Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 179

Episode 179

The King of Fists, ascending to the throne of the martial arts world

The bloodsucker shouted outside.

“Prepare a banquet! It’s to commemorate the ascension of the gentleman master!”

“I obey your orders.”

The blood prince laughed alone, but then saw the disciple's expression was not good and said with an awkward expression.

“By the way, did you kill the swordsman?”

The boy shook his head.

“We couldn’t decide the outcome.”

The blood prince was secretly relieved. The boy wasn't someone with power that could overwhelm the three gods.

Oh, really?

The bloodsucker said.

"Then, would you like to rest for a bit? Or would you rather have a showdown with me? Incidentally, I won't engage in a one-on-one duel with the great Master. However, Master and I have no animosity towards each other, so I simply wish for us to live in peace. What do you think?"

This is the Blood God Palace.

There is absolutely no reason for the Blood Emperor to fight against the Dongja Master alone.

When the blood prince looked at the boy as if he were telling him to choose freely, the boy smiled.

“Blood Emperor, seeing you so confident, I guess you killed all the survivors of Manmagung alone.”

The bloodsucker nodded.

“To become a blood god, you must become accustomed to the smell of blood.”

At this time, someone knocked on the palace hall's door.

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound was somewhat irritating. The bloodsucker spoke, looking at the door with a trembling expression.

“Come in.”

The door to the palace opened and a man wearing a magnificent white robe with a dragon pattern embroidered in gold thread walked in.

Her skin was as clear as white jade, and her expression showed no emotion.

The boy, without realizing it, felt an unpleasant feeling behind his back and had no choice but to stand up.

Because the prayers he uttered were different.

When the boy looked, he saw a man with a long sword on his waist standing still and looking at him warily.

The blood prince suddenly smiled and looked at the two people.

'Yeah. It'd be fun to watch them fight.'

The boy and the man were showing signs of discomfort because of each other's presence.

The man looked at the blood sacrifice and asked in an informal tone.

“Blood Emperor, who is this young-looking old man?”

The voice was truly soft.

The blood priest pointed to the boy.

"You've met two distinguished guests. He's a member of the Magical Three, a man of equal reputation with the gentlemanly master, and you should be respectful. I dare not speak ill of him."

When the blood prince spoke carelessly, the man said.

“You come here first.”

The bloodsucker shook his head with a tired expression.

"Let's get some rest. We have a distinguished guest here today. Please, let's get some rest. If you keep doing that, I'll be out of options."

Suddenly, the blood prince stood up and pulled off the long robe he was wearing, revealing his bare skin.

“You cheeky brat, I’ll take it all off for you today.”

The man said, frowning.

“Do it in moderation.”

“You too, do your best. Back off. I’ll take off all your clothes, even your pants.”

As the blood-stained monk removed his robe, hundreds of sword marks were revealed on his torso. His entire body was slashed, as if drawn on a Go board.

The blood prince said to the boy.

"Master Dongja, look at this body. It's all covered in scars inflicted by that human. I've never been sane, but he's no ordinary vicious man, so you must be careful. He won't be easy to deal with."

The blood prince lowered his pants as if he didn't want to fight. Now, if he just took off his underwear, he'd be naked.

The man finally turned around, sighed, and headed towards the palace gate.

Then the blood priest, wearing only his underwear, spoke to the man.

"By the way, Master Dongsa brought me news that the gentleman master you so desperately desired was killed by the King of Baekdo. It seems to me it's true. It's time for you and I to stop this pointless fight. We haven't had a match for years. Did you learn martial arts just to torture me? I doubt it. In any case, unfortunately, Master Jin died in the meantime. If you need someone to fight, go find the King of Baekdo first. I won't stop you…"

The boy looked at the man's back and asked.

“Are you the hypocrite of your time?”

The man kicked open the door to the palace without saying a word and disappeared. The Bicheonju occasionally stayed in the Blood God Palace, constantly harassing the Blood Emperor. However, since there were no other skilled opponents besides the Blood Emperor, even in the Blood God Palace, he was helpless.

Kwaaaaang!

The bloodsucker clicked his tongue and put his clothes back on.

“Did you see? It’s completely crazy… Ah, you have to be careful what you say.”

The boy asked with a surprised expression.

“How can a woman be a hypocrite······.”

The bloodsucker put his finger to his mouth with surprised eyes.

"fizzle."

As the boy blinked, the blood prince continued speaking.

"I told you, they're vicious. If your martial arts skills are strong, they don't discriminate between men and women. All of my internal competitors are probably dead or have been cut down somewhere. Look at me. Dealing with me is exhausting. Let's treat them like men. Even though they find this kind of thing hard to bear…."

