Sword God Reborn

Chapter 276 : Hey, this is patricide

The vital energy that the Blood Buddha poured out was not ordinary demonic qi. It was a flame that burned like lava with a crimson light.

On the other hand, what was as white as snow on Cheon Mubaeck's right hand was the extreme yin qi.

The energies of fire and ice clashed.

The Cheolsin Ancient Sword held in his left hand was caught by the Blood Buddha's right hand.

Cheon Mubaeck's right hand and the Blood Buddha's left hand exchanged palm strikes with their palms open.

In between, a white steam billowed up. It filled the hall, making it impossible to see even an inch ahead.

The flame and the cold qi were entangled, baring their teeth to devour each other. They bit, tore, and crushed each other. They fought like crazy, like a single living creature.

'How dare you challenge me to a battle of internal energy?'

The Blood Buddha's gaze spewed a blue light.

Was he too impressed by Cheon Mubaeck's stab, which was no different from a peerless martial art?

He had not even realized the fact that he was using only one hand. Although he was one-armed, he was so powerful that he had forgotten that he was originally a swordsman who used both hands freely.

Moreover, to think that what was pouring out at the moment of the clash was an immense cold qi!

Still, the Blood Buddha was confident.

They were two energies that were polar opposites, truly incompatible.

According to the laws of nature, the principles of the world, flame and cold qi could not coexist.

In the end, one of them had to be devoured for it to end. The strong devour the weak. It was a natural principle.

'In the current demonic path, if there is a master of internal energy, it is only this one.'

The Blood Buddha put more strength into his internal energy. To crush the enemy with a deeper and more profound, immense internal energy.

It was the fighting style that the Blood Buddha enjoyed the most.

It was not just a difference in internal power. Even if the opponent's internal power was similar, the Blood Buddha knew how to win in such a fight.

Rather, Cheon Mubaeck, who was attempting a head-on confrontation with him, was ridiculous.

"Your sword is certainly a peerless martial art, and I send my praise, but did you think you could win against this one in a battle of internal power?"

Engulfed in the flame, the energy of the ice died down.

Joy appeared in the Blood Buddha's pupils.

'I've won.'

The opponent would now be blown away shabbily. Or he would just be devoured.

If he held on, all the internal power of his dantian would be exhausted and he would dry up like a piece of wood, and if he shook it off, he would suffer a fatal internal injury that he could not possibly overcome!

"......!"

The Blood Buddha's face, who had wanted to see Cheon Mubaeck's contorted face, hardened.

A pupil that was frighteningly static.

Without a single emotion, only indifference appeared in his pupils.

The Blood Buddha, for a moment, felt an incomprehensible ominousness creeping up.

'...What is it?'

What on earth was he believing in? Why could he be so indifferent?

He was in a situation where he was about to die?

At that moment, Cheon Mubaeck's lips rose slightly. With his lips open, a single word that flowed out froze the Blood Buddha's heart.

"You bastard. What guts did you have to attack with an internal injury?"

"......!"

The Blood Buddha's pupils shook violently.

'How?'

He had not shown any signs at all. With his immense internal power, he could have covered up a small internal injury without a trace. And since it was a very minor internal injury, the Blood Buddha had not felt any discomfort in using his internal power to the fullest.

But Cheon Mubaeck was sure that he had an internal injury.

As if he had looked into his own body.

In an instant, an immense martial power swirled from Cheon Mubaeck's entire body.

"......!"

The Blood Buddha's face contorted with a crack.

The Heaven Shaking Soul Art was operated to its extreme, pouring out the demon-subduing qi, and the extreme yin qi, which had been dying down, was also revived and raised its momentum.

The demon-subduing qi was hot as fire, and the extreme yin qi was cold.

Cheon Mubaeck's both hands were gradually pushing the Blood Buddha back. The Blood Buddha's right hand, which had been blocking the tip of the sword, was pushed back to the point where the sword dug into his palm, and his left hand was also slowly pushed back.

Cheon Mubaeck, at this moment, had become a craftsman like Gan Jiang and Mo Ye.

Like a craftsman, he had put his heart and soul into operating the two energies at the same time.

The divine energy of the middle dantian led the flow. The Blood Buddha's mouth fell open.

"Tae... geuk!"

They did not collide with each other. With the Blood Buddha at the center, the two energies devoured the flame and formed a large circle.

It was Taegeuk.

The Blood Buddha's face, who had unknowingly come to stand in the center of the Taegeuk, turned pale.

