Sword God Reborn

Chapter 304 : Does he really kill you?

There was little known in the martial world about the experience of fighting Cheon Mubaeck.

'I heard the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero is that good with a sword? What kind of sword is it? A hegemon's sword? A heavy sword? A flexible sword?'

'What kind of swordsmanship did he learn?'

'What on earth is the swordsmanship he uses?'

'Why does no one know?'

As Cheon Mubaeck's fame grew, connoisseurs and masters alike began to analyze him.

Not only information organizations like the Beggars' Sect and Haomun, but also various sects were the same.

The very few who knew that Cheon Mubaeck was the successor of the Azure Sky Sword God had a rough idea of what kind of sword Cheon Mubaeck's sword was, but the vast majority of the martial world could not even explain what Cheon Mubaeck's sword was.

The fact that they couldn't explain it could be overlooked. Wasn't it a basic rule of the martial world to hide thirty percent of one's martial arts?

But the problem was that the impressions and experiences were also almost top secret.

'Then what did the person who faced that sword say?'

'Did he say he thought he could handle it?'

'...Why does no one know this either?'

The reason was obvious.

*Seogeok.*

"Krrrk."

Because everyone who had crossed swords with Cheon Mubaeck had not survived.

Was there anyone who could talk about their impressions or anything? That was the reason why the experience of fighting Cheon Mubaeck was not circulating in the market.

Still, the impression right before death was in their minds.

But they just couldn't reveal it to the world.

'What on earth is this, this ghost-like...!'

It was not a sword that was flashy, explosive, or felt recklessly fast.

'It's like a ghost.'

With that last impression, the demonic person lowered his head at the piercing pain that pierced his chest.

The sword had pierced his heart. It was an instant death that even the great Daluo Jinxian could not save.

"Form a formation!"

"A master! A great master!"

"No, isn't the clothes he's wearing the same as ours?"

"He's even emitting demonic qi, isn't he?"

It was truly a series of confusions.

Cheon Mubaeck was steadily reducing the number of demonic people.

Of course, the burden was gradually increasing.

As the demonic people realized that their lives were on the line, they squeezed out even the strength they didn't have and exerted their concentration to the peak. They united and formed a formation to resist.

Cheon Mubaeck's brow narrowed and he shouted.

"Hey, Iron Staff Monarch or whatever, don't you see the situation?"

"......!"

Moyong Su's body, who had been watching the situation in a daze, flinched as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Don't you see I'm helping you? If I saved you, huh? You should quickly come to your senses and swing your sword. Anyway, the head of the Five Great Clans is so out of it."

"No..."

How can I grasp the situation and move in a situation like this?

Although such words rose to his throat, Moyong Su first held his iron staff and swung it.

Although he was full of questions about what his identity was and why he had suddenly betrayed and had cut down his comrades, it was not important right now.

'At least for now, he's an ally!'

Moyong Su swung his iron staff like an angry beast.

Although it looked like a staff used by an old man at a glance, the iron staff, which was made of solid steel, had the destructive power to easily crush a human skull.

As Moyong Su made up his mind and swung his iron staff, the demonic people decreased at a rapid rate.

And he kept glancing at Cheon Mubaeck.

Although he was helping him, he was a guy who was emitting demonic qi.

He had to confirm his identity. No matter what his purpose was, couldn't he turn into an enemy?

Although he glanced with a suspicious gaze, Moyong Su's gaze soon changed.

With a gaze of admiration and sigh.

'The techniques, the forms, the routines themselves are all selfish.'

It was a series of truly absurd attacks.

He couldn't see the techniques, the forms, or the routines. It was as if a person who was holding a sword for the first time would swing it recklessly.

'But no one can block it.'

There were one or two guys who dodged or blocked the iron staff he was swinging.

But there was not a single guy who dodged or blocked that sword.

Without fail, a fatal blow in one strike.

'A great master.'

What if that guy suddenly turned into an enemy?

Moyong Su's face hardened.

As he killed all the demonic people who were maintaining the formation in an instant, a frightening silence fell.

Moyong Su looked at Cheon Mubaeck with a wary gaze.

Cheon Mubaeck said in a dumbfounded voice.

"Damn it, did you eat your manners for breakfast?"

"...What?"

