Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 114

Episode 114

Mad Horse, the Slayer's Escape

With a clang, the top of the iron door opened into a small rectangle. Through the open space at the top of the thick iron door, Cheonma called Gwangma.

“You crazy horse.”

A moment later, the eyes of a madman appeared beyond the hole. Despite his nickname, the eyes were incongruously small and clear, devoid of veins.

“Who is that? Your eyes look sharp.”

“It’s me. Wijicheon.”

BANG!

As soon as Gwangma heard the name Wijicheon, he slammed his head against the iron gate. Cheonma chuckled in disbelief.

“You crazy bastard.”

The madman asked in an unpleasant tone.

"What are you doing here? Did you get a job as a guard? You retard with the eyes. I remember one of your eyes was red, but why is it normal now? Have you gotten stronger?"

“You talk too much, now and then. Should I break you out of prison?”

In response to Cheonma's question, Gwangma narrowed his eyes and answered.

“What are you up to now? Is your little punk with you?”

"Why is the swordsman my lackey? And now that the swordsman is blind, you shouldn't say such things. He's become a sensitive man."

“Hehehehe, did the swordsman go blind?”

“I was beaten by my disciple.”

“What about the disciple?”

“Of course he died.”

The madman blinked.

"That's amazing. No, it couldn't have been that great. You must have used another scheme. You conniving bastard, even if I tore you to pieces, I wouldn't be satisfied. If you let me escape, I'll tear you to pieces first. Do you mind?"

Cheonma replied in a calm tone.

“You don’t have the ability to do that right now, so let’s postpone that for later.”

“Why? Why don’t I have the ability to do that?”

Cheonma said to Gwangma with a smile.

"I heard a rumor that you were caught after being beaten by a cat. I heard that the madman is always the one who embarrasses his classmates."

“Who said that? Did that pervert, Princess? You crazy bastard, it’s not a cat, it’s a tiger spirit. What do you know?”

"So, are you going to fight for revenge or not? If you get caught, you lose."

"You're not doing this because you want revenge on me, are you? Tell me what you want. If it suits you, I'll help you escape."

Cheonma answered immediately.

"What could I possibly wish for? I'm planning on killing some of my classmates. I'll even trample on the Princess."

The madman said.

“Open the door.”

At the words of the mad horse, the heavenly horse raised a long and thick iron pillar like a spear, drove it into the iron gate, and then injected its internal energy to rotate it, causing the lock blocking the iron gate to rise vertically.

Then, the mad horse pushed the rectangular iron gate with both hands. Even if the gate was opened, if one's internal energy or martial arts level was low, escape would be impossible. The heavy iron gate had to be pushed all the way through.

As the mad horse pushed the iron gate all the way open and came out, the heavenly horse took a step back and stood.

The mad horse's height was a head taller than the heavenly horse.

Almost twice the size.

His long, flowing hair was tinged with gray, as if it had been stained with dirt. He had originally turned white after learning the art of magic. Even without the art of magic, he possessed a grotesque and massive physique, possessing innate prowess that would have torn apart most skilled warriors with his bare hands.

Because of this, he was a man who didn't have any nicknames that suited him other than the nickname "Gwangma."

The madman looked at the heavenly horse for a moment and said.

“Wi Ji-cheon, you’ve gotten stronger.”

Cheonma replied with a gentle smile.

“Don’t mention it.”

The madman stared down the hallway for a moment.

The guards who occasionally watched over the prisoners while taking turns with the ones who gave them food were all dead.

The madman asked.

“Did you kill them all?”

“No way. I’ll just blame you for the murder anyway.”

The madman sniffed as if to say he didn't care about such things.

“By the way, where does that rat smell coming from…? And it smells like musty bandages. Are you carrying around an assassin?”

When Gwangma mentioned Usa, Cheonma responded.

“It’s my fault. You don’t have to worry about it.”

Cheonma thought Gwangma was a strange man. Even his disciple hadn't grasped the Usagi's art of stealth. He was more like a beast than a human. Consequently, his martial arts skills were vastly different from Cheonma's.

The madman spat on the floor and said:

"Anyway, you're doing all kinds of dirty things. You even raise little rats well. I should eat first."

