Sword God Reborn

Chapter 35 : Who Said You Could?

"What's all this commotion? Why is it so noisy?"

"I heard there's a protest."

"A protest?"

The black-way members of the Black Wolf Gang smirked as if they were dumbfounded.

"What kind of protest?"

"It's probably 'Down with the Black Wolf Gang'."

"My goodness."

They didn't think much of it.

Because the commoners were guys who would bow their waists if you frowned and showed them a sword once.

But when a few of the black-way who had gone out to sort out the situation returned with pale faces, they realized that the situation was not to be taken lightly.

The momentum of the crowd that filled the streets was tremendous.

The suppressed dissatisfaction had burst out all at once.

But when they arrived in front of the large pavilion of the Black Wolf Gang, their momentum gradually lost its power.

The black-way guarded the high walls surrounding the various pavilions, glaring their eyes.

"You sons of bitches! We protected you and guarded you, and now you're causing trouble?"

"Go back to your businesses right now! You bastards!"

"Do you want to be out of business for good?"

The shop owners threw words that they would all be afraid of and intimidated them.

"Hey! Mr. Yang! I heard your son is studying these days? Can he even study if I gouge out both his eyeballs?"

"Hey! Your wife looks quite tender for her age. Should I pay a visit to your house and, huh? Grant you a favor?"

They had intended to make an example of all the commoners who had first caused the commotion by killing them.

But there were too many of them.

If they carelessly killed one or two as an example, it could rather be an act of pouring oil on the fire. The Black Wolf Gang was not that stupid.

So they intended to intimidate them and quell the situation for now, and then retaliate later.

The commoners, who had come out with kitchen knives or flails, all hesitated.

Although they had rushed out with great momentum, the fear that had been engraved in their bodies came to mind.

At that sight, the Black Wolf Gang members smiled vilely.

"Get lost! You trash!"

It was then.

Jeobeok.

A situation where hundreds of people, including the Black Wolf Gang, were facing each other.

The sound of them spitting out curses and moving around busily was so loud that it was reminiscent of the middle of a market.

In the midst of it, the sound of footsteps that exquisitely cut through the gaps between the people stole everyone's attention.

Jeobeok, jeobeok.

Cheon Mubaeck slowly walked out from among the crowd.

A slow walk that felt frustrating.

The crowd fell silent for a moment at the sight of Cheon Mubaeck, who was looking around with his hands behind his back as if he were on a trip to a scenic spot.

It was a strange thing.

He hadn't done anything special.

He had just walked.

But everyone's gaze was focused on him. Their gazes were naturally drawn to Cheon Mubaeck's every gesture.

Someone swallowed their saliva.

A strange atmosphere.

Cheon Mubaeck, with just one sword at his waist, stood tall in the center of the empty space where the Black Wolf Gang and the commoners were facing each other.

One of the effective actions to draw people's attention is to remain silent.

Cheon Mubaeck remained silent. He opened his upper dantian and circulated the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art.

He felt it.

'Fear, absurdity, bewilderment, hope...'

There is a unique qi wave that each of the crowd emits.

Even if they don't realize it, their emotions are contained in it and flow out as a qi wave.

Cheon Mubaeck read the flow of all that external qi and moved it at will.

The flow of external qi. Cheon Mubaeck's footsteps that exquisitely cut through it.

It was expressed as a presence that could not be ignored. Cheon Mubaeck stood in the middle and looked at the Black Wolf Gang who were blocking the front of the pavilion one by one.

The strongest man among them barely opened his mouth.

"Who are you?"

"I am Cheon Mubaeck."

"Cheon Mubaeck? Who is that?"

"Who are you?"

"I am the Demon Star Sword, Chu-gak!"

"Demon Star Sword? Who is that?"

"..."

Chu-gak was at a loss for words for a moment because of Cheon Mubaeck, who was repeating his own words.

Cheon Mubaeck smirked and muttered.

"This is simple. Tell your heads to come out."

"This bastard! Did you incite these bastards?"

"The head. Tell him to come out."

"...!"

In an instant, the Black Wolf Gang felt their chests tighten and their breath was taken away.

Cheon Mubaeck's momentum instantly pierced the black-way and shook the entire pavilion.

