Sword God Reborn

Chapter 275 : Have you ever tried it like crazy?

"...You are truly mocking this one."

To not use one arm in a life-or-death battle?

The Blood Buddha could absolutely not maintain a Buddha-like face.

The Blood Buddha's face, having cast off everything, was no different from a fierce and evil god. His face, which was truly like a demon's, contorted violently as he let out a hot breath.

Cheon Mubaeck smiled coldly.

"Mocking, my ass. It means I'll face you at your level. Is this your first or second day in the martial world? It's a virtue of the martial world to give a handicap to a lower-level opponent. You old monster."

"You're a madman. Are you blinded by your momentum after catching the Poison Demon or the Ghost Demon?"

"Oh, my. Aren't the Poison Demon and the Ghost Demon your seniors?"

"The demonic path is a world where the strong are respected! Only rank exists."

"This is why I hate the demonic path. Anyway, the kids have completely boiled and eaten their manners. Neung-heo. You should teach these kids some Confucianism later. Slowly, starting with the order between the old and the young."

"..."

The Blood Buddha was at a loss for words.

The order between the old and the young... a guy who was surely younger than his grandson if he had one was spewing curses...

"Anyway, this is why the entire martial world gets a bad name because of uneducated old guys like you. Because they think this is the average of martial world warriors. Tsk, tsk. Damn it. Because of an old bastard like you, huh? I'm so embarrassed that I can't go anywhere and say I'm a martial world warrior."

Hoo-woong!

The Blood Buddha rushed in like a thunderbolt.

His wide-open pair of palms were put forward and then curled into a circle. The moment they were clenched into a fist, the atmosphere shook violently.

Kwaang!

An immense shockwave violently tore through the atmosphere and struck Cheon Mubaeck in an instant.

Cheon Mubaeck's pupils twitched as he recognized what kind of attack it was.

"Well, I've lived a long time and seen all sorts of ridiculous things. A demonic master who uses the Hundred-Step Divine Fist."

The shockwave was not a qi wave made of simple vital energy. It was the fist force of the Hundred-Step Divine Fist, which was said to tear through the atmosphere and crush even steel and rock. A formidable destructive power that would blow away the upper body if hit directly was transmitted through the skin.

But Cheon Mubaeck, without caring, maintained his posture with one hand behind his back.

"Neung-heo! Look carefully! This is a stab!"

"No, are you trying to block a fist force with a stab?"

Neung-heo, who was watching, was greatly shocked. The best way to deal with a fist force that was transmitted as such a wide shockwave was to dodge. The next best thing was to block it with protective qi.

But Cheon Mubaeck's choice was neither.

With his right hand behind his back, his left foot was put forward, and his right foot was firmly planted on the ground.

"......!"

The Blood Buddha's face, who had unleashed the Hundred-Step Divine Fist, hardened coldly.

'It's like an arrow.'

It was like looking at a tightly drawn bowstring.

And the moment the Blood Buddha's fist force exploded.

Cheon Mubaeck's bent body was instantly stretched out taut.

Like an arrow from a bowstring leaving the string fiercely, Cheon Mubaeck's body shot forward like a flash of lightning.

'A point...?'

At that moment, Neung-heo saw Cheon Mubaeck's entire figure as a single point.

It was an incomprehensible sight.

How could a person look like a single point?

The scene that followed was amazing.

The moment the formless fist force touched the tip of Cheon Mubaeck's sword, it contorted and then shattered like glass.

"......!"

The Blood Buddha had no time to be surprised. Cheon Mubaeck's fierce stab dug into the space without him knowing.

Pong! Pong! Pong! Pong!

Every time the stab pierced through the space, the compressed atmosphere tore, letting out a strange sound. Although it was a sound that might seem funny, the result was not at all laughable.

The Blood Buddha's face hardened.

The mercilessly pouring series of attacks were, one by one, strong enough to cut off a life in an instant, and were filled with killing intent.

The Blood Buddha gritted his teeth and unleashed his pair of palms, dodging or countering the stabs.

His pair of palms were not ordinary. The Blood Buddha, who had stolen all sorts of secret manuals from Shaolin with his inherent supreme realm, had digested even the essence of Shaolin in his own way.

But the Blood Buddha's complexion was gradually turning pale.

'What kind of strange thing is this...'

An earthquake occurred in the Blood Buddha's pupils.

A single small point was tearing apart all the pair of palms that the Blood Buddha was pouring out.

The fist force, which contained a great power, shattered like glass and scattered.

