Sword God Reborn

Chapter 313 : What are you, you.

"Is that so? You are the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, Cheon Mubaeck. And the sect leader of the Sword Sect."

The Heavenly Demon did not even show a surprised expression. He was still dry.

Cheon Mubaeck chuckled.

"Are you trying to set the mood in front of your subordinates? Isn't it hard to pretend you're not bothered?"

"...You speak as if you can see right through me."

"I can see it all. You're angry, you're flustered, you're confused. Am I wrong?"

Cheon Mubaeck's Seon-an was a formidable ability that could even glimpse the Heavenly Demon's emotions.

The Heavenly Demon's strange gaze swept over Cheon Mubaeck's entire body. Cheon Mubaeck somehow found that gaze familiar.

"Well, you're rolling your eyes like crazy."

A gaze that seemed to observe the opponent's everything. A gaze that dug into and analyzed every element.

It was the same as how he gauged his opponent before a fight.

"Are you originally the sect leader of the Sword Sect and a traitor to the Demonic Path? Or are you the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero who became the sect leader of the Sword Sect and infiltrated the Demonic Path?"

"Is that important?"

"It is important. It will be the main justification for the purge after the fight is over."

Cheon Mubaeck clicked his tongue at the Heavenly Demon's appearance of mentioning a purge without any problem.

"Purge, my ass. You can't even survive, and you're already worried about after the fight?"

"..."

"There is no tomorrow for you, so don't worry about it in advance."

"You're arrogant. What have you prepared?"

"You're quick-witted."

Cheon Mubaeck raised his hand slightly. A light of tension appeared on the faces of the demonic people.

The faces of the Ghost Mother King and the Short-Lived King became complicated. It had been almost twenty days since Cheon Mubaeck had entered the demonic path's camp. It was a long time to prepare anything if he put his mind to it. Seeing him step forward so confidently, he must have prepared something solid.

"Don't be too nervous. If you work hard, you'll be able to last a long time."

"...A Qimen formation?"

The world suddenly darkened. The shadow of Cheon Mubaeck that seemed to cover the camp materialized. Under the shadow, the surrounding terrain, tents, and fences were all mixed up.

They were mixed, changed, and overturned.

His vision spun, and his direction changed rapidly. East became west, and south became north.

The person next to him disappeared, and he forgot his own location.

The Heavenly Demon's eyebrow twitched slightly.

His eyes were still on Cheon Mubaeck, but the surrounding demonic people were not.

They had suddenly moved somewhere without the Heavenly Demon's order.

"You've made something vicious. It's a thing that shows a completely different illusion to each person and makes them wander endlessly."

It was also a large-scale range. Because all the demonic people who had entered the camp were now scattered here and there.

Cheon Mubaeck shrugged his shoulders.

"It's called the Dream Soul Demon Luo Light Formation. It's a superposition of two formations. One is to plant an illusion in your head right now, and the other is to make you lose all your senses."

"To superimpose two Qimen formations. Is this your work?"

"Why, you don't think so?"

"I heard. The Sword Sect leader captured the Strange Heavenly Brain as a prisoner. This must have been his scheme."

"To think of that only now, even if it's a world of the strong, shouldn't a moderately smart guy be sitting in the Heavenly Demon's seat?"

The Heavenly Demon did not react to Cheon Mubaeck's taunt. He just frowned slightly as he saw the scattered demonic people.

"There is always a life gate and a death gate in a formation. But since the formations are superimposed, if you enter thinking it's a life gate, a death gate will pop out. Moreover, since the life gate and the death gate are constantly changing, you can't break it."

Cheon Mubaeck was honestly impressed. If you looked at a Qimen formation from the outside, you could analyze its essence to some extent.

But to grasp the core from within the formation was a different matter.

"There is no way to break it. My subordinates won't be able to break through. But you would know that there are people to whom such a formation does not work."

"Well, looking at you, it doesn't seem to work."

A Qimen formation that cast illusions and phantoms and changed the senses showed a tremendous power.

But if one had a firm mental strength and a profound internal energy, they would not be deluded.

Wasn't the Heavenly Demon looking at Cheon Mubaeck with an indifferent face right now?

It wasn't just the Heavenly Demon.

