Sword God Reborn

Chapter 235 : Or the entire martial world can come

Cheon Mubaeck had experienced many ambushes.

There weren't that many in this life, but if you expanded the scope to his past lives, there would be no one in this world who had been ambushed more than Cheon Mubaeck.

Thanks to that, Cheon Mubaeck was calm.

It was a surprising contrast to Zhuge Seola, who couldn't hide her bewilderment.

Seeing Cheon Mubaeck's calm face, Zhuge Seola's heart soon calmed down.

Seeing how calm Cheon Mubaeck was, she judged that the level of the attackers was not threatening.

But that was a misunderstanding.

"They're professional assassins."

"Professional assassins?"

"If it's a place that can mobilize assassins of this level, it would be around the level of the Wolya Faction."

"The Wolya Faction!"

Zhuge Seola screamed at the unexpected name. Her complexion turned pale.

The Wolya Faction.

How many people in the martial world didn't know that name?

The Wolya Faction was a place that could cut off the head of the Shaolin Abbot if you just gave them money.

It was also the most notorious among the numerous assassin sects.

Zhuge Seola gritted her teeth at the unexpected name.

"Did you know?"

"I felt a presence following us. Even while riding a horse, I felt gazes and presences wherever I went. I knew their level was not ordinary."

"My goodness..."

"Since the young lady set up a formation, it seems they finally revealed themselves. Because it was as if they had suddenly disappeared from in front of our eyes."

Zhuge Seola made a strange expression and narrowed her fine brow.

She was confused as to whether they were being attacked because of the formation she had made.

Cheon Mubaeck smiled and comforted her.

"Thanks to the young lady, they revealed themselves. One of the characteristics of assassins is that they decide to carry out an assassination only after they have perfectly created a situation where they can win. The reason they were following us was to look for an opportunity, but since they revealed themselves in an unprepared situation thanks to the young lady, isn't it that the more dangerous situation has passed?"

It was as Cheon Mubaeck had said.

The more skilled the professional assassin, the more they put all their effort into waiting for an opportunity.

They endure and endure with tremendous patience, and attempt an assassination only when they judge that their assassination can be perfectly successful.

Creating a situation where they can completely win is a characteristic of assassins.

But since they had unintentionally revealed themselves because of Zhuge Seola's formation, it was as if their methods were no longer effective.

Judging that it was too late to hide themselves, the assassins slowly approached.

Cheon Mubaeck's eyes narrowed.

They looked like ordinary people, with nothing strange about them.

They didn't even have the sharp feeling of a well-honed sword, which was characteristic of martial artists.

If someone who didn't know had seen them, they would have looked like ordinary people walking on a mountain path.

"Hiding a sword in extreme ordinariness, they're not ordinary guys."

The notoriety of the Wolya Faction was not only famous in this life.

Since the time of the Azure Sky Sword God, the Wolya Faction was already an assassin organization with a notorious reputation.

But even in this crisis, Cheon Mubaeck's vision widened. The entire situation came into view. Several circumstances were glimpsed in the sudden appearance of the assassins.

'They are assassins who started following us as soon as we left the escort agency. As if they were waiting. Then it must be the Blood Demon Valley. Was it to deliberately lure me outside?'

It would be a great burden to attack the escort agency.

They would have to deal with Cheon Mubaeck, and also the Sugagimundo.

Not only that, but the martial power of the escort agency was now stronger than that of most martial arts sects.

Considering the connection with the reason why the Blood Demon Valley, which had been quiet, had caused an incident, it was sufficiently predictable who had instigated them.

The assassins slowly approached, but they did not rashly attempt an attack.

They tried to hide their bewilderment in their calmness.

'It's vague.'

That was the assassins' assessment of Cheon Mubaeck.

In fact, it wasn't that the assassins had no opportunities at all.

There were several opportunities to aim for a gap during the two days.

The reason why they couldn't attempt an assassination despite that.

'What on earth is his level? I can't see it.'

Was it just his level?

They couldn't even guess his opponent's internal energy.

When the skill of the assassination target was as vague as groping in the fog, how could they attempt an assassination?

In the end, they had to choose.

Gazes were exchanged among the assassins, and a man with protruding cheekbones jumped out.

His skill in leaping through space in an instant and thrusting a short dagger was top-notch.

Hwoong!

As the tip of the sword was about to reach Cheon Mubaeck's solar plexus, Cheon Mubaeck's hand moved smoothly.

