Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 100

< The King of Fists Headed to the Black Road >

Cheonma Wijicheon did not even look at the human princess, but only stared at the white cat.

"Your Majesty, the white cat you carry around seems to have a very long lifespan. It's been a while since I've seen it, but it still looks the same."

Cheonma said as he slowly approached.

"It seems like she doesn't age. She doesn't gain or lose weight. Her eyes are filled with fervor, and she doesn't even cry unnecessarily. It's impressive how she just quietly watches people from the Princess's embrace. She doesn't have any animalistic qualities."

People were not human, and animals were not animal-like. As the Heavenly Horse approached, the Princess swallowed her saliva and then responded.

“Don’t come near the above house. You might get bitten by the white cat.”

"ah······."

How could a master as skilled as Cheonma be bitten by a cat? Cheonma, his expression absurd, reached the princess and gazed into the cat's eyes. The cat's eyes, visible through its pure white fur, were truly beautiful.

Cheonma asked Baekmyo.

“Baekmyo, do you recognize me? You must have seen me a few times.”

As the princess held onto the white cat with both hands as if she would not let the treasure be taken away, Cheonma asked.

“Can I hug you just once? Are you picky about people?”

The princess looked at the heavenly horse and said.

“That won’t work.”

“Are you saying I can’t even hold a cat?”

When Cheonma unknowingly spoke informally to her, the princess responded by putting some distance between herself and him.

“If it can’t be done, then it can’t be done.”

As the princess walked away, Cheonma folded his arms and became lost in thought.

'I thought it was a pet, but it turned out to be a spirit.'

Looking at the way the Princess of Manmagung was being pampered, it was one of two things.

Either a spirit or a demon.

Whichever the case, one thing was certain: the Princess's escort was none other than Baek Myo. I figured Baek Myo was the reason the Princess could wander alone within the Manmagung Palace, a place teeming with lunatics.

Cheonma thought as he walked.

"Is this what father is? He even takes care of the guardian spirits. He's quite warm."

Anyway, I figured I had one more thing to steal from Manmagung. If it was a spirit, that was fine, but it didn't matter if it wasn't.

The cat was pretty, so I thought I'd steal it.

The princess wasn't particularly interested.

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“Brother, should I help you with Heukdo?”

Danwoo Sung answered Baekyak's question as he left the conference room and headed to his lodgings.

"If the magician uses a spell that absorbs internal energy, I have no choice but to help. The aftereffects will be borne entirely by Baekdo and the powerless."

“Isn’t it true that black is black?”

“That’s true.”

Danwoo Sung explained as he walked.

"The Black Way is split in half. There's the Black Way, which inherited Jin So-han's spiritual side, and those who simply imitate the actions of So-han Gong, like the Black Way Unification. So, broadly speaking, there's the West Black Way (西黑道) and the South Black Way (南黑道). The South Black Way tends to be more brutal and reckless. The West Black Way tends to maintain a reasonable balance. The two major factions continued for a long time under the name of Hyeonwolmaeng, but when the South Black Way split, the Black Way stopped using the name Hyeonwolmaeng, citing it as a disservice to So-han Gong's reputation. It became a symbolic name that could only be used if someone achieved the Black Way Unification (黑道一統)."

“Is the power big?”

"There are large ones, and small ones. In Seoheukdo, the largest is the Banwolhoe (半月會), which means "Half-Moon Society," referring to the island being split in half. In Namheukdo, the forces have frequently changed their names during their many conflicts with the Murim Alliance. I don't know what the largest force is called now. I think it's the Jipyamaeng (輯夜盟). In any case, they say it was an organization formed by nights, so I'm guessing that's correct."

“Do you interact with each other?”

"Well, they're probably killing each other. That's why the Murim Alliance and Black Swordsmen must have excluded them from their priority list."

Baekyak responded according to her nature.

“Then, I guess killing all the night blind people would be a good idea.”

It was a frightening statement coming from a woman, but Dan Woo-seong responded without showing any sign of surprise.

“That would be a way too.”

If you kill him, the magic won't be able to absorb him.

However, it was not possible to immediately frame them for a crime that did not exist and then wipe them out. After being defeated by the Murim Alliance, they had been more cautious in their activities.

Baekyak asked.

“If you were a magician, which force would you attack first?”

“I’ll also hit the house blind first.”

"why?"

