Sword God Reborn

Chapter 293 : Because I'm the oldest, me

The moment the Dark Heaven Formation broke, Cheon Mubaeck had felt Cheongwangma.

'It must be the same for him.'

Cheon Mubaeck did not kill his presence as usual. No, rather, he showed it off as much as possible.

'Hide-and-seek is annoying.'

Him or me.

If a skilled person like that was determined to hide, it was hopeless to find them.

Even if he had broken the Dark Heaven Formation.

So he walked, revealing his presence without reservation.

The energy contained in each step spread out in concentric circles, riding the earth.

Fortunately, Cheongwangma also moved as Cheon Mubaeck had thought.

He did not run away.

Rather, a huge energy that was rapidly approaching this way. It was endlessly rough, like a gust of wind in a dry wilderness.

As expected, he was not ordinary.

While the surrounding energy was mixed up in a mess as the Dark Heaven Formation broke.

To think he was reading the presence that Cheon Mubaeck was emitting and was running, having accurately grasped his location.

"Neung-heo."

"Yes."

"Get ready."

Neung-heo's eyes widened.

"Me?"

Why should I get ready? He's the one who's going to fight, right?

"There's one more. I'll take Cheongwangma, so you take the other one."

"Ha. I thought I was going to have it easy."

"I'm your lord, you know. You weren't planning on just watching the fight while I was fighting, were you?"

"No way."

Neung-heo shook his head calmly. How he was getting more and more shameless.

Cheon Mubaeck turned his head and sharpened his vision.

Their figures were faintly visible. They were probably also looking at Cheon Mubaeck now.

Although it was a distance where even the great Cheon Mubaeck could only barely make out their shapes, it was only a moment before they were close enough to talk to each other.

Cheongwangma, who he had encountered, had a relatively ordinary impression.

If it weren't for the terrible fighting spirit, killing intent, and demonic qi that were billowing around him.

He had a face that would have looked like a woodcutter with a bad impression.

But the moment he saw him, an intensity that suppressed his whole body was transmitted. In the coldness contained in his burning eyes, and in his hidden madness, he could vaguely see his younger days.

'It's him. Anyway, there's no one who has aged gracefully.'

Cheon Mubaeck stopped walking.

Cheongwangma walked forward, glaring at Cheon Mubaeck.

"Is it you?"

A question without context.

Not who are you, but is it you. But Cheon Mubaeck was strangely comfortable with that way of speaking.

"Yes, it's me. You bastard."

Cheongwangma's face immediately frowned.

"You're a young man with no manners. In the orthodox path, did you feed your manners to a dog?"

Cheon Mubaeck looked at him with a pathetic gaze.

"Do you bow and greet a madman wandering around the neighborhood?"

"Heoheo. Should I call this audacious?"

To think he was treating him like a crazy person who was just one of the neighborhood.

Should he call it audacious, or should he call it guts? Or else.

"It must be confidence."

To that guy, he might just look like a madman of the demonic path.

"The Blood Buddha died at his hands, the Ghost Demon was persuaded, and the Poison Demon might have also died."

Three of the Seven Demonic Sect.

He was a guy who had faced and had brought down those three alone. He was by no means a fledgling.

As he recalled that fact, the sight of Cheon Mubaeck with his arms hanging long came into his eyes anew.

He was too relaxed.

'There's no reaction that should be there.'

Right now, Cheongwangma was focusing all his unrefined fighting spirit and killing intent on Cheon Mubaeck.

Although it was not a realm where he could kill with just his will, at the very least, he could give that much of a shock.

But his posture, his attitude, everything was unexpected.

That kind of relaxation was only one thing.

The fact that his existence was not a threat at all.

'It means he has something to believe in.'

It was probably his own skill.

It was surprising. He had come to catch Cheon Mubaeck, but from the looks of it.

"Did you come to catch me?"

"Then did you come to play, you idiot?"