The man's wrist, which had been thrusting in a straight line, was instantly caught in Cheon Mubaeck's grasp.

Crack!

He twisted the man's wrist with all his might. Even though it was twisted, he did not let go of the dagger. He endured all the pain and poured his internal energy to stab the solar plexus. It was vicious.

'He's an assassin to be this good.'

Unfortunately for the assassin, the tip of the dagger could not even pierce the solar plexus by a single inch.

Bewilderment spread across the man's expressionless face.

A strange and unknown power, not internal energy, had gently pushed the tip of the sword away.

It was telekinesis.

Looking at the bewildered eyes, Cheon Mubaeck's left hand grabbed his neck and broke it.

Crack!

The man called Seventeen died without even being able to scream.

Shweeeeng!

This time, a woman jumped out.

A flexible sword fluttered and wrapped around his waist.

This time, it was difficult to block with his hands.

Quick judgment and reaction.

Cheon Mubaeck's sword was drawn and at the same time, it cut the flexible sword.

Pak!

The Iron God Ancient Sword, which had not lost its power even after cutting the flexible sword, cut off the woman's neck in an instant.

It was a clean flash.

As soon as the woman's neck fell, a bald giant, as if he had been waiting, swung a greatsword with an uncharacteristically swift movement.

It was a very powerful attack, and a strong force was loaded, so facing it head-on would cause a considerable consumption of internal energy.

Only then did Cheon Mubaeck guess the opponent's intention.

"You're throwing your lives away to grasp my martial arts and level?"

It was indeed the Wolya Faction.

In fact, there was no defined unique martial art of Cheon Mubaeck known to the martial world.

Because all those who had experienced Cheon Mubaeck's true martial arts had died miserably.

And those who had witnessed it and survived were those who had a deep connection with Cheon Mubaeck, so they kept their mouths shut.

Therefore, there was a debate about what the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero's unique martial art was.

There were even stories that he used ice techniques, so it was a situation that was not just confusing but annoying for the assassins.

Knowing yourself and your enemy is not a truth that only applies in war.

It is the most important virtue for an assassin who judges the opponent's martial arts skill and researches a suitable assassination method.

They had chosen at this moment.

To grasp Cheon Mubaeck's martial arts by throwing their own lives.

And their intention was to settle the score when he was exhausted of stamina and internal energy after repeated fights.

Hung! Hung! Hung!

The bald man swung his greatsword without hesitation. At a glance, it looked like a random dance, but each and every move was strong and sharp.

At that moment, an interesting thought flashed in Cheon Mubaeck's mind.

'Vicious bastards, alright. Let's see how far your viciousness reaches!'

As if the size and weight of his body and the greatsword were nothing, Cheon Mubaeck suddenly jumped into the bald man's relentless dance.

"Young Master!"

Zhuge Seola, who was watching, unknowingly screamed.

The sight of Cheon Mubaeck throwing himself into the midst of the menacing blades was truly a situation of entering a place of death.

But that was a misunderstanding.

Kagagagagagagang!

A rough metallic sound pierced the ears and sparks flew mercilessly.

The eyes of the bald man, who was swinging his greatsword like crazy, widened as if they would tear. It was in an instant. In a flash, he had deflected the greatsword dozens of times, nullifying all its power, and in that gap, his sword strikes continued without a break, flowing like water.

Seogeok!

The bald man couldn't even find a chance to counterattack and collapsed with his chest split open.

Someone among the assassins shouted in astonishment.

"Lotus Flower Flying Sword!"

"The Lotus Flower Flying Sword of the Jin family of Honam! You mean he learned the martial arts of the Jin family!"

"I will step forward!"

"Seventeen had succeeded in assassinating the head of the Jin family!"

Cheon Mubaeck listened to the assassins' conversation and admired in a low voice.

'Indeed, the Wolya Faction!'

The martial art he had just used was the Lotus Flower Flying Sword. It was the unique martial art of a quite famous swordsman from Honam. But the assassins recognized it, and then one came out.

'Looking at the way he holds his sword, he's someone who knows the Lotus Flower Flying Sword!'

Cheon Mubaeck's eyes flashed.

The opponent, thinking that he had grasped Cheon Mubaeck's unique martial art, the assassin who could respond the best, came out.

In fact, the assassin was a skilled person who could counter the Lotus Flower Flying Sword. Not only his simple martial arts skill, but he also had a record of assassinating someone who actually used the Lotus Flower Flying Sword.

