A suffocating silence filled the manor.
The surroundings were so quiet that even the sound of soone's breathing could be heard.
Cheon Mubaeck enjoyed this silence.
When everyone had a look of fear on their faces. A face full of fear, a gaze filled with dread, and now, walking among them.
When his sword rcilessly craved and drank blood.
Cheon Mubaeck thought.
'The blade is sharp.'
He felt that the blade was not rusty. A sword should be like this. A sword should naturally be sharp. It should always have a brutal edge when cutting down an enemy.
Cheon Mubaeck stood over the fallen corpse and said.
One syllable at a ti, in a clear tone.
"I am Cheon Mubaeck."
"..."
Just a mont ago, the na Cheon Mubaeck had been an object of ridicule to them.
The na Cheon Mubaeck, which the naless old man whose head had been blown off had used as an object of ridicule.
Not now.
The mont Cheon Mubaeck proudly declared, their faces turned pale.
A smile appeared on Cheon Mubaeck's lips.
It was definitely an endlessly beautiful smile. A smile that would make any woman blush, and a smile that even n would admire.
But to the black-way mbers here now, that smile was just chilling.
There is no need for rcy to an enemy. What an enemy needs is terrible fear. A suffocating dread. A brutality that makes it impossible to even lift a finger.
Now, the three syllables of Cheon Mubaeck ant that to them.
"So, tell your head to co out."
"...!"
"Or you'll all die."
Cheon Mubaeck's tone was plain. It didn't seem to have any particular emotion.
But it had a magical power that made the listeners feel a chill.
In fact, even if one, two, or three black-way mbers were stabbed and fell, they would clench their teeth and attack. One would grab a leg and hang on, and another would grab an arm and hang on.
A well-organized black-way fights by throwing their bodies like that.
If it was a Red Dragon Faction of this scale, there would surely be plenty of such guys.
Cheon Mubaeck looked around.
Those whose gazes t Cheon Mubaeck's were startled and stepped back or turned their heads.
A quiet silence.
The executives also opened their eyes wide and their hands, which were holding their weapons, trembled.
A brutality and cruelty that seed impossible to face.
And it gave them a sense of ruthlessness.
Then what would their choice be?
'Will they attack?'
Not at all.
The black-way were guys who had deeply engraved in their hearts the saying that this world is better even if you roll in a pile of shit.
No matter how tough they were, they had to be made to feel that this was not going to work.
He had shown a cruel and ruthless appearance.
A black-way that has lost its poisonous qi rapidly weakens and shrinks. After that, they expect and hope that the strongest one will face them instead.
Who in the Red Dragon Faction would be such a person?
The strongest martial artist in the Red Dragon Faction.
Right, the Red Dragon Faction Master.
That was Cheon Mubaeck's intention.
To put the Red Dragon Faction Master in this place.
And to have a one-on-one duel with him and to finish him off at once.
But the one who appeared at that ti was not the Red Dragon Faction Master.
It was the vice-leader, Jin-ryang.
He appeared with a mask roughly covering his mouth below his nose, and he crumpled his face at the sight of the tragedy.
"Cheon Mubaeck? Don't tell you're the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, Cheon Mubaeck?"
"That's right."
The surroundings buzzed.
Even if they did not know the na Cheon Mubaeck, there was no one who did not know the title of the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero, which had been shaking the martial world recently.
"Are you the Red Dragon Faction Master?"
"I am the vice-leader, the Red Black Sword, Jin-ryang."
"You don't look like a person from the Central Plains."
Cheon Mubaeck smirked. Jin-ryang's cheekbones were protruding, so he did not look like a person from the Central Plains. Seeing that his title had the character 'Di' (狄: barbarian), he was from outside the pass.
"What is your purpose? As far as I know, there is no grudge between the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero and the Red Dragon Faction."
"It happened yesterday."
Cheon Mubaeck said calmly.
Jin-ryang crumpled his face.
"A grudge happened? What nonsense are you spouting!"
"Sacred Fire Sect, Chae Ga-ryeong."
"...!"
In an instant, Jin-ryang's expression wavered noticeably. He was startled and looked around.
'Co to think of it, that guy Deok-jong, there's no contact from him!'
In an instant, his heart went cold.
'Is that Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero related to the Sacred Fire Sect?'
No.
If so, he would have appeared sooner. I an, when those unknown strange bastards had annihilated the Sacred Fire Sect. It's been almost a month since the Sacred Fire Sect collapsed, and he's only appearing now? And he's looking for the Red Dragon Faction?
There were one or two strange things.
'Then... oh no. Chae Ga-ryeong, it's that girl!'
Jin-ryang clenched his teeth. Don't tell that Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero is Chae Ga-ryeong's...
"Are you perhaps Miss Chae's husband?"
"..."
Cheon Mubaeck's face contorted strangely for a mont.
What husband.
She's the great-granddaughter of a friend.
But he couldn't say that, could he?
Jin-ryang, who had taken Cheon Mubaeck's silence and his contorted expression as a silent affirmation, bit his lip.
'Looking at him, it seems he ca for revenge.'
Nurous thoughts flashed through his mind. Since he was in the position of the vice-leader, he was also well-inford. He had also heard that the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero had had a big fight with Mount Hua and Zhongnan in a three-way battle.
And even the unbelievable news that he had defeated the Plum Blossom One Sword and the Zhongnan Wind Sword at the sa ti.
Even if only half of that news was true, from the vice-leader's point of view, facing Cheon Mubaeck was not an easy thing to do.
Did he think he would lose?
Jin-ryang, to be honest, did not know. The rumors of the martial world were usually exaggerated. But even so, there was no smoke without fire. It was clear that Cheon Mubaeck was strong. The montum he was proudly exuding in front of the Red Dragon Faction proved that.
Jin-ryang took a step back for a mont.
The shout he had heard while coming.
'He said to tell the head to co out, right?'
Right. This is it.
That guy, he misunderstood that it was the faction master's order.
Jin-ryang grinned. As befitting a black-way, the person who was surprisingly good at using his head was none other than Jin-ryang.
"That was the order of the Red Dragon Faction Master."
The stratagem of killing with a borrowed sword.
'In any case, I didn't like that guy.'
The faction master fights with Cheon Mubaeck. The faction master wins? Even if he wins, he will suffer a fatal wound. Then he, the next in line, will naturally take over the Red Dragon Faction.
'Hmm.'
But there was no way Cheon Mubaeck would not have read that thought.
He had heard about the Red Dragon Faction at the inn with Chae Ga-ryeong.
It was also written in the reports of the Hao Faction and the Beggars' Sect.
That the relationship between the faction master and the vice-leader was not good and that their forces were divided.
How could Cheon Mubaeck, who knew such a fact, not have noticed Jin-ryang's intention?
'But... it's better to play along.'
If Jin-ryang used Cheon Mubaeck, Cheon Mubaeck would also use Jin-ryang.
Beating up Jin-ryang? That could be done at any ti, so what was more important now was to face the faction master.
Cheon Mubaeck decided to play along with Jin-ryang's intention.
"So, tell your head to co out. Or you'll all die."
Cheon Mubaeck's purpose and intention was a one-on-one confrontation with the Red Dragon Faction Master.
And Jin-ryang's purpose was also to put the Red Dragon Faction Master forward and to get himself out of the way.
Was there a saying that extres et?
Jin-ryang, who had instinctively felt that his intention was consistent with Cheon Mubaeck's, shouted with joy inwardly.
"Bring the faction master."
Jin-ryang, lowering his voice, ordered his subordinate. The Red Dragon Faction Master, who had been quiet until now, would have no choice but to show himself when the vice-leader was looking for him with a serious face.
The only person here who could call out the Red Dragon Faction Master, who was in seclusion, was the vice-leader, Jin-ryang.
Not long after, the Red Dragon Faction Master, who had heard the news, appeared.
"This is absurd..."
A low voice. A tone that was full of prestige, like the growl of a beast. Cheon Mubaeck grinned.
The montum felt from the outside.
'He's strong.'
To be honest, Cheon Mubaeck was impressed.
'Is this the black-way?'
What kind of black-way bastard is this strong?
Unless he ate elixirs like rice.
Cheon Mubaeck thought for a mont.
'Is he stronger than Jeon-hyeon and Gukbo? The Blood Demon Sect Master? Is he about that level?'
The montum and the atmosphere felt from the outside were like that.
