Sword God Reborn

Chapter 261 : I am an assassin

Tang Su-gun strode confidently towards the main gate.

Cheon Mubaeck didn't have high expectations. It was enough if he just drew their attention. If their guard was let down, even for a moment, he could infiltrate in an instant.

"In that sense, it's not that dangerous."

It wasn't that he had sent Tang Su-gun on a dangerous mission from which he couldn't return.

It was enough to just draw their attention and make them a little loose.

Just causing a slight commotion at the main gate?

With Tang Su-gun's skill, it would be enough to get away afterwards.

"Everyone, get ready."

At Cheon Mubaeck's low voice, everyone watched the situation with tense eyes.

Tang Su-gun, who had walked straight to the main gate, suddenly took out both his hands from within his robe and spread them wide.

"What?"

"Stop!"

The gatekeepers blocked his way, on high alert. It was a natural reaction.

Because the appearance of the guy approaching the main gate in the middle of the night was a strange attire of night-traveling clothes and a green robe.

Tang Su-gun, of course, did not stop at the word to stop.

At the moment the gatekeeper was about to draw his sword with a serious expression.

'Huh?'

Tang Su-gun's large fist filled his vision.

Kwadeuk!

He extended his hand in an instant and shattered the faces of the two gatekeepers. The face where the facial features were gathered was a vital point no matter how you hit it.

At the same time as the gatekeepers were neutralized, he gathered vital energy in both his hands and struck the gate wildly.

Kwaang! Kwaaaang!

"Uh... umm."

Cheon Mubaeck, who was watching, made an awkward sound.

"I didn't tell him to be that diligent."

No matter how much Tang Su-gun was ignored by Cheon Mubaeck, he was a rare skilled person in the martial world.

The steel gate buckled and broke under the swirling palm force.

Since someone was openly breaking the main gate in the middle of the night, it was natural that attention would be drawn.

Shouts came from beyond the walls, and people moved urgently from here and there.

It wasn't just one or two people, but a whole crowd. This surpassed Cheon Mubaeck's expectations. Wasn't it as if he had called all the guards who were guarding the walls?

And yet, Tang Su-gun shouted as if he were struggling.

"Come at me! You bastards!"

Cheon Mubaeck laughed lowly without realizing it.

"Well, well. He's working too hard."

To think he was such a diligent fellow.

I misjudged him, I misjudged him.

Hwangbo Sung, who had heard Cheon Mubaeck's muttering, felt his heart become pitiful for some reason.

'He must have thought that facing the North Sword Society alone was a cheaper price to pay than three slaps.'

Perhaps that place could have been his own, so Hwangbo Sung just felt sorry for Tang Su-gun.

Well, if it were three slaps.

Brrr!

Hwangbo Sung, who had imagined it for a moment, understood Tang Su-gun's heart a hundred times over.

It was better to face the North Sword Society head-on.

That was what Tang Su-gun had done now.

Tang Su-gun had not just caused a simple commotion. He had openly broken the main gate. Breaking the main gate implied just one meaning.

"Isn't that bastard declaring war on the North Sword Society by himself right now?"

It was not just a simple attention-grabber, but a declaration of war.

"Well, well..."

Even Cheon Mubaeck clicked his tongue. Under the flickering torches here and there, countless black shadows poured towards the main gate. It was an immense force.

Cheon Mubaeck carefully observed their footsteps.

'Although they are imitating the footwork of martial artists, the vast majority are assassins.'

The steps of an assassin and the steps of a martial artist are different.

Cheon Mubaeck thought for a moment.

The original plan was to infiltrate secretly and eliminate them one by one in the manner of assassins.

But with their unexpectedly tight security, and Tang Su-gun's diligence that surpassed expectations, it was not easy.

Although it was easier to jump over the walls now, it was as if he had woken up all the enemies.

He could no longer stab the necks of the guys who were sleeping secretly like an assassin.

Moreover, it was questionable how long Tang Su-gun would last there.

Cheon Mubaeck looked at the rest and said.

"Go and fight with Tang Su-gun."

It was an instruction they had expected, to help Tang Su-gun.

But they felt something strange in Cheon Mubaeck's instruction.

Because it sounded as if they were to help Tang Su-gun by themselves.

