Sword God Reborn

Chapter 63 : It Was All Planned.

"..."

Do Mun-tak flared his nostrils.

The sound of his heart pounding in his ears was unusually loud.

The sight of Cheon Mubaeck standing proudly with his swords hanging in both hands was truly like that of a Yaksha.

No, he was like a ghost.

'A monster that used its sword like crazy while being drenched in blood.'

The Blood Demon Sect had existed as a sect that was virtually non-existent in the martial world for 400 years, having been defeated by that one person.

It was not a fatal blow, but it had almost reached annihilation.

By just one person.

Do Mun-tak, as the Blood Demon Sect Master, had seen all the records that the Blood Demon Sect had left at that time without missing a single one.

'Only a terrible fear was recorded.'

A helplessness and fear of an enemy that could not be resisted was left in the records.

In fact, until then, the Blood Demon Sect had boasted a great power, enough to make the martial world noisy.

Although they had been driven as public enemies of the martial world, they had wielded their power to the extent of making the martial artists who attacked them sacrifices for the Absorption Demonic Art.

The reason why such a Blood Demon Sect had been annihilated was just one person.

The Red Blood Sword Demon.

Do Mun-tak's breath caught in his throat.

And now the Red Blood Sword Demon was standing in front of him.

'This can't be. This can't be...!'

It was the Red Blood Sword Demon who had disappeared 400 years ago without even leaving a descendant.

All his martial arts had been lost.

But the Cheon Mubaeck in front of him was exactly like the Red Blood Sword Demon in the literature.

'No. It's just that my judgment has been clouded!'

Kwajik!

Do Mun-tak bit his lip and drew blood.

There is a saying that half of a fight is a battle of momentum. Do Mun-tak readily admitted it.

He had just been completely pushed back by the momentum.

Wasn't it because of that that he had seen the ghost of the Red Blood Sword Demon?

Seureung!

Do Mun-tak clenched his sword. His muscles became taut.

'The opponent is the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero. He is not just a successor, but he should be considered at least an elder in the current martial world, or perhaps a great elder of the Nine Great Sects.'

Even if he didn't seem to be a match for the Mount Hua Guardian Sword, who was trapped in the Radiant Annihilation Formation over there, the Cheon Mubaeck in front of him was different.

'I have to pour out everything I have.'

Do Mun-tak's eyes shone eerily.

"Everyone, do your best to catch that guy."

Two had already died.

The remaining were three.

But it was different from before.

"We won't make him a sacrifice. We'll kill him unconditionally."

At Do Mun-tak's declaration, the elders' faces hardened.

In fact, they had drawn a line to some extent in their hands.

Because the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero was too covetous to be made a sacrifice for the Absorption Demonic Art.

But they could not even think of the Absorption Demonic Art now.

The fifth elder and the seventh elder had been brutally killed in one go.

A sense of crisis had swelled in their minds.

Their intuition, which had been washed with blood countless times and had crossed the line of death countless times, warned them.

If they didn't kill, they would be killed.

A suffocating killing intent poured down on Cheon Mubaeck.

A fight of many against one.

Cheon Mubaeck's gaze sank low.

'At least the Blood Demon Sect Master is not a guy to be taken lightly.'

Cheon Mubaeck finally felt that he had to pour out all the internal energy he had here.

At least to defend against the attacks coming from the side, he had to use the Ghost Crying Light Cliff, and if so, a considerable consumption of internal energy was inevitable. In the midst of that, he had to launch an offensive, so Cheon Mubaeck had made up his mind.

The only fortunate thing was that this place, the Complete Truth Sacred Altar, was overflowing with natural qi.

Since the Heaven-Shaking Soul Art could move the external qi relatively freely, that was a great advantage for Cheon Mubae-ck.

But it was then.

Jeobeok, jeobeok.

"I'll take one of them!"

Cheon Mubaeck's proud gaze turned.

Gukbo.

The Plum Blossom One Sword was standing with his sword in his hand with a determined face. Cheon Mubaeck said with an embarrassed face.

"Do you have to?"

"...Although it is just a false reputation, I am the Plum Blossom One Sword."

It was not just Gukbo who was standing by his side.

Those who had finally broken through the Radiant Annihilation Formation slowly walked out.

"If it were up to me, I would want to face that leader, but I don't think my skills are enough. But the rest will die by the sword of the Mount Hua Guardian Sword."

Cheonghyeonjin took a step forward.

It wasn't just Cheonghyeonjin.

