Sword God Reborn

Chapter 263 : Just let me live!

The King of Assassins was indeed a figure worthy of the moniker, the king of assassins.

As he fled with his presence completely concealed, the pursuit itself was difficult.

But if he had stayed still, it would have been a different story.

As long as one is human, as long as one is a living being, when one moves, the subtle flow of qi is bound to change.

At the very least, the external qi surrounding a person would subtly fluctuate.

It was a kind of thing that even the most formidable masters could not do anything about.

Thoroughly hiding the internal energy in one's own body was also an advanced study.

To control even the flow of external qi while fleeing in a hurry was, in common sense, a wrong statement.

Just the ability to hide one's internal energy was enough to avoid the gazes of masters. Who would react sensitively to and track even the flow of external qi?

"Well, you're damn good at running away."

Only one person.

Cheon Mubaeck clicked his tongue and meticulously pursued the King of Assassins.

"Well, if you fail while doing an assassin's job, the most important thing is to flee and hide your body. Since he's the best at that, isn't he the King of Assassins?"

During the pursuit, Cheon Mubaeck had lost the presence of the King of Assassins several times.

He was that fast and secretive. But the distance between Cheon Mubaeck and the King of Assassins, far from widening, had narrowed.

Pingpingpingpingpingping!

Through the wide-open upper dantian, an immense amount of qi flowed majestically like a great river.

Although the flow was majestic and profound, and very slow, it was extremely wide and deep.

It was a simple principle.

Just as a child, no matter how fiercely they run, cannot catch up to an adult's long strides.

The flow of qi that Cheon Mubaeck controlled had now entered the absolute realm, becoming wider and deeper.

"He turned left, and then straight. He's pretending to go deep into the bushes and then making a big detour. His actions are quite cute. Very."

Cheon Mubaeck sneered.

He doesn't see. He doesn't hear. He hides his senses. Instead, he concentrated all the senses of his entire body on his upper dantian. Paradoxically, the Hevean Shaking Soul Art had assimilated with the surrounding external qi as if it were one body. The entire flow of qi was transmitted to Cheon Mubaeck.

Even the fact that the King of Assassins' direction had changed, and even the flow of qi that formed a wave around the ground the King of Assassins had stepped on.

The absolute realm.

The highest realm, the divine realm, where a person could be said to be close to a god.

Cheon Mubaeck, who had reached the absolute realm, which many people in the divine realm didn't even know existed, showed a power that was literally not human.

The Hevean Shaking Soul Art of the upper dantian had undergone another rapid change after reaching the absolute realm.

The total amount of its own internal energy had not increased rapidly.

Even before, it was the Hevean Shaking Soul Art that could interfere with the flow of external qi.

In the present, the Hevean Shaking Soul Art had assimilated with the surrounding external qi as if it were one.

What did this mean?

"Try to run away to the end. Tsk. Wouldn't it be nice if you just got caught easily?"

The King of Assassins was struggling to escape from the palm of Cheon Mubaeck's hand.

The fleeing King of Assassins was also at his wit's end.

'They say the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero is a master of pursuit and had rescued the daughter of the Zhuge family. It seems that statement is indeed true!'

The King of Assassins let out a sigh.

Although he was hiding his presence as much as possible, Cheon Mubaeck was chasing him openly, without even hiding.

He was an assassin sensitive to qi. There was no way the King of Assassins, who had reached the highest realm among assassins, could not feel the presence of the chasing Cheon Mubaeck.

But paradoxically, the King of Assassins lamented that.

He could feel it too well.

The opponent was chasing him fiercely without even thinking of hiding his presence.

Even if the King of Assassins used a few tricks to change direction, or took a different path, he chased him like a ghost.

That was a demonstration.

A demonstration that no matter how well he hid, no matter how well he fled, he could be chased to the end.

So wasn't he chasing him fiercely, openly revealing his presence like that?

The King of Assassins let out a groan. His complexion was gradually turning pale.

'To think it would come to this. To this. No matter how much assassins are unable to display their skills in a head-on confrontation with martial artists... how can he bring down the Wolya Faction by himself!'

The Wolya Faction had always faced danger.

But it had not collapsed.

The method was simple. Because it was enough to hide in their bases and crouch.

But Cheon Mubaeck was different.

'In the history of the martial world, has there ever been a person who held the information power of the Beggars' Sect and the Hanamun in both hands!'