"I am a man without prejudice. I have already become friends with the Ghost Demon and have taken his side, so I might have a thought of playing with you too."

Indeed, it seemed that the position of the leader of the Mad Sect was not something that could be won by a bet.

He did not get angry at Cheon Mubaeck's rough reaction, nor was he flustered, but rather, he was pressing him by gently revealing the fact that he knew that this side had joined hands with the Ghost Demon.

At the same time, although his mouth was smiling, his sharp gaze was following Cheon Mubaeck's every hand movement without missing a thing.

It must be his intention to observe his reaction.

Cheon Mubaeck chuckled.

"Hey. You don't have any friends, do you?"

"..."

Cheongwangma's cheekbones twitched.

"Give it up. Do you think the Ghost Demon is my friend? Even if he were my friend, I wouldn't make you my friend."

"...You don't seem to have any intention of persuading me, do you?"

Cheon Mubaeck's eyes widened. But Cheongwangma's stomach felt even more uncomfortable. Because anyone could see that it was not a surprised expression, but an expression that was deliberately exaggerated.

It was a very annoying face.

"Persuade you? Why would I?"

"Aren't you planning to destroy the demonic path by using the Ghost Demon, and to set up a guy who suits your taste as the Heavenly Demon?"

To be honest, Cheon Mubaeck was startled. Because Cheongwangma's point was correct.

"Why do you think so?"

"Because the Ghost Demon has crawled under you. He's not stupid. He's a greedy guy. The fact that he submitted, knowing he would be used, means there's a guarantee of a corresponding reward. And isn't that reward the Heavenly Demon? Because in the end of the fight, your purpose is surely to assassinate the Heavenly Demon."

Cheon Mubaeck did not answer. But the silence was an affirmation. Cheongwangma smiled as if he were amused.

"Then why don't you persuade me instead?"

"......!"

"Sect Leader!"

Bigwang, who had been standing quietly by his side, shouted with a pale face.

He had been crazy, crazy.

Did he really say such a thing here?

Cheongwangma did not even look at Bigwang and said as if shouting.

"I am the leader of the Mad Sect! The master of a force that has grasped half of the current demonic path, and there is no demonic path stronger than me under the Heavenly Demon. Wouldn't I be better than a half-baked guy like the Ghost Demon?"

Cheon Mubaeck said firmly.

"I don't want to. I won't."

"You are planning to hold the demonic path in your hands. Without caring what the will of the demonic path is, what ideology the demonic path has, and what world the demonic path wants! You are just using a cunning scheme to put the demonic path in your hands!"

Cheongwangma's voice became a blade and stabbed Cheon Mubaeck.

It was a type of sound technique. An attack that tore through space and struck by letting out a scream-like shout.

But Cheon Mubaeck split the axis of the sound wave just by waving his hand slightly. Cheongwangma's eyebrow twitched.

Cheon Mubaeck answered simply, cleaning his ear.

"What's with all these reasons? The reason is simple. I hate crazy people."

"..."

"How annoying it is to have a crazy person by your side. Phew. Enough."

Cheongwangma's face became reluctant. He turned his head and looked at Bigwang.

"Is the guy who wants to choose the Heavenly Demon as he pleases and to play with the demonic path in his hands the madman, or am I the madman?"

"..."

Well, they both seem like madmen.

Bigwang barely held back the words that were about to come out.

And he hardened his expression and whispered softly.

"It's all ready."

Woong woong woong.

At the end of those words, a very fine vibration was transmitted from the tip of his foot.

Although it was a very fine vibration, a martial artist could not have not felt that sensation.

Neung-heo, who had been standing quietly behind, was startled and jumped up.

"Shit! What is this! I have a bad feeling. My lord! It seems like a trap."

Cheon Mubaeck quietly looked at Cheongwangma. Cheongwangma shrugged his shoulders.

"What's wrong? Are you going to say something about setting a cowardly trap in a fight between martial artists?"

"..."