The boy looked at the blood sacrificer who was putting on his clothes again.

It didn't look like a wound from a fight, but more like a sign of torture. And yet, it didn't seem normal for someone to survive with such injuries.

The boy asked.

“Is he your rival?”

The blood prince replied.

"I don't know. It's difficult to defeat either of us, but it seems the other side hasn't fully laid out their cards yet. As the gentleman said, we can't overwhelm each other. Anyway, if you intend to kill me, get the permission of the Lord of Bicheon. Otherwise, the entire Bicheon clan won't remain silent…"

The blood prince chuckled.

The Blood God Palace and the Bichon had become a strange and absurd relationship, created by the gentleman. Suddenly, the boy looked at the Blood Emperor and burst into laughter for the first time in a long while.

“Hahahahahaha······.”

As the boy continued to point at the blood prince and laugh, the blood prince spoke with a trembling expression.

"Master Dongja, are you crazy? Why are you doing this all of a sudden?"

"You idiot. Amazing. You took off your pants every time you were in danger of death. To think there was such a ridiculous fight… Am I wrong? Bicheonju was still one step ahead. Hahahahaha."

The blood prince replied with a smile on his face.

“Think whatever you want. It was a draw anyway.”

The boy burst into laughter, so absurd that it made the Blood God Palace shake.

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At a gathering of all the members of the Murim Alliance, the leader of the alliance, Yu Jeong-hong, stood on the podium to announce his retirement.

The members still didn't know who the successor would be. They all held their breath and waited for Yu Jeong-hong's words. All they knew was that a few days ago, Yu Jeong-hong had returned with Gwangsin and Yisin, looking extremely haggard.

Yoo Jeong-hong looked at his followers and spoke with a calm expression.

“I decided to retire.”

Yoo Jeong-hong looked around at the men, leaders, and elders whose hair had turned white.

“The old ones, retire together. This is the final order.”

Somber voices came from here and there.

"All right."

Yoo Jeong-hong continued speaking.

"My retirement doesn't require anyone's permission, but since it's a matter of martial arts, I've sought permission from my seniors. Seniors Gwangsin and Uishin have granted my retirement. The list of those retiring with me will be announced soon. And the vacancies will be filled by young leaders. While the leader election is sometimes a competitive process with several candidates, this time, with the help of my seniors, I've chosen a nominee. Therefore, the successor is someone I, Senior Gwangsin, and Senior Uishin have nominated. If you wish to raise any issues regarding this leader appointment, please do so directly with Senior Gwangsin. Also, spread the word about this throughout the martial arts world."

They each gulped.

It was something that could lead to death if you raised the issue.

Although Yoo Jeong-hong was joking, no one laughed.

Yoo Jeong-hong continued speaking.

"Senior Gwangsin has asked me to stop bothering the new leader with frequent requests for and challenges to the alliance. Still, it's strange that the leader of the Murim Alliance is changing without any challenges. The new leader will be challenged during the upcoming Chuseok holiday. It will be limited to two at most, so the Murim Alliance will handle the challenger selection tournaments before then. It would be more beneficial for both parties if only the winner were to challenge once. The new leader will return to his hometown, inform his family, and rest for a few days before returning to the alliance. Therefore, you should complete all tasks related to the handover of the leadership in the meantime."

"All right."

"I thought it would be a relief, but I have mixed feelings. But I'm so old. Fortunately, the new leader is young. He's much younger than some of the members. But a martial arts leader is a martial arts leader."

Yoo Jeong-hong smiled.

"Since I'm far more powerful than you, I'll have to be polite. Since I'm handing over personnel authority, even if I announce organizational restructuring or key appointments somewhat unilaterally, accept it. Since I'm not from a clan or a powerful family, I don't have many connections to place my people here and there. I think I have maybe ten at most. Don't worry, I'll negotiate these minor issues without making any major mistakes from a senior perspective."

"All right."

Suddenly, Yoo Jeong-hong slightly opened his collar and revealed to his followers the Yongrin Armor he was wearing underneath.

"This time, I saved my life with this. It was you, my allies, who provided for me with this, and I am alive thanks to you. You should also look after the young leader in the same way. However, if something major or dangerous happens in the martial world, the young leader will step in and resolve it. Therefore, all of you, superior and inferior, must work together to protect the martial world, a place where incidents and accidents are constant. That is the sole reason for our martial world's existence. I have never turned a blind eye to the bullying of the weak, and the new leader will be no different. I can't think of anything else to say."

After Yoo Jeong-hong finished speaking, he looked around at the members.

The leader of the escort group who had been in charge of Yoo Jeong-hong's escort for a long time said.

“Your Majesty, it has been an honor to spend time with you.”