"Hmph. The crime of deceiving Zhongnan by making a fake treasure map cannot be forgiven."

The Zhongnan Wind Sword, purely angry at the fact that he had been tricked, drew his sword.

The atmosphere changed completely just by the two groups, Zhongnan and Mount Hua, drawing their swords.

Cheonghyeonjin looked at Zhongnan and said.

"Although we face each other and cross swords and have a war of nerves in the orthodox martial world, when a group that is hard to tolerate appears, we join forces. That is the reason why the orthodox martial world survived the righteous-demonic war, and that is also the reason why we won."

Cheon Mubaeck slowly nodded his head.

He suddenly remembered his past life, 40 years ago.

Compared to the Demonic Cult, which had boasted the most powerful force, the orthodox martial world, which had been the weakest generation in the history of the Central Plains, had been pushed back in an instant.

Although the storytellers had cited the existence of the Azure Sky Sword God as the reason why the orthodox martial world had won the great war.

How could one person change the entire martial world?

'Although they had conflicts and fought with each other, in the end, they joined forces at an important moment, so that must be the reason why they won.'

Cheon Mubaeck nodded his head.

Although the level had become significantly lacking since the righteous-demonic war.

'The orthodox martial world has not changed.'

Cheon Mubaeck found that quite pleasant.

'The fact that I fought with the Heavenly Demon was not just a meaningless act.'

Isn't this what the martial world is like?

Cheon Mubaeck laughed.

* * *

The remaining three elders had no choice but to fight for their lives against Mount Hua and Zhongnan.

Do Mun-tak swallowed his saliva.

'It's over.'

All the plans had come to nothing.

The plan to make the Shaanxi martial artists sacrifices for the Absorption Demonic Art.

The goal of developing into an equal alliance with the Blood Ghost Valley.

All of it had returned to nothing.

No, now was the time to worry about survival.

The fifth elder and the seventh elder had already died. Before that, two elders had died in Henan Province.

It was no different from half of the Blood Demon Sect's power disappearing.

The ones left here were all.

The fact that they had been tricked by a fake treasure map, the fact that they had almost been offered as mere sacrifices for the Absorption Demonic Art, Mount Hua and Zhongnan were fiercely attacking.

They would not last long.

'How did things turn out like this...'

Do Mun-tak clenched his teeth and glared at Cheon Mubaeck with red eyes.

Cheon Mubaeck said indifferently.

"What are you doing? Aren't you coming at me?"

A sword wind poured out from Do Mun-tak's sword.

* * *

Cheon Mubaeck's eyes sank deeply.

Jjeojeojeong!

The power of the sword wind that was transmitted through his wrist was indeed unusual.

'At this level... I can see why the Blood Demon Sect was clamoring for a revival.'

To be honest, when he had realized the plan to offer the Shaanxi martial artists as sacrifices, Cheon Mubaeck had had one thought.

'What kind of crazy bastards are these?'

How did they know what kind of martial artists would come?

How did they know if they would be subdued obediently?

He could not understand it at all.

Of course, he had nodded his head later at the existence of the Radiant Annihilation Formation, which suppressed internal energy.

Cheon Mubaeck had considered the Radiant Annihilation Formation as a kind of safe card.

'He must have been confident, this guy.'

Cheon Mubaeck cut through the pouring sword wind, alternating between the swords in his two hands.

At the same time, Cheon Mubaeck's figure shook and he rushed at Do Mun-tak.

He had narrowed the distance of three zhang in a single leap.

Kwadeudeuk!

Do Mun-tak's sword came down from above, and Cheon Mubaeck's twin swords crossed and got entangled.

In a moment's time, Cheon Mubaeck saw Do Mun-tak's eyes. Do Mun-tak also saw Cheon Mubaeck's eyes.

That's right. Cheon Mubaeck was sure that even without the Radiant Annihilation Formation, the Blood Demon Sect would have attempted this crazy plan.

Because of this guy, Do Mun-tak.

There was not a single trace of fear in his eyes even in this situation.

'It's natural to feel fear before a fight.'

The fact that there was no fear in his eyes.

It meant that he did not even dream of losing.

Do Mun-tak sincerely believed that he would win.

He had no choice but to.

'Keung.'

Cheon Mubaeck's impression was crumpled.

'He's been using the Absorption Demonic Art quite a bit!'

Every time they exchanged a blow, Cheon Mubaeck clicked his tongue at the ruthless internal energy that was transmitted through his sword body.