"You should be thanking me for saving you, but you're just glaring at me? Where, shall I have the Moyong Clan hold a funeral today?"

Moyong Su flinched with a confused look.

"Who are you?"

"Can't you see? Something like saving the weak in a crisis?"

"The weak..."

"Don't pretend you're not weak when you were on the verge of dying."

At Cheon Mubaeck's raw tone, Moyong Su was at a loss for words.

Because he had just killed the demonic people without hesitation, he was full of killing intent.

No matter how great Moyong Su was, he could not shout at Cheon Mubaeck, who was stained with blood and was full of killing intent.

Not only had he seen with his own two eyes that he was a stronger master than him, but wasn't he a person who had helped him anyway? Although he didn't know if he would turn into an enemy, he didn't see any such signs.

He cupped his fists with a hard face.

"I am Moyong Su, the head of the Moyong Clan. I am living in the martial world with the false name of the Iron Staff Monarch."

"It is a false name. You're not even a guardian demon king, you're struggling with just demonic people."

"...I offer my sincere gratitude for your help. This lacking person has received a great favor."

Although Moyong Su had a relatively arrogant aspect, that was just a natural nature he had as the head of the Five Great Clans. But he was also a person whose experience in the martial world was not lacking, and his judgment was good.

'To make an enemy of such a master is a foolish and stupid thing. Even if I can't maintain a good relationship, I shouldn't make him an enemy. If a single word can repay a debt of a thousand nyang, why can't I bow my waist once?'

Cheon Mubaeck also saw through Moyong Su's thoughts. He confirmed that he was a rather flexible person who knew when to bend, not a stiff person. Cheon Mubaeck's voice softened somewhat.

"You understand, right? Huh? My back is aching from running around here and there. Well, you should have trained your subordinate martial artists a little harder, right? I was saving the guys who were about to die, phew."

"...Are you a person of the orthodox path?"

It seemed he was going around saving the orthodox path martial artists who were in a crisis, not just himself.

Moyong Su's question was natural. But Cheon Mubaeck answered with a straight face.

"No, I am a demonic person."

"Why would a demonic person help the orthodox path?"

"That's my business. Do I need permission to do as I please?"

There was nothing to say. Moyong Su decided that he had to take this person to the orthodox path's camp.

Even if he didn't know, if it was the Strange Heavenly Brain, Zhuge Seon, who was commanding this battle, he would have a way to find out.

And so, as he was about to speak.

Cheon Mubaeck suddenly groaned and fell to the floor.

"Hey, you, hey!"

Moyong Su was surprised and approached.

No way, did he suffer an internal injury during the fight?

But at that moment, Cheon Mubaeck's voice pierced his mind.

-Pretend to be dead, pretend to be dead!

"...What?"

-You can't understand what I'm saying, so I'll beat it into your head, but you're still dazed. Pretend to be dead, or I'll really kill you.

At the murderous threat, Moyong Su fell to the floor.

Then Cheon Mubaeck opened his eyes murderously and looked at him.

-Don't you do it properly?

"..."

Cheon Mubaeck then smeared the blood that was all over the place on his whole body.

Moyong Su, who was looking at it with a confused look, awkwardly followed.

-Do it properly. Or I'll really kill you. Isn't it better to pretend to be dead?

'What on earth...'

Moyong Su was at a loss for words when he saw the 'perfect' turtle breathing technique, where his movements stopped, his breathing stopped, and his pulse was so faint that it could not be felt.

* * *

"It was nothing."

The Blood Lion King, one of the guardian demon kings who had jumped into the battlefield, narrowed his eyes.

Although he had a skinny build, the presence he emitted instantly captivated the surroundings.

His golden eyes scanned the ground.

"About forty people are dead?"

The corpses of the demonic people who had fallen to the ground.

Looking at the location of the corpses, it was the shape of a formation that was made to face a master who had entered the divine.

And he smiled faintly as he saw the corpse of the Iron Staff Monarch, Moyong Su, next to him.

"If forty people died and one head of the Moyong Clan died, it's a profitable business. I wanted to kill him with my own hands, but since there are still other heads of the families left."

Although it was a precious prey, it was a very good exchange if it was exchanged for the lives of forty demonic people.

The Blood Lion King, who had been thinking so, suddenly discovered something strange.

"...?"

As he glanced at the wounds on the corpses, he saw a strange point.