"From the magician's perspective, yes. If it's Jin So-han, he'll still be a scholar. He'll think of it as a surprise. He'll postpone it because, like you, a descendant of Jin So-han could suddenly appear and shake things up. However, the likelihood of that actually happening is slim. A true master is already in Baekdo."

“Where are you?”

“Volcano faction.”

"ah······!"

"A prestigious family that has produced generations of swordsmen. At its peak, it was the Hwasan Jeilgeom (劍聖) family, Jin Shiyue, who was Jin Sohan's younger brother. He challenged his older brother throughout his life. Despite this, they remained close friends. Jin Shiyue claimed that it was thanks to his older brother that he became the Hwasan Jeilgeom, so he must have learned a lot from him as well. Therefore, the Hwasan faction must have absorbed the most of Jin Sohan's unique martial arts. Even within the Hwasan faction, they were known as the Sword Saint Jin Ga (劍聖眞家), and so they had a significant influence on the martial arts world."

"That prestigious title was surpassed by the three senior gods of the time? The hierarchy is the same as the three gods and one star."

“To borrow Senior Gwangsin’s words, it must be because of the individual stories of each of the Seniors of Samshin.”

“Oh, you say so? You say you became stronger because of the story.”

When Baekyak understood immediately, Danwooseong couldn't help but be surprised.

“Yeah. How did you understand right away?”

"Because I did. It was because of the concessions and sacrifices of the previous heads of the family. Those sacrifices, in turn, are the story."

Danwoo-seong nodded.

Of course, the story wasn't easy for Dan Woo-seong either. It was a story he couldn't tell anyone.

Danwoo Seong said.

"Let's check out the Murim Alliance a bit more, and if there's nothing else going on, let's head to Heukdo. The Murim Alliance has its own responsibilities, and we're not affiliated with it. It'd be best to move separately. For example, maybe clean up Heukdo…"

Danwoo Seong and Baekyak exchanged words.

“Or freeze it.”

“Or break it.”

“Or tear it.”

“Or smash it to pieces.”

Cheol Myeong-ho, who was practicing the Samjae Sword Technique alone in front of the lodging, clicked his tongue after hearing the last conversation between the two.

“Oh my, this is crazy······.”

If only Danwoo Sung was here, he would have cursed at me to the end, but even Cheolmyeongho couldn't bring himself to curse them as 'crazy bastards' in front of Baekyak.

“Why do you keep freezing, breaking, tearing, and destroying everything?”

Before Danwoo-seong and Baekyak parted ways to their respective quarters, let's hold hands······.

Cheol Myeong-ho aimed his iron umbrella at the two people.

“Hey, let go of that hand. How dare a man and a woman hold hands and act like that in the sacred martial arts world?”

Cheol Myeong-ho watched Baek-yak's expression, and when she burst into laughter, he cleared his throat.

"hmm······."

After spitting out the harsh words, I felt a little scared. For some reason, I was more afraid of Baekyak than of my friend.

Cheol Myeong-ho said to Dan Woo-seong.

"What did the winners say? Tell me. I'm curious. Hey! Who am I talking to?"

After the two people broke up and disappeared, Cheol Myeong-ho was left alone again.

Cheol Myeong-ho tilted his head and said.

“Oh, things keep going like this.”

Cheol Myeong-ho looked around at the empty surroundings, raised both hands toward the sky, and shouted.

“I’m lonely!”

Anyway, Cheolmyeongho was lonely. He thought there was no one around, but a patrolling Baekryongdae unmanned unit ran up to him, looked around with a surprised expression, and asked.

“What? Did you scream?”

"yes."

“No, who in the world would be shouting so loudly at this hour?”

Cheol Myeong-ho said, lowering his head.

“Oh, I’m so lonely. I’m sorry. You must have worked hard.”

The Baekryongdae warrior muttered with an angry expression as he walked away.

"No, no matter how lonely you are, it's not like that. A noise in the middle of the night… Just… Are you conscious or not? I'm startled. Who isn't lonely?"

At that moment, the window opened wide and the fanatic stuck his head out.

“Myungho.”

“Oh, yes! Big brother.”

"Hey, go to the cafeteria or supply warehouse over there and get some jerky for the special forces guys. It's delicious. The cafeteria is over there."

Cheol Myeong-ho responded by taking the lottery ticket.

“I obey your orders.”

Gwangsin watched the iron dragon galloping furiously like a messenger, then gazed into the surrounding darkness. As soon as the iron dragon vanished, silence fell. After confirming that nothing was amiss, Gwangsin rejoined the tranquility.

