Sword God Reborn

Chapter 69 : I'll Kill You Here.

The fact that he had seen a connection from a past life in this life brought about a rather strange feeling.

For example, the Medicine Immortal, who had been a handsome young man in his twenties, was now an old man.

Im Hong, who had been a waiter at an inn, had become a branch head.

Who else was there?

Right, he had also seen the Great Master Hyeryang of Shaolin. A young man of about twenty who was burning with a sense of justice.

Anyway, seeing their aged appearances was quite strange and enjoyable.

Now Gwak Cheon-hu was also like that.

To be precise, Gwak Cheon-hu's father, Gwak Yong, had a deeper connection than the others he had met so far.

Their first meeting was also similar.

At that time, before he was called the Sword God.

He was a guy who had come to him when he was just starting to gain a reputation and had suddenly asked for a duel.

'He looks just like him.'

His appearance. His actions.

And even his endurance.

Peok, peok, peok! Peok!

"Well. He's beating him up quite refreshingly."

Neung-heo cackled.

Gwak Cheon-hu, who he had not thought of as a master who had pushed him so hard, was being beaten up one-sidedly.

'But he can't even resist?'

He had wondered why, but Neung-heo could not figure it out at all.

Gwak Cheon-hu was being beaten to the point of being helpless.

Cheon Mubaeck was directly striking his insides, not his outside, through the Internal Injury Technique. It was a shock that would have made even Guan Yu of Shu cry out like a girl.

Looking at the ruthless way he was beating him up, Neung-heo suddenly had a thought.

'Is it such a big deal to be angry that someone else beat me up...'

Should I like this? Or not?

While Neung-heo was making a confused face, Gwak Cheon-hu was convulsing slightly and could not even scream anymore.

Cheon Mubaeck lifted him up and met his eyes.

"You son of Gwak Yong."

"Don't call my father's name carelessly!"

"What's your name?"

"Gwak Cheon-hu!"

"Cheon-hu, how is it?"

Gwak Cheon-hu, showing his sparse teeth with some missing, smirked.

"What do you mean? You mean the taste of your fist? It was so bland that it was boring."

"For that, your appearance is quite a sight."

"Hit me more. The fight is not over yet."

Cheon Mubaeck nodded his head.

'He's that guy's son, alright.'

At first, he had just thought that he was a guy who was just imitating a hero who was holding a duel for the sake of progress, without knowing anything, with his fighting spirit.

Sometimes, you see guys like that in the martial world.

They pick a fight, start a fight, and cause trouble.

And then they wrap up their own actions, saying that it's a fighting spirit for the progress of martial arts or whatever.

In Cheon Mubaeck's opinion, they were just gangsters.

Even in Cheon Mubaeck's harsh evaluation, the person who had been called 'a pretty good guy' was the Fighting God, Gwak Yong, and he was this guy's father.

"Well, he has guts."

To be honest, it's not bad.

Because there should be one or two guys like this.

Before he gets more annoying with trivial things like fighting spirit or whatever, some education is needed.

So there was a sense that Cheon Mubaeck had gone a little too far.

Still, he was the son of a guy who had come at him, saying 'I'll just get one stab in!' even while being beaten to death in his past life.

"Heh. Why, are you tired of hitting me? Huh?"

Well, even so.

Ppaak!

Cheon Mubaeck struck the back of Gwak Cheon-hu's neck hard with the side of his hand. Gwak Cheon-hu fainted without even letting out a scream.

"Where does a young brat get off talking down to me?"

Neung-heo, who had been watching, approached with a dumbfounded face.

"Wow. You know that's what I wanted to say, right?"

"To whom?"

"Of course, to this young brat, Gwak Cheon-hu. Tsk! Does he think he can act up just because he's handsome and has a good family? Spitting out informal language. Huh? Is his tongue cut in half? Didn't he learn to use honorifics? Huh? A guy like this has to be beaten to a pulp to listen."

"Neung-heo."

"Yes."

"To me, you also fall into the category of a young brat."

"Since he's young, you should talk to him nicely. With words instead of violence. Haha!"

"I'll tidy up a bit and watch your training."

"Pardon? No, why? Why? Isn't my lord busy? You were training to the point of destroying a training ground."

Neung-heo was startled and waved his hands.

With a pale face, he was so desperate that he regretted what he had said about Gwak Cheon-hu just now.

In fact, was that what he had said to Gwak Cheon-hu?

