Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 110

Episode 110

King of Fists, Fighting the Black Sword

After hearing the brief introduction of the King of Kwon, only then did the Mukryongdang, Cheonguidang, and Jeonbirang understand the situation.

If you say King of Swords, isn't that the nickname used by the few kings of the Hundred Swords?

However, it was surprising that he was so young considering his nickname was King.

Ha Jeong-hak glared at Dan Woo-seong, then turned around and spoke briefly to his subordinates.

“Don’t come out.”

Only then did Ha Jeong-hak, the leader of the Housemaid, fully grasp the full extent of the situation. The senseless deaths of his subordinates seemed inevitable.

But deep down, I also felt fortunate.

The Kwon Wang Ha Jeong-hak knew was a contemporary of his, not a young man like this. Furthermore, the fearsome Kwon Wang had been so quiet recently that his nickname hadn't even been mentioned. The last word he received was that he had disappeared.

So the young man was thought to be the successor of the King of Fist.

Ha Jeong-hak turned around again and drew his sword.

As the white blade appeared before my eyes, I forgot about my hometown and my younger brother. My obsession with life, which had been so desperate, melted away as if it were melted by the pure white blade, and the heavy burden of being a leader that had weighed on my shoulders vanished.

After shaking off all the distracting thoughts, Ha Jeong-hak was able to smile comfortably.

“King, let’s begin.”

Danwoo Seong uncrossed his arms and spoke informally to the leader of the house.

“Let’s get started.”

Danwoo Sung approached Ha Jeonghak. With each step, the power of the Baekjeonshipdan Gong spread throughout his body, leveling up. It was a sight never seen before, even in the Mukryongdang. The power he hadn't displayed since meeting the Gwangsin, strengthened him, enveloped Danwoo Sung's entire being, and he found himself enveloped in a trance.

To Ha Jeong-hak, it seemed like the immovable King of Heaven was walking towards him, engulfed in a torrent of water.

It seemed that way even though Ha Jeong-hak himself had not risen to the position of the strongest in Namheukdo through mere tricks and schemes.

It's almost as if he's an opponent you wouldn't dare confront.

However, because I had previously calmed my mind like a clear mirror and still water, even the distracting thought of fear quickly disappeared.

'If you die fighting, that's all there is to it.'

Ha Jeong-hak, consumed by obsession, injected energy into his sword while making remarks he would not have made if he had a sense of reality.

“I have been chosen to kill the King of the Underworld.”

As soon as he thought about striking Dan Woo-seong, Ha Jeong-hak's sword was near his neck. Just when he thought his opponent had dodged, Ha Jeong-hak, too, abandoned his thoughts and swung his sword, tracking Dan Woo-seong's movements.

'counterattack.'

As if instinct was warning him, Ha Jeong-hak roughly thrust out his sword at the chief before he could even retrieve it.

The leader collided with the fist of the king.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

In the instant Ha Jeong-hak's face trembled like water, his body was already flying out of the Mukryongdang. Twisting his form mid-air, Ha Jeong-hak fell to the ground, extending his sword as if slamming it into the ground, injecting his energy.

The sound of the sword was wrapped around the blade.

Ha Jeong-hak shouted toward the inside of Mukryongdang.

“King of Fists!”

As Danwoo Seong burst out of the main gate, Ha Jeonghak drew the sword energy wrapped around his sword horizontally and erupted, catching up with his opponent's movements and fiercely pouring out his sword energy into the air.

The sword energy collided in all directions, creating a loud noise.

Ha Jeong-hak, convinced that fighting poorly would be more humiliating than dying, poured his energy into his efforts. He believed they weren't an effective opponent to begin with, and that protracted battles and exploiting weaknesses wouldn't be necessary. From the moment the King of Fists revealed his power, he was acutely aware that this was a fight between the weaker leader of the House Night Alliance and the powerful King of Fists.

Then, I have no choice but to fight like a hawk, just like I did in the old days.

The purpose of this fight was to not show his inferiority to his subordinates who had believed in him and followed him.

Wouldn't that be a way to save face in front of those you killed?