The leader of the escort group drew his sword at Yoo Jeong-hong, intending to perform a sword salute. Then, not only the escort group, but also the members who had been listening to the old leader's words, all drew their swords simultaneously.

As the members' salute was extended to Yoo Jeong-hong······.

Yoo Jeong-hong, who was on the stage, answered while drawing his sword.

“It was an honor for me to be with you, my friends.”

The old leader bowed to his followers.

It was the first and last time the members of the alliance saw the swordsmanship of the martial arts leader.

Although he was never called the greatest in the world, Yu Jeong-hong, who held the title of martial arts leader for many years, was truly a hero. Although no gentleman would ever have considered Yu Jeong-hong a hero, such a gentleman is now dead and gone…

There would no longer be anyone in his time who did not consider Yu Jeong-hong a hero.

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After Danwoo Sung finished his short vacation and said goodbye to his family, he stood at a crossroads for a while, waiting for someone.

Only the Ssangbo brothers followed Danwoo Seong.

Originally, Danwoo-seong and Baekyak were planning to go to Bukhae together to meet Baekyak's father, the princess, and ask for permission to marry.

However, with Danwoosung taking office as the leader of the martial arts alliance, the plan was disrupted. Baekyak was planning to return to Bukhae briefly and then reunite with his father at the martial arts alliance. Of course, if Baekyak returned and explained the situation, his father would inevitably be surprised. After all, his future son-in-law was already the leader of the martial arts alliance.

After a while, two men came walking at a fork in the road carrying bundles.

The expression on his face couldn't help but be strange.

There were also expressions on their faces that said they couldn't tell if this was a dream or reality.

Danwoo-seong looked at his friends and smiled.

It was Sima Ji and Zhu Ziliang. I was planning to join the Martial Arts Alliance with these two.

Ju Ja-ryang would naturally be assigned to the military circuit, and Sima Ji would be assigned to the escort unit of the leader.

Whose decision was it? Of course, it was the decision of Dan Woo-seong, the leader of the martial arts world.

Because Gu-ung was the only son and heir to the throne, he could not join the Murim Alliance.

The Gaecha class friends who suddenly joined the Murim Alliance stood for a moment and looked at Danwoo-seong before taking the lottery ticket.

“The last scholar of the martial arts world, Sima Geuk, meets with the leader.”

“I, the runner who came running after receiving the call, come see the lord of the martial arts world.”

Danwoo-seong nodded his head several times with an awkward expression before responding.

“Let’s go, to the Murim Alliance.”

Then, Sima Ji and Zhu Liang rushed in, hugged Duan Wusheng, and burst into laughter.

“Haha …

“Prince Hogu, you have become the leader of the martial arts world!”

At this moment, someone shouted from across the fork in the road.

“Hey, you dog nerds!”

Goo Woong was running towards me.

“No, I can see you off too.”

Gu-ung, who had been running fiercely, leaped into the air and attacked the three people with a savage look, laughing.

“Hahahahaha.”

Gu-ung said as he wrapped his right arm around Dan-woo-seong's neck.

“Hey, let’s strangle the martial arts leader.”

Gu-ung, who had been laughing the loudest, was the first to have his eyes turn red.

"Oh, I want to go too. It feels like everyone else is successful and I'm the only one who hasn't."

“What’s success? It’s just going to suffer.”

Joo Ja-ryang said while patting Gu-ung's chest.

"Now you're the leader of our neighborhood. Please take good care of us. Since we're gone, you're now the king of the dog gangs. Leader Gu-ung, we're going."

Sima Ji said as he extended his hand to Gu Xiong.

“Let’s meet again, our neighborhood leader.”

Gu Woong shook hands with Sima Geuk and nodded.

“Okay. Go take a look.”

Gu-ung spread his arms and embraced Dan-woo-seong. The two briefly patted each other on the back.

“I’ll take care of the neighborhood. You go and take care of Gangho.”

Danwoo-seong said while patting Gu-ung's back.

“I don’t know if you have any vacation time, but you come often.”

Gu-ung waved to the three people with his eyes reddened.

“Go. Brother Ssangbo, go and live well.”

The twin brothers bowed their heads to Gu-ung.

“I hope you stay healthy too, brother.”

After walking for a while, Danwoo-seong suddenly looked back, and the rest of the group also looked back.

Gu-ung, who could be seen from afar, was standing there, waving his hand towards me.

Goo Woong shouted loudly.

“Hey! I forgot to ask!”

Danwoo Seong replied.

“What is it?”

“If you become the leader of the martial arts world, are you the best in the world?”

Danwoo-seong nodded and responded to his friend's words.

“Of course. I am the best in the world.”

The leader of the martial arts world may not always be the best in the world, but now they are synonymous.