The fanatic tilted his head.

I had already heard the entire conversation.

“Black Dora······.”

Gwangsin believed that no force was as good at striking as the Black Sword. However, as the leader of the White Sword, it wasn't something he should be doing. Gwangsin, who had a clear understanding of Danwoo's strength, wasn't particularly worried. He simply envied his youth.

So, Gwangsin planned to stay in the Murim Alliance for a while and then meet with the other Samshins.

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Baek Han-gyeong of the Murim Alliance, who was meeting Dan Woo-seong after a long time, blinked with a surprised expression and said.

"I'll make the request. How much information can I give you?"

"I'd appreciate it if you could give me everything I have. I understand that the Black Sword information is shared with other sects anyway."

Baek Han-kyung nodded.

“But why do you need information?”

Danwoo Sung hit his own palm with his fist. Baek Han-kyung burst out laughing, as if he was going to hit her.

"Hahaha… Ah, in that case, I'll gather even more information for you. For your convenience, I'll provide you with a map, a list of names, the characteristics of the factions, the list of public enemies, the plan of action we devised to attack Yongmo-pagi and Heukdo, and if necessary, I'll even request funds and support personnel."

Danwoo-seong shook his head.

“The number of people is fine. Anyway, I hope you can convey this to the leader.”

“You’ll receive the report anyway.”

From the Murim Alliance's perspective, this was truly welcome news. While the Murim Alliance's members were actively searching for the Dark Sword, a powerful master shaking up the Black Sword might have been a somewhat selfish thought, but it was completely unfavorable to the Murim Alliance. However, the only concern was Danwoosung's power.

Baek Han-kyung asked, thinking that he should step forward.

“By the way, can you handle the black sword alone? I, Baek Han-gyeong, will help you.”

Danwoo Seong said this on purpose.

"It's time to find the magician, so I don't want to ask for help. And honestly, I think I'll be fine going alone, but I'll be accompanied by a truly formidable female swordsman, so I'll accept your offer of help."

Danwoo Sung believed that with Baekyak, the two of them could lay waste to the entire Black Island. First of all, Danwoo Sung's skill level had significantly improved from what he had demonstrated during the Yongbongdaeyeon.

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When Danwoo-seong announced his intention to head to Heukdo, half a day later, the leader of the Yu Jeong-hong faction arrived at the inn with his men. Meanwhile, the members of the faction handed Danwoo-seong the materials prepared by the military council.

The leader of the Yu Jeong-hong group spoke from the place where he was sitting with Dan Woo-seong, Cheol Myeong-ho, and Baek Yak.

Surprisingly, the leader of the Yoo Jeong-hong group called Cheol Myeong-ho first.

“Myungho, don’t go.”

Cheol Myeong-ho replied.

“Yes, my senior said I can’t do it.”

Of course, my senior was a fanatic. I'd heard that Heukdo was a place where someone like you would die a dog's death.

Yoo Jeong-hong put both hands on the table and looked at Dan Woo-seong and Baekyak.

“Juniors, let’s hold hands.”

Danwoo Sung and Baekyak reached out and grabbed the leader's rough, rough hands. Yu Jeonghong didn't try to test their skills by pumping in his internal energy or anything like that. He simply wanted to hold the hands of his juniors.

Yoo Jeong-hong said.

"Actually, I want to go too. Being tied to an organization has its advantages, but it also has its drawbacks. Even now, I want to go to Heukdo with a sword in hand and do whatever I want. No matter what happens, I'll come back safely and see you later."

"All right."

"yes."

"If something big happens, don't try to force a solution. Contact the Murim Alliance at any time. There are many ways to contact them. I also occasionally hear news from Haomun."

Yoo Jeong-hong lightly tapped the hands of both people and then took his hand away.

"I'll dispatch the members to the upper reaches of the galaxy. Is this okay?"

Danwoo-seong bowed his head slightly.

“Thank you, my lord.”

Yoo Jeong-hong imagined Danwoo-seong and Baekyak meeting Heukdo. Yoo Jeong-hong was fully aware that their skills had improved since the Yongbong Daeyeon.

Yoo Jeong-hong said with a smile.

“Black Sword is going to have a hard time.”

Yu Jeong-hong was truly grateful to the two men for allowing him to prepare for the Demonic Clan while maintaining the full power of the Murim Alliance and Baekdo.

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So, the King of Power headed towards Heukdo.

<The King of Fists Headed to the Black Road> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung