Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 174

Episode 174

King, please give me half and half of the dumplings.

It might be a game for a gentleman, but it wasn't for Danwoo Seong.

The Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara Guanyin was already capable of devastating an entire region. Though its size had shrunk, the time it took to double its size was steadily increasing.

Danwoo Seong once again handed over the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara Guanyin to the gentleman and then tried to recover some of his internal energy using the Samramansangchukgi technique.

Of course, the remaining internal energy is still vast.

However, I did not have the mental capacity to deal with the gentleman leisurely.

The gentleman who received the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara Buddha spoke as if he were praising Danwoo Seong.

“It’s gotten quite ominous.”

Now, even the gentleman took considerable time to cultivate the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara statue. Meanwhile, I observed the King of Fists, who was kneeling and breathing. This was a testament to his immense courage and courage.

Because it was clear that if he threw the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara Orb like this, he would be seriously injured.

Because it was an explosive created by combining the energy of a gentleman and a powerful king. It was imbued with such a reckless energy that if thrown at a large army, it could end the war.

Suddenly, the gentleman realized that among all the past Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara games, this one was the longest in terms of time.

“Take it.”

Danwoo-seong nodded and stood up, then opened his eyes wide.

The Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara Buddha's appearance had darkened. Danwoo Seong, having caught the gentleman's throw, caught it with both hands. In an instant, Danwoo Seong drew up a thunderbolt in both hands. He judged that his hands would melt.

I swallowed my saliva without realizing it.

“Isn’t that too dangerous?”

The gentleman looked at Danwoo Castle with his backpack on his back.

Danwoo Sung had no choice but to infuse his inner energy into the sphere again, increasing its size. How could white have turned black? It wasn't just black. The sphere's interior resembled the night sky.

This was something that even the king and the gentleman could not withstand.

Danwoo Sung, who had finally grown twice as much, said as he threw the sphere.

“Gentleman Master.”

Even the gentleman carefully received the sphere with both hands and spoke while infusing it with his internal energy.

“Speak.”

“If the gentleman master doubles it this time, I will be defeated.”

"defeat?"

"exactly."

As the gentleman poured his inner energy into the sphere, he observed Danwoo Seong's expression.

“Are you going to die here?”

"No way. That means I lost at Yu-hee. Martial arts are a different realm, isn't it? I didn't do this to test the limits of my inner strength. My gentleman master has lived longer than me. Two, three, four times… No, I don't even know how many times he's lived. Yu-hee is the same for me as for Nomadoodle. It was a losing battle from the start."

The gentleman looked at the king.

He was speaking the truth, so there was no other way to respond. The King of Fist had been honest up until now, and his life was still hanging on. If he were to throw the Thousand-Armed Avalokiteshvara Orb he already held at the King of Fist, today's game would be over.

'That can't be.'

The gentleman said:

“Then I guess we should end the game.”

Danwoo Seong replied.

“It would be better to get rid of it together.”

"There's no need for that. The vastness of the sky will embrace it. Just raise it high and then explode."

The gentleman slowly lifted the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara into the air. He carefully pushed it forward, mixing wind and tension. Even Danwoo-seong found it a wondrous feat. Only after gaining some distance did he suddenly propel it into the air with only the wind.

The moment when the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara Buddha reached its peak at a certain height and was about to fall······.

The gentleman erupted from his fingers a beam of light, his intellectual power. At that moment, with a crackling sound, the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara, having swallowed the power, began to slowly descend.

The gentleman's eyes widened.

Danwoo Sung couldn't help but be even more surprised.

Because it was falling on the heads of the gentleman and the single-minded.

“Master, what should I do?”

“If possible, it has to be done through the law.”

Suddenly, the gentleman and the king looked at each other. If they harmed each other while destroying the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara statue, the statue would eventually fall intact, obliterating the entire area without a trace.

Danwoo Sung raised his finger as if to say he would join in.

“To the local court.”

There was no time to delay. The two men simultaneously unleashed their intellect toward the falling Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

A thin pillar of light rose up.

A gentleman maintains his intelligence by instilling inner strength.

At that moment, Danwoo-seong intentionally poured out his own intellect, created with his own power, onto the point where the gentleman's intellect collided.

Then, two lines of wisdom penetrated into the interior of the giant Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara Buddha.

It looked like two meteors streaking fiercely through space.