"Kid. You crazy kid who has gone mad at a young age. Do you know what kind of guys are dangerous in the world? Strong guys? No. Hypocritical guys? No. A strange guy who is cold-blooded and can't even feel emotions? No. It's the crazy guys. The ones who run wild like madmen without looking back and forth are the most scary. But you see."

Cheon Mubaeck crossed his arms and raised his chin slightly. It was a sign to continue talking.

"There are levels even among madmen. Do you know what the most dangerous type among madmen is?"

"What, are you writing a book about madmen? What is it?"

Cheongwangma said as if declaring.

"The madman who has lived the longest is more dangerous than anything."

"..."

"The fact that he has survived for a long time while doing crazy things means he's so strong that no one can touch him."

"So you're saying the old madman is the most dangerous?"

"You've hit the nail on the head."

Cheon Mubaeck did not answer. He just looked at Cheongwangma with indifferent eyes.

Cheongwangma, looking at Cheon Mubaeck's gaze, felt something strange.

The vibration felt from under the floor, Cheon Mubaeck, who had broken the Dark Heaven Formation, could not have not known what it was. Just by the wave that was fluctuating around, Cheon Mubaeck, as Cheongwangma had seen him, had more than enough to notice.

'But there's no fluctuation in his emotions?'

Woong woong woong woong woong!

A thin qi membrane spread out from their center. Like a prison without bars that you couldn't get out of.

Cheon Mubaeck chuckled.

"I didn't know the demonic path guys would prepare the Evil Person Sealing Formation, but it takes a long time to activate. Have all the decent formation masters in the demonic path died?"

The Evil Person Sealing Formation.

It was a formation that the orthodox path had used to trap the demonic people in a formation, to make their qi run wild, and to make them fall into qi deviation.

In the past, Zhuge Seol-ah had used the Evil Person Sealing Formation in the Wudang Sect to help Cheon Mubaeck heal the Bidara.

But what Cheongwangma had prepared now was the Evil Person Sealing Formation.

"Yes. To fight properly, wouldn't it be fun to fight while all our potential is running wild?"

Cheongwangma grinned. Neung-heo, who was by his side, muttered in shock.

"He's a madman, a real madman. His own qi will run wild and he'll go crazy. To induce such a situation and to suggest a fight."

"It means he's confident. He probably thinks he can control the rampaging qi."

Cheon Mubaeck answered so. It was a natural thing. The statement that the madman who had lived a long time was the most dangerous. It was a statement that even Cheon Mubaeck would nod his head to.

A madman, but a madman who knew how to use his head.

Perhaps Cheongwangma knew how to control the rampaging qi. No, perhaps he had such a martial art. So Cheongwangma had now laid out a board that was advantageous to him.

Although it was a gamble that could be dangerous to him.

It meant he was that much of a madman.

Cheon Mubaeck was honestly a little impressed.

How long had it been since he had faced such a forward-looking opponent?

Moreover, Cheon Mubaeck strongly sympathized with the theory that Cheongwangma had mentioned. So it meant he was a guy with similar thoughts. Wasn't it a human relationship that a little intimacy would grow if a common ground was formed?

Cheon Mubaeck chuckled.

The madman who has lived the longest is the most dangerous.

In other words, the old madman is scary.

Cheongwangma must have been referring to himself. Since he had lived as a madman and had seized hegemony, passing the age of seventy.

However,

Cheon Mubaeck's Cheolsin Ancient Sword was smoothly drawn.

A pitch-black color.

The sword body, which did not reflect even the dazzling sunlight, but seemed to absorb it, was filled with a cool energy.

The tip of Cheon Mubaeck's sword was aimed at Cheongwangma.

"If the madman who has lived the longest is dangerous, you can't even follow my footsteps in terms of danger."

Cheon Mubaeck smiled.

The madman who had lived the longest in this world.

"It's me."

The oldest madman, it's me.

(End of Chapter)