Sword God Reborn

Chapter 60 : What? Isn't This Internal Energy?

"No, where is there such an irresponsible thing!"

"I thought this was right."

"The ceiling is collapsing, the ceiling!"

"I see."

"I see? I seeeeee? This is crazy. You think you can survive even if the ceiling collapses? I can't! I'll die if the ceiling collapses!"

"Neung-heo."

I'm sorry...

"What!"

"The floor is cracking too, you know."

"Wow, shit."

Neung-heo laughed hollowly.

"I guess I'm dying here today."

"That's a shame. Do you have a family to hold a funeral for you?"

"No."

"I see."

That's also a little sorry...

"No, shit. What are you going to do!"

Kugugugugung!

There was no time to exchange idle jokes.

The ceiling cracked with a 'jjeojeok' sound, and dust and debris began to fall.

Jjeojeojeojeok!

Not only that. The floor cracked and then began to split open with a 'jjeok' sound.

Cheon Mubaeck scratched his cheek.

Hey. I can't stop this. What can I do when the ceiling is collapsing and the floor is collapsing?

"Neung-heo."

I'm sorry.

"Yes! Is there a way?"

"Uh. Hold on tight."

Survive.

"Pardon?"

"We're falling."

Take care of yourself.

"No, what do you mean, hold on tight...!"

Kugugugugung!

Neung-heo's cry was soon buried in a tremendous roar.

The ground collapsed.

* * *

Although Gukbo was flustered, he did not lose his composure.

Jjeojeojeok!

He jumped on the falling debris. Then he repeatedly stabbed his sword into the wall to stop, and appropriately adjusted his falling speed.

'It's completely collapsing!'

People were falling from all over the place.

"Gukbo!"

"Elder!"

Among them were Cheonghyeonjin and the disciples of Mount Hua who had been separated.

The Mute Red Demon, who had come to his senses, let out all sorts of strange cries and jumped. The martial artists of the Zhongnan sect, who had not been seen so far, also stabbed their swords into the opposite wall and fell.

The entire maze had collapsed.

Gukbo looked at Neung-heo with a new look.

"Shit, my wrist is going to break! Really."

He had to endure the falling load by just stabbing his sword into the wall.

Although Gukbo had also come down, alternating between his two hands, Neung-heo, who was one-armed, had come down safely with just one arm.

He had looked down on him because he had only been fooling around next to Cheon Mubaeck, but he felt that he was also a skilled person who was hard to ignore.

'Come to think of it, the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, this person...?'

It was then.

Kuuuung!

A formidable sound of something breaking through the air was heard from above.

"D-Dodge!"

Someone who had seen the shadow that was cast over his head hurriedly shouted and rolled on the floor.

Kwaaaang!

The floor was deeply dented.

It wasn't just dented. A tremendous shockwave spread widely in a circle, as if a meteorite had fallen. Even Gukbo, who was a little far away, felt his heart stop for a moment.

"This crazy... you just jumped down?"

Gukbo's mouth fell open.

In the very center of the circular pit, Cheon Mubaeck was straightening his bent knees.

The others, even himself, and even Cheonghyeonjin had barely come down, stabbing their swords into the wall.

But Cheon Mubaeck had just fallen from above.

He had not adjusted his speed, and he had just landed on the floor with the load on him.

Gukbo's eyes widened as if they would tear. Cheon Mubaeck's two footprints were left only to the extent that a slight trace was visible.

'How can that be!'

Gukbo, without even realizing it, looked at Cheonghyeonjin. Cheonghyeonjin also had a surprised look, as if he had had the same thought.

Although he had fallen from above, his footprints were not deeply dented.

What did that mean?

'It means that he dispersed the shock...'

In that situation?

He had dispersed the shock to another place while just falling, without anything?

Is that possible?

"Keung. I almost broke my back."

Cheon Mubae-ck straightened his back as if it were nothing.

He ignored the shocked gazes of the people and looked around.

"Wow. How can a person really do that?"

At Neung-heo's words, the people who had gathered in the crowd nodded their heads without even realizing it.

"Neung-heo, you're alive."

"I can't smell the incense behind my folding screen."

"If you had died, I would have held a funeral for you."

"That's very kind of you."

"Anyway, we're out of the maze."

Only then did the people begin to be wary of each other.

The number of people who had fallen was about fifty.

There were eight martial artists wearing the Taoist robes of the Zhongnan sect, and nine martial artists of the Mount Hua sect. And besides them, there were all sorts of martial artists.

"The guys who made this must be really amazing. To think that they made such a plaza underground."

Neung-heo muttered, sticking close to Cheon Mubaeck's side.

"Why are you sticking so close?"

"It's brutal right now. They're all in the mood for a fight, aren't they?"

As Neung-heo said.

Coincidentally, as they had all suddenly gathered in the underground plaza, the martial artists were wary of each other.

Cheon Mubaeck also felt it. Perhaps because he had appeared so impressively, the gazes that were wary of this side were very strong.

