Sword God Reborn

Chapter 273 : Hey, Do It Again

Cheon Mubaeck rarely showed any emotional fluctuations.

No matter how shocking an event unfolded before his eyes, he wouldn't even bat an eyelash.

It wasn't just because Cheon Mubaeck was a man of iron will.

'There's hardly anything to be surprised about.'

He had experienced most things.

Countless past lives.

Moreover, he had spent all his lives in the martial world. From the time the martial world was born until now.

He had witnessed countless strange events that others would be lucky to see even once in their lifetime.

Such a Cheon Mubaeck had shown a rare emotional change on his face.

Twitch.

Cheon Mubaeck's eyebrow twitched.

"Oh?"

And a considerable amount of admiration came out of his mouth.

"Well, well, the second-in-command of the Blood Demon Valley is nothing special. My lord, is this old man really the second-in-command? Isn't he just an old martial artist with dementia?"

"Damn it!"

Kagagak!

Fierce sparks flew as the saber and the sharp sword were madly entangled.

Cheon Mubaeck, at the situation unfolding before his eyes, unknowingly looked at Neung-heo with a new gaze.

"Neung-heo. You haven't been just playing around, have you?"

"Hahahaha. I am Neung-heo, Neung-heo. The One-Eyed Serpent Neung-heo. This old man with dementia is nothing!"

It was none other than Neung-heo who was showing a balanced fight against the Ghost Demon.

The difference in their skills was clear.

The Ghost Demon was an old monster who had single-handedly pushed back Gok Ji-heum, Hwangbo Sung, Tang Su-gun, So-hang, and Zhuge Seol-ah.

Not to mention his skill, the immense total amount of internal energy he had accumulated throughout his life was even distant.

It was natural that Neung-heo, who was from a mere black path, was an opponent he couldn't do anything about.

But the form of the fight unfolding before his eyes was completely unexpected.

Kakang!

"Keut!"

The Ghost Demon groaned and took two steps back.

At the same time, surprise appeared on both their faces.

"I was pushed back?"

The Ghost Demon was shocked at the fact that he had stepped back during the offense and defense.

"Wow. What is this? Was I hiding my strength or something?"

Neung-heo also couldn't hide his surprise at the scene he had created.

But Cheon Mubaeck, who was watching, understood why the development was like this.

'He's quite tired. Quite.'

The problem was that the Ghost Demon's physical condition was very serious.

He must have exhausted all his internal energy while running to Henan without rest.

Not only his internal energy, but his mental strength was also exhausted.

Rather, in that state, it was amazing that he was holding on that much against Neung-heo, who was also quite something.

But Neung-heo, not knowing that, was laughing, full of excitement.

"Hahahaha. See, old man. No, you eccentric demonic master with dementia. This is the Neung-heo Left Sword. The Neung-heo Left Sword. A peerless martial art, and the user's level is also not ordinary, right? Go and tell the demonic path bastards. How the Neung-heo Left Sword is!"

"Damn it!"

It was a very funny scene. Neung-heo was proud of the fact that he was pushing back the Ghost Demon, and the Ghost Demon, knowing his own physical condition well, couldn't hold back his anger but couldn't rashly attempt an attack.

He had started the fight after being caught by Neung-heo's provocation that was not a provocation, but as he fought, he had realized it. That his body was not normal.

But to withdraw his saber here would hurt his pride.

Neung-heo was a guy with quick wits. Especially in a fight, his wits were second to none.

Neung-heo, who prided himself on not being pushed back by anyone in terms of vileness.

He immediately saw through the Ghost Demon's hesitation and laughed, pushing him even more fiercely.

"Hehehe. My lord, I will make my name known at this opportunity. That I have caught the great demonic master of the Blood Demon Valley."

The Ghost Demon's eyes turned white at the mouth that did not rest even while using his sword. Cheon Mubaeck, who thought he would end up in a mutual destruction at this rate, clicked his tongue and intervened.

"That's enough. Stop it. You've won. Neung-heo."

"Damn it! What are you doing now!"

"Are you going to fight more? I have no intention of stopping you if you want to fight more, but then, spit out everything you know before you fight. Because it's all for nothing if you die."

"..."

The Ghost Demon closed his mouth and withdrew his saber. But his eyes, full of dissatisfaction, shot a fierce light at Neung-heo. His lips twisted and a harsh voice came out.