It was what he had said for Cheon Mubaeck to hear.

'Damn it. He's better at reading people than I am. Yes, if he had been born and raised in the black-way, he would have taken over the entire black-way with just his ability to read people.'

"I can hear your eyeballs rolling."

"I was just exercising my eyes."

"Anyway, if you can't handle a guy like this, I'll have to take away your left-handed sword technique."

"Where is there a rule that you can take back what you've given? And it's Neung-heo's Left Sword."

Cheon Mubaeck's eyebrows twitched.

"You shouldn't become a master."

"Why? Don't worry. Even if I become a master, huh? Do you think I would hit my lord, since we have a bond?"

"It's amazing how you seem to know your place well, but you don't know your limits. If you become a master, you'll be remembered in history as Neung-heo's Left Sword."

"Oh! That's good. Kya! About 300 years later, the story of how the martial artists who were wandering around, looking for the treasure map left by the One-Eyed Snake, obtained Neung-heo's Left Sword and were thrilled!"

"Just thinking about it is terrible."

Cheon Mubaeck shuddered.

Although it was unlikely, if he did not see the Sword Kiuk in this life and was reincarnated again.

And at that time, if he was looking for Neung-heo's treasure map, not the treasure map of the Red Blood Sword Demon.

It seemed that it would be an unpleasantness beyond a strange feeling.

Cheon Mubaeck turned his gaze.

"Treat that guy roughly and lock him up."

"Pardon? Is he alive?"

"Yes."

"Should I kill him?"

"Kill him when you become a master later."

"Damn it. I guess I can't kill him."

Neung-heo grumbled and disappeared, carrying the fainted Gwak Cheon-hu.

Cheon Mubaeck turned his head to Im Hong.

When his gaze suddenly fell on him, Im Hong was startled.

'Let's think. He's not the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, but a demon. A demon. If I'm not careful, I'll be beaten.'

The tense Im Hong said in an at-attention posture.

"What should I do?"

"...You're not my subordinate, so why are you like that?"

Cheon Mubaeck rather looked at him strangely.

Only then did Im Hong, who had realized that he had been too tense, laugh awkwardly.

In fact, he had no choice but to be. His first meeting had been intense.

He had been beaten up like that.

Of course, after that, he had spoken to him in a mix of formal and informal language, as if he were the head of the Hao Faction branch.

Im Hong knew clearly from that gaze and tone.

'Although he is just the son of an escort agency, did he grow up so preciously? The way he talks to his inferiors is not something he has done for just a day or two.'

A feeling of being a superior to the bone.

Sometimes, he even seemed like an old man. Im Hong had felt that from time to to time. The image of a blunt old man clicking his tongue was sometimes seen.

"Well, anyway, is there no progress?"

"We are investigating in various ways, but the Hao Faction's information network in Shaanxi has been completely destroyed, so it will take time to restore it..."

Im Hong trailed off.

In fact, there had been almost no progress. Although the Blood Demon Sect had been beaten up to some extent and their tail had been stepped on, the guys called the Blood Ghost Valley, who treated the Blood Demon Sect as just their lower organization, had not even been caught by the tail.

To the point where Im Hong had even doubted if they really existed.

At the answer, Cheon Mubaeck narrowed his brow.

"Well, it didn't seem like those guys would be easily caught."

When Cheon Mubaeck's reaction was lukewarm, Im Hong brought up another story.

"Well, it's information that has nothing to do with the Blood Ghost Valley."

"What is it?"

"It seems there is quite a bit of commotion in Chongqing and Anhui."

"A commotion?"

"I don't have any proper information yet since it's far away, but I heard that a few sects have disappeared."

"Eum."

"By any chance, is this related to the Blood Ghost Valley..."

"You should look into that a little more. It's a common thing for a sect's sign to change in a day."

"I understand."

In fact, in this era, there was a clear limit to the information power.

Even just one province, its size and population were enormous, and how many martial arts sects existed?

If you add the unorthodox sects and the black-way, the number is enormous.

In that respect, it was a great thing to just hear a brief summary of the other provinces. It was not for nothing that the Hao Faction had survived in the martial world.

But even for such a Hao Faction, it would take some time to get information from other provinces.

The results of the training of the Heaven-Concealing Sword Technique and the Heaven-Earth Eagle Steps were also clear,

There was no reason to spend time here.

Cheon Mubaeck had made a decision.

