Sword God Reborn

Chapter 30 : It's Me

"Neung-heo."

"Yes."

"Who's worth saving here?"

"That guy Hwa-ung has quite a bit of loyalty."

"You bastard, who would know if you say it like that?"

"He's a guy who looks like a bear at a glance."

Cheon Mubaeck nodded his head.

Only then did the executives who were around recognize Neung-heo and were surprised.

There were two reasons for their surprise.

One was that Neung-heo, who had left the Black Heart Gang, had returned.

'Neung-heo?'

'That One-Eyed Snake?'

'Wasn't he a guy who was guaranteed an executive position?'

The second was the fact that he had returned with none other than that monstrous young man, and surprisingly, the only person who had noticed it so far was the dead Black Heart Gang Master.

The faces of the executives who recalled that point hardened.

Was it because Neung-heo had hidden his presence well?

No.

'That guy!'

The executives' pupils shook greatly.

Cheon Mubaeck, with a faint smile, his presence was so clear and overwhelming. Since he was reigning over this wide pavilion alone, they hadn't even paid attention to who was around.

As they felt that overwhelming presence even more, the executives' faces turned pale.

Because they had realized the meaning of what Cheon Mubaeck had just said.

"Neung-heo, you have to take over, so show me your skills."

"Hey. Let's go easy. Wasn't it your idea to deal with them all at once?"

"Your idea?"

"No, isn't it the brilliant idea of our great lord?"

"Right. I'm saying you were included in that idea."

"You son of a bitch!"

Neung-heo's expression contorted and he drew his broadsword.

At the same time, he plunged it into the heart of the executive with the narrow eyes on his left.

Puuk!

"Keok, Neung, Neung-heo, you...!"

"Hey. I didn't like you from the start. Huh? I told you to manage your kids, didn't I? Do you know what kind of trouble I got into at the government office because your kids raped all the women in the area I was in charge of?"

"Anyway, this bastard. He's taking his personal revenge."

"A man should never forget his revenge."

Neung-heo said nonchalantly and swung his broadsword again.

The executives, who couldn't grasp the situation at all, quickly came to their senses.

"Kill that bastard Neung-heo!"

"You traitorous bastard!"

"Gouge out his remaining eye too!"

"You son of a bitch! I'm not the one who caused the trouble, it's that guy!"

Of course, the executives' concentrated attack was directed at Neung-heo.

It was clearly Cheon Mubaeck who had caused this situation. The executives also knew. That they had to kill Cheon Mubaeck to escape the crisis.

But thoughts and actions are different things.

The time when the black-way is scary is when they unite tightly, considering each other as brothers and family.

The Black Heart Gang was not.

They existed as the Black Heart Gang because of the Black Heart Gang Master's cunning machinations, his divisive tactics, and his innate disposition and presence in handling people.

The Black Heart Gang Master had been brutally killed.

The focal point had disappeared.

The characteristic of the black-way that cannot unite is that they are extremely selfish.

'Someone deal with that guy!'

'I can't! He cut off the Master's neck with a single stroke!'

'I didn't even see the sword being drawn!'

While everyone was avoiding Cheon Mubaeck.

Coincidentally, Neung-heo, who had lost his right hand and was very well known, seemed the most manageable.

"You! Shit! You guys! Huh? Don't you have any old affection? Huh? Huh?"

"Traitor!"

"My ass! You were trying to give the executive positions only to the kids you wanted, and what? A traitor?"

Neung-heo gritted his teeth and swung his broadsword.

But it was difficult to fight with his awkward left hand. Moreover, the executives were better than Neung-heo, and there were not many who were not.

But even so, Neung-heo had already cut off the lives of two. It was a great achievement. But as time passed and Neung-heo's body was soaked in blood.

Cheon Mubaeck looked at Heo Seong.

"Escort Warrior Heo. Try to pour out what you have realized."

"Yes, my lord."

Jjeojeojeojeong!

When Heo Seong moved, the executives who were rushing at him fell down one after another.

The Yang-o Sword he had been honing so far embroidered the empty air with a bloody color.

As the faint scent of plum blossoms mixed with the smell of blood, Cheon Mubaeck felt a sense of reality that he had come out into the martial world again for some reason.

'No. The real martial world is more brutal.'

Cheon Mubaeck looked around with a somewhat bitter face.

Although there were hundreds of Black Heart Gang black-way, they had formed a round circle and did not dare to approach.

Cheon Mubaeck had intentionally pressed down on the external qi so that they could not move easily.