Ha Jeong-hak's expression was a mixture of boiling anger and a determination not to give up, and he looked like a warrior worthy of Dan Woo-seong's eyes.

The swordsmanship that Ha Jeong-hak learned.

I have no teacher and have never learned anything.

All those he had barely managed to kill were Ha Jeong-hak's true teachers.

It was named the Sword of Life and Death because it was fought over and over again until the moment when life was on the line.

As the fight continued······

Using the subtle stabbing techniques I'd mastered in my early twenties, I aimed for Danwoo's chest. Using the combination of Heocho and Silcho, which I'd mastered in my mid-twenties, I targeted Danwoo's legs and waist. After monopolizing the vast quantities of elixirs I'd acquired from raiding the black market, I used that internal energy to unleash a massive surge of sword energy.

The wall outside the Mukryongdang was torn apart as if struck by a giant whip.

All onlookers had no choice but to avoid the scene or climb up the wall to watch.

Ha Jeong-hak swung his sword after concentrating his sword energy into the peak of the sword as if he were a bad guy.

The tip of Ha Jeong-hak's sword, which he thought he would have no regrets living as a villain, was dyed with a turbid color that had never been named in this world.

Jiiiiiiiiing-

It was a color like dirty water, a muddy mess of various colors that was eventually discarded without even a name.

It was also the color Ha Jeong-hak acquired because he lived that way. Ha Jeong-hak is a man who lived like dirty water to survive.

He swung the sword to kill Danwoo Seong. The filthy liquid at the tip of the sword burned like a flame, emitting a black incense and leaving behind a smoke-like afterimage.

Chii-iik-

It was neither cool nor attractive.

The man who survived the Black Sword was trying his best not to die even at this moment, cutting and stabbing Danwoo-seong, and using the sword of life and death.

chin!

At one point, Danwoo-seong grabbed the sword with his bare hands······.

As soon as he twisted the sword to create a gap in his grip, Ha Jeong-hak's new form, which pulled out the sword while kicking the ground with his left foot, moved nine chapters in an instant.

In that split second, as the nine chapters were being pushed back, Danwoo Sung followed right before his eyes. Ha Jeonghak didn't even have time to grit his teeth.

He swung his sword while rotating the new form as if he were sitting down, then pulled out the scabbard with his left hand and used the weapon as if he were using a pair of swords.

This time, Danwoo Seong grabbed the scabbard with his bare hands······.

Ha Jeong-hak, who had given up on the scabbard, poured out his strength towards Dan Woo-seong's face, and at the same time, he repeatedly made short movements like stabbing a dagger, continuously releasing his sword energy in the form of stabs at close range.

Wedge! Wedge! Wedge!

When Ha Jeong-hak, who had barely managed to retrieve the fourth sword, turned his gaze to the air, he saw Dan Woo-seong flying through the air with his head upside down.

Ha Jeong-hak barely managed to tilt his head back.

Ha Jeong-hak soars into the air, his hair precariously held by the tips of his fluttering hair.

Danwoo Seong, who had landed on the ground, used his rotational force and evil power to throw Ha Jeonghak into the wall of Mukryongdang.

Ha Jeong-hak flew fiercely and hit the wall with his left hand.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

Ha Jeong-hak, who had been rolling roughly on the pile of stones waiting like a dagger on the remains of the collapsed wall, got up again in an instant, a mess.

Only then was time given to grit my teeth.

His hair was almost completely torn out, so it was naturally disheveled, like a beggar's. Before he could even catch his breath, the King of Fists was standing on the wall, looking down at him.

Ha Jeong-hak looked up at the king.

Was it because he was stronger than me? Or was it because, comically, I was standing on the wall? It felt like a truly enormous giant was looking down on me.

Ha Jeong-hak read the expression on Kwon Wang's face.

He was looking at himself as if he was making fun of himself. Ha Jeong-hak spat out the words in a voice that was as if he was gritting his teeth.

"King of Fists, don't you fight properly? Your skills are probably not up to this level."

As Danwoo-seong laughed silently, Ha Jeong-hak said.

“Come here, you crazy white bastard.”