"You bastard!"

The man called Seventeen let out a monstrous cry and thrust his sword.

The Lotus Flower Flying Sword was a martial art that had its meaning in the continuous chain-like connections.

The weakness was clear. You just had to break the link of the chain. But for those who didn't know, it was difficult to find the weakness. Seventeen found the link in an instant and dug in.

But at that moment, Cheon Mubaeck's sword changed, flowing like a snake.

"Ugh!"

Seventeen's complexion turned blue.

The continuously connected chain flowed and bloomed into a flower.

"Plum... blossom?"

Light pink flower buds appeared one by one in the air. And a scent that tickled the tip of his nose.

It was a plum blossom.

Astonishment spread across the faces of the assassins who were watching.

An unbelievably strange situation unfolded before their eyes. Everyone was frozen stiff and couldn't say anything.

In the moment when Seventeen was dazed and couldn't even react.

The flower buds bloomed.

Pak!

It was a crimson red flower.

"Plum Blossom Sword...?"

"You mean the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero... learned from Mount Hua?"

Amidst the assassins' astonished murmurs, Seventeen's body collapsed.

Then, this time, two people came out.

In fact, due to the nature of assassins, joint attacks were not familiar. No, in the first place, fighting like this in a martial arts contest was disadvantageous for assassins. Because their way was to cut off lives in the darkness.

Moreover, a joint attack could be counterproductive if they were not in sync. Martial arts was something where adding one and one didn't become two, but could become nothing at all.

The reason they were coming at him one by one probably included that.

But seeing the faces of the two who came out this time, Cheon Mubaeck nodded.

"Twin assassins. To think that brothers are doing assassin work together, you're truly wicked. Huh?"

"Shut up!"

"More than ten Mount Hua martial artists have died at our hands!"

Cheon Mubaeck chuckled.

The fact that the assassins, who had been silent, were now talking a lot meant that they were that flustered.

Cheon Mubaeck smiled leisurely.

The twins were certainly not bluffing. Just by looking at their starting posture, it was not a posture that the Plum Blossom Sword could easily penetrate.

Cheon Mubae-ck, who newly realized that if it had been someone else here instead of him, they would not have been able to escape the grasp of the Wolya Faction, hardened his resolve even more.

"Anyway, I can't let you live."

The moment Cheon Mubaeck's eyes flashed, the twins rushed at him at the same time.

Shweek!

A joint attack from the left and right.

Cheon Mubaeck's sword flashed. This time, it was undoubtedly the flow of the Plum Blossom Sword!

A look of delight appeared on the twins' faces.

But the smile that had just appeared froze like a stone.

Suddenly, Cheon Mubaeck's sword was sheathed, and a formidable palm force poured out from Cheon Mubaeck's left hand.

Someone screamed as if in a shriek.

"Scattering Thunder Palm?"

"The Scattering Thunder Palm of the Byeokryeok Sect! How on earth!"

The intense lightning that poured out from Cheon Mubaeck's palm force swallowed the twins in an instant.

Kwoong! Kung!

The assassins swallowed a groan as they looked at the two who had fallen to the floor, completely blackened.

A look of disbelief was evident in their eyes, as if they couldn't believe it.

"The Lotus Flower Flying Sword, the Plum Blossom Sword, and the Scattering Thunder Palm..."

"Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, who on earth are you..."

"Could it be, could it be, that you are a prodigy created by all the Orthodox Path sects gathering to oppose the Demonic Path!"

Cheon Mubaeck let out a hollow laugh and raised his sword.

As the tip of the sword was aimed at the assassins, the assassins all flinched and stepped back.

With just his momentum alone, all the assassins of the Wolya Faction had retreated.

"Hey, you guys, if you want to find out what my unique martial art is one by one like this, you don't have enough numbers."

"What?"

"The entire Wolya Faction will have to come."

"......!"

The assassins' faces contorted miserably. But soon, their expressions were not of misery, but they turned pale as if they had seen a ghost at the words that followed.

"No. Considering what's in my head. The entire martial world will have to come."

"......!"

The martial world, countless martial artists like grains of sand.

Cheon Mubaeck's head was filled with so many martial arts that it could be compared to all of them.

Cheon Mubaeck.

"You can't catch me."

Hundreds, close to thousands of eons of time.

The momentum of Cheon Mubaeck, who had never once been defeated by an assassin, dominated the crowd.

(End of Chapter)