Of course, he had to fight to know his real skill. Also, since there were compatibilities between martial arts, there was no absolute martial power value. But it was certain that the Red Dragon Faction Master was strong.
"The leader of a group."
Kwang!
Cheon Mubaeck stepped on the pavilion. At the terrifying montum, the black-way mbers just opened their eyes wide and rolled around.
"Is not an idiot who gives orders from above the heads of his subordinates, but a leader who fights, shedding blood at the forefront."
At Cheon Mubaeck's words, not only the Red Dragon Faction Master, but also the faces of the black-way mbers who were facing him changed strangely.
The Red Dragon Faction Master burst out laughing as if the situation were absurd.
"You've gained a paltry reputation as the Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero and your prestige is soaring!"
The Red Dragon Faction Master walked out, exuding a rough montum.
"Alright. If I win, I'll make sashimi out of you and use you as a side dish for my subordinates. Even the two idiot-like morons behind you."
"Good. Neung-heo, block the door."
"Yes."
"That bastard might run away after getting beaten, so block the door, and Cheon-hu, beat up any bastard who interrupts in the middle. There's at least one idiot who will throw himself to save his so-called leader when he's in danger."
"...Cheon-hu?"
"The Fighting Ghost of the Flying Sword Sect!"
"It's Gwak Cheon-hu!"
As expected of Gwak Cheon-hu. His performance is certain.
Cheon Mubaeck smirked. He read the atmosphere that was spreading like a ripple.
It was obvious that a few loyalists would interrupt if the situation turned strange while fighting with the Red Dragon Faction Master.
Then Cheon Mubaeck would have no choice but to face the entire Red Dragon Faction. Even though he had driven the atmosphere. The Red Dragon Faction Master might run away in the anti. Would the black-way be afraid of running away during a fight?
But since it was revealed that the guy behind Cheon Mubaeck was Gwak Cheon-hu, they could not act rashly.
Wasn't he the great Fighting Ghost, Gwak Cheon-hu?
There was a reason for having a reputation and a title in the martial world. Just that was enough to get half of it.
The atmosphere was perfectly created.
Cheon Mubaeck, feeling that his plan was proceeding smoothly, aid his sword.
The Red Dragon Faction Master grabbed his sword with a face as if he had chewed on sothing bitter.
It was a dium sword that was about an inch and a half shorter than Cheon Mubaeck's sword. Cheon Mubaeck spat out as if he were showing rcy.
"Alright. I'll yield the first attack."
"This arrogant bastard!"
"You don't want it? Don't regret it."
Cheon Mubaeck smirked and kicked up the sword that was lying on the floor. It was the sword of that executive who had died to Cheon Mubaeck. After kicking up the sword with the tip of his foot, Cheon Mubaeck reached out his hand and swung it as if he were striking.
The internal energy that had been circulating was pushed into the sword body through his fingertips.
The sword instantly made a sound of cutting through the air and flew straight like lightning.
Swaeaek! The montum was so powerful that the Red Dragon Faction Master was startled and quickly struck it with the hand he had put in his bosom.
Chwareureuk!
Hundreds of pieces of iron filings poured down on the floor.
It was a hidden weapon.
Looking at the fallen hidden weapons, the Red Dragon Faction Master's face turned pale.
"How..."
"Looking at the way you hold a dium sword, it was obvious that you're the type who throws hidden weapons first and then fights."
The movent of the muscles, the strangely wide stance of the two legs, the movent of the shoulder line that held the sword.
The expression and the gaze.
To predict the opponent's movent by synthesizing all those things.
It was not a difficult thing for Cheon Mubaeck.
But to accept that was the sa feeling for any opponent.
'The Heavenly Dragon Sword Hero... is not a false reputation!'
The Red Dragon Faction Master clenched his teeth.
Cheon Mubaeck grinned at such a Red Dragon Faction Master.
Cheon Mubaeck's sword vibrated slightly.
'A fight with a strong person always makes a person develop.'
Although he had co with a different purpose, when he read the montum of the Red Dragon Faction Master, a strange excitent arose.
Through the duel at Mount Hua, Cheon Mubaeck had felt that he had advanced one step further.
But he had to embody that advancent with his body to make it completely his own.
The opponent in front of him.
If it was that much.
"Fight with all your strength."
It ans it's worth fighting.
(End of Chapter)
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