Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 78

<The King of Fists, a fight that goes beyond the realm of martial arts>

Danwoo's brain waves spread out like rays of light.

Wherever the light passed, it became bright as if a lamp had been turned on.

Darkness turned into light.

Left Commander Yeon Je-hong barely managed to ward off the thunderbolt with his red hand wrapped around Jin Hong-su.

However, the brain waves were just a bunch of long spears, so only the part that hit Jin Hongsu disappeared as if it was being destroyed, and the tail part of the spear, which still had momentum, struck Yeon Je-hong's body.

puck!

Yeonjehong's body stretched out in a long, straight line, just as he had struck her. Brain energy was seeping into his entire body.

“Haha!”

Yeon Je-hong, who had been trembling in midair, resisting the blast of lightning, drew forth his true energy and unleashed it upon his entire body. The clothes he was wearing were torn apart by the blast of energy. His chin trembled in the process. It was a painful martial art, like being struck by a demonic attack.

Meanwhile, Danwoo Seong, who had closed the distance, was already throwing a punch.

Yeon Je-hong shouted as he took Dan Woo-seong's fist.

“Right Envoy!”

Are you reinforcements?

Danwoo-seong continued his attack without any particular disturbance.

Of course it was a trick.

Phew!

Yeon Je-hong, who had defended against Dan Woo-seong's fist with his double-edged sword, was pushed back for a while before he knelt down and screamed.

“Please save me!”

As soon as Danwoo Seong took a step forward, he swung his left foot to blow Yeonjehong's head away······.

hook!

Yeon Je-hong jumped on both feet like a frog, jumped to the side, rolled around once, and then ran away again.

Danwoo Seong was still amazed even while chasing.

I was in a slightly dazed state.

If the world of martial arts had become a world of magic, the position of Left Secretary would be a high-ranking position, easily the second or third most powerful in the world. Calling for reinforcements that never arrived and kneeling before begging for his life was a pathetic act that defied Dan Woo-seong's imagination.

It was horrifying how they could do such a shameless thing so brazenly. They wouldn't have done something like that on the Black Island, let alone the White Island.

As the left-wing soldier Yeon Je-hong ran out, he shouted happily toward the darkness on the right.

“Usagi! Help me!”

This time it seems to be real. There was a hint of joy in his voice.

As soon as Yeon Je-hong stopped walking, he rushed at Dan Woo-seong. He poured out all his strength, unleashing a barrage of curses. He twisted his fingers into a hook shape and began to scratch with a single stroke.

Whaaeng!

Danwoo Sung quickly lowered his head and then tripped Yeonjehong's leg, knocking him over.

Then Yeon Je-hong flipped over and poured out his energy onto the floor, then shot up into the air like a flare exploding.

Yeon Je-hong burst into long laughter.

“Hahahahahaha······.”

Yeonjehong, who had been stretching out while drawing a curve, got down and spoke to Danwooseong while taking a step back.

"Hey, there's a cowshed nearby. Let's stop. I can't join you right now because I'm taking a dump, and if you stop taking a dump and join me, you're dead. Let's do this. I'll let you have a break, so let's stop. Ah, let's stop!"

As Danwoo-seong charged forward expressionlessly, Yeonjehong began to run desperately away. To begin with, even Kyunggong wasn't as fast as Danwoo-seong, so he couldn't escape far.

Suddenly, it occurred to him that the flash of his short life might be proof that the crisis he was facing was truly dangerous.

It wasn't a very fun life.

"Shit."

From birth, I was taught to seek revenge, and I lived with the instilled belief that I had been wronged. Before I even reached adulthood, my thoughts were steeped in the power of magic. But as an adult, I found myself enjoying this life. I loved the idea of doing whatever I wanted for revenge. Murder and rape were deeply addictive.

Now, it's about to get even more fun…

What kind of a shitty situation is this, getting caught by the disciple of the King of Fists?

Yeon Je-hong, who had been running away for a while, was startled and discovered his real ally.

“Magic Sword! Help me!”

Was it a dream or reality? From the black sword to the black uniform… It was harder not to recognize them. However, I couldn't tell their rank.

The eighth of the Twelve Swordsmen narrowed his eyes and drew his sword.

“Left-handed?”

“Behind! I am the disciple of the King of Fist.”

Danwoosung, who had followed in an instant, struck with his sword, but Palgeom struck back with his own. As soon as Danwoosung unleashed his fist, he grabbed the demon sword and twisted it.

Palgeom's complexion changed suddenly.

'Brain?'

Yeon Je-hong, who had been waiting for an opportunity, let out a red-tinted tension.

