Sword God Reborn

Chapter 91 : Self-Reflection

A sword wind arose from the Red Dragon Faction Master's sword.

Cheon Mubaeck's eyes sparkled.

A sword wind was a different kind from sword qi. It was not a finishing move that ended the opponent. It was a kind of active defense technique that prevented the opponent from attacking.

Although it was not a fatal attack, if one ignored it and took it head-on, minor damage would accumulate on the body.

'He knows how to fight.'

He was not just a guy with a lot of internal energy and good martial arts.

He was a guy who knew how to fight.

Cheon Mubaeck's sword slid and clashed.

The level of internal energy transmitted through the sword.

'It's less than that Blood Demon Sect Master guy.'

It was natural.

The Blood Demon Sect Master, Do Mun-tak, had extorted an enormous amount of internal energy with the Soul-Sucking Demonic Art. In terms of the total amount of internal energy alone, he was at a great level even in the entire martial world.

The Red Dragon Faction Master was certainly lacking compared to him.

But that did not mean that the Red Dragon Faction Master was weak.

On the contrary. To exude such a momentum with less internal energy meant that he managed his internal energy well and used it efficiently.

'But even so, the absolutely insufficient total amount becomes a weakness.'

To cling to the enemy's weakness.

That was the basic of a fight.

Cheon Mubaeck deflected the Red Dragon Faction Master's attack once and immediately took the offensive.

A clean cut was swung, aiming for the lower body.

"Ridiculous!"

The Red Dragon Faction Master snorted and lightly blocked it.

A smile appeared on Cheon Mubaeck's lips.

'Got it.'

The opponent had taken a defensive posture.

'Now it's my time.'

Not all actions were as natural as flowing water.

Even if it looked that way, there was a momentary break between movements.

Cheon Mubaeck aimed for that and stabbed his sword.

The Red Dragon Faction Master's face hardened for a moment.

'Don't tell me?'

Cheon Mubaeck's sword fiercely stabbed the Red Dragon Faction Master's waist. He twisted and dodged. Then this time, he cut his thigh. He barely blocked it.

'Continuous and unbroken?'

Continuous and unbroken.

A smooth flow of attacks that seemed to be cut off but were not.

'There's no break!'

If he blocked his waist, then his thigh, if he blocked his thigh, then his side, if he twisted his side, then his shoulder.

The series of processes was as natural as flowing water, without a break.

'He's not a great master of internal energy. Is he the type who fights with sharp techniques and improvisation?'

The Red Dragon Faction Master's eyes moved quickly and his head spun.

Although it was fierce and sharp, the internal energy contained in the sword was not that strong.

For the Red Dragon Faction Master, who was a black-way and had a weakness in internal energy, he was not a very scary type.

But soon he had to admit that his thoughts were wrong.

'What on earth is this?'

A look of confusion appeared on the Red Dragon Faction Master's face.

'It's hard to block.'

He was suffocating.

Cheon Mubaeck's continuous attacks became faster as time went on. They were so intense that it became increasingly difficult to block and to dodge. As a result, the Red Dragon Faction Master, unlike himself, used more internal energy. If not, it was difficult to block. It was hard to dodge. Only by using internal energy was it possible to block and to dodge.

The sword that had been aiming for his ankle suddenly stabbed his wrist, and the sword that had been aiming for his wrist stabbed his throat. When it seemed to be stabbing his throat, it cut his waist.

'Is it a fast sword?'

The Red Dragon Faction Master, at the crazy pouring attacks that made his soul fly out, soon realized something.

'The continuous attacks, the power and the speed that cannot be dodged or blocked without using internal energy. This bastard...!'

The Red Dragon Faction Master saw Cheon Mubaeck's eyes.

An indifferent and natural gaze. Goosebumps rose all over his body.

'He's forcing me to consume my internal energy!'

The Red Dragon Faction Master quickly retreated.

But Cheon Mubaeck, as if he had expected that, stuck close to him.

Kagagagang!

Cheon Mubaeck's sword, as if it were dancing, chased the retreating Red Dragon Faction Master.

The Red Dragon Faction Master, who had been trying to switch to the offensive after retreating, was urgently pushed into a defensive position. He had no choice but to use his internal energy to dodge and to block.

'He grasped my weakness and immediately came up with a way to fight?'

In an instant, his spine went cold.

