daggers that had been flicked away.

Cheon Mubaeck's face contorted for a moment as he saw that swift speed.

'I'm late.'

The moment all his internal energy was focused on striking down the eight flying daggers with all his strength.

A sword was embedded in Cheon Mubaeck's chest.

(End of Chapter)