Realizing what was happening, he gritted his teeth.

"Monk. Prepare to cross the River of Three Crossings."

Cheon Mubaeck smiled.

The Taegeuk, created by the demon-subduing qi, the extreme yin qi, and the divine energy, was made of the yang qi of the sun that devoured the darkness, and the yin qi of the moon, so it was soon the Sun and Moon Qi.

Cheon Mubaeck's sun and moon swallowed the Blood Buddha.

* * *

The Blood Buddha was an old hand in the martial world. He had been through numerous battles, and at the end of the struggle, he had become the leader of the Blood Demon Valley and a real power in the demonic path.

His instincts automatically operated his muscles and drew out his energy.

His experience and instincts had confirmed that if he did not withdraw his palm strike like this, he would be swallowed by Cheon Mubaeck's sun and moon and would disappear without a trace.

He took off both his hands and withdrew all his energy.

He had saved his life. But, a large hole had been pierced in his dantian.

An immense amount of internal energy flowed out through the hole.

"H-how..."

The Blood Buddha could not understand. The difference in their martial power was clear. It was an overwhelming power that could not be surpassed by a mere qi stratagem. But Cheon Mubaeck had broken it. He had been completely pushed back.

"You're an idiot for attacking with an internal injury."

"It was a minor internal injury!"

"It was an internal injury nonetheless. An imbalance in the flow of qi, that is a weakness. What have you learned at that age?"

"......!"

The Blood Buddha's face turned pale. Yes, that was his mistake.

But it was a minor internal injury that even he himself had not been very aware of. But how could he have noticed it and aimed for that imbalance and broken it?

He was scared.

If I practice martial arts like crazy, can I do something like that?

No, I don't think I can.

The moment he thought it was impossible, he couldn't accept it. A vague fear washed over him like a tide.

"Who gave you the internal injury? Although it's minor, to the extent of giving an internal injury to a guy who is the number one under heaven in terms of internal power..."

Cheon Mubaeck's head was spinning fiercely.

No matter how fast he had run, he had thought he would arrive later than the Blood Buddha.

So he had even been prepared to throw himself into the trap that the Blood Buddha had set.

But the Blood Buddha had not only arrived a step later than him, but he was also in a state of having a very minor internal injury.

Moreover.

'He would have joined with the demonic people of Shanxi Province.'

There were no other demonic people besides the Blood Buddha.

Here, Cheon Mubaeck drew a single inference.

'Is he being chased?'

So he had the demonic people in Shanxi Province block the pursuer, and then he was planning to subdue me and leave?

He had been delayed from his original plan because he had been avoiding the pursuit?

A person who could make the great Blood Buddha flee.

Cheon Mubaeck had no choice but to think of the unidentified master who had helped Namgung Jincheon and had repelled the Blood Buddha.

But the Blood Buddha did not answer. He relentlessly pushed his energy into the hole in his dantian.

The Blood Buddha's face turned red, and his pupils were bloodshot as if they would burst.

Cheon Mubaeck clicked his tongue. He had burned and cauterized the hole in his dantian with his own flame.

"I have underestimated the potential of the Orthodox path too much. Your skill also far exceeds my expectations, and to think that he of the foreign lands would have returned to the Central Plains so early...!"

"He?"

The Blood Buddha did not answer and turned his body. It was an escape.

Although he had not known that he would suddenly turn his body and run away, Cheon Mubaeck quickly used his lightness skill and chased.

However, the Blood Buddha was the Blood Buddha. He showed a lightness skill of a different level from the King of Assassins or the Ghost Demon he had chased before. Cheon Mubaeck's brow narrowed.

'To chase this...'

It was not impossible to catch him if he chased him to the end.

But there was an uncertain variable.

'The demonic people of Shanxi Province...!'

What if the Blood Buddha was luring Cheon Mubaeck out of Henan, and in the meantime, the demonic people of Shanxi Province were planning to attack Cheon Mubaeck's main base?

But soon, Cheon Mubaeck had no need to worry.

The Blood Buddha's body, who had been running ahead, collapsed to the floor in an instant.

"......!"

Seogeok!

Like a puppet with its strings cut, Cheon Mubaeck, who had been chasing, also stopped abruptly at the sight of him collapsing so helplessly.

The bald head, full of wrinkles, rolled on the floor.

His neck had been cut without him even seeing or feeling the sword falling on him.

A clean and swift sword strike that even Cheon Mubaeck would feel a sense of crisis.

