Sword God Reborn

Chapter 67 : Two Madmen!

Im Hong, the head of the Hao Faction's Shaanxi branch, was dumbfounded.

He looked at the man in front of him and barely managed to say a word.

"...Aren't you cold?"

"Huh? Are you cold? Hahaha! You need to train your martial arts more. What's so cold about this? Huh?"

"You look cold."

"No, not at all, ahem. I said I'm not cold."

As it entered early winter, it had become incredibly cold for the past few days.

Neung-heo, who had taken off his top and had been swinging his sword since morning, had a pale face, contrary to his words.

White frost was on his eyebrows and beard, but he was trembling and saying that.

'A madman.'

This bastard. And that Cheon Mubaeck, who is his master.

'They're all just crazy bastards.'

He's not just a madman. They're just sons of bitches.

'Yes, that's right.'

That bastard named Neung-heo, doesn't he take off his clothes and swing his sword from the crack of dawn?

'That bastard Cheon Mubaeck is an even worse bastard.'

After fighting a battle at the Ghost Tomb, he had come back and, without even resting, had suddenly asked him to prepare a training ground.

The astonished Im Hong had hurriedly prepared a training ground of a small martial arts family that had left due to the plague nearby.

He had destroyed it all in one day. No, to be precise, in half a day.

'No, what the hell are you doing inside to break a training ground?'

And what did he say after that?

"Buy me a sturdier building."

No.

Did this bastard leave money with the Hao Faction?

Then, when Cheon Mubaeck had given him the first form of the Shadow Insight Sword, Im Hong had no choice but to hurriedly send a letter to the Hao Faction's main headquarters.

'Please lend me some money!'

The main headquarters had also shown reluctance to the Shaanxi branch, which was suddenly asking for money.

But when Im Hong had explained the situation and had said that he could obtain the Shadow Insight Sword, money had come in with a letter right away.

'Right. Just let the sect leader come. What can he do, even if he is that great Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero?'

The Hao Faction leader had sent a letter saying that he would come in person.

No matter how great a guy he is, huh? Still, he's the sect leader, the sect leader!

No matter how much the Hao Faction is a lower-class life!

What if he, huh? Knows the distribution of the martial world? Huh? Knows etiquette.

'...He's not that kind of guy.'

Isn't he a bastard who doesn't even treat him as a senior, even though he is clearly his senior?

Moreover, the opponent is the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero.

-The Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero! He saved Mount Hua and Zhongnan!

-A new genius who saved Mount Hua and Zhongnan after Shaolin!

-The Plum Blossom One Sword, Gukbo, also bowed his head in admiration of his martial prowess!

-The one who annihilated the evil cult, the Blood Demon Sect, which was spreading the plague!

-They say he beat the Mute Red Demon like a dog!

His name was shaking Shaanxi Province.

-The Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, Cheon Mubaeck!

It was a tremendous reputation.

Well, it had to be. The plague that had made Shaanxi Province a mess.

The cult, the Blood Demon Sect, which was pointed out as the cause of the plague.

An evil enemy that neither the government office, nor Mount Hua, nor Zhongnan could solve.

Hadn't he broken it and declared?

'There is no Blood Demon Sect.'

This declaration had spread like wildfire in Shaanxi in an instant from the martial artists who had been at the Ghost Tomb at that time.

Of course, there were also those who expressed doubts about the truth of that divine might.

Mount Hua had officially expressed its gratitude in the name of Cheonghyeonjin and the Plum Blossom One Sword.

Of course, Zhongnan claimed that they had overcome the Blood Demon Sect on their own and had escaped from the trap...

'Zhongnan is just a bunch of guys who are all talk.'

In any case, it was the people of Shaanxi who valued the words of Mount Hua, which had fought most fiercely in the righteous-demonic war, more.

So Cheon Mubaeck's reputation in Shaanxi was soaring to the sky and was even spreading to other neighboring provinces.

Moreover.

'He's definitely fucking strong.'

He had mobilized all the information power of the Hao Faction.

What had happened at the Ghost Tomb.

It was not difficult to find out. How many martial artists had come back alive from the scene at that time?

Although what they said was all over the place, the conclusion was consistent.