"One-Eyed Serpent Neung-heo. Since my body is not in a normal condition now, I will admit defeat in this match. But after I recover my body, I will repay this humiliation."

"The old man must have dementia. If you lose, you lose, you talk too much. Even the black path doesn't do that. Ah. Does the demonic path do that?"

"......!"

Cheon Mubaeck, who found the sight of the Ghost Demon being tormented by Neung-heo quite funny and wanted to watch more, felt the need to stop.

'This bastard. Does he really think he's stronger than the Ghost Demon?'

He seemed to be mistaken that his own skills had improved, not knowing that the Ghost Demon was tired and not in a proper condition.

Wasn't it just perfect for him to get stabbed with a sword somewhere at this rate?

"Neung-heo, withdraw your sword. We'll do it with a skilled person later."

"Hehe. My lord, my skills have definitely improved, haven't they?"

"Yes, they've improved. They've improved. Is that enough?"

Cheon Mubaeck, who had become annoyed, waved his hand.

"Oh, oh, why is your tone like that?"

"...Huh?"

At Neung-heo's strangely shortened tone, a hollow laugh came out of Cheon Mubaeck.

Look at this?

"Your words are short?"

"Well, what's short and long about words?"

"...I guess I've been away for too long. Or maybe I didn't know that you, Neung-heo, are a fool who would forget all that just because you haven't been hit for a while."

"My lord, let's have a match."

"..."

Was it said that if a person is too surprised, they can't speak?

Cheon Mubaeck was experiencing that strange phenomenon.

"Wow. I've lived a long time, but this is the first time I've been this flustered. Are you completely crazy?"

"Crazy, I just want to test it once. I've only been beaten every time I've had a duel with you, my lord, but now, don't you think I'll be better than before? Although I have no thought of winning."

Neung-heo's expression was quite serious.

Cheon Mubaeck clicked his tongue and took out his sword. Well, Neung-heo's skills had definitely improved. To the extent that even Cheon Mubaeck's eyes could see it. Moreover, he himself had gained confidence by pushing back the Ghost Demon.

He probably wanted to confirm it.

"Yes. I'll give you a handicap."

Cheon Mubaeck showed his generosity.

Neung-heo grinned.

"Hehehe. I don't think I'll win in the first place, but I'll give you one hit. Where should I hit you..."

Cheon Mubaeck sighed.

It seemed he had to put aside his generosity.

* * *

"..."

The Ghost Demon stared blankly at Neung-heo with a strange gaze.

Looking at the face with both eyes bruised black like a panda, a hollow laugh came out.

'A foolish fellow.'

To think he would challenge Cheon Mubaeck to a match. It was amazing that his limbs were not broken and were still attached.

'His skills are certainly not bad.'

That's why he had been pushed back like that. No matter how much his internal energy and mental strength were exhausted.

'Still, you have to look at the opponent you're challenging.'

He was planning to give him a proper lesson once his body condition recovered.

As the Ghost Demon was thinking various things and looking at him, Neung-heo threw a word.

"What are you looking at. You weak old man."

"...What?"

"What are you so surprised about? I lost to my lord. Did I lose to you? Where are you looking at me with such a pathetic gaze? You're the one who got beaten by me. I'll just gouge out your eyes."

"......!"

The Ghost Demon grabbed the back of his neck and trembled, shooting up. His bloodshot eyes stood out as if they would pop out.

How much had he been compared to while being tormented by Cheon Mubaeck? A guy worse than Neung-heo, a guy uglier than Neung-heo, a guy more frustrating than Neung-heo...

And even though it was a defeat he had suffered because his body condition was not good, how could he give a person such a sense of humiliation?

The demonic path was also a martial artist.

They did not ridicule a defeated martial artist.

Huh? He's doing something that even the demonic path doesn't do?

While Neung-heo was being beaten in the guise of a duel with Cheon Mubaeck, the Ghost Demon had finished a minimum of breathing exercises.

Although it was not a perfect condition, it was better than before. Even with just this much, he would be able to smash that Neung-heo's face.

"How dare a fledgling who doesn't know the height of the sky, believing in his insignificant skill!"

"You're damn weak."

"Hey, do it again!"

"No, I won't."

"......!"

The Ghost Demon staggered, foaming at the mouth. Neung-heo smiled slyly.