Cheonma said.

“Run away right now.”

The madman replied with a hearty laugh.

"Why would I take orders from you? Wi Ji-cheon, you idiot. If this madman says he wants to eat, you should eat first. You're just saying you want to eat everything, but you still don't understand what's important. You idiot, you're so unlucky, even after seeing me for so long. You're the same old man. Hehehe…"

Cheonma chased after Gwangma while looking at his back while carrying his pack on his back.

“Mad Horse, then the princess or ambassadors might appear.”

“You’re playing. What time is it?”

“It must be midnight (11 p.m. to 1 a.m.).”

"The princess is frolicking with her concubines, and the ambassadors are still reading their books. No one should disturb these madmen's daily routine. Therefore, I will eat."

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The mad horse is eating his food with gusto.

On the other side, the black horse was grabbing his forehead. He looked at the mad horse with his blindfold removed, but then saw something strange, so he put the blindfold back on.

Anyway, he decided to break out of prison, but since he was eating in his own quarters, it was bound to be a problem for Geomma. Cheonma also seemed to have given up and was waiting for him to eat.

While eating, Gwangma looked at Ian, who was serving him.

“Geumma, is that the bitch you touched?”

As the black horse nodded, the mad horse spoke.

“Then I’m not interested.”

As the black horse let out a long sigh, the mad horse asked again.

“What’s with that blindfold? I heard you’re blind. Do blind people wear blindfolds like that?”

The swordsman poked his head out and answered in a subdued tone.

“Shut up and eat quickly.”

The madman spoke, holding out the empty air to Ian.

“Okay. Bring me more.”

"yes."

This time, Cheonma and Geomma sighed at the same time.

The madman said.

"The princess won't care about this commotion anyway. Grandmasters? Would they care about children fighting? This isn't some martial arts league. When the time comes, prisoners escape, they capture, they kill, and their comrades fight each other. This is Manmagung Palace, a place that's always been like that. It's where all the demons gather, so what etiquette are you talking about? You little punks."

The madman continued speaking while receiving the rice bowl.

"Yeonjaheun, you lost your eyes because you played with this charlatan. What will disappear next? Ah… Since you're immune to swords, nothing will disappear. After your eyes are gouged out, you'll just fall back. Isn't that right? Anyway, you two are a rare pair, and you're two idiots who play together. I wonder who will die first."

Cheonma asked.

“So who do you think will die first?”

The madman picked up the bowl of soup with one hand and poured all the soup and vegetables into his mouth.

The mad horse swallowed the vegetables with a gurgling sound and said.

"I don't know. Wi Ji-cheon, you're always sadistic about your own fate, and Yeon Ja-heun… You still have a lot of room for improvement. The way I see it, you'll both brag about how great you are and end up torn apart by the Three Gods. Just like your father, Wi Ji-cheon. That's the fate of you rich people. You live in the throes of self-importance and then die with your limbs torn apart. You poor bastards, be grateful to each other. You fucking bastards are sticking together as friends."

The black horse muttered at the mad horse's verbal abuse.

"You're a prophet, aren't you? You're a fortune teller. Why did you learn martial arts? You crazy bastard."

The madman chuckled.

"Guys, the thought of waiting until the Three Gods die is so annoying, right? That's why you're doing this nonsense, right? Fighting isn't all about internal energy. You mosquito-worthy bastards who covet other people's internal energy."

Cheonma replied in a calm tone.

“I really listened to what that idiot who was caught by the princess said.”

The mad horse looked at the heavenly horse.

"If you're confident, Dengshin, let's fight right here. Why aren't you saying anything? Aren't you embarrassed? Of course you are. You only take on fights where you have a certain chance of winning. You're the type to always hold off on fighting. In that respect, the blind man here is more manly."

The madman finished his meal and placed both of his huge hands on the table as he spoke.

“Cheonma, Geomma. You two children, listen carefully.”

When the madman suddenly spoke in a serious voice, not only Cheonma and Geomma, but even Ian stared at him intently. His voice was filled with the power to focus the entire room.

The madman said.