In the end, they had been able to return because Cheon Mubaeck had saved them all.

'Eum. How will the sect leader judge?'

Im Hong had a slightly uneasy feeling.

The Hao Faction leader was the most powerful martial artist in the Hao Faction.

For a Hao Faction member, he was a martial artist who seriously walked the path of martial arts.

So his martial prowess was great, and he was a person who had a strong pride in it.

'Well, he's not a thoughtless person, so.'

The problem was the opponent, Cheon Mubaeck, and his underling, that bastard named Neung-heo.

'Two madmen!'

A strong madman who destroyed a training ground that had just been prepared in half a day.

"Hehehe. This is called Neung-heo's Left Sword. Huh? Although they say our master saved everyone at the Ghost Tomb, I also played a part with this left hand. No."

And a childish madman who was old but acted childishly.

"Ah. Shit."

Im Hong, without even realizing it, felt a surge of curses.

But he could not cast them out. He could not cast out those who were relying on the Hao Faction, saying that they had nowhere to go.

He could not refuse the temptation of the Shadow Insight Sword that Cheon Mubaeck had.

Moreover, the fact that the Hao Faction could operate again in Shaanxi was Cheon Mubaeck's achievement of getting rid of the Blood Demon Sect.

On top of that, in Henan, he was building a cooperative relationship with the Lotus Pavilion and the Black Heart Gang, along with the Neung-heo in front of him...

'The head of the Shaanxi branch, and in fact, the influence in Henan Province.'

The corners of Im Hong's mouth went up slightly.

At this rate, he would have no choice but to have a say in the main headquarters.

So even if he cursed those two as madmen, he could not cast them out.

'It's not like they're the kind of people who would be cast out just because you cast them out.'

Well, in any case.

The biggest problem was right here.

"Is this the Hao Faction?"

A young voice coming from outside.

Im Hong's face hardened.

There was power in the voice. In other words, it was filled with internal energy. The fact that he was transmitting his voice with internal energy meant that he was a considerable internal energy master.

"Ha. Not again."

Soon, what appeared was a man who looked to be in his late twenties.

Looking at the sword at his waist, he was clearly a martial artist.

Moreover, it was an unfamiliar face to Im Hong, who knew the faces of most of the martial artists in Shaanxi Province.

In a word, someone who had come from the outside.

There had been a lot of people like this for the past few days.

"I came because I want to get information about the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero."

Im Hong closed his eyes tightly.

The number of people who wanted to know about Cheon Mubaeck had increased countless times.

But the real problem was.

'How can I openly sell information when that bastard is behind me?'

In fact, it was Im Hong who had grasped the information about Cheon Mubaeck most deeply.

Even his identity in Henan Province. Wasn't it Im Hong who had grasped his tracks?

But who would like to see their own information being sold?

If Cheon Mubaeck wasn't here, he wouldn't know.

The Hao Faction, no, at least Im Hong was in a cooperative relationship with Cheon Mubaeck.

So he could not sell Cheon Mubaeck's information.

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to go back. We don't sell information about the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero."

At that, the man grinned and placed a bundle on the table.

"Take as much as you need. It's all gold bars."

"...!"

"I came from far away. I was on my way to Zhongnan for some business when I heard about the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero. As a person who has gone out into the martial world, is there anyone who is not curious about that reputation?"

"You mean you're just curious?"

Im Hong's eyes flashed.

Just curious.

He's offering this much of a huge sum just because he's curious?

Then it meant that he was either a huge rich man, or he had power.

'At least he's not a master I can gauge.'

The energy that was felt from the outside was also the same.

'This has become a headache.'

The man had thick eyebrows and an angular face.

A slight red light was on his face. There was power in his eyes, and his mouth had a light smile.

He was a person who was full of confidence. A type that was hard to deal with.

"I'm sorry, but our branch has currently sealed all information about the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero."

"Hmm."

The man crossed his arms.

"That's strange. The Hao Faction doesn't sell information?"

"Well, there can be various things when you're doing business."

"I want to hear about the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero."

"Not just here, but you can find out about the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero anywhere in Shaanxi. There are more than one or two martial artists who survived at the Ghost Tomb."