Danwoo Seong responded as the leader and simultaneously poured out his brainpower.

Whack! Whirrrrrrrr!

A wave of energy erupted from the three people's bodies.

Palgeom's eyes widened.

'The disciple of the King of Fists······.'

Because he was the man who had even joined in to capture the lord, the sword master, the image of him fighting was still vivid in my mind.

Danwoo Sung glared at Yeonjehong and Palgeom alternately. Their power was sufficient. The three men's minds quickly turned.

Yeon Je-hong smiled.

'You're lost. This guy is invincible.'

Danwoo Seong judged that it would be disadvantageous to force the battle into a showdown of internal energy. Furthermore, if reinforcements arrived, the resulting internal energy battle could have resulted in death.

Danwoo Sung pushed the two people away forcefully, pouring out his strength.

Yeonjehong and Palgeom were instantly pushed back six or seven steps before regaining their balance.

Yeon Je-hong burst into laughter.

“Hahahahahaha… how cool! Demon Sword, I yield to you. Grab him and absorb him! Let’s cut off his hands and feet first! Hands and feet first! Here’s your chance to rise in the ranks!”

“Keep your mouth shut when you fight.”

Palgeom swung his demon sword while scolding the Left Commander. Even though he was the Left Commander of the Heavenly Demon, he was not a superior to the Twelve Demon Swords because they belonged to a different organization.

Yeon Je-hong blocked Dan Woo-seong's retreat, then used his hand, wrapped around Jin Hong-su, to capture Dan Woo-seong, using his golden sword technique. From Dan Woo-seong's left and right, Palgeom and Yeon Je-hong charged forward like two fierce beasts, ready to tear him apart.

The ground was dug up because of the blackness, and the surrounding walls were cut like tofu because of the flood water.

Danwoo-seong spun around, leaping backwards, then released a burst of energy into the air. The resulting force pushed Danwoo-seong backwards.

For a moment, it seemed as if the tables had turned.

Danwoo Sung took a step back and glared at the two people.

Yeon Je-hong followed along with a smile.

"Are you feeling a little queasy now? Get on your knees and beg, and I'll take you under my wing. How about it? I'm talking about a man you like."

Palgeom asked.

“Are you the disciple of the King of Fists?”

Yeon Je-hong nodded.

"That's right. Be careful, I'm saving my energy. You're quite clever."

Before he knew it, Danwoo-seong was standing with his back to the wall, arms hanging down. He concentrated, scanning the area for anyone approaching.

There wasn't any.

It was Dan Woo-seong's choice that created this kind of oppressive atmosphere.

I just changed the flow of psychological warfare.

While Danwoo Sung believed the two would have the upper hand if they combined their strengths, he didn't expect them to have actually passed the exam. This was evident just from listening to their conversation. In fact, he anticipated that the dissonance in their passing would leave them with a lot of room for improvement.

Even this back-to-the-wall behavior was part of psychological warfare.

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The magic sword flew towards Danwoosung's face and shattered the wall. Danwoosung struck Palgeom's abdomen, and with a loud thud, Palgeom was pushed back. Yeonjehong then unleashed a torrent of piercing water at Danwoosung's neck.

Chiiik-

The wall was cut diagonally, splitting in two. Danwoo Seong maneuvered, as if considering the extra space even when dodging attacks. He crouched like a cat, then rose like a lion, unleashing a torrent of energy.

Even so, the speed wasn't increased significantly. By the time the magicians became accustomed to the speed difference…

It moved as if it was exploding with a teleportation attack.

Danwoo Sung, who had jumped up on both feet, struck Palgeom's head with his brain, then did a somersault and grabbed Yeonjehong's head by surprise before coming down.

From the beginning, I was planning to kill Yeon Je-hong first.

Even before he could do the somersault, Yeon Je-hong was already aiming for Dan Woo-seong's back.

The situation was that Yeon Je-hong, who had split the moment and attacked the eight swords, was caught first, as he had originally intended, but had performed a poorly successful attack.

Danwoo Sung unleashed a light attack on Yeon Je-hong, injecting his brain energy into his head. Yeon Je-hong was dragged to the ground, swept away.

“Kuaaaah.”

While the eight swords were fluttering like fish flapping their wings, they aimed at Danwoo Seong and emitted sword energy one after another.

Danwoo Sung lifted Yeonjehong up and blocked the incoming sword energy. Then, as if in a fit of rage, Yeonjehong struck back with his twin swords.

Thud! Thud! Crack!

Yeon Je-hong's left hand was cut by the sword and flew away.