'It wasn't like this when we first exchanged a blow...'

If it was the position of the Red Dragon Faction Master, he was sensitive to the trends of the martial world.

He had roughly heard the news of how the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero had become famous and how he had fought.

'A gorgeous martial art and a sword that is close to a beautiful sword dance that is hard to understand.'

But the current Cheon Mubaeck?

'The brutality of clinging to my weakness.'

A look of bewilderment was increasingly on the Red Dragon Faction Master's face.

Cheon Mubaeck's attack was truly exhilarating.

'To analyze the opponent, and to transform the sword to match it. Perhaps this is the best moment to use the Heaven-Concealing Sword Technique.'

Cheon Mubaeck's eyes constantly scanned the opponent.

Cheon Mubaeck's Heaven-Concealing Sword Technique had shed its form. The sword that contained the most original meaning was the Heaven-Concealing Sword Technique. To put it nicely, it was like this, but to put it badly, it had no form.

But the power and the profoundness contained in the sword could become stronger and could be multiplied depending on how it was used.

Like now.

Cheon Mubaeck restrained the use of his internal energy as much as possible.

'If the opponent is a strong master of internal energy, I'll strike at once and use the opponent's internal energy to break him. But for a guy like this who manages his internal energy appropriately and uses it efficiently, I'll force him to consume his internal energy itself.'

Now Cheon Mubaeck's vision had deepened and had widened.

'Just because you use a powerful martial art, it's not always about winning against the opponent.'

The original meaning of the sword is to kill.

The ways in which that is expressed are countless.

Cheon Mubaeck, at this moment, had returned to the point of view of when he had first held a sword.

'I had also gotten old.'

Cheon Mubaeck suddenly had such a thought.

Since when was it?

Was it after his seventh life? Like all the people of the martial world, Cheon Mubaeck had coveted a stronger martial art, more internal energy, and a better elixir.

That was not a bad thing. What was the problem with that? It was a natural thing for a person of the martial world.

But the problem was that Cheon Mubaeck had come to think of such a thought as natural over hundreds of years, not just dozens of years, through his past lives.

'Was I efficient?'

Now Cheon Mubaeck was hardly using his internal energy. With a very small part of it, he was reading the opponent's breathing, predicting his escape route, and reading his sword path in advance to drive him. He was thinking more, moving more, and moving faster to make the opponent unable to even breathe.

Cheon Mubaeck, while pushing the Red Dragon Faction Master, fell into a kind of trance.

Reminiscence and self-reflection.

'I was no different.'

A self-deprecating smile hung on his lips.

When he had faced the Blood Demon Sect Master, and when he had faced Jeon-hyeon and Gukbo in the duel.

Cheon Mubaeck had certainly made a step forward in terms of martial arts or internal energy.

But if you were to ask if it was efficient, the answer was no.

'I had consumed my internal energy on useless things.'

Cheon Mubaeck smiled bitterly.

It was not an enlightenment.

But it was at least a thorough self-reflection.

And the result was clear.

Cheon Mubaeck had been the Azure Sky Sword God. If a person who had reached such a realm reflected on himself and put that back into his sword.

The Red Dragon Faction Master, after taking a step back, stabbed his sword, pushing all his internal energy into it.

It was an attack that contained the will of a one-hit kill for him, who had consumed his internal energy in an instant.

Cheon Mubaeck grinned.

'Internal energy is something you use at the most important moment. To use it efficiently by reading the flow of the battle.'

And right now, Cheon Mubaeck's upper dantian opened wide. An overwhelming internal energy spread throughout his body through the Baihui point.

Flash! A white light shot out from Cheon Mubaeck's eyes.

Cheon Mubaeck lifted his sword and then struck it down.

A white sword qi swirled around Cheon Mubaeck's sword.

The internal energy that had been saved until now was all focused, and the Red Dragon Faction Master's attack was returned to nothing. The aftermath was so enormous that the Red Dragon Faction Master spun a few times in the air like a kite with its string cut and was thrown far away on the floor.

He writhed and vomited a handful of red blood from his mouth.

"..."

While the crowd was silent, Cheon Mubaeck approached him and placed his foot on his solar plexus.

The pupils, which seemed to be dying soon, shook violently.

"S-Save me."

A very small voice like a mosquito. Squeezing out a voice that did not come out, he begged for his life.

This was the black-way.

