Sword God Reborn

Chapter 262 : I wonder what the grim reaper is doing

"Are you claiming to be an assassin aiming for the head of the North Sword Society's leader?"

A strange light flashed in Cheon Mubaeck's eyes.

It was a little funny that he was introducing himself as the leader of the North Sword Society.

"What North Sword Society leader, you're just a Wolya Faction assassin."

"Although I am an assassin of the Wolya Faction, I am also the leader of the North Sword Society."

"Don't you think the original leader of the North Sword Society would be dumbfounded if he heard that?"

"That's impossible. Because he was buried under the ground 20 years ago. I received the position of leader from them and have ruled the North Sword Society, so I am the leader of the North Sword Society."

"Oh, really."

"And you are not an assassin either. There is no mad assassin among the assassins of the Central Plains who would try to kill an assassin of the Wolya Faction."

Cheon Mubaeck shook his head. Although the leader of the North Sword Society was a decent opponent, it was far from his original purpose.

'Well, he's not good enough to be seen as the King of Assassins.'

If he were the King of Assassins, he wouldn't be just at this level.

The level of the leader of the North Sword Society was similar to the special-grade assassins he had met so far. Although he had a deeper feeling due to his experience, it was not a huge difference.

"There are also mad assassins in the world."

Cheon Mubaeck swung his sword nonchalantly.

Poo-ak!

With a gruesome sound of tearing flesh, a stream of blood shot up.

It seemed as if Cheon Mubaeck's sword was heading for the leader of the North Sword Society like a thunderbolt, but it suddenly changed direction and struck the floor. A stream of blood bubbled up from the deeply embedded floor.

"......!"

The corner of the North Sword Society leader's eye trembled.

The life of one assassin who had been hiding in a truly absurd way had been extinguished. The reason the North Sword Society leader's heart was agitated was not simply because one assassin had died.

How many assassins had already died, swept away by that formidable vital energy?

'He had noticed all the hiding? Then...'

At that moment, Cheon Mubaeck stomped his foot (震脚) strongly.

Kwaang!

The floor collapsed greatly, and the ground shook. There was a wide space under the floor. It was a basement. Cheon Mubaeck's body plunged down among the assassins who were fiercely aiming their swords in the basement.

Despite the sudden situation, the assassins calmly unleashed all sorts of weapons.

Kagagagak!

Although the hidden weapons, filled with a considerable amount of power, were powerful, Cheon Mubaeck deflected them all lightly.

Like a single rhythm, the sword drew a line with a strange metallic sound. A graceful sword dance unfolded among the assassins.

In the first place, the Iron God Ancient Sword alone was a peerless famous sword.

It had a sharpness that made it not difficult for even a beginner who was holding a sword for the first time to cut a person with just the power of the sword.

And the user of the sword was none other than Cheon Mubaeck.

Was it said that a master does not blame his tools?

If you thought about those words differently, what kind of power would be displayed if a true master held the best masterpiece?

The miserable scene unfolding before the eyes of the North Sword Society leader now proved that.

Cheon Mubaeck had no hesitation.

Stabbing, cutting, and swinging.

A series of movements flowed naturally like water. In the beauty that was like unfolding a sword dance, it looked as if the bodies of the assassins were being sucked in and torn to shreds.

The leader of the North Sword Society shouted in a relatively cold tone.

"Now."

Kkigigik-!

The surrounding walls and broken furniture moved with a strange sound.

Beyond the sacrifice of the assassins, the mechanism formation was activated.

The reason the leader of the North Sword Society could maintain his composure was thanks to the existence of the mechanism formation.

Although he was astonished by the opponent's formidable skill, in the end, he was a body of flesh and blood.

He would not be able to get out of that mechanism formation with his body intact.

'But... my heart is not at ease.'

The leader of the North Sword Society shook his head at the anxiety that was rising in a corner of his heart.

He tried to console himself by thinking that it was probably because too many assassins had been sacrificed.

But at the scene that followed, he realized what the source of that anxiety was.

Kwaaang! Kwaaang!

"Wh-what is that...!"

The pupils of the North Sword Society leader shook violently.

Cheon Mubaeck, without caring in the slightest, randomly emitted his vital energy.

Vital energy was, in fact, an advanced study. A technique of processing the internal energy accumulated in the dantian into a sharp and powerful form, and expressing it outside to strike the opponent.