If you looked at the cross-section of the cut neck, not even blood had gushed out, but just a drop of blood had formed.

It was the skill of a born swordsman.

A footstep approaching the corpse of the Blood Buddha on the floor.

It was an old man.

Pure white hair, pure white clothes, a white frost had fallen on his eyebrows, and his beard, which reached his waist, was also white, so he was like a Taoist immortal.

But since he was holding a sword in one hand, there was a firm white tiger beyond his benevolent-looking face.

His walking footsteps were the footsteps of a giant, his breathing was heavier than a gust of wind, and his deeply sunken gaze was sharper than a blade.

Cheon Mubaeck smiled.

"Well, you've gotten quite old."

A strange light flashed in the pupils of the Sword Venerable, Yoo Baek-gi.

* * *

The Sword Venerable.

A moniker given to the one who had risen to the most noble position with a sword.

Since the Azure Sky Sword God had ascended to immortality, many martial artists had recommended that he succeed the moniker of the Sword God.

But Yoo Baek-gi had not dared to succeed the moniker of the Sword God.

He had respected his master to the point of worship.

No matter how much he raised his realm, he would often say that he could not even follow in his footsteps.

Those who knew Yoo Baek-gi's martial power had tilted their heads, wondering if it was really that much, but Yoo Baek-gi had said with a serious face.

That the Azure Sky Sword God was the only sun and the sky.

Since he was the only person who had followed the Azure Sky Sword God and had protected him until his last, Yoo Baek-gi's words evaluating the Azure Sky Sword God were widely talked about in the martial world.

That was how much the person who knew the Azure Sky Sword God the best was Yoo Baek-gi.

But Yoo Baek-gi had heard a strange rumor that had spread even to the foreign lands a few years ago.

That a descendant of the Azure Sky Sword God had appeared.

It was a rumor that had flowed from the demonic people of the foreign lands, whom he had been chasing and chasing his whole life.

That a descendant of the Azure Sky Sword God had appeared in the Central Plains and was annihilating the demonic people in the Central Plains.

Yoo Baek-gi had naturally snorted. Because he was the only descendant of the Azure Sky Sword God.

But the situation was not ordinary.

Crucially, the former leader of the Wudang Sect had come to the foreign lands.

And he had said. That a descendant of the Azure Sky Sword God had saved Wudang.

Yoo Baek-gi had naturally not completely believed it, and had been more suspicious.

But Yoo Baek-gi had no time to confirm. The movements of the foreign demonic path were not ordinary.

The foreign demonic path had begun to attack the Central Plains. And all the forces that Yoo Baek-gi had grasped so far had scattered and were attacking simultaneously.

Yoo Baek-gi had inevitably chased them into the Central Plains.

In the meantime, he had found the Blood Buddha.

Yoo Baek-gi also knew the Blood Buddha very well. Because 40 years ago, he had heard his master say to be careful of that guy in the future.

So he had chased him. He had cut and cut again. But the Blood Buddha had fled, and he had chased him here.

In the end, he had cut him with his own sword now. But it was not entirely his own achievement.

From the situation of fleeing, his body was already half-collapsed.

If it hadn't been for that, no matter how much it was Yoo Baek-gi's sword, the Blood Buddha would have blocked or dodged.

Yoo Baek-gi quietly looked at the man in front of him.

If he was a young martial artist who had made the Blood Buddha flee like this...

"Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero Cheon Mubaeck. Is your name correct?"

"..."

Cheon Mubaeck did not answer. Yoo Baek-gi tilted his head. Because Cheon Mubaeck's gaze, which was looking at him, was somehow warm.

Yoo Baek-gi asked again.

"I have heard a rumor that you are a descendant of the Azure Sky Sword God. I will ask, why do you deceive and insult my master's will? If you cannot make me understand, as a swordsman who has inherited my master's sword, my sword will not forgive you."

Saying so, Yoo Baek-gi raised his sword.

Just by the act of raising his sword, the surrounding atmosphere changed drastically. It was a feeling as if the climate itself had changed, as if the place where the two were standing was a completely different world.

But what appeared on Cheon Mubaeck's face was not fear. Yoo Baek-gi let out a pure admiration. To think he had an attitude that did not waver even after receiving his presence head-on. For such a talent to appear in the martial world, was it not truly a great blessing?

But Cheon Mubaeck's expression was a little reluctant.

What flowed from his mouth was a statement that was a little incomprehensible.

"Hey, this is patricide..."

(End of Chapter)