Sword God Reborn

Chapter 89 : Brutally, Cruelly, and Ruthlessly

Gwak Cheon-hu had a bewildered face when he heard the news.

"You're saying you've attracted the white-way sects in my name?"

"Your name works here, doesn't it?"

"You crazy bastard."

This is a really crazy bastard.

To sell Gwak Cheon-hu's name. What would that be?

The name of the Flying Sword Sect. To the people of Chongqing, the Flying Sword Sect was synonymous with the two names of Gwak Yong and Gwak Cheon-hu.

So it was the same as saying that he would strike the Red Dragon Faction by selling Gwak Cheon-hu's name to the nearby white-way sects.

"You said you considered them an eyesore anyway, didn't you?"

"But still. I can't decide on an all-out war with the Red Dragon Faction by myself."

"In any case, the warriors are just support."

Cheon Mubaeck said nonchalantly.

He had already drawn a picture in his head of how he would move.

But the martial world, and fights, did not always move according to plan.

Cheon Mubaeck also planned to just go and clash with them in person at the scene. If he missed the Red Dragon Faction Master in the middle, or if things got complicated, he would need more people on his side.

Because it could escalate into an all-out war.

It was a kind of insurance.

But Cheon Mubaeck did not think much of it.

"I'll finish it anyway. You help too."

"Heo..."

"You have to have at least one achievement to show off to your father."

"What is this, do you think the Red Dragon Faction is some neighborhood black-way thug? To strike so hastily?"

"If you prepare and strike openly, is that a surprise attack?"

When Cheon Mubaeck said nonchalantly, Gwak Cheon-hu made a face as if he had lost his mind.

What choice did he have?

Cheon Mubaeck had already made a decision, and things were in motion. Chae Ga-ryeong, as if she were happy that she could help, was quickly delivering the news to the nearby white-way sects with her escort warrior.

Even if he dawdled here, the work had already begun.

"What's the plan?"

Gwak Cheon-hu asked with a serious face.

Cheon Mubaeck grinned.

"I'll have a one-on-one with the Red Dragon Faction Master."

"What?"

"I'm not an Asura or a Yaksha. How can I deal with all the Red Dragon Faction guys, who are well over a few hundred?"

"It's not impossible."

Neung-heo muttered quietly from behind.

That's right.

It wasn't that impossible.

But wasn't the purpose different?

The complete annihilation of the Red Dragon Faction? That was the goal and the wish of the Flying Sword Sect or the nearby white-way. It had nothing to do with Cheon Mubaeck.

Cheon Mubaeck was not a person who was full of a sense of justice and had righteousness in his heart.

The fact that he was striking the Red Dragon Faction now was because it was clearly related to the Blood Ghost Valley, which he did not like.

And the fact that they had oppressed the Sacred Fire Sect, the descendant of his friend.

That was all.

Was there a need to kill all the Red Dragon Faction to solve that?

It was a very troublesome thing. So Cheon Mubaeck had thought simply.

As always.

"If you just take out the head, they'll all spill the beans."

"You're saying you can face that head one-on-one? What, are you planning to sneak in and assassinate him?"

"It's not that I can't do that..."

Cheon Mubaeck stroked his chin.

But it would take some time. Because he had to grasp the location and to know various environments.

He hated things that took time. Because Cheon Mubaeck preferred to strike at once and to finish it.

"Listen carefully. As you said, it's not easy to take on the faction master one-on-one. As soon as I go, they'll all rush in and say, 'Kill this bastard!' and will start swinging their swords. Here, I'll do it my way."

"What is it?"

Gwak Cheon-hu asked.

Although the Flying Sword Sect had had friction with the Red Dragon Faction, they had not dared to have an all-out war.

Although he was confident that he would win, the damage could not be ignored.

But Cheon Mubaeck said he had a plan. He was curious.

Cheon Mubaeck grinned.

"Brutally, cruelly, and ruthlessly."

"...?"

"I'll show you hell."

Why was it?

Gwak Cheon-hu, without even realizing it, felt his body tremble.

The refreshing smile that looked so kind, for some reason, felt scary.

* * *

The Red Dragon Faction was not in a place where shops were concentrated.

A large manor was suddenly built on a hill, like the villa of some imperial family.

"This is annoying."

"Why?"