"Then what about you, Squad Leader?"

As Hwangbo Sung asked, Cheon Mubaeck shrugged his shoulders.

"I have to play with someone of my own level."

At the same time, Cheon Mubaeck's figure shot up into the sky. Cheon Mubaeck, who had jumped over the wall in a single leap, ran without hesitation.

Although it seemed impossible to run through the air, Cheon Mubaeck could.

He stepped on the wall, stepped on the roof of the pavilion, and dug into the center of the North Sword Society in an instant, as if he were running on the ground.

Gok Ji-heum shook his head.

"Let's go and help that Tang family guy. I'm more worried about the Tang family guy than worrying about that guy."

Everyone nodded.

Although Cheon Mubaeck might have to face the King of Assassins alone, they were not worried.

* * *

The black forces pouring towards the main gate were, strictly speaking, just small fry.

As Cheon Mubaeck dug into the center in an instant, a movement that had spotted him immediately followed.

They were the forces that had been watching the situation from inside without rushing out at the commotion at the main gate.

The warriors of the North Sword Society.

No, the assassins of the Wolya Faction raised their heads and sneered at Cheon Mubaeck.

From his recklessness of rushing towards the center openly by himself, to his action of not coming down from the air even after being discovered.

If you were a skilled martial artist, it was certainly possible to float your body in the air using kicking techniques.

Because you could jump up with tremendous leaping power by infusing internal energy.

But for the most part, martial artists didn't do that.

'Because there's nowhere to dodge in the air!'

On the ground, you have two feet on the ground, so you just have to be careful of the five directions: front, back, left, right, and above your head.

It's not the moment you've floated your body in the air.

You can be attacked from all directions.

It's not easy for one person to defend all directions.

Can't you just raise your protective qi?

That's not easy either.

It's a situation where you're already using a considerable amount of internal energy by soaring into the air.

An ordinary martial artist cannot raise their protective qi as they wish in an extremely short moment.

In the end, you have to protect only the dangerous parts with your protective qi, but it's impossible to block all the countless hidden weapons pouring in now.

Moreover, were the assassins who had thrown the hidden weapons ordinary assassins?

The elites of the Wolya Faction.

Even a hidden weapon smaller than a fingernail was filled with a fierce vital energy. Countless hidden weapons, almost covering the entire night sky, were aimed at Cheon Mubaeck.

Although it wasn't a shower of ten thousand flowers, it was a rain of iron close to it.

All the assassins did not doubt that Cheon Mubaeck would fall from the air with hidden weapons stuck all over him.

However, sometimes, belief betrays.

Kagagagagak!

"......!"

The assassins' eyes widened as if they would tear.

Not a single hidden weapon could pierce Cheon Mubaeck's body.

It wasn't protective qi either.

As Cheon Mubaeck extended both his hands, the atmosphere suddenly changed and swirled.

A fierce gust of wind, summoned from somewhere, deflected all the hidden weapons in an instant.

"That crazy!"

The assassins' mouths fell open.

They had seen it many times, crushing the atmosphere with internal energy to forcibly create a gust of wind.

But in that instant, he had created a gust of wind while his body was floating in the air?

"Is that even possible?"

But what could they do?

It had happened right before their eyes.

The gust of wind that had once blown wrapped around Cheon Mubaeck's both hands.

As an immense amount of power was infused into both his hands, the gust of wind swirled and wrapped around like a huge typhoon. A cold chill was added on top of that.

The assassins' faces trembled.

'He's creating a gust of wind by raising his vital energy, and adding a cold chill on top of that...?'

'What kind of operation is that, as if he's using two internal energies at the same time!'

Unfortunately, the assassins' astonishment was cut short there.

Cheon Mubaeck swung both his hands with all his might.

A gust of wind made of vital energy.

On top of that, the surrounding moisture froze, and the gust of wind, with sharp thorns seeping into it everywhere, directly struck the assassins in an instant.

Kwagwagwagwagwagwang!

The roofs, walls, and pillars where the assassins had been hiding were all miserably shattered.

The assassins who had thrown hidden weapons at Cheon Mubaeck were caught in the gust of wind and were miserably crushed.

How could a human body withstand a fierce attack that even buildings made of hard stone and steel could not?