The fist force, which could tear even a shield made of iron like a piece of paper in terms of destructive power, scattered futilely into the air.

The Blood Buddha lit a fire in his eyes and concentrated.

'There's no gap.'

There was no gap. He was not using one hand, and was only stabbing with one hand, but it was like a steel wall.

The Blood Buddha was evaluated as the number one talent in the demonic path.

He had gained a great reputation, to the extent that he had participated in the Righteous-Demonic War at a young age and had made great achievements.

He was the only man whom the previous Heavenly Demon, Gun Cheon-ak, had praised, saying that if he had been born in the same era, he would have fought for the position of the Heavenly Demon.

A genius of martial arts.

That was the Blood Buddha.

The Blood Buddha's head was spinning. He saw, heard, and felt. While pouring out fiercely so that the opponent could not use any tricks, he countered and analyzed all the information that came in through his five senses in his head.

At that moment, the Blood Buddha's eyes widened at the dull impact, as if he had been hit on the head with a blunt instrument.

'A point, yes. It's a point. That small point is everything of the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero right now!'

A very small point.

Usually, the emotion felt when facing a great enemy in the martial world was general.

A feeling as if one were in front of Taesan. A great, high, and rugged presence would usually fill the hall. Such an opponent was a master.

The current Cheon Mubaeck was not. He was not Taesan, not high, and not rugged.

The Blood Buddha realized.

'Because it's a point, there's no space to attack.'

If it were Taesan, you could attack anywhere. There were countless shades where the sunlight did not reach. If you attacked those places, even Taesan would have no choice but to collapse.

But Cheon Mubaeck was a point.

'A very small point. There's no space, no gap, I can't see where I should attack at all.'

That was the reason why the Blood Buddha's attacks were not achieving any results at all.

Then why did the opponent look like a point?

'It's compression. It's compressed countless times, so everything looks like a point!'

The mystery of compression.

It is compressed and compressed again. All the essence of martial arts and martial power are compressed countless times and become like a single point.

It is not a simple point. It is constantly suppressing the repulsive force and compressing it, and it has the potential to explode at any time and sweep away the surroundings.

That was what Cheon Mubaeck's stab was like now.

All the essence of martial arts and martial power were compressed in the single process of a single stab.

When he stabbed with his sword, everything was at the tip of the sword.

'Good heavens... to think he has put the essence of martial arts in a single stab?'

The Blood Buddha was thrilled.

It was not a simple stab. The martial arts that the Blood Buddha himself had accumulated throughout his life were being broken without even touching a single hair of Cheon Mubaeck.

A stab that compressed all the essence of martial arts.

Was that even possible?

Unless one had practiced stabbing thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of times throughout their life.

Think about Cheon Mubaeck's age!

'To think he has realized the Dao of martial arts at such a young age!'

He was thrilled and thrilled again.

Although he was not a swordsman, since all things return to one, he had an eye for the way of the sword, so he keenly felt the level of the single stab that Cheon Mubaeck had created.

'He has already become a master at such a young age. He is a great master.'

The Blood Buddha truly thought of a great master who countered, analyzed, and created martial arts, rather than a realm like the divine realm.

Such a person could be called a master of martial arts, and that was Cheon Mubaeck, who was in front of him.

The Blood Buddha, unable to hold it in in the end, fiercely unleashed his pair of palms and widened the distance, shouting.

"How on earth can you reach such a realm at that age?"

It was a pure curiosity.

It was a question as a martial artist who walked the path of martial arts at the same time as walking the demonic path.

Cheon Mubaeck withdrew his sword and straightened his posture.

"If you handle a sword like crazy, you'll all become like this."

At Cheon Mubaeck's words, the Blood Buddha shook his head.

"I know that a fierce effort is important in the advancement of martial arts. But that one stab, just that one alone, is a peerless martial art that is counted in the martial world. That is absolutely not possible with just effort."

"Bullshit. Have you tried it?"

"......!"

Cheon Mubaeck's voice became blunt on its own.

"Have you tried it? Have you tried keeping a sword by your side your whole life and stabbing and stabbing again?"

"..."

"Have you tried stabbing, repeating such a life countless times? The meaning of 'like crazy' that I'm talking about is that. Where are you talking about effort without even trying?"

The Blood Buddha closed his mouth. Although it seemed to contain some profound meaning, he couldn't understand it. Did it mean to race for a lifetime? Or was he not teaching him the secret?

It seemed to be the latter. Because he was strictly an enemy.

