Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 115

Episode 115

King of the Forces, Pursue

Thirteenth day of tracking.

Danwoo Seong sat in a corner of the guesthouse, studying a map. The map marked the locations where someone had been attacked, and drawing a line between those marks clearly showed the killer's direction of movement: east.

Danwoo Seong's appearance while examining the map was rougher than usual.

Because he had left his Baekyak at the top of the galaxy, he hadn't deliberately groomed himself. His beard wasn't particularly thick, but it was dark under his nose and chin, and his hair had been long since, giving him the appearance of a ronin.

Come into the inn only when you're hungry and fill your stomach.

The rest of the time I spent walking, running, and exploring.

But simply heading east in this vast Central Plains wasn't an easy task. There was no telling whether the enemy might be climbing the mountains or hiding in the bustling city.

Therefore, Danwoo-seong drew a straight line on the map and was traveling eastward without deviating too much from that line.

At first I was riding in the mountains, but now I was looking mainly at the downtown area.

The next page of the map contained a portrait of the man who had attacked the flagpole.

The initial impressions of the men who arrived were of large builds with disheveled hair. However, the impressions sent by the attacked merchants showed a different figure, with a more refined hairstyle and a more refined attire. The enemy was constantly changing his attire and appearance as he moved.

But because of its overwhelming size, I thought I would be able to recognize it immediately once I found it.

Eighteenth day of tracking.

Danwooseong's day and night were now reversed. He would briefly close his eyes during the day and then travel mostly at night.

The chase wasn't a race for speed.

Because Danwoosung might have passed further east. Instead, he moved from city to city, carefully observing his surroundings.

Danwoo Seong was at a crossroads in Hubei and was torn between going to Anhui or Jiangxi, but he had no choice but to choose Anhui.

Because, looking at the map, if you draw a line east from where the incident occurred, you will end up at Guhwasan Mountain, where my friends and youngest son were staying.

Although tracking was an important task, it was done in the form of protecting the volcano.

In that sense, Danwoo-seong really had the appearance of moving like a guardian deity at the top of the galaxy.

Some of the Murim Alliance's tracking units, having received a call from Danwoo Seong, were also moving south, and the Emperor's Association, having received a call from the Murim Alliance, was also moving to block the movement of the murderer, spreading out to the north and south.

But from a certain point on, there was no news of the murderer appearing anywhere or of him attacking the sect.

Twenty-third day of tracking.

Danwoo Seong thought about himself as a murderer.

Because various circumstances suggested that Guhwasan Mountain hadn't been crossed, Danwoo Seong also returned the way he'd come, continuing his pursuit. A search of the surrounding sects and merchants yielded no reports of the troublemakers moving about.

Danwoo Sung suddenly realized that for the time being, there was no reason to attack the upper class or the flagpole until the killer ran out of money. As he moved along, he pondered why he might need the money, and the absurd thought occurred to him: perhaps his opponent was a gourmet.

When I thought of him as a gourmet, I expected that he would also have some contact with women.

Somehow, I felt like he was a murderer who was true to his instincts.

It was around this time that I started to think that something really crazy was going on.

'Did they intentionally stop in the Anhui region while fleeing?'

The most influential force in all of Anhui is the Nanggong family.

The atmosphere of the Namgung family's funeral continued because the disciple had died.

If the opponent was strong, the Anhui region, where the disciple had disappeared, would feel relieved.

Therefore, upon entering Anhui's Akso region, Danwu City again slowed down. Instead, he entered the bustling area, asking if there were any famous kilou nearby.

That day, I had a feeling I wouldn't move any further.

I sat down at a tavern, ordered some drinks and snacks alone, and started drinking early in the evening while looking out at the street.

At first, it felt like looking for a needle in a haystack, but as I learned more about the psychological state of the perpetrator of the massacre while tracking him, I felt less anxious about finding him.

Danwoo Seong, who was walking around drinking a drink or two at a few inns, entered the streets of Bulya Castle, which he had never been to before.

It was truly a splendid street.

On the street, there were street vendors talking to drunk customers and guiding them to the bar. One of them approached Danwoo Seong and asked him a question.

“Where would you like to go for a drink? Should I show you around?”

Even though Danwoo-seong shook his head, the man persisted.

"Our store has the most beautiful children in the area. I especially······."

Danwoo Seong replied as he entered the guest room.

“Get out of here.”

The man glared at Dan Woo-seong with a sour expression, then turned around and walked away while muttering something so Dan Woo-seong could hear.

“You talk like shit.”

When Danwoo-seong looked back, the man quickly turned around and ran away at a fast pace.

Danwoo Sung ordered a drink for Jeomsoi and then stared blankly at the man walking away.

There was no need to beat up a guy like that while chasing him.

At that moment, a man soliciting customers was walking down the street grumbling and bumped into a man coming from the opposite direction.

The man trying to sell the customers immediately started swearing.

“Oh, shit······.”

The man's whole body froze as soon as he looked at the giant's face.

puck!

The man trying to sell the goods was hit in the face and flew through the air into the guest room on the left, where he rolled around on the floor, smashing tables and chairs.

Danwoo Seong also looked at the giant who had blown away the man who was trying to solicit customers.

As the giant walked towards Danwoo Seong, people in the inn were chatting.

“Are you dead?”

“Are you fainting? Hey!”

When he heard that he was dead, the giant laughed as if it was absurd.

“They’re weak. They’re like little idiots.”

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As soon as Gwangma entered Anhui, his mind was truly at ease.

With his master dead, he believed no master in Anhui would stand in his way. He hadn't even considered the other masters of the Imperial Council.

