Sword God Reborn

Chapter 47 : Do I Look Easy to You?

Kwang!

Half of the pavilion collapsed.

Four or five masked men were crushed to death. Cheon Mubaeck landed on top of it.

The sight of Cheon Mubaeck, surrounded by a white radiance, was absolutely overwhelming.

His neatly braided hair, which had been tidy until now, was let loose and was flying wildly in the wind and qi wave, and his eyes were flashing with a white light.

Ung-ung-ung!

When he circulated the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art to its limit, the qi wave around Cheon Mubaeck became tangible and surged.

The sight of the qi taking a form that was visible to the eye and sweeping the surroundings was by no means a common sight.

The crowd that had been fighting stopped as if they had made a promise and their mouths fell open.

In particular, the shock of the white-haired old man, who had been leisurely watching the fight between the man in the red cloak and Hyeryang and Master Muso, was even greater.

"Wh-Who is that guy!"

Was there such a guy in Shaolin?

Hadn't he said that he only needed to be a little careful of the Great Master Hyeryang, Master Muso, and Cheonghyeonjin?

He hurriedly looked at the Eighteen Stars who had planned to attack Shaolin this time.

But the Eighteen Stars also had an expression that was hard to understand.

The old man hurriedly sent a telepathic message.

[Who is he? Don't tell me he's a former master who has been in seclusion at Shaolin? The Great Master Cheonseung? Or Cheonseung's junior brother, or some guy like that?]

Of course, looking at his appearance, it was a ridiculous statement because he was young.

When was Cheonseung from? Wasn't he a figure from the righteous-demonic war? He was ridiculously young to be seen as his junior brother or disciple.

The old man was so confused that he couldn't even make such a judgment.

The Eighteen Stars were also confused.

[G-Gu-seong-nim. That guy is Cheon Mubaeck.]

[Cheon Mubaeck?]

[I'm talking about the youngest son of the Azure Star Escort Agency who first mentioned our Blood Ghost Valley to Shaolin.]

The old man, Gu-seong, firmly closed his mouth.

Cheon Mubaeck, without even giving them a glance, immediately flew his body.

The masked men who were surrounding him rushed at him.

Seogeok!

Not a single one of them reached Cheon Mubaeck.

The radiance that surrounded Cheon Mubaeck neutralized the attacks of the masked men. At Cheon Mubaeck's following gesture, their necks were cut in a row in one go.

"The Ghost... Crying... Light Cliff?"

The Great Master Hyeryang's voice trembled slightly.

The Ghost Crying Light Cliff!

The unique martial art of the Azure Sky Sword God, who had been so reliable when he had come to protect Shaolin.

It was exactly the same as what he had seen 40 years ago, when he was a brat who was not even twenty years old.

Of course, it was inferior compared to the Ghost Crying Light Cliff of that time.

The Ghost Crying Light Cliff of the Azure Sky Sword God was so enormous that it could surround the entire Shaolin.

But what he was seeing now was also clearly the Ghost Crying Light Cliff.

The Great Master Hyeryang's body trembled violently.

'A descendant... of the Azure Sky Sword God.'

In the midst of the crowd that had stopped as if it were a temporary pause at the sudden appearance of Cheon Mubaeck.

Cheon Mubaeck had already broken through all the walls and had reached Baek Gong-yang.

Baek Gong-yang could not move with his eyes wide open.

The moment he saw Cheon Mubaeck's eyes, his body had hardened as if he were overwhelmed.

Cheon Mubaeck said as if he were quietly reciting.

"You bastard, Baek Gong-yang."

A low but deep echo.

The back of everyone's neck in the crowd turned cold. A chill ran through them as they felt a chilling anger in the low voice.

"Th-This!"

In an instant, bright red blood gushed out of Baek Gong-yang's mouth.

At the same time, Baek Gong-yang let out a strange sound and swung his sword with a tremendous speed and power.

He had bitten his own tongue to wake his stiff body and had put all the internal energy that was overflowing in his body into his sword.

In fact, it was something that a martial artist should not do.

To put almost all of one's internal energy into a single sword strike meant that one was going for a one-hit kill.

Since he had to kill in one blow, the power was natural.

But if you looked at it the other way, you had to kill in one blow. Because if you couldn't, you would die.

Pasusususu!