In the midst of such a sharp vigilance, Cheonghyeonjin approached Cheon Mubaeck.

"Young Master Cheon!"

"It's good to see you here, Cheonghyeonjin."

Cheonghyeonjin gave a somewhat bitter smile.

"Did the young hero also come, aiming for the secret manual of the Red Blood Sword Demon?"

A slight bitterness was felt in Cheonghyeonjin's voice.

Originally, he should have been tracking the Blood Ghost Valley, not here.

The fact that Cheon Mubaeck was here meant that he was aiming for the secret manual of the Red Blood Sword Demon.

He couldn't help but feel a strange emotion.

The sight of Cheon Mubaeck that he had seen at Shaolin was that of a hero who knew chivalry and righteousness.

'Of course, if you're a martial artist, you should... well, what more can I say?'

The tracking of the Blood Ghost Valley, which had attacked Shaolin and had slaughtered the sentient beings, was a matter that should be done if one knew chivalry.

But Cheonghyeonjin himself was also here. Even if it was a decision made by the leaders of Mount Hua, it was a matter that Cheonghyeonjin could have refused if he could.

But the fact that he was here in the end meant that even Cheonghyeonjin himself had not been able to completely abandon his greed.

But Cheon Mubaeck's answer was completely unexpected.

"It's a situation where I have to worry about something other than the secret manual of the Red Blood Sword Demon."

Cheonghyeonjin, who had followed Cheon Mubaeck's gaze, swallowed his saliva.

"...!"

Strange men who had wrapped their whole bodies in large blood-red robes were looking this way.

Cheonghyeonjin was flustered for a moment.

The atmosphere that was exuding from them was completely different from the martial artists who had entered the Ghost Tomb.

"Damn it. The preparations are not completely finished yet..."

"Was there a trap we didn't know about? To fall from above instead of entering through the entrance."

"It doesn't matter. In any case, the preparations are almost finished, and all we have to do is proceed with the ritual."

"Hmm. I'll have to buy some time."

"I'll do it."

The corners of Cheonghyeonjin's eyes trembled.

'It's the sinister smell of blood.'

It was natural for a martial artist to exude a smell of blood.

Even Cheonghyeonjin himself, and all the martial artists who had fallen here, were like that.

But the smell of blood that was exuding from them was literally sinister.

Cheonghyeonjin used his inner vision.

"Eum!"

Looking closely, it wasn't just that the color of their clothes was red.

Their whole bodies were covered in blood. Only then could Cheonghyeonjin see the people who were lying like corpses on what looked like an altar in the distance.

"Heo!"

"That crazy...!"

"Wait a minute, isn't that one of the Three Heroes of the Weak Water?"

"He definitely came into the Ghost Tomb with us, but I haven't seen him... how did he... is he dead?"

Everyone looked at each other with flustered faces.

They had been entangled and had been fighting each other in the maze until now, and had fallen into the underground plaza, but some strange guys were staring at them.

It wasn't just strange.

They were all covered in blood, and the martial artists who had disappeared in the maze were lying like corpses on the altar.

At the unexpected situation, even the Star-Gazing Sword and the Mute Red Demon shut their mouths.

Confusion was growing among the people.

At that moment, Cheon Mubaeck's low voice cut through the silence.

"I guess what I was roughly guessing was right."

"Young hero!"

"Jin-in, did you ask if I had come, aiming for the secret manual of the Red Blood Sword Demon?"

Cheon Mubaeck looked around the crowd and answered firmly.

"There is no such thing as a secret manual of the Red Blood Sword Demon. This place is just a trap for those guys, the Blood Demon Sect, to gather the martial artists."

"The Blood Demon Sect!"

Cheonghyeonjin immediately reacted. It wasn't just Cheonghyeonjin. When the Blood Demon Sect was mentioned, the faces of the Zhongnan sect, who had been watching the situation from one side, also hardened.

"...The Blood Demon Sect?"

"What is the Blood Demon Sect?"

"What are those guys?"

"Ah! Aren't they the guys that Shaolin announced? The guys who are spreading the plague!"

It took some time for the other people to recall the name 'Blood Demon Sect'.

But the result was the same in any case. Mount Hua and Zhongnan glared at the men in the blood-red robes with a gaze full of vigilance.

One of the men in the blood-red robes looked at Cheon Mubaeck and said.

"Heo... are you the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero?"

"The Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero!"

"The Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero! You mean the genius who appeared at Shaolin?"

"Come to think of it, wasn't it that young man who sent the Old Tiger Ghost flying in one blow?"

Although the gazes of the crowd were focused on him, Cheon Mubaeck did not bother to answer.

There was no emotion on his face as he silently stared at the front.

A complete expressionless face.

Only then did Cheonghyeonjin feel something.

'I was greatly mistaken!'

Even in the face of the people's gazes and all sorts of whispers, Cheon Mubaeck did not waver at all.

He was just standing firmly and glaring at the enemies.

Not a single trace of selfishness was felt on his face.