Moreover, since Anhui was the stronghold of the Imperial Council, I was pleased that Yu Jeong-hong's martial arts alliance was out of sight. Leaving the region where Yu Jeong-hong's fame and commanding power shined, I couldn't have felt more at ease.

Without a disciple, I could run wild in Anhui and then head to the sea. If that got me excited, I could fight the entire Imperial Society to the death.

As Gwangma walked towards him with a smile on his face, his eyes met with those of a young man looking at him from the edge of the inn.

Of course it was Danwoo Sung.

'I finally found it.'

Just as Jeomsoi was placing the drink on Danwoosung's table, Gwangma arrived naturally, grabbed Danwoosung's drink in his hand, and poured it into his mouth while standing.

After a series of gulp, gulp sounds, the mad horse put down the bottle with a bang and smiled at Danwoo Sung.

Danwoo Sung also smiled faintly at the sight.

When Danwoo-seong showed no fear at all, the interested madman spoke.

“The alcohol here is weak. Isn’t it?”

The mad horse was about to pass by, but stopped and looked around at Danwoo Sung's expression as if it was curious.

“You are a fearless man.”

If you have your drink taken away, you should make a face of resentment.

If he had seen himself, he would have naturally made a scared expression, but even when he stole the alcohol, he had no expression, and even when he was glaring at him, his expression was truly calm.

The madman asked.

“Aren’t you going to ask?”

Danwoo Seong looked at Gwangma and replied.

“You have to try it to know. You drank it all, didn’t you?”

"under······!"

Danwoo-seong gestured to Jeomso-i, indicating that he wanted another bottle. Gwangma, intrigued by the young man's poise, sat down across from him.

A madman recognizes a madman.

The strong recognize the strong.

Because of this, the mad horse could not leave right away.

It can be said that the person you are meant to meet is someone you will meet in the world of martial arts.

It wasn't particularly surprising from Danwoo Seong's perspective either.

Because it was something that could have been discovered in a day or two, and it was also something that could have been met in twenty days or so.

Moreover, since it was a pursuit of the King of Power, it was natural that they would meet like this.

Danwoo Seong was certain that the man in front of him was a murderer.

And it was magic.

However, it was impossible to determine whether he was the one leading the force or whether he had other colleagues or subordinates nearby.

When Jeomsoi brought the alcohol again, Gwangma snatched it with his large hand and drank it again alone.

bang!

The mad horse looked at Danwoo and trimmed his hair.

“Ugh·········.”

The smell of alcohol mixed with the bad breath was so strong that Danwoo-seong waved his hand towards the stench that was coming.

The mad horse, seeing that sight, let out a long, low laugh and asked.

“Aesongi, are you a member of the Imperial Society?”

Danwoo-seong nodded.

“It’s the Emperor’s Council.”

"where."

Danwoo Seong ordered another drink from Jeomsoi and then replied.

“Where is it? Namgung Segaji.”

The madman nodded.

“Ah, then you must be the disciple’s grandson.”

Because of Danwoosung's presence, it seemed they had assumed he was the master's grandson. Danwoosung shook his head.

“No, he is the last of the Namgung family.”

The madman said with a smile.

"No way. You're the kind of guy who lies so shamelessly. Anyway, your apprentice was killed by my friend."

Gwangma was a man who would say whatever he wanted to say. Danwoo-seong frowned at the news that his friend had killed his disciple.

'friend?'

When Danwoo Seong's expression, which had been calm, changed, Gwangma burst into laughter.

“Hahahahaha······. What a funny guy.”

Danwoo Seong asked.

“Are you talking about the sword?”

This time, the madman's expression changed completely.

“Huh? You’re a strange guy. How did you know?”

Danwoo-seong said while looking around.

“Are you nearby?”

“Well, maybe, maybe not.”

Danwoo-seong rested his chin on one hand and calmly observed the madman's eyes, face, and prayers.

He wasn't usually a crazy man.

He wasn't a lunatic skilled in schemes or schemes, but rather a man with a somewhat instinctive nature. Meanwhile, I assessed whether there was any information I could obtain by torturing him. I also considered whether I should extract the information I wanted through torture or through simple conversation before speaking.

Danwoo Seong asked.

“I want to kill the swordsman, can you tell me how?”

Danwoo's judgment was a direct demand. Because he considered him a man prone to frank conversation, the king immediately forgot how to use his brain to communicate.

The madman replied.

“The reason is.”

“Why? Revenge.”

The madman nodded.

"It seems he's under Namgung's command. Good, a man trying to kill Geomma… He's got a lot of guts. But Geomma is hard to kill."

The conversation was successful.

Danwoo Seong asked briefly.

“Why?”

“You don’t know, so you’re asking.”

“I can’t help but not know.”

When Jeomsoi, still very frightened, brought back the bottle and put it down, Gwangma reached out again and grabbed the bottle as if it were nothing.

But this time, the bottle of alcohol was in Danwoo-seong's hand.

It was absurd that Gwangma didn't display his martial arts skills, but Danwoosung's hands were so fast that he missed.

Danwoo Seong looked at Gwangma and asked while pouring a glass of alcohol and drinking it.

"Don't you ask? Why is it so hard to kill the swordsman? Is it because of the guy next to him?"

The expression on the mad horse's face was truly something to behold.

And then I found myself saying things I shouldn't have said.

“So you’re not from the Namgung family? Are you from the Manmagung family?”

Danwoo-seong looked at the mad horse.

'Manmagung…'

Now it was going to be a name I would never forget for the rest of my life.