To be precise, it was a qi wave directed at a few people inside the pavilion.

Cheon Mubaeck had decided to draw them out.

He deliberately adjusted the qi wave moderately.

'If I look too strong, they might run away.'

A level that seemed moderately strong but not a negligible opponent.

That is, he shot out a qi wave at a level that would arouse curiosity.

Naturally, there was a reaction.

At Cheon Mubaeck's qi wave, a middle-aged man opened the main gate of the pavilion and walked out.

He must be the current Black Wolf Gang Master.

The black-way of the Black Wolf Gang split to the left and right.

The moment he saw him, Cheon Mubaeck instinctively knew.

The three martial artists who had appeared together with the Black Wolf Gang Master.

They all exuded a completely different atmosphere from the Black Wolf Gang black-way.

A sticky and gloomy unique demonic qi.

'The Blood Demon Sect.'

Cheon Mubaeck's eyes shone.

He had come to the right place.

The number was small. Cheon Mubaeck spread his qi sense as sensitively and widely as possible.

'The rest must have been dispatched to various places to catch me.'

The only ones left were those guys.

But the data related to the Blood Demon Sect that had been gathered so far would be intact.

Cheon Mubaeck glanced back.

Neung-heo, who had been in the crowd, had disappeared.

Certainly, he was a quick-witted guy.

'Tsk. There's still one guy in the pavilion.'

Well, Neung-heo would take care of that much.

"Who are you?"

At that moment, a somewhat sharp voice flowed out.

A fight in the martial world has a surprisingly similar aspect to a street fight.

Fighting with mutual greetings and high respect is not a fight but a duel.

A fight had to kill each other. To do that, the most important thing is psychological warfare.

To distract and break the opponent's concentration.

"I'm the old man who came to take your head."

"...!"

Kuh. I got him.

Looking at the dumbfounded face of the Black Wolf Gang Master, Cheon Mubaeck laughed inwardly.

"You bastard. When did the sage transmit his teachings? When an old man comes, you should greet him. Don't you know seniority? Huh? Even that bastard Neung-heo knows."

"..."

The Black Wolf Gang Master glared at Cheon Mubaeck with an absurd look.

Was that all?

The men who had come out with him also had their mouths wide open.

Before the Black Wolf Gang Master could say anything, Cheon Mubaeck continued to shoot at him.

"Well, if you knew such teachings, you wouldn't have put poison in the alcohol and medicine."

"...!"

In an instant, a ripple appeared on the Black Wolf Gang Master's face.

Cheon Mubaeck laughed as if mocking him.

"You dregs of the Blood Demon Sect. I'm Cheon Mubaeck, Cheon Mubaeck. Don't you know? I'm the one who killed Yuk Seong and Gu Jin-hae."

Cheon Mubaeck looked at that expression as if appreciating it.

Only then did the Black Wolf Gang Master, who had recalled the three-letter name Cheon Mubaeck, put his hand on his scabbard.

It was then.

Kkeuaaa-!

A scream was heard from inside the pavilion.

The Black Wolf Gang Master's eyebrow twitched.

"You... you didn't come alone?"

He immediately raised his hand. At the same time, one of the Blood Demon Sect members behind him turned his body and ran into the pavilion.

No, he tried to run in.

Swaek!

Cheon Mubaeck injected internal energy into the tip of his finger. The moment one of the Blood Demon Sect members turned his body, he shot out a finger flicking technique like a thunderbolt.

A single streak of blue light cut through the air and accurately pierced the back of the guy's head.

Puseok!

The head was brutally shattered like a watermelon being crushed by a horse's hoof.

A bright red stream of blood gushed out as if it were an explosion.

"...!"

The surroundings fell into silence.

Everyone was at a loss for words at the terribly dead corpse.

A considerable distance. Putting aside the profoundness of the internal energy that shot out a finger flicking technique over that distance, everyone got goosebumps at the skill of accurately blowing up the head.

Wasn't he a monster who could blow up a head from a distance at any time?

In the midst of the heavy silence. Cheon Mubaeck drew his sword from its scabbard.

Seureuk.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Cheon Mubaeck!"

"We have a lot to talk about, don't we? I'm the one who caught Yuk Seong and Gu Jin-hae. You guys have a lot of complaints about me too, right?"