But Cheon Mubaeck was sincere.

His statement was not directed at the Blood Buddha. It was a statement to Neung-heo, who was watching the fight, dumbfounded.

Cheon Mubaeck glanced at Neung-heo.

'Well, even if he tries his whole life, he won't be able to reach this level.'

Neung-heo was one-armed.

He inevitably had a fatal disability as a swordsman. In the end, since that was a disability that Cheon Mubaeck had given him, Cheon Mubaeck hoped that Neung-heo would advance to a higher realm.

It wasn't out of goodwill. Still, they had been through thick and thin together, so he could do that much, right?

Of course, Neung-heo would have noticed.

The meaning of the one-armed stab and the words that Cheon Mubaeck had shown. Because he knew the secret of Cheon Mubaeck's repeated reincarnations.

But the meaning that Cheon Mubaeck wanted to convey was not that he had to try like crazy his whole life.

It was to show that there was a supreme realm that could be reached with just one stab.

The meaning was to not worry about other things, but to set a goal and concentrate on one thing until he could reach it.

'Well, it's his own luck to gain enlightenment and swing it.'

Thinking so, Cheon Mubaeck turned his gaze back to the Blood Buddha.

'It's unexpected.'

Just as the Blood Buddha had analyzed Cheon Mubaeck, Cheon Mubaeck had also analyzed the Blood Buddha.

'He's weak.'

To be honest, Cheon Mubaeck did not think he could perfectly face the Blood Buddha with just one stab.

Although it was a stab that he had polished over countless years through repeated reincarnations, the Blood Buddha was also a genius of martial arts and a great master of the demonic path. How could he face him with just one 'Neung-heo Left Sword'?

Although it was just to show Neung-heo, Cheon Mubaeck was quite flustered.

Because the Blood Buddha was weaker than expected.

'Is he weak, or is he hiding something?'

Cheon Mubaeck's sharp senses whispered that it was the former.

'To be precise, the flow of his internal energy is awkward.'

That was the reason why Cheon Mubaeck could easily counter the Blood Buddha's own Hundred-Step Divine Fist.

Cheon Mubaeck, who was unparalleled in his sensitivity to the flow of qi, had dug into the weakest link and had broken it.

'Still, he's stronger than the Ghost Demon... but this is a level where the Ghost Demon would be greedy and try to have a match?'

A look of puzzlement appeared on Cheon Mubaeck's face.

If it were the Ghost Demon's desire for power, he would have at least tried to overthrow the Blood Buddha.

At that moment, the flow around the Blood Buddha strangely changed.

Cheon Mubaeck's eyebrow twitched.

The flow of the rushing energy was not ordinary.

"I hate old people for this reason. They never reveal everything at once."

It seemed the Blood Buddha was about to seriously engage in the fight.

In fact, at the different presence from before, Neung-heo was surprised and stepped back. The surrounding bushes, which had been shining with a green light, seemed to turn pale for a moment.

"Since I know you are not ordinary, this one also has no choice but to do his best."

"Is that all? Is that your best?"

Even at Cheon Mubaeck's ridicule, the Blood Buddha did not waver. Because it was a common stratagem to provoke him.

But Cheon Mubaeck was not using a stratagem to provoke him. It was a statement that had come out sincerely. Although it was certainly powerful, he still felt an awkwardness in the flow of his qi.

Rather than being weak...

'An internal injury?'

That was right. The feeling of something being cut off, a typical feeling of an internal injury, was strong.

But before he could even ask, the Blood Buddha's fierce attack poured down.

Pajijijik!

A burning flame that emitted light was wrapped around both his hands and poured towards Cheon Mubaeck. Cheon Mubaeck reflexively unleashed his sword. The same method of stabbing the weak link in the flow of qi.

But this time it was different. The Blood Buddha had poured out his immense internal energy and had suppressed Cheon Mubaeck's stab with his strength. It was a divine skill to push back Cheon Mubaeck's pure internal power with just strength.

Kwajijijik!

A lava-like flame wrapped around Cheon Mubaeck's sword, and burning even more fiercely, it struck his entire body.

Joy appeared in the Blood Buddha's eyes.

But at that moment.

Suddenly, from the Blood Buddha's left, a cold qi that seemed to turn the whole world into ice poured out. An extreme yin qi that seemed to even freeze the terrible flame.

The moment bewilderment spread on the Blood Buddha's face, Cheon Mubaeck laughed cheerfully.

"I originally use both hands. You fool."

(End of Chapter)