His body trembled on its own. There had been no such thing.

Who could wield the information power of the two major information organizations of the martial world like a family heirloom?

The leader of the Martial Arts Alliance? The number one master in the world?

Yes, let's say they could.

But it was on a different dimension from simply handing over information.

'The Wolya Faction is an assassin. And yet, it is bound to the martial world. The moment you are bound to the martial world, you swim in the waves of grudges and favors.'

It was natural for the assassins to hold a grudge against the Beggars' Sect and the Hanamun, who had given out their information.

Naturally, a bloody retaliation would follow.

For the King of Assassins, it was not easy to understand.

'Have the Beggars' Sect beggars and the Hanamun's bastards gone mad?'

The reason Cheon Mubaeck was chasing them like this was because the power of the two information organizations was great.

It was not a simple information transaction, but the result of activating the information power of the two organizations to the maximum.

He had no choice but to think that the Beggars' Sect and the Hanamun had gone mad.

What would they do if they were retaliated against?

If that wasn't enough, the King of Assassins had issued an unlimited assassination order on the martial artists related to Cheon Mubaeck.

Although he had issued an unlimited assassination order, he had only heard news that the assassinations of the key figures were failing one after another.

At best, he had only killed a few small fry.

"......!"

Only then did the King of Assassins understand why Cheon Mubaeck was pushing them so hard. And the actions of the Beggars' Sect and the Hanamun.

'They are not doubting. They are not doubting that that mere fledgling will bring down this Wolya Faction!'

They were not afraid of the Wolya Faction. The Beggars' Sect, the Hanamun, and the Righteous Alliance.

"They are certain that the Wolya Faction will soon collapse at the hands of the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero!"

So they were helping Cheon Mubaeck with all their might.

An unlimited assassination order?

The effect of an assassin's assassination is maximized because it is done without the target knowing.

But if they were prepared in advance, it was not easy to succeed.

Rather, it had only shown the result of the assassins dying miserably.

'It was a self-defeating move. A self-defeating move!'

The King of Assassins trembled.

'That mere fledgling, who is only twenty years old, is trusted by the masters of the Orthodox Path. To the extent that they even trust his statement that he can destroy the Wolya Faction?'

It was a mistake.

He had misjudged the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero.

A new master of the Orthodox Path and the future number one in the world.

Although this alone was an immense evaluation, the King of Assassins' judgment of what kind of existence he was accepted as in the Orthodox martial world was completely wrong.

'The new focal point of the upcoming Righteous-Demonic War and the new Azure Sky Sword God.'

The only existence that could be given absolute trust.

The King of Assassins gritted his teeth.

'Then the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero will surely destroy the Wolya Faction.'

It was not just destroying the sect called the Wolya Faction.

His goal would be to uproot even the source.

Killing all the assassins, and burning all the potential that the assassins possessed.

As his thoughts reached that point, the feet of the fleeing King of Assassins came to a halt.

"With that kind of determination, can I flee?"

He asked himself, and the answer was no.

The King of Assassins' original plan was that if Cheon Mubaeck were to attack, he would mobilize the assassins to the maximum and then take his own life.

But he had failed. So he had thought of the next plan.

He would hide thoroughly, whether in the martial world or in the distant West.

He would hide for years, decades, or until his own life was cut off, and look for an opportunity.

In the long course of time, there was bound to be an opportunity once.

Then, as an assassin, he would stab his neck in the darkness.

This was the King of Assassins' plan now.

But if Cheon Mubaeck had made a terrible determination, could he really flee?

Impossible.

The King of Assassins' head was spinning.

Chak!

At that moment, he felt a presence behind him.

The King of Assassins bit his lip and turned around. Cheon Mubaeck shrugged his shoulders with an annoyed expression.

"How does it feel? To be the Monkey King on the palm of the Buddha?"

"..."

"No. It's not right to call a guy who just stabs from behind the Monkey King. Even the Monkey King who wore the golden fillet, yes. That's not it."

"...Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero."

"Now, you've realized the reality, right? Will you commit suicide? Or will you die by my sword?"

It was Cheon Mubaeck, speaking with a merciful face as if he were doing him a favor.

But the content was not merciful.

Because either choice meant death.

The King of Assassins swallowed a groan.