He had instilled the fear that their necks would fall first if they moved.

So the executives were losing their lives to Heo Seong's sword one by one. Some died with wronged eyes at Neung-heo's ingenious surprise attacks.

'A tough guy. An ingeniously tough guy.'

Cheon Mubaeck let out a hollow laugh as he saw Neung-heo, who was running wild, revealing his blood-soaked gums.

He was really tough and strange.

Looking at his actions, he was clearly full of a rebellious spirit, but he didn't dislike it.

'Come to think of it, there were always many people like Heo Seong around me.'

In most of his numerous past lives, he had reigned in the position of the strongest.

So there were not many guys who dared to talk back like Neung-heo.

It was a little strange.

A right-handed person had lost his right hand. But he did not give in. If you don't have teeth, use your gums. He moved thoroughly according to the logic of the black-way.

Cheon Mubaeck didn't particularly like the black-way.

But looking at Neung-heo, he thought.

'He's a guy who's like the black-way.'

The black-way cannot disappear from the world. Cheon Mubaeck had once tried to eliminate it in several past lives. In reality, he had succeeded. No, he had come close to success.

But when he looked in his next life, the black-way had revived with a tenacious vitality.

Cheon Mubaeck had decided to use the black-way instead.

If he couldn't eliminate it, it was a good way to hold it in his hand and suppress it.

A fence to protect the foundation that Cheon Mubaeck could lean on in the dizzying tightrope walk of the martial world.

That was Cheon Mubaeck's thought now.

Of course, considering the level Cheon Mubaeck was thinking of, it was still a long way off.

It was then.

"Great Hero Ghost Sword Love!"

The Vice-Master, Kang Gae, who had been watching the situation from behind, knelt down.

He rolled his eyes with a pale face.

"I will give you the Black Heart Gang!"

"Didn't you say that all the members had to agree?"

"I agree!"

"Huh."

Look at this guy.

He's a cunning guy. Well, this is also the black-way.

'A different kind of black-way from Neung-heo's, a raw black-way.'

Cheon Mubaeck felt a new sense of wonder as he saw a different side of the black-way at the same time.

Neung-heo's black-way was a black-way that had a little bit of the romance of the martial world.

The loyalty and chivalry of the black-way. There was the chivalry of the black-way. The black-way claimed such romance, put forward loyalty, and claimed that they also had chivalry.

The reality was different.

It was just like the Kang Gae in front of him.

There was no such thing as loyalty. His own life was the most precious. He was servile. He would do anything to live. He would not hesitate to sell out his comrades.

What he was saying now.

Since he said he agreed, the story that he could hand over the Black Heart Gang...

"Kill them all and spare me?"

"That's right! Please spare me!"

"Hmm."

"It would be troublesome for the Ghost Sword Love to directly run this small Black Heart Gang. Isn't that why you're using Neung-heo as your subordinate?"

He knew how to use his cunning.

The problem was that his sinister inner thoughts were so obvious.

Kang Gae's words, who had not seen Cheon Mubaeck's indifferent expression because he had bowed his head, continued.

"But that guy Neung-heo is a guy who hasn't even reached an executive position. Although it is a very shabby and small Black Heart Gang in the eyes of the Great Hero Ghost Sword Love, you still need experience."

"Hmm. You want me to use you?"

"That's right. I will dedicate my life!"

Cheon Mubaeck smirked.

The atmosphere of that smile was very strange.

It seemed to mean that he liked it, or it seemed like a sneer.

Everyone in the world has their own specialty.

Even among the beggars who wander the streets, there is a ranking of who is good at begging.

Moreover, the person who had risen to the position of Vice-Master in the huge black-way faction called the Black Heart Gang was none other than Kang Gae.

The reason why such a Kang Gae could come this far was perhaps his unique sense of detecting a crisis faster than anyone else.

'He's a guy who won't listen to reason!'

In order to survive in this field, you have to think of several moves every time.

If this move doesn't work, a way to get out, if it's hard to get out, a way to win, if it's hard to win, a way to screw over the opponent.

He had to always think of and prepare such moves.

It was a hellish black-way world.

Kang Gae had bought a lot of resentment.

He had extorted and raped innocent commoners.

Among them, he had tried not to touch the guys who looked like martial artists.

Wouldn't a supreme master come to take revenge someday?

Because that was the martial world.

So Kang Gae had prepared for the time when a master he could not handle appeared.

"Sir! Sir Ghost Sword Love! Please give this unworthy Kang Gae a chance!"