And yet, there were swift assassins who had dodged Cheon Mubaeck's vital energy.

They hadn't completely dodged it. It was like a single net. The ice thorns mixed in the gust of wind had pierced their bodies everywhere, and they were bleeding.

Cheon Mubaeck's brow narrowed as he glanced at the miserable scene he had created.

"Well, they seem to have escaped swiftly."

Among the assassins who had poured hidden weapons on him, there was a particularly sharp presence.

In fact, it was a strike he had unleashed, aiming for him. Cheon Mubaeck had thought he would surely catch him, as he had poured out his own power to a considerable extent.

Among the blood-covered assassins, he could not see the guy. Nor his corpse.

Well, with that sharp a presence, he would have been able to dodge it enough.

Thinking so, at the moment Cheon Mubaeck was about to float his body again.

An arrow was suddenly shot from behind.

Kwadeuk!

Cheon Mubaeck spun around like a thunderbolt and caught the arrow with his hand.

"A crossbow?"

Looking at the short shaft, it was a crossbow.

Cheon Mubaeck looked at the person who had shot the arrow. The wide sleeve of the assassin, who had fallen to the floor covered in blood, was rolled up, revealing a small crossbow worn on his wrist.

It was a modified crossbow specialized for assassination.

In a short moment, Cheon Mubaeck, who had gauged the assassin's skill, smiled faintly.

"It's you."

The sharp presence that Cheon Mubaeck had felt particularly keenly.

It was that assassin.

Moreover, Cheon Mubaeck was quite impressed.

Although he was a guy who had fallen, covered in blood, when he looked closely, the blood he was covered in was not his own.

In that short time, he had disguised himself and had been looking for an opportunity.

"He's a natural-born assassin. Do you know what that means? It means he's a natural-born killer."

The assassin looked at Cheon Mubaeck with an indifferent face.

Cheon Mubaeck caught a glimpse of a fragment of emotion in that face that seemed indifferent.

A considerable amount of bewilderment was clearly visible to his divine eyes.

His pounding heart was not visible on the outside at all, so he was truly a natural-born assassin.

"Why? Are you flustered? Just because I blocked this one arrow?"

Although Cheon Mubaeck brushed off the arrow that had turned to dust in his palm, the assassin was still indifferent.

Cheon Mubaeck just snorted. No matter how well he managed his expression, what was visible beyond his divine eyes was clear.

Well, it wasn't an ordinary arrow. As it was a modified crossbow for assassination, it was properly filled with vital energy.

Perhaps an ordinary martial artist would not be able to block it head-on and would have to dodge it at best.

Moreover, since he had aimed for Cheon Mubaeck's back, the opponent had tried it quite meticulously.

The assassin had a very ordinary impression, looking to be in his early forties.

A common face without any special features that you might have seen once if you walked around the market.

The assassin asked Cheon Mubaeck.

"Where did you come from? How dare you attack the North Sword Society?"

"The North Sword Society, my ass. You Wolya Faction minion."

"..."

The assassin was silent for a moment before asking again.

"Who are you?"

How many times had he heard those words?

If he were to recall his numerous past lives, even the great merchant who was said to be the best at counting would give up counting.

And yet, Cheon Mubaeck answered.

With his shoulders straightened, revealing his appearance for all to see.

Night-traveling clothes, a hood, and a mask.

As if he were proudly showing off.

"Can't you tell by looking? I am an assassin."

"......!"

The assassin's face, which had been so indifferent, contorted for a moment, which was quite an impression.

Cheon Mubaeck clicked his tongue.

"To not even recognize someone from the same industry and to just start swinging your sword, how futile. How futile. To think this industry was so harsh."

The assassin's mouth fell open.

"..."

Who was the one who had come in and poured out his vital energy?

"You have to get your words straight. You guys poured out your hidden weapons first, right? Aigoo. It's the end of the world, the end of the world. To just pour out hidden weapons on someone from the same industry. Damn it. Even the demonic path guys don't do that. Even Neung-heo doesn't do that."

Who was Neung-heo again?

Cheon Mubaeck said so and drew his sword.

"So you have to be punished, right?"

What on earth was this series of strange logic?

The assassin's face contorted bizarrely.

(End of Chapter)