"I'll have to go to Mount Hua."

* * *

"Neung-heo."

"Yes."

"Let's go to Mount Hua."

"Don't you miss home?"

"Since I'm out, I have to do my work before I go. You don't have a home, so what's with you?"

"I have a home. I just don't have a family."

"A family is a home."

"Oh."

"What."

"My lord, you finally look your age."

"What?"

"I mean, you miss your family."

"I didn't say I missed them..."

Although Cheon Mubaeck said it a little awkwardly, he could not refute it.

In fact, regardless of the Blood Ghost Valley or whatever, he had also wanted to go back to the escort agency and rest for a while.

He also missed the way that guy Jeombak would follow him around.

In fact, it's not bad.

How good is it to have a place to go back to and rest whenever things don't go well?

"Anyway, get ready."

"Yes. Well. A black-way guy is going to Mount Hua too. What a strange thing."

The Mount Hua Sect was no different from the leader of the current orthodox martial world since the fall of Shaolin.

It was clear that it was lacking compared to the information power of the Hao Faction.

How could they keep up with the information power of the Hao Faction, which was an information merchant?

But their driving force was different.

Unlike the Hao Faction, Mount Hua had the martial power to challenge anything.

On top of that, there was a clear exchange of information through their say in the orthodox martial world and their mutual greetings.

Cheon Mubaeck knew that well.

Was his martial world experience just one or twenty years?

Cheon Mubaeck, who had even been the leader of the martial arts alliance once, was more knowledgeable about the physiology of the orthodox martial world than anyone else.

The Mount Hua Sect could glimpse the secret lines of the orthodox sects, which the Hao Faction, which was between the righteous and the unorthodox, could not access.

So the assistance of Mount Hua would also be a great help in tracking the Blood Ghost Valley.

"When will you depart?"

"Let's depart right away tomorrow."

"Yes. I understand. Ah, what about this bastard?"

"What about him, he's awake."

"Heok!"

Neung-heo was startled.

Gwak Cheon-hu got up, frowning.

"Go back home, Cheon-hu. It's still too early to go on a dueling journey."

"That's for me to decide."

"Well, whatever. Do as you please."

Cheon Mubaeck shrugged his shoulders. Since he was just the son of a connection from a past life, Cheon Mubaeck's interest was only up to there.

But Gwak Cheon-hu crossed his arms and said.

"It's a coincidence."

"What is."

"I'm also going to Mount Hua."

"So?"

"Let's go together."

Neung-heo responded as if he were dumbfounded.

"My lord, did you hit this bastard in the head?"

"You bastard. I'll kill you."

Gwak Cheon-hu, who was glaring at Neung-heo.

Although Neung-heo flinched for a moment, he glanced at Cheon Mubaeck and put his arm on his waist.

"You can't hit me."

"What?"

"Only my lord can beat me."

"That's something to be proud of. You bastard."

"Right, it's something to be proud of. You young brat. How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-three."

"Oh my. My lord, I must look quite young. Both my lord and this bastard are talking down to me."

Cheon Mubaeck ignored Neung-heo's words.

"You should shut up for a bit."

Neung-heo bowed his head politely, as if he had never been so cheeky.

"Yes. My lord!"

"Cheon-hu."

"...?"

"Why do you want to go together?"

"I want to try fighting a few times on the way."

"Fight? We didn't fight, I just beat you up one-sidedly."

Gwak Cheon-hu trembled as if he were frustrated, and then he sighed.

And he stood up from his seat and took a fist-and-palm salute.

"It's the first time I've been beaten like a dog by a guy younger than me. Although I was conceited about my skills, I had no rivals in my age group. But it turned out like this. So I want to go with you for a bit."

"You mean you want to keep getting beaten?"

"No... I mean, I'll have a duel with you on the side and learn from you."

"That means you want to get beaten."

"Ha... well, let's do that. Let's go together. I also have business at Mount Hua. I have to have a match with the Plum Blossom One Sword."

Cheon Mubaeck smirked.

"Hey."

"...?"

"If you don't tell me the real reason why you're going to Mount Hua, I'll kill you here. Aren't you going to tell me straight?"

Cheon Mubaeck's voice turned cold.

At the suddenly changed momentum, Gwak Cheon-hu's body stiffened. At Cheon Mubaeck's words, which seemed to have seen through his insides, a look of fear appeared in Gwak Cheon-hu's eyes.

(End of Chapter)