The Short-Lived King, the Ghost Mother King, the Aizen Myoo, and all the other living Guardian Demon Kings were firmly holding their ground.

The Heavenly Demon gave an order.

"You guys, break the formation. Otherwise, you will surely suffer a miserable death unworthy of a martial artist."

"..."

Although the Ghost Mother King tried to say something, she soon gave up.

'He's planning to fight the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero alone.'

The Heavenly Demon was a person whose pride in his own skill pierced the sky.

If she were to say that she would stay by his side, worrying about him, it would rather be an insult to the Heavenly Demon.

Rather, she had to quickly follow his order and to break this formation. As soon as possible.

If she were to break it late, the state of the demonic people would not be normal, and if the orthodox path were to attack all at once in the meantime?

'It's terrible.'

Of course, if only the Heavenly Demon was intact, there would be no problem. The Heavenly Demon was the demonic path itself. Because he was there, the demonic path existed. No matter how many other demonic people died, if the Heavenly Demon was firm, the demonic path would stand tall.

But somehow, the Ghost Mother King could not shake off her ominous feeling.

'Can he really be safe?'

Such a thought came to her mind, blasphemously.

The Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, Cheon Mubaeck.

Whether it was the shadow he cast, or the dark darkness created by the formation, something.

Was covering the world.

It was the source of the ominous feeling.

"..."

So only the two of them were left. The Heavenly Demon and Cheon Mubaeck. Just the two of them.

The Heavenly Demon said slowly.

"I'll give you the first move."

The Heavenly Demon said so. But his hand moved before his words. He waved his hand lightly as if chasing a fly.

Cheon Mubaeck instantly tilted his head to the left.

Something brushed past his earlobe. Several tents behind him evaporated without leaving a trace.

Cheon Mubaeck let out a hollow laugh.

"You said you'd give me the first move?"

"Do you believe the words of a demonic person?"

At the shameless answer, Cheon Mubaeck clicked his tongue.

"Wow. This is a novel guy."

"You're pretty good too. You have good senses."

It was the Heavenly Demon's vital energy that could tear through any protective qi.

It was a power that went beyond simply tearing, burning, rupturing, and turning into a pool of blood.

It was a power that could evaporate anything.

It was an incomprehensible extreme high temperature, and a concentration of destructive power. If Cheon Mubaeck had not tilted his head, he would not have been able to easily block it even with his protective qi, represented by the Ghost Valley's Vast Love.

The Heavenly Demon waved his hand continuously.

The finger-flicking technique poured out vital energy randomly.

Cheon Mubaeck also stood still and poured out his palm energy. The Sun and Moon Qi billowed and blocked all the finger-flicking techniques.

The shockwave of the mixed vital energy swept through the surroundings. All the objects that had been around the two people evaporated, were torn, and were broken. The terrain, such as rocks, hills, and trivial weeds, disappeared cleanly.

The corner of the Heavenly Demon's mouth rose slightly.

He attacked with vital energy, and the opponent also blocked with vital energy.

A preliminary battle of sorts where he could gauge the opponent's internal energy and the level of its operation.

The Heavenly Demon drew his sword.

At the same time, his body stretched out like a ray of light. Cheon Mubaeck also drew his Divine Iron Ancient Sword.

A cold bleakness covered the surroundings.

The Heavenly Demon's smile deepened.

The opponent's profound internal energy and operation were not inferior to his own.

The excellence of his internal energy and its operation were also exquisite. Such a person could not be anything but a master. At the exciting tension, the Heavenly Demon's body quickly heated up.

But he had no intention of going easy on his opponent. There was no reason to deliberately let go just because it was a fun fight. The more the opponent was strong, the more tenaciously and thoroughly he would trample them, that was the Heavenly Demon's nature. A powerful blow came down from above, in one stroke.

It was a bold blow.

It was not a simple downward sword strike. In the sword strike that was drawn in one stroke, the techniques of three or four variations were permeated. It rotated to add a strong rotational force, the sword body vibrated to compress the force, and the vital energy was sharpened and sharpened to add cutting power.

But Cheon Mubaeck had just casually parried it with his sword.

The moment he had lightly blocked the blow that contained three or four techniques in one sword strike, the Heavenly Demon's body wavered for a moment.