He slammed his head on the floor and performed a full prostration.

Then he crawled on the floor towards Cheon Mubaeck like a person clinging to a departing lover.

Two zhang.

A distance that was a little far for Cheon Mubaeck to extend his sword.

In other words, when he reached a distance where he could sufficiently pull his body out, a sinister light flashed in Kang Gae's eyes.

'Now!'

Kang Gae pretended to slam his head on the floor and raised his head greatly.

"Die!"

The black robe of Kang Gae, which had been wrapped tightly around his body even though it was a hot summer, burst with a loud sound.

Kwakwakwang!

At the same time, the iron whip hidden inside the black robe hissed like a snake.

Chwareureureuk!

The iron whip danced and rushed at Cheon Mubaeck.

The iron whip would soon wrap around Cheon Mubaeck's body.

If it just wrapped around him, there would be no problem. Kang Gae's eyes glistened with killing intent. The Silver Snake Iron Whip, a weapon that was said to have come from the Western Regions, would move on its own and crush the enemy and sink its poisonous fangs just by infusing it with internal energy.

It was Kang Gae's hidden trump card that he had hidden to one day crush the Black Heart Gang Master's body and take his place.

A sufficient distance for Kang Gae to swing his iron whip.

But a difficult distance for Cheon Mubaeck to extend his sword and counterattack.

Cheon Mubaeck just raised his hand and grabbed the end of it while the iron whip was wrapping around his body.

The moment the sharp iron hammers attached to each joint were crushed and dug into his body.

"Whether you're the Ghost Sword Love or whatever! If you're after my life, you should have been prepared to give up your own life!"

If the iron whip crushed Cheon Mubaeck's bones and the iron hammers attached to each joint dug into his body, it would be the end.

A triumphant smile appeared on Kang Gae's lips.

If he was the one who had stopped the external enemy who had killed the Black Heart Gang Master?

'The Black Heart Gang is mine!'

It was then.

Kang Gae's body trembled for a moment.

The throbbing feeling from the wrist that had grabbed the end of the Silver Snake Iron Whip spread throughout his entire body.

Kang Gae's eyes widened as if they would tear.

'Th-This!'

He understood the situation.

Just as he had infused internal energy to move the iron whip, the opponent was also holding the end and infusing internal energy.

Kang Gae gritted his teeth. He gathered all the internal energy he had gathered in his life and infused it.

It was a battle of internal energy.

At first, Kang Gae had the upper hand. As he poured in all his internal energy, Cheon Mubaeck's internal energy, which was transmitted through the iron whip, had hesitated for a moment.

Cheon Mubaeck's internal energy was clearly small. But it was proud.

Like a martial artist who had single-handedly blocked an army of a hundred thousand, although it was a very small amount, it tore apart and evaporated all of Kang Gae's internal energy.

"V-Vice-Master, sir!"

The mouths of the Black Heart Gang martial artists who were watching fell open.

A haze rose around Kang Gae. Wasn't Kang Gae's body gradually shrinking and then withering like a piece of wood?

'S-Spare me!'

All the internal energy accumulated in his dantian had completely evaporated.

'How can this be!'

What was more surprising was that Cheon Mubaeck was holding the end of the Silver Snake Iron Whip and injecting internal energy. The Silver Snake Iron Whip was made of a material that was not easy to inject internal energy into unless it was the handle part that Kang Gae was holding. But even so...

He was no match for the opponent's internal energy. He had to let go and run away, but even that was not allowed. His hand was stuck to the iron whip as if it were glued.

Only then did Kang Gae look at Cheon Mubaeck's eyes.

"...!"

A thunderbolt struck in his head.

An infinitely indifferent gaze.

Only then did Kang Gae's body tremble like an aspen tree.

"The Ghost Sword Love can't be like this! You're not the Ghost Sword Love!"

That's right. Absolutely. This is not the Ghost Sword Love.

"Who the hell are you?!"

At that moment, Kang Gae fell into the illusion that the world was getting dark.

In the darkness, Cheon Mubaeck's bright smile spread.

"The greatest genius of all time, the number one in the world, the best of all time..."

"What?"

Cheon Mubaeck whispered in a small voice that no one could hear.

But to Kang Gae, it sounded as loud as thunder right next to his ear.

"The Azure Sky Sword God."

"...!"

"It's me."

Kwadeuk!

Cheon Mubaeck's sword pierced Kang Gae's skull.

(End of Chapter)