"Because the black-way bastards are living in an unnecessarily good place."

"Can't the black-way live in an expensive place and eat expensive things?"

Neung-heo laughed as if he were dumbfounded.

"Isn't it a sight of them doing that by extorting other people's money?"

"Ahem. That's true."

Cheon Mubaeck's disposition was twisted for no reason. The scale of the Red Dragon Faction was that enormous.

At a glance, it was much larger and more splendid than the dilapidated Shaolin.

It was a sight as if a palace had been built on a hill.

A large gate made of steel and a high wall that was like seeing a castle.

Cheon Mubaeck looked at Neung-heo and Gwak Cheon-hu alternately and said.

"You two, just watch what I do for now. Cheon-hu, you cover your face."

"...?"

"Everyone in the Red Dragon Faction knows your face, don't they?"

"I understand."

Gwak Cheon-hu obediently followed.

Since things had come to this, Gwak Cheon-hu had also made a decision. To destroy the Red Dragon Faction.

Then he would be able to stand tall and proud in front of his so-called difficult father.

Cheon Mubaeck walked without hesitation, looked at the gatekeeper, and shouted.

"Who are you? What is it?"

"I am the Ghost Sword of Love."

"...?"

The gatekeeper looked at Cheon Mubaeck as if he were dumbfounded.

"Are you talking about the Ghost Sword of Love of the Great Dragon Gang?"

"Right."

"The Ghost Sword of Love has been dead for a long time."

"He is my master."

The gatekeeper flinched.

But Cheon Mubaeck maintained an endlessly proud and shameless attitude.

At that point, the gatekeeper also had a 'what if?' thought.

Because there was no way a mere gatekeeper would know the detailed circumstances of the Great Dragon Gang.

The gatekeeper had experienced such a thing several times.

The black-way were all twisted in their disposition and were selfish. He should not make a decision on his own and to kick them out or to let them in.

"Wait. I'll report to the higher-ups."

"It's fine. I'll report."

"What?"

Cheon Mubaeck immediately drew his sword.

The gatekeeper's face turned pale. The moment he tried to draw his sword in a hurry, Cheon Mubaeck's sword had already cut through the air.

A white radiance was scattered, and the steel gate was split in two.

Kugugugung!

"Th-Th-This is crazy!"

The gatekeeper, with a pale face, staggered back and then ran away as if his tail were on fire.

My goodness.

Where on earth was there a madman who cut a steel gate with a sword?

The gatekeeper instinctively felt that he was not someone he could face.

When Cheon Mubaeck split the gate and entered, the gazes of the black-way members who had been loitering around were focused.

Soon, seeing the figure holding a sword in one hand, they all crumpled their faces and approached.

It wasn't just that they approached.

"I've never heard of a sea anemone-like bastard in my life."

Was it some kind of boasting of being the number one swearer in the Central Plains?

The sight of them running, spitting out all sorts of rough curses, was just like the black-way.

Cheon Mubaeck, whose disposition was twisted, said bluntly.

"Neung-heo."

"Yes."

"Remember all the faces of the bastards who are cursing now."

"What's there to remember? We're going to kill them all before that anyway."

"No, we'll kill them, but we have to kill them more cruelly. Like cutting off their lower parts."

Neung-heo trembled for a moment. When he glanced to the side, Gwak Cheon-hu's face was also pale. He flinched and took a step back from Cheon Mubaeck. Neung-heo asked Gwak Cheon-hu.

"Hey. You just cursed him as a crazy bastard, didn't you?"

"Wh-When did I do that?"

"Be careful. You're on the edge."

"Ahem."

Cheon Mubaeck, letting the conversation of the two flow in one ear, walked in with big strides.

A spacious outer courtyard. And inside, there was a high wall like an inner castle.

It was completely a single castle.

'This is why the Flying Sword Sect can't rashly plan anything.'

Cheon Mubaeck smirked.

They said the black-way had grown after the righteous-demonic war, but to think it was to this extent.

If the younger brother of the Great Dragon Gang was this much, what about the Great Dragon Gang, the big brother of the black-way?

Cheon Mubaeck wanted to be mean for no reason. The sight of them boasting a greater prosperity than the Shaolin he liked was quite displeasing.

Cheon Mubaeck tightly gripped his sword.

At the suddenly changed momentum, the black-way members who had been running stopped.