Cheonghyeonjin's heart beat loudly.

'In the first place, Young Master Cheon was not coveting the secret manual!'

That's right.

Unlike the people who had gathered here, Cheon Mubaeck had not coveted the secret manual of the Red Blood Sword Demon from the beginning.

Look at that expression.

On his face, which was devoid of any selfishness, even a sense of a great cause was felt.

It seemed he already knew that this was a trap of the Blood Demon Sect, and yet Cheon Mubaeck had entered, risking the danger.

What would be the reason?

He could be in danger himself, and there was no benefit.

Wasn't it just a resolution to annihilate the Blood Demon Sect, and to go on to strike the Blood Ghost Valley?

When his thoughts reached that point, Cheonghyeonjin was somewhat ashamed of himself.

Of course, if he had looked into Cheon Mubaeck's mind, he would not have felt any shame at all.

'Shit. Did those guys take everything?'

Cheon Mubaeck suppressed his impatience.

He had confirmed that this place was The Complete Truth Sacred Altar, and he had even deduced who had made it.

If what he had deduced was the correct answer, Cheon Mubaeck might have a chance to glimpse the end of the sword here.

'Lü Dongbin!'

A Taoist who was revered as one of the Eight Immortals of the martial world, and who was called the Sword Immortal.

He was also the master of Wang Chongyang, who had founded The Complete Truth Sect, and he was the best swordsman of his time.

'No. To be precise, since he was on par with me, he should be called the second-best swordsman of his time.'

Anyway, the Lü Dongbin in his memory was the most difficult rival to fight in all his past lives.

At some point, Lü Dongbin had disappeared, saying that he was practicing the Tao, and he had not shown his face after that. In the world, there were only stories that he had become an immortal and had gone to the immortal world.

A slight bitterness passed over Cheon Mubaeck's face.

'That guy Lü. Did he see the Sword Kiuk by himself and ascend to immortality?'

Probably so.

So Cheon Mubaeck wanted something that Lü Dongbin had left here.

Then he would be able to learn something more from his friend and rival who had gone ahead first.

'It's been a while.'

This was really a long time.

Although he had thought that he had put all the knowledge of the world in his head while living through countless lives.

There was still a new learning.

'So, I'll beat up all those guys.'

The Blood Demon Sect? Well, they were guys he was going to beat up anyway.

If they had taken something, of course he had to take it back. Yes.

By the time Cheon Mubaeck was thinking so. Cheonghyeonjin, blaming himself for his shame, stepped forward.

"What are you plotting!"

"Hmm. Mount Hua... the most anticipated sacrifice, and among them, the Guardian Sword. Good."

One of the Blood Demon Sect members cackled.

"What would we want?"

"We just want your lives and the internal energy you have accumulated throughout your lives."

"All of you here."

Even if the other people didn't know, Mount Hua and Zhongnan had received a detailed contact from Shaolin.

The fact that the Blood Demon Sect was spreading poison and making them sacrifices for the Absorption Demonic Art.

So the reason why they had gathered the martial artists here was to make them all sacrifices.

Chaechaechaeng!

Not only Mount Hua, but also Zhongnan all drew their swords.

The Zhongnan Wind Sword of the Zhongnan sect, Jeon-hyeon, laughed loudly and stepped forward.

"Hmph! Do Zhongnan and Mount Hua look like a joke to you?"

"Tsk tsk. Although you're in the position of an elder, you can't hide your youth. Do you think we wouldn't have prepared anything, when we're luring in even masters like Mount Hua, Zhongnan, and that Mute Red Demon over there?"

It was then.

Kugugugung!

The people who had gathered in the plaza were flustered for a moment. The surrounding air current shook greatly.

Cheonghyeonjin, who was sensitive to the qi sense, was the first to notice and his face brightened.

"A formation!"

"It's called the Radiant Annihilation Formation. No matter how powerful an internal energy master is, it can tie up their dantian."

As he said.

The people, who were hurriedly circulating their internal energy, felt it getting stuck and their faces turned pale.

Moreover, even Cheonghyeonjin, the Zhongnan Wind Sword, and Gukbo were in the same situation.

"Hehe. Fellow martial artists, thank you all for becoming sacrifices for our Blood Demon Sect!"

It was then.

"What is that bastard saying?"

Words have power.

The power to take away everyone's attention.

At the coldly sunken voice, the eyes of the third elder of the Blood Demon Sect, who had been at the forefront, flashed with a strange light.

"The Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero."

"The elders on your side died at my hands, but you still don't get it?"

"...No matter how great the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero is, if you're trapped in a formation and can't use your internal energy, you're just a wandering warrior who is good with a sword."

Cheon Mubaeck stared at the third elder.

A cold laugh flowed out.

"What, isn't this internal energy?"

Seureung.

A white sword qi slowly burned from Cheon Mubaeck's sword, which was drawn from its scabbard.

"Alright. Say you're dead. You bastards.”

(End of Chapter)