Immediately, with a strange, booming sound, the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara Orb exploded in midair. In an instant, an eerie silence enveloped all sounds in the area.

Danwoo Seong and Gunja covered their ears with both hands at the same time.

A loud noise came through.

Then, a tremendous pressure, like a typhoon crashing down, crushed the entire empty lot. The two men were caught in the wind, each infusing their internal energy into their legs, causing the ground beneath them to cave in.

Then, at the same time, he turned his gaze to the great master.

It seemed like the monk Gyo-gak had come.

A huge tension wrapped in a faint golden light erupted into the air.

It seemed like a desperate act of martial arts, unleashed to protect the Heavenly Master. Here, too, a deafening roar erupted.

Danwoo took a deep breath to calm his surprised heart.

“Phew.”

Fortunately, it exploded in the air as the gentleman had said, but the aftermath was truly terrible.

The monk Gyo-gak appeared with a face that turned bright red and spoke to Dan-woo-seong and the gentleman.

“It’s already five o’clock in the afternoon. Both of you, please come up for a bit and have some dinner before continuing our meeting.”

The gentleman responded as if he was surprised by this unexpected passage of time.

“Is it already Yushi?”

The bridge pier nodded.

“Yes.”

The gentleman extended his hand to Danwoo Seong.

“Go eat and come back.”

Danwoo-seong walked a few steps and then stopped.

“Let’s eat together.”

The gentleman waved his hand once, flew to Gunjabong Peak, and sat cross-legged. It was his second day of fasting.

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In the end, Gyo-gak and Dan-woo-seong sat facing each other for the meal. This time, Gyo-gak cleared the gentleman's plate first before beginning the meal. The expression of surprise at the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara statue still lingered on his face.

“It exceeded my expectations again and again.”

Danwoo-seong nodded at the bridge's words.

“Yes.”

“I’m watching, but I don’t know what to do.”

The sergeant asked curiously as he watched the younger Kwon Wang eat with a calm expression.

“Aren’t you afraid, Your Majesty?”

Danwoo-seong chewed the grains of rice that filled his mouth and then replied.

“What is it?”

“All of this. What’s happening here······.”

"I don't know. I'm not particularly afraid of my own death, but I'm worried about the feelings of those who will be waiting. My seniors, my family, and so on…"

“Are you saying you’re not afraid of dying?”

"that······."

Danwoo-seong looked at the plain rice and side dishes for a moment.

"If you're so afraid of it, your hands and feet won't move properly. After all, you have to fight. Since you're fighting to win, you can't fight with fear. That's especially true when you're fighting. When I try to eat alone, I can't eat well."

Danwoo-seong grabbed the bowl of soup and drank it down in one gulp, then gulped down the water bowl in another gulp. He was eating as quickly as he was gulping down rice and side dishes.

The bridge pier asked.

“Please rest for a bit before you go.”

Danwoo Seong said as if he was going to get up right away.

“I have to go right away since the person who wants to fight is waiting without even eating.”

The bridge, which had never spoken in a strong tone before, tried to dissuade Danwoo-seong again.

"No. The gentlemanly master will be immersed in meditation anyway, so your impatience is yours alone. You can take a moment to digest it before you go."

Dan Woo-seong, who was impatient, barely managed to get his butt back together again.

"All right."

As Danwoo-seong let out a short sigh, Gyo-gak looked at him.

“Do you understand the gentleman’s master?”

Danwoo-seong shook his head.

“It’s hard to understand.”

The bridge pier continued speaking.

"Master Yishin left me with a message. He said that if Master Gentleman ever comes to eat, he should treat me to a meal like yesterday or today and then ask me what I like. I simply said I understood. In any case, Master Yishin expected the fight to be so long that they'd have to eat multiple times."

The bridge continued speaking, thinking deeply about something.

“······That’s what I was thinking, but it seems like this isn’t just a competition of martial arts.”

The bridge was meant to help the king in some way.

But Danwoo Sung was already aware of what was happening.

“Yes, I know.”

The bridge pier asked.

“What do you think will happen?”

Danwoo Sung replied with a blank expression.

"I will endure so that my gentleman master can fight without hesitation. I will persevere without dying. I will come for food, sleep, and fight again. Rain or snow, even if all that snow melts, I will endure. Like that…"

Danwoo-seong looked at the bridge pier.

"I will learn everything from the gentleman's master. If I die before then, everything will be lost. If I survive and hold on, I will win. I hate dying, too. But I've realized that I hate losing before then even more.