"This is a mark of being broken or crushed by a blunt weapon, so it's right that he was killed by the Iron Staff Monarch. About fifteen corpses are like this, but the remaining twenty-five... sword wounds?"

The Blood Lion King's face hardened at a frightening speed.

At that moment.

"Die!"

Moyong Su, who had been performing the turtle breathing technique, suddenly raised his iron staff and swung it.

The Blood Lion King's reflex speed was unparalleled.

As soon as his senses recognized that the flow of the air had changed, his body operated like a machine.

But Moyong Su, who had made a surprise attack, was also a master who had entered the divine.

At the fierce vital energy that poured out in an instant, the Blood Lion King had no choice but to retreat quickly.

The Blood Lion King shouted with bloodshot eyes.

"You're a cheap orthodox path master! You pretend to be dead and make a surprise attack?"

"Shut up! Do you think I wanted to do this!"

A shockwave swept through the surroundings at the major clash. The corpses exploded and blood and flesh were rampant.

"Keuk!"

The Blood Lion King retreated, vomiting black blood with a pale face.

Moyong Su, who had made a surprise attack, also staggered back with an uneasy expression.

A surprise attack was fatal. Moreover, a surprise attack from an enemy of a similar realm was even more so.

The situation now was like that.

Then, what would happen if he were to be surprise attacked by a master of a higher realm than himself?

At that moment, Cheon Mubaeck, who had been lying on the floor, rose like a ghost.

The moment the Blood Lion King, who had belatedly noticed Cheon Mubaeck's presence, was about to turn his body quickly.

"......!"

As all his senses became faint, the last thing he felt was the fact that his neck had been cut.

Without even letting out a last word or a single scream, the Blood Lion King, a guardian demon king of the demonic cult, died.

"Keuk. This is why I do surprise attacks."

Cheon Mubaeck wiped his sword.

Moyong Su closed his mouth. Even if it was a surprise attack, to cut his neck in one stroke...?

"It's not that difficult. He was only focused on you, but how can he block a corpse that he thought was dead suddenly holding a sword and cutting his neck from behind?"

And he was a master higher than him.

Cheon Mubaeck, who had eliminated the Blood Lion King without any problem, said with a triumphant expression.

"This is one of the thirty-six stratagems, pretending to be dead and hitting them from behind."

"...Was there such a thing in the thirty-six stratagems?"

"Anyway, this is why the orthodox path is a problem. A guy who goes to the battlefield doesn't even study the art of war? Tsk, tsk, the young ones these days..."

"The young ones..."

"When I was young. Huh? If there was a famous strategist, I would have brought a gift and would have asked for his teachings. Now, not only do they not do that, but they don't even read books. It's the end of the world, the end of the world."

"..."

No, what art of war says to pretend to be dead and to hit them from behind?

At that moment.

Suddenly, cheers and screams erupted from afar.

"The Yaksha King has killed the Hegemon Heavenly One Saber, Peng Cheon, of the Hebei Peng Clan!"

"The Hegemon Heavenly One Saber, Peng Cheol, is dead!"

Peng Cheol's head was stuck on a flag and soared high.

The cheers of the demonic people echoed through the battlefield. On the other hand, the faces of the orthodox path martial artists hardened noticeably.

Cheon Mubaeck clicked his tongue.

"Tsk, tsk. If I hadn't come, your head would have been stuck on a flag too."

"..."

"Good grief, they kill one on this side, and they kill one on that side."

Cheon Mubaeck's brow narrowed.

It was not an easy fight.

If this battle continued, the orthodox path would not necessarily lose, but they would suffer serious losses.

They had to hold out longer.

'Then I have to end this battle first.'

Even if he didn't end the war, he had to end the current battle.

'The method is simple.'

Cheon Mubaeck's way.

He would cut down all the leaders of the enemies.

But it was not easy to just intercept and go around the leaders on this wide battlefield.

Even if Cheon Mubaeck moved like a ghost.

'Then...'

Cheon Mubaeck thought differently.

His gaze turned to the orthodox path's side. To be precise, towards the Zhuge Clan.

The one who was commanding this wide battlefield was not Namgung Jo, but of course, Zhuge Seon.

"...Hmm."

Seeing that old face, a fun thought suddenly came to mind.

(End of Chapter)