Cheon Mubaeck's cold expression. The dangerous momentum that flowed from his surroundings.

And the proud posture of walking silently and planting his sword on the ground and looking down.

"..."

It was a presence.

The atmosphere and the momentum that dominated the wide outer courtyard just by standing still.

Cheon Mubaeck had revealed his overwhelming presence to his heart's content. Just by showing his momentum roughly without refining it, Cheon Mubaeck's presence was not just clear, but it overwhelmed the surroundings.

The black-way members who had been running, cursing, stopped, unable to say anything.

If it was about being quick-witted, the second to none in the martial world were the low-life black-way.

The guys who had been running as if they would cause a scene at any moment formed a circle and were silent.

How much time had passed?

Whether the news of the gatekeeper had been delivered, those who looked like executives appeared one by one.

"The Ghost Sword of Love is your master?"

Cheon Mubaeck was inwardly impressed.

It was an appearance that, if Neung-heo had aged about twenty more years, he would have looked like that.

So.

'It's a really typical face of the black-way.'

Anyone would see that that old man was a black-way. An appearance that was like that. The cheekbones were protruding, the two eyeballs were sunken, and the cheeks were hollow, but the impression was not just sharp, but also meticulous.

When he glanced back, Neung-heo also had a look of admiration. Because it had been a long time since he had seen such a black-way-like face.

Cheon Mubaeck said indifferently.

"That's right. I'm from the Great Dragon Gang."

"Hehehe. This bastard. Where are you barking from? The Ghost Sword of Love hyung-nim has been dead for a long time, and he has no disciples or children. He had one child, but he was torn limb from limb and died."

As expected.

Unlike the Black Heart Gang, it didn't work.

Cheon Mubaeck did not mind.

Because it was one of the plans he had set up in his head anyway.

The one-on-one meeting with the Red Dragon Faction Master by impersonating the Ghost Sword of Love had gone up in smoke.

Then he would switch to the plan he had told Gwak Cheon-hu.

"Who are you? Where are you from? The Flying Sword Sect? No. There's no one in the Flying Sword Sect who would do such a crazy thing."

"I am Cheon Mubaeck."

"Cheon Mubaeck? Is there anyone here who knows a pale-faced, young brat named Cheon Mubaeck?"

When the old man said that, the black-way members burst out laughing.

It was a battle of momentum.

The black-way members, who had been intimidated by Cheon Mubaeck's presence, instantly straightened their shoulders.

Cheon Mubaeck, without even realizing it, said to Neung-heo.

"Hey. Learn well what he's doing. He's much more of a senior than you."

"I'm learning with my heart."

"Right."

Right. If you're going to live as a black-way, it's not bad to become a typical black-way like that guy.

Cheon Mubaeck took another step forward.

"Cheon Mubaeck. I don't know what courage you have to do such a thing, but if you crawl between my legs and bark right now, I'll just cut off your limbs and let you go."

The old man ridiculed.

This was his own battle of momentum, and the way of the black-way.

Then Cheon Mubaeck also decided to have his own battle of momentum.

"Hehehe. It seems you came to conquer the black-way, full of a sense of accomplishment after learning some decent martial art somewhere..."

Peoseok!

"...?"

The old man's words did not end. Because the part above his mouth had been completely blown away. The faces of the black-way members were filled with horror. No one could even let out a scream.

A suffocating silence.

A deeply sunken silence where one could not even breathe.

Cheon Mubaeck withdrew his outstretched sword.

The sword qi that had been flicked from his sword had cut him off before the old man could react.

And Cheon Mubaeck, pretending to withdraw his sword, unleashed it again.

Seogeok!

The head of the guy who was right next to him was split in two. A spray of blood erupted. One person, two people, three people. The sword qi that Cheon Mubaeck had sent out had cut off the heads of three people in an instant.

It was brutal.

"Keuak!"

He cut off the limbs of the two guys next to him with one swing of his sword. Blood gushed out like a fountain.

It was cruel.

Cheon Mubaeck moved like a ghost among those who were screaming.

He stabbed the backs of the guys who were flustered and were retreating in fear.

It was ruthless.

Only then did Gwak Cheon-hu realize.

The meaning of what Cheon Mubaeck had said.

'Brutally, cruelly, and ruthlessly…’

(End of Chapter)