Ha Jeong-hak grinned, baring his teeth, and swung his sword first. With one swing, the wall split open, and with the second, he unleashed a horizontal blast of sword energy, sending everyone nearby soaring into the air.

Danwoo Seong, who had been rising into the air together, exposed his vulnerability in a defenseless state and unleashed his energy towards Ha Jeonghak.

A huge palm covered Ha Jeong-hak.

Ha Jeong-hak laid his sword horizontally, then coiled his sword energy around it, and simultaneously struck the blade with the tension of his left hand. It was a quick response. Only then could he stop the King of Fist's surging force.

Kwaaaaang!

Ha Jeong-hak, his entire body engulfed in a surge of brain energy, moved horizontally across the inner courtyard of Mukryongdang. His face distorted by the surge of brain energy, he unleashed a wave of energy throughout his body, kicking off the wall and soaring onto the roof of Mukryongdang.

The King of Fists was chasing him so closely that he was starting to feel sick and tired of it.

Ha Jeong-hak leaped into the air, seemingly destroying the roof of Mukryongdang. Ha Jeong-hak's new form flew towards the low-hanging moon.

This gave me some consolation that I had fought well.

I thought that if my younger sibling had seen it, he would have told me that I had worked hard.

Ha Jeong-hak's new form rotated as if it were taking hold in the air, and then he prepared to use the Seongmyeongjeolgi and Chamwolhaganggi (慘月下降氣) that would split the previous leader in half, while holding the hilt of his sword with both hands.

True Moon Falling, meaning "merciless moonlight pours down." At first glance, it's a skill of unparalleled brilliance. As soon as Ha Jeong-hak spotted the new form of the Fist King standing on the roof, he swung his sword with both hands, seemingly without a second thought.

A huge crescent-shaped sword energy, seemingly ripped from the sword, poured down on the king.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Ha Jeong-hak looked at his own sword as it fell, its black robe fluttering in the air. It was a sword with a far more magnificent appearance than anything he had ever wielded in his life.

The Fist King stretched out a hand toward the massive sword energy surging toward him. His hand appeared to grasp the air. The grasping hand, enveloped in a white aura, suddenly grew in size. Upon colliding with the massive sword energy surging through the air, it transformed into a fist, as if crushing it.

The huge sword energy was torn apart by the fist of the Fist King and then disappeared.

As soon as Ha Jeong-hak saw the results, he burst into laughter in the air and fell to the ground.

“Hahahahahahahahaha······.”

I felt refreshed.

He fell into the world of ignorance, realizing that it was far more distant than he had ever known.

As soon as Ha Jeong-hak's new form hit the ground, a stream of dark red blood spewed out from its mouth.

Ha Jeong-hak had a dream where he was running furiously somewhere, as if he were wandering in a dream, losing consciousness. It was both a dream and a forgotten memory.

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While Ha Jeong-hak was running like crazy, his younger brother who was on his back asked.

“Brother, where are you going?”

Ha Jeong-hak answered.

"I don't know. Let's just run away. There's bound to be a place where our brothers can live properly."

My brother replied.

“Let me down. I’ll run too.”

Ha Jeong-hak said.

"You can't be slow. You have to go fast. Otherwise, you'll get caught."

Ha Jeong-hak ran furiously, putting strength into his trembling legs, even though the weight of his younger brother on his back was getting heavier.

I just ran into the darkness.

I had no choice but to stay in a bright place because I would be discovered and die.

He planned to hide in the pitch-black darkness for a while, then return one day to kill all those who had treated his brothers as slaves.

Dreaming of revenge, Ha Jeong-hak's heart, as he ran, was dyed as pitch-black as the surrounding scenery. Suddenly, when his younger brother remained silent, Ha Jeong-hak felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, wondering if he was dead.

“Minah?”

Ha-min, who was being carried on his back, answered.

"why?"

"no."

“Brother, aren’t you tired?”

Ha Jeong-hak responded calmly, as expected of an older brother.

“It’s okay. Not yet… I’m still a long way from getting tired.”

As the brothers headed into the darkness, the watching darkness embraced these lost brothers.

The brothers seeped into the darkness.