"...!"

The blow that contained all of Baek Gong-yang's spirit was engulfed in the radiance and died down powerlessly like a fire that was being extinguished with a hiss in cold water.

A look of disbelief appeared on Baek Gong-yang's face.

"This is ridiculous..."

"Hey, Baek Gong-yang."

"...!"

"I can't let you die a pretty death."

Cheon Mubaeck said so and sheathed his sword. Cheon Mubaeck's body seemed to sway for a moment, and then he slapped Baek Gong-yang's left and right cheeks in an instant.

"Keok!"

Every time he slapped his cheek, a lump of blood and pieces of teeth poured out of his mouth.

Cheon Mubaeck indifferently continued to slap his cheeks.

It was so pathetic that it seemed as if he would die from being slapped. Only after all the teeth in his mouth had been knocked out did Cheon Mubaeck stop slapping his cheeks. But that did not mean that Cheon Mubaeck's beating was over.

Ppagak!

Cheon Mubaeck's hand knife brought down Baek Gong-yang's shoulder. Baek Gong-yang could not even scream in pain and just gasped for air.

Ppagak! Ppeogeok!

With a strange sound, all the joints in Baek Gong-yang's body were either broken or bent. Looking at his dangling arms and legs, it was a wonder that he was not dead.

Cheon Mubaeck did not stop there and accurately pierced his dantian with his fist.

Peong!

"...!"

Cheon Mubaeck, who had burst his dantian using a kind of internal energy heavy hand technique, indifferently looked down at Baek Gong-yang, who was wriggling like a bug.

"You bastard. I should have killed you sooner. Shaolin will take care of you. Since you're the master of a secular branch."

Well. In fact, it was as good as killing him.

Cheon Mubaeck thought so and approached Cheon Mungyeong, who had a painful expression.

Cheon Mubaeck smiled brightly and reassured Cheon Mungyeong.

"Please rest, Father."

Cheon Mubaeck pressed Cheon Mungyeong's acupoint and at the same time, he sent his internal energy.

Cheon Mungyeong fell asleep with a comfortable expression.

Only then did Cheon Mubaeck look around. The masked men who had been annihilated in an instant and the qi wave of the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art that was fluctuating around him.

'My goodness.'

Didn't it look as if a storm had swept through?

Moreover, Baek Gong-yang had been brutally shattered to a degree that the original Cheon Mubaeck would not have done.

While coming here, Cheon Mubaeck had clearly seen Cheon Mungyeong being attacked.

At that moment, a fierce anger that even Cheon Mubaeck could not handle had raged within him.

The affectionate feelings that the original Cheon Mubaeck had for his father before he had awakened his past life had been expressed as anger.

Cheon Mubaeck originally maintained a thorough composure when he was in a fight.

It was only in his early past lives that he had raged with such anger.

'It's been a really long time since I've fought like this.'

Although the original Cheon Mubaeck would not have done it, Cheon Mubaeck surprisingly did not think it was bad.

The Heaven-Shaking Soul Art was a relatively calm internal energy cultivation method. Although it was deeper, more profound, and clearer than any other internal energy cultivation method, its explosive power could not be said to be the best.

But now it was different.

Since the upper dantian was greatly related to a person's emotions and brainwaves, the fierce anger had awakened the explosiveness of the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art.

In other words, it meant that Cheon Mubaeck could use the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art more aggressively depending on how he controlled his emotions.

Then weren't there numerous martial arts in Cheon Mubaeck's mind that could be used with it?

'Well, I'll sort those out slowly after I deal with these guys.'

Cheon Mubaeck walked straight into the middle of the fight.

Gu-seong shouted as if he were in a frenzy.

"Kill that bastard first!"

The Eighteen Stars pushed away Master Muso, who they had been fighting, and immediately headed for Cheon Mubaeck.

Not only the Eighteen Stars, but also the Sixteen Stars, who had been fighting with the Great Master Hyeryang, pushed away the Great Master Hyeryang with a strange hand movement and closed in on Cheon Mubaeck.

The two instinctively poured out the most powerful martial arts they could use.

"Die!"

The trump card that they had put all their strength into was colorless, and the attack was engulfed in the radiance and disappeared.

"...!"

A hand suddenly came out from within the radiance.

The head of the Sixteen Stars, who was rushing at him, was caught in that hand.

The crowd was submerged in a silence that was as if they were suffocating.

"Uup!"

A low voice spread thickly like soot.

"Do I look easy to you?"

A suffocating silence descended on the crowd.

Cheon Mubaeck's eyes shone with a white light.

"Instead of attacking the entire Shaolin, you should have put all your strength into killing me first."

While Cheon Mubaeck's voice was spreading.

The Sixteen Stars was caught in Cheon Mubaeck's hand and could not do anything.

The moment the Eighteen Stars was about to fly his body to save him in a hurry. Cheon Mubaeck's voice cut in.

"That was your mistake."

Kwadeuk!

The head of the Sixteen Stars was shattered like a watermelon.

* * *

Gu-seong was a person who was quick to judge the situation.

If not, he would not have been able to keep his position as the 9th in rank in the brutal Blood Ghost Valley.

[The plan has failed. Run away right now!]

Gu-seong poured out a telepathic message to the Eighteen Stars and immediately turned his body.

In fact, he had not moved much until now, so his body condition was at its best, but he instinctively realized that a fight with Cheon Mubaeck was absolutely impossible.

'He's not a guy I can fight at my level!'

The Sixteen Stars was a level far below him, but he was a guy who was good at fighting.

If not, would he have fought on equal terms with the abbot of Shaolin, even if he had taken poison and could not display his full strength?

But that guy's head had been shattered in one hand.

Gu-seong quickly used his lightness skill and glanced back.

Cheon Mubaeck was not chasing him.

Gu-seong let out a sigh of relief inwardly.

'He's tired!'

From the looks of it, he seemed to have fought all day.

His internal energy must have been depleted.

When he thought that much, Gu-seong was tempted to fight once, but he was not a reckless person who would invest in an uncertain possibility.

'After I return to the main valley, I'll have to thoroughly investigate him!'

Gu-seong was quite relieved.

Then he suddenly discovered a group of people who were coming up towards Shaolin and narrowed his eyes.

A group of people with swords. It was a strange combination with an old man and a young girl among them. Gu-seong tried to ignore them and pass by.

But suddenly, they attacked first from among them.

"Chief Heo!"

"It's a demonic being! Catch him!"

Gu-seong gritted his teeth.

To be able to grasp the energy with just external qi, he must be a skilled person.

Moreover, the faint scent of plum blossoms that was wafting from him got on Gu-seong's nerves.

'Damn it. Was it Mount Hua?'

Looking at the way they were blocking the road, it would not be easy to pass by.

Gu-seong drew his sword and swung it as he ran.

A sword qi with a powerful internal energy exploded.

He had intended to break through in one go.

"....!"

But Gu-seong's plan went wrong with a single exchange.

Although it was an internal energy that he had poured out with all his might, the leader, who was presumed to be a martial artist of Mount Hua, had blocked it while staggering.

'They're not guys to be taken lightly!'

Of course, he would not lose. But it was at a level that would take quite a bit of time to break through.

The problem was that if he wasted time here, he could be pursued.

Gu-seong, who had realized that fact, and the Eighteen Stars, who had belatedly run away, also joined in and launched an offensive.

Kung!

A heavy sword with a tremendous power exploded.

"Keuk!"

The man staggered back, but he did not fall.

"Annoying!"

Gu-seong clicked his tongue.

Then suddenly, an ominous feeling pierced his mind.

'Is he buying time?'

The opponent was avoiding a head-on confrontation. Of course, it was inevitable because he had felt the overwhelming difference in skill with a single exchange, but he was clinging on tenaciously.

Didn't it look like he was buying time, no matter who looked at it?

He hurriedly spread his qi sense widely.

The momentum of that terrifying guy was not felt. Although he felt the martial artists of Shaolin pursuing him from a great distance.

'That guy can't feel the qi sense farther than me.'

What was he relying on to buy time?

While the man was tenaciously clinging on with his subordinates around him.

Only then did Gu-seong recall a part he had not paid attention to.

"Ucha. You've worked hard, Chief Heo. It's all done now."

Looking at the old man, who he had not even thought about, Gu-seong felt a sense of unease.

The moment he realized the cause of that feeling, Gu-seong's face was dumbfounded.

"A formation...!"

(End of Chapter)