"It's been over twenty years since the Mado was defeated. If the Mado continues like this, the Manmagung might step forward themselves. Of course, when they appear outside, they'll abandon the Manmagung name and use some ridiculous name like the Demonic Cult or the Heavenly Demon Cult. A name is just a name. The problem is the Three Gods. Even if the Manmagung steps forward, those great masters will remain unmoved. So who will face the Three Gods… That's the question. In my opinion, the Manmagung Lord will personally take on one. It'll probably be the Sword God."

The madman continued speaking.

"The remaining one will be dealt with by that white cat. But the last one is the biggest problem. The fanatic, if he remains that way. Therefore, until a master who can deal with the fanatic appears, this is all just a game for the Manmagung Lord. That's why I, and you, don't care how much trouble you cause. Manmagung is waiting for that one person. Who will it be?"

The madman said as he got up from the table.

"I'm curious about that too. However, I have no intention of being played by the Manmagungju's amusements, so I'll be away for a while. I'll see you while you're still alive, you little brats. Hahaha…"

After Gwangma spoke seriously and left, Cheonma looked at Geomma and said.

“That serious crazy talk is still the same.”

The swordsman nodded.

“Wouldn’t it be nice to go crazy?”

Suddenly, the black horse took off his blindfold and looked at the mad horse walking away.

This time too, the mad horse looked strange.

In my memory, he was a giant with an overwhelming physique, but when I looked at him through my abyss, I saw a scholar dressed as a scholar walking by.

The frustrated swordsman asked Sibi Ian.

“What is Madman’s outfit like now? Is it like a civil servant’s attire?”

Sibi replied.

"no."

"then?"

“You’re just wearing some dirty clothes.”

"I get it."

Cheonma told the truth.

“It’s so dirty… You’re wearing rags that can’t even be used as a rag.”

Ian replied.

“That’s true.”

When Cheonma looked at Ian, Ian quickly lowered his head.

"sorry."

At this moment, a long scream echoed from the direction the madman was heading. The silence of the night was shattered, and the surroundings grew increasingly noisy.

It was the sound of a mad horse leaving Manmagung Palace.

In keeping with that, someone was blowing a long horn that was blown when something big happened.

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As soon as he left Manmagung Palace, Gwangma began stealing clothes from civilians. However, most of them didn't fit, so he stole money from peddlers and bought a robe that barely fit. Most people were so startled by Gwangma that they almost fainted upon seeing him that he continued to accumulate money without resorting to violence.

As soon as the travel funds were raised, the mad horse continued to head east.

I wasn't interested in whether they started the chase or whether the chase ended with Cheonma and Geomma killing their comrades.

This man was only interested in food and women.

Food and color.

If this is met, he is a fighting man.

Naturally, he was bound to cause trouble wherever he went.

After leaving Manmagung Palace and passing through Juksan, Banghyeong, and Yangyang, Gwangma headed east. As soon as he saw the Murim Alliance troops nearby, he went south for a while and then headed east again.

Here too, I moved while accumulating all kinds of sins.

They entered large and small breakwaters and committed massacres. Among them were Pyo-guk and Sang-dan, who belonged to the Geumsanghoe, so a report was later made to Dan Woo-seong, the head of the Geumsanghoe.

The mad horse was thinking of moving to far away places like Zhejiang or Fujian, but there was no particular reason.

I was thinking of seeing the sea that I had only heard about.

No one knows why a madman wants to see the sea.

I was just moving because I wanted to see the sea.

The devil's worry was the ambassadors.

These were the masters of Cheonma, Geomma, and Gwangma, and they were also the only ones Gwangma feared. The root of this fear stemmed from his inability to understand his masters. While Gwangma understood Cheonma and Geomma, and could read their thoughts, the masters felt that humans themselves were different. Therefore, Gwangma intended to train for a long time in a place without Manmagung or the Martial Arts Alliance.

Eating, sleeping, and killing.

After returning, the King of Fist, who had been staying at the top of the galaxy, returned south alone upon receiving the report from the Merchant Council. The perpetrators of the massacre were largely described in similar reports and by informants.

“We are heading east from Hubei.”

Danwoo Seong, who had gone south, also moved east, following the footsteps of Gwangma.