Even if I lose a hundred times in a row, even if I lose all year long, I still intend to win in the end. The gentleman master recognizes that our time together has not been fair.

“It’s just that the conditions for giving opportunities are harsh.”

Danwoo Seong put his hands together in prayer facing the bridge pier.

The bridge keeper, without realizing it, was about to say something but then closed his mouth.

"ah······."

What the hell kind of fight is this? I couldn't find anything to say.

The bridge keeper nodded and extended his hand as if to suggest they go first. He stared blankly at the back of the king as he headed toward the empty lot.

He still looked urgent.

Because the gentleman was waiting.

Frankly, it was hard to predict what kind of suffering the King would endure in the future. However, his courage was so great that even the guards were taken aback.

Suddenly, the bridge pier closed its eyes, putting off clearing the dishes for a moment.

He intended to calmly gather his thoughts. However, concentrating wasn't easy. As soon as the King descended into the clearing, thunder began to rumble across the clear sky again, and the clearing soon erupted in noise.

Moreover, the loud noise continued throughout the night without a single moment of rest.

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“Monk Gyo-gak, I’m hungry.”

The squire, who had been dozing off at dawn, looked at the entrance with a start. The king, his shirt completely torn, entered, looking exhausted.

The bridge pier responded with a jerk.

“Please rest for a moment.”

Suddenly, the bridge squinted. The sun was already rising. He ran barefoot out to prepare food.

Suddenly, I heard a thud and turned to see the King of Fists lying face down on the threshold, seemingly unconscious. He was breathing heavily, his body trembling. Not knowing what to do, I moved around, but I didn't think I'd die, so I prepared some food.

After a while, a messenger came running carrying rice and side dishes.

“Master, the King of Fist.”

It felt awkward to call him the King of Fists, but it felt more natural to call him Master.

Danwoo-seong, who had been sleeping as if dead, suddenly woke up and looked at the food.

"thank you."

“Take your time, take your time.”

As the sergeant set down the tray containing the rice and side dishes, Danwoo-seong's hand trembled as he held his chopsticks. The sergeant looked and saw bruises all over his right hand.

Danwoo Sung switched his chopsticks with his left hand and, still holding the bowl, shoveled food into his mouth. It looked like he was shoving garbage down his throat, not rice.

Meanwhile, the bridge pier asked.

“Your Majesty, you still haven’t eaten?”

“I guess so. You must be hungry.”

“You never know. While Master Kwon Wang was coming to eat, he might have gone down the cliff and picked some wild vegetables to eat.”

“Ugh.”

While listening to the bridge, Danwoo Sung felt food stuck in his throat, so he quickly pounded his chest and drank some water.

The bridge pier said.

“I’m sorry. I’m talking nonsense······.”

“No. I wasn’t killed by my gentlemanly master, but by Monk Kyo-gak.”

The bridge looked at the king, chuckling for the first time. Even as he laughed, tears welled up in his eyes. The bridge spoke.

“Master, the King of Fist.”

"yes."

"How about this? Ask Master Kwon Wang what kind of food he likes. I'll prepare it. Instead of suggesting we go out to eat, I'd suggest asking if he'd like to try this dish. Maybe he'll come along."

“What do you like?”

"yes."

Danwoo Seong looked lost for a moment, thinking about something, and then muttered:

“Then let’s do this. That damn dumpling······.”

"yes?"

"Oh, actually, Master Gwangsin loves dumplings so much, so I thought of you. I think you know Master Gwangsin likes dumplings. Would that be possible? If you could get some for me, I'll just give them to Master Gentleman."

“Oh, dumplings.”

The bridge pier swallowed with a look of difficulty on its face.

As a Buddhist disciple, I shouldn't eat meat dumplings, but I was thinking about this.

The bridge pier nodded.

“I’ll be back soon.”

Danwoo Seong said.

“I’d like half vegetable dumplings and half meat dumplings, please.”

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The bridge descended Mount Guhwa with a sad expression on its face. Because it was in the lightness mode, its speed was incredibly fast. It was running an errand for that damn dumpling.

Suddenly, the bridge pier muttered.

"I'm sorry, Buddha. I'm on my way to buy some meat dumplings. I won't eat them, but please forgive me. I'll practice meditation later."

The monk stretched out like a whirlwind.

Just to buy dumplings······.