It was fatal to control the direction and strike the desired target, but it was by no means easy.

The ability to precisely control the vital energy towards the target it was being emitted at was essential, requiring extreme concentration and perfect qi control.

Meticulous calculation, innate talent, and numerous experiences had to follow.

But what if you didn't set the target precisely? No, what if you didn't need to?

The result was captured in his vision.

Kwaaang! Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaang!

An indiscriminate attack that did not distinguish between friend and foe. As long as he was focused only on emitting a stronger power.

Here, there was no one who could block Cheon Mubaeck's vital energy even once.

All sorts of blades smeared with poison, awls that shot up as the floor collapsed, and even arrows that poured in from both sides.

All of them were miserably shattered by Cheon Mubaeck's vital energy. It wasn't just the mechanisms. The assassins who had thrown their lives away like straw also died without fail.

At that point, the leader of the North Sword Society keenly felt that things had gone wrong.

As soon as the commotion had occurred at the main gate, he had felt something was strange and had prepared a large number of elite assassins.

They were all dying.

A long sigh came out on its own.

'Even if I survive, how can I recover from this loss today!'

A person who was carrying out a miserable slaughter of the assassins of the Wolya Faction without looking back and forth, without fearing the consequences, or even thinking about them.

There was only one.

'Was the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero at this level!'

Although he hadn't recognized him at first in his night-traveling attire and hood, the whole situation pointed to who he was.

It was Cheon Mubaeck.

The heart of the leader of the North Sword Society ached.

'What should I do to overcome this crisis...!'

In a short moment, as all the mechanisms were shattered by Cheon Mubaeck's vital energy, and the assassins who were throwing their bodies to somehow stick their blades into his body were turning into a handful of blood, he racked his brain.

There was only one answer.

'Even if I can't live, I have to save the Wolya Faction.'

The determined thought of the leader of the North Sword Society soon led to action.

He had to buy even a moment of time.

He saw Cheon Mubaeck, who had shattered all the mechanisms with his attacks and was now spreading his majesty in all directions.

'...Time, that's all I can do.'

He was an opponent he couldn't resist.

A single word came to the mind of the leader of the North Sword Society.

'Invincible!'

Invincible itself.

That was Cheon Mubaeck.

'Even if the Faction Lord were to step forward, he wouldn't be able to win. Because such a person has attacked, all the bases of our Wolya Faction have been broken. The lifeblood of the Wolya Faction depends on this.'

The fact that the lifeblood of the Wolya Faction was being cut meant that the long history of assassins in the martial world was being cut.

The way to preserve the lifeblood was simple.

'The Faction Lord must live.'

Even if only the King of Assassins existed, the Wolya Faction would not collapse.

An assassin sect could exist depending on how well it succeeded in its assassinations.

The man who could assassinate anyone in the world if he had time was the King of Assassins.

To be honest, the leader of the North Sword Society believed that the King of Assassins could even assassinate Cheon Mubaeck.

The blade of the King of Assassins, who seeped into the darkness and looked for an opportunity, could kill even Cheon Mubaeck.

But a head-on confrontation was different. For an assassin, there was nothing more fatal than a head-on confrontation. This was the reason why the renowned assassins of the Wolya Faction were dying in droves.

Even if the King of Assassins were to step forward now, he would die at the hands of Cheon Mubaeck.

A head-on confrontation had to be absolutely avoided.

'So if the King of Assassins just stays alive, that bastard can die at any time.'

Believing so, the leader of the North Sword Society made a decision.

He would give his life here. And he would protect. The existence of the Wolya Faction.

At the same time as his decision, the dagger of the leader of the North Sword Society spewed a blue light.

Was it because it was the middle of the night?

The blue light flashed particularly brightly under the moonlit night. It flashed as if a firelight were being charged. It was a light of a fierce vital energy that could be recognized at a glance even from a distance.

At that moment, Cheon Mubaeck's blade pierced the chest of the leader of the North Sword Society.

"...Keok!"

The eyes of the leader of the North Sword Society widened as if they would tear. A gaze filled with a light of disbelief that was hard to believe fell on the Iron God Ancient Sword that had pierced his chest.

The stream of blood seeping into the black ink-colored light was particularly clear.

"Why...?"

His trembling voice lost its strength. The leader of the North Sword Society, even as his breath became short and his focus blurred, had a question that suddenly shot up.

A strike like a flash of lightning.

He couldn't even react. He couldn't see it. He couldn't feel its presence.

It wasn't a flash-like strike.

Because if it were a flash, you could hear and see it with sound and light.

This was like a ghost.

The sword of a messenger that cuts off one's breath at some point, without anyone knowing, without anyone noticing.

Cheon Mubaeck smiled.

"I told you. I am an assassin."

This was the sword of an assassin.

Assassinating the opponent without them even noticing.

The question of the leader of the North Sword Society deepened at the wordplay that continued even in that final situation.

He opened his mouth to ask.

But no voice came out. Only a groan came out, and all he could do was gasp.

He was curious.

'If he had this much skill, in the first place...'

Was there a need to face those hiding assassins?

Was there a need to destroy that mechanism formation?

'He could have killed me in an instant at any time.'

A skill that could have killed him at any time he pleased, if he had put his mind to it.

But why hadn't he?

Why had he watched and waited as he had used all sorts of paltry tricks?

That question lingered in his mind until the moment his life was cut off.

Just before it was cut off.

The leader of the North Sword Society trembled as he saw the strange smile in Cheon Mubaeck's eyes.

'...He was waiting.'

For the fact that he would eventually send a signal.

He had known and had waited.

* * *

"Well, you're damn slow."

Cheon Mubaeck clicked his tongue and pulled out the sword that had pierced his chest.

There was no pity in Cheon Mubaeck's eyes as he looked at the corpse that was collapsing powerlessly.

Rather, a faint disgust appeared.

"The Demonic Path or you guys. You're all the same in your blind obedience."

Although Cheon Mubaeck's original purpose was the destruction of the Wolya Faction, it was not to annihilate all the assassins.

In the end, the existence of assassins would appear again somewhere.

Rather, his plan was to tear them to shreds and disperse their power. Then, far from cooperating with the Demonic Path forces, including the Blood Demon Valley, they would be busy fighting among themselves, split up.

But things had gone wrong.

"It seems the King of Assassins wielded absolute power."

The King of Assassins had not stepped forward even once. He had absolutely not revealed himself.

It was a rare occurrence for the leader of a sect to not appear even when all his subordinates were dying.

Cheon Mubaeck had already guessed.

"He probably thought it would be a good thing if he could kill me by throwing all the assassins at me, and if not, he was planning to flee."

The King of Assassins was in this mansion. He had definitely been caught by Cheon Mubaeck's qi sense.

The problem was that the King of Assassins was not called the King of Assassins for nothing.

As the King of Assassins had gritted his teeth and had hidden his presence, it was difficult for even Cheon Mubaeck to distinguish his exact location.

So he had waited.

'He'll either appear to kill me, or he'll watch the situation and then flee.'

If he moves, I'll feel it.

No matter how carefully he moves, Cheon Mubaeck, who is watching closely, will surely feel it.

He had beaten all the assassins to death. So he had thought he would appear, unable to bear it.

He had not appeared. He had not budged. But when the leader of the North Sword Society had finally emitted his vital energy with a determined face, a minute presence had been felt.

"That must have been the signal to flee. That he couldn't be faced."

Cheon Mubaeck, who knew the physiology of assassins well, thought so.

Even if the Wolya Faction disappeared, if the King of Assassins survived, the Wolya Faction would eventually be revived.

In any case, the King of Assassins had finally revealed his presence.

This fight would not end just by destroying all the bases and killing the assassins as they came.

The moniker of the King of Assassins was not given for nothing.

Of course, Cheon Mubaeck did not dream that he would be assassinated by the King of Assassins.

But what about the other people?

The leaders of the Righteous Alliance? The family of the Azure Star Escort Agency? The subordinates of the Demon Repelling Squad? Zhuge Seol-ah?

If the King of Assassins made up his mind and hid, looking for an opportunity, someone would surely die.

So Cheon Mubaeck was determined to kill the King of Assassins.

"I wonder what the grim reaper is doing. I'm even taking the head of the King of Assassins for him. If I succeed in going to the afterlife later, I'll have to collect this debt twofold."

Cheon Mubaeck's figure suddenly shot up.

In his vision, a figure that was leaving the mansion and hiding in the mountains was caught.

It was the King of Assassins.

(End of Chapter)