If it had been the demonic path, he would have calmly chosen death here.

Because that was a person of the martial world.

The black-way was the black-way before being a person of the martial world. Cheon Mubaeck was glad for that.

Because if it was a guy with a desire to live, he could use that.

"You visited the Nakwha-ru a while ago, right?"

In an instant, the Red Dragon Faction Master's pupils shook noticeably.

'Fear?'

Well.

This is unexpected.

It should be a gaze that has found a hope of survival. But he's scared?

Cheon Mubaeck, taking the opportunity, immediately asked what he had been curious about.

"Who did you meet there? Are they the perpetrators who caused the bloodbath in Chongqing?"

"..."

The Red Dragon Faction Master did not answer. He, on the contrary, looked at Cheon Mubaeck with lifeless eyes.

"If I answer... will you spare me?"

"Right."

"Then... my life ends here."

The Red Dragon Faction Master said that and bit his tongue.

Cheon Mubaeck's brow narrowed.

A face that was losing its vitality in an instant. It was suicide.

'He chose suicide?'

At that moment, the Red Dragon Faction Master spat out faintly between his broken breaths.

"The ghosts of the valley... drenched in blood... will be after you."

Cheon Mubaeck grinned.

That's it. This is enough.

"I'm not scared of that, you brat."

* * *

"This is bullshit!"

The vice-leader, Jin-ryang, had shouted with joy when the Red Dragon Faction Master had died.

Because he was happy with the thought of taking over the faction master's position after soothing the remaining subordinates.

In fact, Cheon Mubaeck had left without any lingering attachment after dealing with the Red Dragon Faction Master.

But immediately after, warriors with swords rushed in.

"These bastards!"

They were the nearby white-way sects.

Whether they had heard the news from somewhere, they were rushing in, united and triumphant.

If it had been the usual Red Dragon Faction, they would have lightly defeated their challenge.

The problem was the morale now.

The Red Dragon Faction Master had died. All his subordinates had witnessed it with their own two eyes.

It was a situation where the morale had plummeted.

Even that was a terrible situation, but Jin-ryang felt as if the sky were falling when he saw the flag that was soaring among the warriors in the distance.

'Gwak Cheon-hu was here, so I should have expected this...!'

The flag of the Flying Sword Sect.

And below it, a fierce old man with an impressive white beard was running with all his might.

The Fighting God, Gwak Yong.

* * *

"You've caused a big trouble."

Gwak Yong looked at Gwak Cheon-hu in front of him.

"I didn't cause it."

Gwak Cheon-hu raised his head and answered.

Gwak Yong looked at him as if he were surprised.

'Come to think of it.'

Even though his whole body was covered in blood, his breathing was not rough. When he had left for Shaanxi to seek help for this bloodbath, he had still had a brat-like air, but,

Now it was completely different.

'They say the martial world is wide. It seems he has felt something.'

Gwak Yong was inwardly pleased with that, but he did not show it on the outside.

"You're saying you've gathered the nearby white-way sects in your name?"

"The crazy guy who came with me did it."

At those words, Gwak Yong looked at the corpse of the Red Dragon Faction Master who had died on one side.

He was not an easy guy. Of course, Gwak Yong was confident that he could easily win against this guy, but looking at the state of the corpse, he could imagine what kind of battle it had been.

'He was defeated without even being able to use a move.'

Such a great master. And a master who knew how to fight properly.

Gwak Yong, who had heard the news, asked Gwak Cheon-hu.

"They say you came with the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero? What kind of guy is he?"

Without a moment's hesitation, Gwak Cheon-hu answered.

"He's a crazy bastard."

"..."

Gwak Yong was startled for a moment. He coughed and turned his head.

He had wanted to meet him.

He had wanted to see the name that was shaking the current martial world.

Because in that unprecedented move, he had recalled the idol he had looked up to his whole life.

"Right, where did he go?"

"You mean Cheon Mubaeck?"

"If he's caused such a trouble, as a senior in the martial world, I should at least have a face-to-face meeting."

"He went to the Nakwha-ru with the subordinate he brought with him."

Gwak Yong flinched.

"The Nak... wha-ru?"

"Yes."

"Isn't that... a gisaeng house?"

"Yes."

A blunt answer.

Gwak Yong thought for a long time and then said.

"He's a crazy bastard, indeed."

(End of Chapter)