"What on earth is the reason for this!"

"Isn't it the Blood Demon Sect?"

"...We have never harmed you first."

Cheon Mubaeck grinned.

Perhaps that was right.

'It's not exactly wrong.'

In any case, it was Cheon Mubaeck who had attacked the Blood Demon Sect first.

It was an unavoidable thing anyway.

The more the Blood Demon Sect extended its evil hands, the more it would have had a bad influence on Cheon Mubaeck and the Azure Star Escort Agency in the end.

So Cheon Mubaeck was just eliminating them in advance.

Moreover, there was one belief that Cheon Mubaeck had lived by while living through numerous past lives.

The affairs of the martial world should only be carried out in the martial world.

The Blood Demon Sect was a martial arts group of the martial world, and they were beings who lived in the martial world.

But the act of their evil influence reaching the ordinary commoners was an act that he, as a martial artist who held a sword, could not tolerate.

It was not because he was particularly burning with a special sense of justice.

It was just a reasonable duty that a human being should naturally have.

'It's a natural thing.'

It is a belief that a martial artist who holds a sword and walks that path should naturally have.

"You can't take a single step without my permission."

"You crazy bastard!"

Kwang!

Cheon Mubaeck rolled on the ground once.

At the strong qi wave, the Black Wolf Gang Master and the Black Wolf Gang members all felt their insides churn. Their pupils shook uncontrollably.

"All your movements! Thoughts! And even your breaths! I control them here!"

"...!"

Cheon Mubaeck held his sword upright.

"And, even your lives, are at my disposal."

* * *

"Strike at the same time!"

The Black Wolf Gang Master shouted without hesitation.

Since it had come to this, he had to kill Cheon Mubaeck now.

In any case, hadn't all the Blood Demon Sect members who were in Henan left to kill Cheon Mubaeck?

The Black Wolf Gang Master did not believe it when he said that Cheon Mubaeck was the one who had killed Yuk Seong and Gu Jin-hae.

According to what he had found out, he was just a scholar who knew how to play an instrument.

But now his thoughts had completely changed.

'He's a dangerous guy!'

The Cheon Mubaeck he had encountered was a great person who was capable of killing Yuk Seong and Gu Jin-hae.

His ability to control the atmosphere and the way he had shattered his subordinate's head with a finger flicking technique just now.

It was all clearly a martial prowess greater than that of Yuk Seong and Gu Jin-hae.

The Black Wolf Gang Master was a level lower than Yuk Seong and Gu Jin-hae. Because those two were elders.

But even so, he was confident.

It was the number of the Black Wolf Gang.

No matter how much of a master he was, he had two hands.

One sword.

His internal energy was limited.

'He's a young guy, so how much internal energy could he have accumulated!'

The answer was gradual consumption.

If the black-way of the Black Wolf Gang kept rushing at him and induced the exhaustion of his internal energy, that would be enough.

No matter how great a master he was, his internal energy would not be infinite!

In the meantime, the Black Wolf Gang Master intended to return to the pavilion and eliminate the other intruder.

In the pavilion, the business and activities that the Blood Demon Sect had carried out in Henan were left as documents.

If that were to be known to the world, the Blood Demon Sect, which had been extending its evil hands from behind while controlling the black-way, would be revealed.

"Everyone kill that guy! To the one who puts a hole in that guy's stomach, I will give a great reward!"

The moment the Black Wolf Gang Master shouted that and was about to run to the pavilion, something came flying, making a whooshing sound, and aimed for the Master's throat.

Swaeeek!

'Internal energy!'

It was the finger flicking technique that had blown up his subordinate's head a moment ago.

But the Master still twisted his body with all his might, even using his internal energy.

Puak!

The finger flicking technique that had narrowly grazed one of his shoulders. But that alone was a terrible pain. A chunk of his shoulder had disappeared.

"Keuk!"

The Master grabbed his blown-off shoulder with his remaining hand and staggered.

He turned his gaze with trembling pupils.

At that moment, his eyes met with Cheon Mubaeck, who was leisurely swinging his sword, surrounded by dozens of black-way.

His gaze said.

"Movement, breath, and even life. I'll do as I please, you know? Where are you going?"

(End of Chapter)