Although he had reached the supreme realm of being the king of assassins, he could not win as an assassin in a head-on confrontation.

Cheon Mubaeck was, literally, an orthodox martial artist.

To fight such an opponent head-on was a suicidal act, even for the King of Assassins.

The King of Assassins made a decision.

Cheon Mubaeck, who had sensed the look in his determined expression, nodded and drew his sword.

Well.

Who would choose suicide? At the very least, since he was a person who was called by the immense moniker of the King of Assassins.

Cheon Mubaeck, even if he was an assassin, praised the realm he had achieved.

In a single stroke.

"I'll kill you cleanly... huh?"

Teolseok!

It was then.

Cheon Mubaeck's body, which had been drawing his sword while speaking, stopped.

The King of Assassins, who he had not doubted would fight back with a determined face, had suddenly knelt down.

No, he hadn't just knelt.

He had slammed his forehead on the floor and had cried out earnestly.

"Just let me live! Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero!"

"...This was not in my calculations."

At the sight of the King of Assassins earnestly begging for his life at the last moment, Cheon Mubaeck's expression became strange.

* * *

"Hah. Have you no pride?"

"Just let me live! I will give you everything! The Wolya Faction, the command of the assassins, and all the authority as the King of Assassins! If you wish, I will be your true servant!"

Cheon Mubaeck, who had not expected him to beg for his life like this, narrowed his brow.

Such cases were not common in the martial world.

It was more common to die while showing off one's bravado, to the point of being foolish.

This was.

'Should I say he's smart? Or does it mean his own life is that precious?'

The latter was a little funny.

He had killed other people's lives without hesitation, like a farmer harvesting crops with a sickle, but his own life was precious?

'It must be both.'

Cheon Mubaeck felt like he knew the guy's scheme.

He was a sword called the King of Assassins. A good sword that any martial artist would want to have.

The King of Assassins had, in a sense, proposed a deal to save his life in exchange for offering it.

'But certainly...'

It wasn't a bad proposal.

To the extent that even the great Cheon Mubaeck was momentarily tempted.

'But the fact that it's fatal doesn't just apply to my enemies.'

It was a double-edged sword.

If you swung it wrongly, the one swinging it could also get hurt.

Cheon Mubaeck stared at the King of Assassins for a moment before speaking.

"Can you kill the Blood Buddha?"

"...It's possible."

A moment of hesitation.

Cheon Mubaeck chuckled.

"But you need time, is that it?"

"...That's right. The Blood Buddha is the strongest in the Blood Demon Valley. I have faced him once. I can kill him, but I need a long time."

Cheon Mubaeck shook his head.

Then it was not necessary.

You need time?

"It would be faster for me to find him and kill him before that."

"......!"

At that, the King of Assassins' complexion turned pale.

Cheon Mubaeck clicked his tongue. The King of Assassins truly cherished his own life.

In a way, he even looked like a petty person.

'Well, that's why he's an assassin. Even though he's good with a sword.'

Cheon Mubaeck decided to cut off the King of Assassins' head.

At that, the King of Assassins, who had felt the killing intent, moved urgently. As an assassin sensitive to killing intent, he had felt Cheon Mubaeck's decision.

"But I can kill someone else. Who do you want?"

At that urgent appearance, a mischievous thought came to Cheon Mubaeck for a moment.

"Gun Cheon-ak."

"......!"

The King of Assassins' body stiffened. Like a stone. Then, he glared at Cheon Mubaeck with a gloomy face.

Cheon Mubaeck snorted.

It was clear that he had understood the intention behind the words he had thrown.

Because he had said the name of a person who could not be killed.

"It's impossible. It's impossible. To say an impossible person means you have no intention of saving me in the end."

"What. You're the King of Assassins. You can't kill just one person? You're not even asking for time like with the Blood Buddha?"

It was a natural thing. In the first place, he was not an opponent that assassination would work on.

But at the King of Assassins' words that followed, Cheon Mubaeck's face hardened slightly.

"How can I succeed in an assassination to kill a person who is already dead! I have folded all my pride and am asking for my life, Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero! Do you really intend to kill everything of the Wolya Faction!"

"What? A dead person?"

Cheon Mubaeck's voice sank deeply.

A dead person.

Gun Cheon-ak.

He was.

"The Heavenly Demon is a dead person?"

It was the name of the previous Heavenly Demon.

(End of Chapter)