'Am I crazy? Am I going to fight again?'

He had really thought his skills had improved remarkably.

If he was the second-in-command of the Blood Demon Valley, wasn't he the best among the strong people he had met so far?

Moreover, he was in a stronger tier than the various masters Cheon Mubaeck had faced.

Since he had won a decision against such an opponent, it was not strange to think that his own skills had improved.

So he had challenged Cheon Mubaeck.

The thought of winning? He hadn't even dreamed of it. But although he had only been hit so far, couldn't he give him one proper hit?

He had entered the fight with that thought. Even if he were beaten to the brink of death, just one hit. If he just hit him once, it seemed all the sorrow that had accumulated would be released.

'No way. Do you boil a soup with a spiritual medicine? What's with the growing stronger being faster than kids growing up?'

Far from one hit, he had been beaten more mercilessly than before.

Only then did he feel it.

Although his skills had improved, it was a delusion that he had pushed back the Ghost Demon.

The Ghost Demon's current presence, who had finished a short breathing exercise, was clearly different from before.

He keenly felt the overwhelming presence.

Neung-heo knew. That if he fought now, he would lose a hundred out of a hundred.

So he had deliberately ignored the Ghost Demon. Of course, the Ghost Demon was angry and was running wild, but what could he do? If he was wronged, he shouldn't have lost.

"But why did you suddenly come back without any contact?"

"Was there nothing special? No suspicious guys loitering around?"

"There was nothing special?"

"Then they haven't come yet."

"Is someone aiming for Henan?"

"The Blood Buddha."

"...Who is that with such a murderous moniker?"

"The head of the Blood Demon Valley."

Neung-heo's eyes widened. To think it was the leader of the Blood Demon Valley they had been fighting against.

Moreover, to think that he was aiming for Henan Province.

Neung-heo anew swept his chest.

"So that's why you came, my lord."

It was a relief. If Cheon Mubaeck hadn't come, wouldn't he have been helpless against the leader of the Blood Demon Valley?

Of course, he would be safe if he stayed in the Azure Star Escort Agency, where the Guardian Array of Wondrous Questions was installed, but all the foundations that the escort agency and the Lotus Pavilion had built up would be destroyed.

Cheon Mubaeck chuckled.

"Why? You'll face him."

"I'll face him?"

"Since you've beaten the Ghost Demon, isn't it worth a try for the number one spot now?"

Neung-heo's face became serious.

"Am I crazy?"

"Well, you haven't completely lost your mind."

"My mind, which had gone out, came back after being hit a few times by you, my lord."

"It's not for nothing that I'm the Hanam Divine. I even cure mental illness."

"Should I say thank you?"

"It seems you're not completely cured yet?"

"I'm completely cured."

The Ghost Demon stared blankly at the two who were exchanging idle jokes.

No, if they were just going to talk such pathetic nonsense, why on earth had they run all the way here like crazy?

Cheon Mubaeck, who had felt his gaze, turned his head.

"Ghost Demon. Go in and refresh yourself. In that state, far from the Blood Buddha, you'll die at the hands of the Blood Buddha's underlings."

"Don't ignore me!"

"Yes, the guy who was defeated by Neung-heo."

"Damn it!"

The Ghost Demon went into the Lotus Pavilion, panting with a red face. Neung-heo clicked his tongue. He muttered that he was an old man with a bad personality.

"Is it okay to leave that person alone?"

"Why?"

"Isn't he a demonic master, a demonic master?"

"He's a guy full of greed."

"A greedy demonic master, this is dangerous."

"A greedy guy is easy to deal with. You just have to satisfy that greed."

"Well, you'll take care of it, my lord."

"Let's walk to the escort agency."

Cheon Mubaeck said so and walked. Neung-heo's pupils, who was following behind, became strange.

'This is not the way.'

This was not the direction to the Azure Star Escort Agency.

It was a path that led away from the Azure Star Escort Agency and the Lotus Pavilion.

They left the shopping district, and also left the residential area, and gradually entered a deserted road.

Although Neung-heo had noticed a strange sign, he did not show it. Cheon Mubaeck also did not show any strange signs on the outside.

"When you used your sword earlier."

Rather, he started a normal conversation. But, an unknown strange tension was lingering in the surroundings.

(End of Chapter)