It was Cheon Mubaeck, who had taken the elixir that the Medicine Immortal had made from five Great Restoration Pills a while ago.

The total amount of his internal energy was no longer lacking.

But even so, he was pushed back one step at a time by Do Mun-tak's overwhelming internal energy.

Kwadeuk! Chaechaeng!

The two swords and one sword repeatedly got entangled and separated, sending sparks flying.

The two who had been fighting in the very center had moved to the outskirts after exchanging dozens of blows.

It was the result of Cheon Mubaeck being pushed back little by little without even realizing it.

At that situation, a look of joy appeared on Do Mun-tak's face.

"You brat! No matter how brilliant your techniques and exquisite your forms are, in the end, martial arts is the power of internal energy!"

No matter how exquisite the forms, brilliant the techniques, or famous the martial arts.

In the end, a fight in the martial world was a fight of internal energy.

That was the thought of the Blood Demon Sect.

It was not for nothing that the grotesque martial art called the Absorption Demonic Art had appeared.

Do Mun-tak was a person who had repeatedly broken through walls with the Absorption Demonic Art and had risen to that position.

So he believed in internal energy.

It was not a wrong statement.

Even Cheon Mubaeck agreed with his words to a considerable extent.

What was the reason why martial artists were obsessed with elixirs and wanted a more powerful internal energy cultivation method?

Internal energy.

But Cheon Mubaeck thought differently.

"It's absurd to compare your internal energy and my internal energy."

Cheon Mubaeck's eyes suddenly shone with a white light.

People often say.

That a master is someone who fights as his body remembers, as it leads, with tremendous reflexes and innate martial arts.

But Cheon Mubaeck was different.

"What do you have a head for?"

"...What?"

It was all planned.

Jjeojeojeong!

"...!"

The face of Do Mun-tak, who had been feeling joy, gradually turned pale.

If Cheon Mubaeck had been pushed back one step at a time before, this time, Do Mun-tak was pushed back.

Only then did Do Mun-tak realize. That Cheon Mubaeck had not been using his internal energy properly.

"Why? Do I look like I have more internal energy?"

"That... that can't be! How many peak masters have I used the Absorption Demonic Art on... that can't be!"

Cheon Mubaeck understood Do Mun-tak's bewilderment.

In fact, the total amount of internal energy was overwhelmingly on Do Mun-tak's side. Even with the elixir of the Medicine Immortal, he could not keep up with the amount that Do Mun-tak had absorbed with the Absorption Demonic Art.

But pouring out internal energy ruthlessly and concentrating it at the necessary point and at the exact time were on a different level.

Cheon Mubaeck had waited.

Until the opponent's sword technique became familiar to his mind, and to his fingertips.

And at what moment the opponent used his internal energy, and when he withdrew it.

After dozens of exchanges, Cheon Mubaeck had completely grasped Do Mun-tak's sword technique.

When you know the opponent's martial art, you naturally know how to break it.

Jjeojeok! Jjeok!

Every time the sword and the sword collided, Do Mun-tak realized.

The moment the power of his sword technique weakened, the opponent's internal energy became even greater, and when the power of his sword technique became stronger, the opponent just let the attack flow away.

At the fact that his lifelong martial art had been thoroughly learned, Do Mun-tak's eyes widened.

"And you're not originally a descendant of the Blood Demon Sect, are you?"

"...!"

"The Great Demon Asura's Thunder Sword Technique... you're from the Demonic Cult."

Do Mun-tak truly felt like he was going to faint.

'Everything, he knows everything about me!'

Did he know from the beginning?

No.

If so, he would not have been able to gain the upper hand in the beginning.

Then?

'Did he grasp all my martial arts in a short exchange of less than half a quarter of an hour?'

Is that possible?

Is that...?

Cheon Mubaeck did not care about the confusion that appeared in Do Mun-tak's eyes.

To be honest, Do Mun-tak's skills were admirable.

'Well.'

He did not want to respect him.

Because from him, rather than the scent of a martial artist, only the filthy smell of a monster came.

Seogeok!

Cheon Mubaeck's twin swords crossed and cut Do Mun-tak's neck.

For the Blood Demon Sect, which had made Shaanxi a mess and had made the martial world noisy again, it was too hollow of an end.

But Cheon Mubaeck thought it was the most fitting end.

For a guy like that, there should be no grand end, and no cool last moment.

"The Blood Demon Sect is over."

Cheon Mubaeck declared.

(End of Chapter)