But even in his surprise, the Heavenly Demon actively used the situation he was in. He used the repulsive force of his wavering body to turn his upper body halfway and to cut with his sword.

But even that was blocked by Cheon Mubaeck's sword without fail.

This time, it was not just a block. At the same time, Cheon Mubaeck turned his body and kicked up.

Although the Heavenly Demon's hand had caught Cheon Mubaeck's foot, the sound of gunpowder exploding was heard.

Cheon Mubaeck's kick was also a leg technique with internal energy, and the Heavenly Demon's hand was also a palm technique.

In fact, it was a clash of enormous vital energy.

But this time, the one who was pushed back was the Heavenly Demon.

A bout that had taken place in an instant. If someone had seen it, it would have looked as if the surroundings had been completely overturned by a shockwave without anything happening.

The Heavenly Demon was surprised by Cheon Mubaeck's powerful internal energy. Moreover, his movements, which seemed to see through his own sword path, were also unbelievable.

"I see. It's as the Ghost Mother King said. It's a foolish thing to give time for him to grow. I have to kill you here and now."

The Heavenly Demon was cold. It wasn't that his satisfaction, his need for a rival to overcome his loneliness, was important.

Even now, if this went on, Cheon Mubaeck would not be a rival.

He might be the one who would devour him, who would swallow the demonic path, a new Azure Sky Sword God, or even more.

The Heavenly Demon gritted his teeth and raised his internal energy.

An enormous demonic qi swirled like a storm.

But at that moment, Cheon Mubaeck rather rushed in deeper.

As if throwing his body into the storm.

Surprisingly, he had found an opening in the wave of that powerful internal energy and had thrust his sword.

The Heavenly Demon frowned and immediately went on the defensive.

It was a clean defense. But the Heavenly Demon's psychology was twisted. The offensive and defensive had been completely reversed.

Cheon Mubaeck, who had once seized the initiative of the offensive, poured out his attacks like crazy. Fast sword, heavy sword, hegemon's sword, all the techniques of the sword were changing from moment to moment. The Heavenly Demon steadily blocked them one by one. Cheon Mubaeck did not care. He just focused on the attack.

He aimed for the weak points and thrust, and the Heavenly Demon blocked. He induced him to create another weak point, and then he cut again. The Heavenly Demon also blocked, and looked for an opening from time to time.

The Heavenly Demon's defense was like an iron wall, and Cheon Mubaeck's attack only pierced the core.

It was a fierce bout that was like watching a well-choreographed play.

The Heavenly Demon observed Cheon Mubaeck's face. To grasp the opponent's psychology during a fight was the most basic of basics, and a condition for certain victory.

Of course, the stronger the opponent, the less they would show their emotions on their face.

They were skilled at hiding their emotions and not even showing a trace.

But Cheon Mubaeck's expression was strangely contorting.

"You're still young."

The Heavenly Demon let out a joyful laugh inwardly. His skill and profound internal energy were unbelievable.

'Even the martial arts of the Azure Sky Sword God. Perhaps he is a talent that the Sword Venerable and the orthodox martial world have created.'

The Sword Venerable had passed on the martial arts of the Azure Sky Sword God, and the orthodox martial world had joined forces to raise a talent.

Cheon Mubaeck was so admirable that such a reasoning had suddenly popped into his head. But it was clear that he was still young. He could not properly manage his emotions. His expression was changing drastically on his face. He was clearly flustered.

But that fluster was a little different from what the Heavenly Demon had thought.

Cheon Mubaeck suddenly parried his sword and jumped back.

And the moment a bleak voice flowed out, the Heavenly Demon's body hardened for a moment.

"Hey. What are you? Did you return to your youth?"

His face was different, his body shape was different, everything was different.

Cheon Mubaeck knew.

The Heavenly Demon stopped. A look of shock spread on his pupils. A gaze that seemed to ask how on earth he knew was fixed on Cheon Mubaeck. Cheon Mubaeck was also confused, but he put a coldness in his pupils.

That guy.

"Gun Cheon-ak. You bastard. What are you?"

It was the previous Heavenly Demon, Gun Cheon-ak.

(End of Chapter)