"Not that kind of information, but things like where he is now."

In an instant, the man's eyes flashed.

"...!"

His gaze was so intense that Im Hong flinched.

'This bastard, who the hell is he?'

No matter how much he racked his brain, to have this much momentum at that age.

No one came to mind right away.

If it was in Shaanxi Province, there would be the Plum Blossom One Sword, Gukbo, and the great young master of the Namgung family in Anhui Province.

But Im Hong knew Gukbo's face, and if the great young master of the Namgung family had moved, it would have reached Im Hong's ears, no matter how far away he was.

'Then who is he?'

Im Hong's head was spinning furiously.

A man of that age. That fighting spirit that was boiling like boiling blood.

In an instant, Im Hong's head flashed.

"By any chance... are you the Fighting Ghost of Chongqing?"

The Plum Blossom One Sword, Gukbo, the great young master of the Namgung family, and the Fighting Ghost of Chongqing.

The ones who were at the forefront of the successors that the martial world talked about.

The Fighting Ghost, Gwak Cheon-hu, grinned.

"That's right."

"My goodness. How can the Fighting Ghost of Chongqing."

"I came to have a match with the Zhongnan One Sword, Jeon-hyeon, and then to defeat the Plum Blossom One Sword, Gukbo. But isn't there the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, who has surpassed their reputation in one go?"

"Are you saying you want to fight with him?"

"That's right."

"Haa."

Im Hong sighed.

The Fighting Ghost, Gwak Cheon-hu, was just like his title. It was not for nothing that he was given the title of a fighting ghost. He was a madman who would go and ask for a duel with anyone who was said to be stronger than him.

"Anyway, the Shaanxi branch doesn't sell information. Please go back."

"The fact that you're not selling means you know, right?"

"...Are you saying you want to fight with the Hao Faction?"

"I'm just curious how well the head of the Hao Faction's Shaanxi branch can fight."

"Please don't make an enemy on purpose. Young Hero Gwak."

"An enemy? I'm asking for a fair duel."

Im Hong's eyebrows twitched.

It was then.

"Shit, what a shitty guy, putting on airs. You bastard. I'll face you."

"Who are you?"

"I am the One-Eyed Snake, Neung-heo."

"...?"

"Ha. Hey. He's not a skilled person you can face."

When Neung-heo, who had been watching the situation, stepped forward boldly, Im Hong stopped him.

But Neung-heo had a confident expression.

Why wouldn't he know the Fighting Ghost?

But.

'I want to have a match.'

In fact, he had gained quite a bit of confidence. He had been taught Neung-heo's Left Sword from Cheon Mubaeck. He could feel that his skills had improved. Of course, since his training partner was always Cheon Mubaeck, the result of being beaten was the same.

But what if he faced others?

'The Fighting Ghost, I know the Fighting Ghost. But I'm the senior in the martial world. And well, since he said it's a duel.'

If it had been a life-or-death battle, he would have naturally avoided the fight.

Would Neung-heo not have that kind of sense?

On the contrary, since the opponent had said it was a duel, this was an opportunity.

He didn't have to worry about his life, and he could gauge his own skills by having a duel with a successor who was famous in the martial world.

The Fighting Ghost stood up from his seat with a sullen look.

"Well, you shouldn't avoid a fight that comes to you."

"Uh. This is a duel. A duel. Got it?"

"Ah. I get it, a duel. I am the Fighting Ghost, Gwak Cheon-hu."

"I am the One-Eyed Snake, Neung-heo."

"I've never heard of you."

"You'll be hearing it often soon."

Gwak Cheon-hu had a sullen expression. No matter how he looked at him, he was a one-eyed, sloppy-looking guy who was clearly a black-way member.

But Gwak Cheon-hu was born to love fighting. There was no reason to avoid a duel that came to him. It was just that he was not very interested.

Of course, until they clashed.

Chaechaeng!

"...!"

A single exchange.

At the one exchange, Gwak Cheon-hu's pupils widened.

An unexpected surprise stab.

It was fast, and fierce.

That one blow that was focused on a single point.

If he had not blocked it, a hole would have been pierced.

"This is..."

A killing intent was on Gwak Cheon-hu's face.

(End of Chapter)