“끄흑! 개새끼야!”

When Yeon Je-hong tried to grab Dan Woo-seong's arm with his good right hand, Dan Woo-seong injected the maximum power of Baekjeonshipdan Gong.

Yeon Je-hong's hand stopped in mid-air and then hung limp.

The eight swordsmen following him took a defensive stance with a surprised expression. It seemed the tide had turned again…

Palgeom performed a tricky sword swing and then leaped over the wall.

As soon as Danwoo Seong's eight swords passed the wall, he trampled Yeonjehong's snout with his foot.

Kwaaaaang!

“이 개새끼야······.”

As soon as Yeon Je-hong's head was shattered······.

Danwoo Seong also stood on the wall and watched the eight swords that were entering someone's house while performing lightness techniques.

Palgeom leaped onto the roof, then retreated, smashing two or three roofs with each leap. Even his fleeing movements and the loud sound of his footsteps conveyed his opponent's psychology.

I was running away like crazy.

They were accustomed to passing, but not to one-on-one fights.

After confirming his route, Danwoo-seong landed on the wall and performed a light attack. The Palgeom, already frightened, was making a loud noise, making it easy to determine his location.

Danwoo-seong crossed an unknown neighborhood, entered an alley, and soared into the air. As his speed slowed, he kicked off the wall and flew up onto the roof.

Palgeom was holding something like a signal flare in his hand on the roof across from him.

Danwoo Sung lifted one finger and compressed the brain energy into a single point, imitating the one-point flood of the left-handed Yeon Je-hong, and erupted it.

In the realm of Oryo, the brain was cast as desired.

Ssaeaaaaaang!

A lightning-shaped lightning bolt flew at a speed that even Danwoosung could not have predicted, sending out a signal flare.

puck!

Palgeom looked at Danwooseong with his sword hanging down to his lower right.

The space between the two roofs where they were standing was quite far.

The eight swordsman gestured with his left hand as if to tell me to come over, then took a step back.

“Come and see.”

Of course, he was not a man who would just sit back and watch Danwoo-seong cross the street.

The eight swordsman said.

“Come across.”

In fact, Palgeom took a step back and flew under the roof.

Then Danwoo-seong started running over the roof.

The eight swordsman pretended to fall, then hung on to the roof with his left hand. Just as Danwoo-seong poked his head out, he leaped up and thrust his sword.

Swish!

Both of them were locating each other by sound.

As soon as Danwoo Seong caught the sword thrust up to his chin with his left hand, he stomped on Palgeom's face with his right foot. The sound of his clothes fluttering was already gone, so he was expecting a counterattack.

puck!

The striker didn't seem to be afraid at first. Despite being kicked, he didn't let go of his sword. Danwoo-seong grabbed the sword, pulled it up, and slammed it into the ground.

They were pouring out their power to each other using the sword as a medium.

Crackle crackle crackle!

Of course, in this kind of battle, Dan Woo-seong, who had mastered martial arts, was overwhelmingly dominant. They injected their swordsmanship with air power and began a one-handed, one-handed melee.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Danwoo-seong's stomping and punching felt like striking metal. Palgeom was struggling even more as the thunder surged through his body.

When Danwoo-seong aimed his finger at his eye, he surprisingly responded with a headbutt. His confident, robust physique gave him the appearance of a fierce street brawl, not a martial artist.

As soon as Danwoo-seong took his hand away, he grabbed him by the collar and pinned him to the ground.

BANG!

Only then did the magic sword roll across the floor. Danwoo Sung picked it up, then combined his internal and external energy to fold it in half.

Danwoo-seong glared at the eight swords.

“이 개새끼들, 더럽게 안 죽는구나. 대체 몇 사람을 죽여야 이런 신체를 얻을 수 있는 거냐.”

Even though Palgeom was tired, he was getting up like a corpse coming back to life.

Danwoo-seong looked around. It was about four or five stories high. Just as Palgeom was about to flee, Danwoo-seong grabbed Palgeom by the scruff of the neck with his teleportation technique and was launched into the air.

The two men drew a curve and moved away from the building. Only then did Palgeom, gripped by fear, scream.

It was a scream of pure instinct.

After turning Palgeom's body upside down in midair with martial arts, Danwoo Seong stepped between Palgeom's neck and jaw with his right foot. Naturally, Palgeom's head was facing the ground.

“Kkaaa …

As the screams continued for a long time, Danwoo-seong fell from the building while still on his eight swords.

Phew·········!

<The King of Fists, a fight beyond the realm of martial arts> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung