Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 116

Episode 116

Called the King of Power, the Demon of Power

Gwangma looked up and down at Danwoosung and said that it couldn't be Manmagung.

"No way. The next generation wouldn't be roaming the world of martial arts already. My senior certainly wouldn't be."

When Gwangma looked confused, Danwoo Seong answered in a light tone as if joking.

“Why do you think not?”

Gwangma stared at Danwoo-seong like a man sitting in a gambling house, debating whether or not to raise the final bet.

Then he shook his head again.

"No. That can't be. You're not from Manmagung."

Danwoo Sung neither confirmed nor denied it.

Instead, the words "Manmagung," "Kisu," and "Sunbaenim" rang in Danwooseong's ears. It was good information.

'Could it be that the swordsman is from Manmagung and is the same rider as this guy?'

Since he called the swordsman his friend, it was possible.

Moreover, the name of the organization, Manma (萬魔), was one that could not be ignored, and I thought that it was a name that gave off the feeling that it was a place that produced evil spirits.

The mad horse said while glaring at Danwoo-seong.

"Well, your identity doesn't really matter anyway. Do you know why?"

Danwoo Seong replied while drinking his drink.

“I know.”

“Shall we listen?”

“That’s because they’re thinking of killing each other.”

“Click click······.”

Danwoo-seong looked at Gwangma. After all, the reason this man was talking about Manmagung and his friend to Danwoo-seong was simple: he intended to kill him.

Danwoo Seong said this while holding out a bottle of alcohol as if asking for a drink.

"By the way, you're a junior who doesn't know how to lead. Take it. And don't be so brazen about stealing other people's drinks. You're not even paying."

The madman burst into laughter and held out his glass. With a slosh, the wine spilled.

Danwoo Sung also poured himself a drink. The two drank without taking their eyes off each other.

The madman said.

“Then, should we just have the loser confess the whole truth?”

“That’s good. Because being weak is a sin.”

Danwoo-seong nodded as if to say, "Let's do that," and then poured another drink and spoke.

“Drink it. You’ll get thirsty after getting beaten up.”

“Hahahahahaha······!”

Danwoo-seong gently scratched the mad horse's pride.

"One of us is going to die anyway. Let's reveal our identities to each other."

“It’s a madman.”

Danwoo Sung responded immediately as if he was receiving a response.

“It’s a fist demon.”

The madman's mouth was round.

"oh······."

There was no nickname for the riders. It was still unclear whether they were juniors or seniors.

Danwoo Seong said with a smile.

“Gwangma, were you perhaps running away from Manmagung?”

The madman also laughed.

"How could that be? And yet, a brat like this is a Kwon Ma… A demon? You? Even a dog would laugh. You rascal. You kowtowed to a survivor from the Manmagung Palace a few times, learned a few martial arts moves, and then you earned the nickname 'Demon' on your own. You little brat. Where's your master? I'll tear that bastard to pieces first."

At this moment, a group of angry men swarmed the market because the man who had been touting had been killed in a single blow. They were, of course, the warriors of the Giru clan to which the tout belonged. About twenty men, swords in hand, rushed forward, and someone pointed at the mad horse and spoke.

“It’s that guy.”

As about twenty people lined up with their swords drawn, the mad horse turned his head and smiled at the people who had emerged from the tower.

“Those fucking idiots······.”

The twenty or so people all stood speechless for a moment upon seeing the mad horse's face, aura, and size. Even in their eyes, he appeared to be a master who should never be attacked.

Those who came here snarling as if they were going to cut off my neck right away just sat still······.

The madman gestured.

“Why are you stopping here? Come.”

Then, Danwoo Seong spoke briefly to the crowd that had gathered.

"good."

These people were in a psychological state where they would rather be told to get out than to rush in.

At Danwoo's words, Giru's warriors fled as if their spell had been lifted. They, too, lived off the sword, and this time, they felt that running away was the right answer.

There was no way the mad horse would let him go so nicely.

“Click click······.”

I was planning to throw a bottle of liquor, hit one person, and then kill the others nearby with the fragments of the bottle.

The madman watched the runaways and grabbed the bottle of wine.

But I couldn't lift the bottle.

When Gwangma turned around, Danwoo-seong was holding down the bottle of alcohol with two fingers.

The madman's gaze moved from the bottle of alcohol to Danwoo-seong's face.

Danwoo Seong said.

"Why are you showing off your strength against such weaklings? Is that magic? It's a magic that's as good as your own."

As Gwangma took his hand off the bottle, Danwoo Sung also took his finger away.

Perhaps it was because of the internal energy the two had injected in an instant. The bottle crumbled to dust on the table like sand flowing down from the aftereffects of the internal energy.

When the madman tapped the table with his hand, powders rose into the air.

The mad horse curled its mouth into a circle and exhaled a breath as if spewing out a dark energy, while at the same time, Danwoo-seong waved his hand in the air.

Then, the fragments of debris were pushed towards Danwoosung, then all of a sudden changed direction and landed on the ceiling with a thud thud thud sound.

Even the madman was secretly surprised when not a single piece of debris fell back to the ground.

The madness has arisen.

“Kwonma, would you rather die here or go to a quiet place?”

Danwoo-sung read Gwangma's expression. It was a stubborn expression, as if he would do the opposite if Danwoo-sung answered. He spoke as if he were gambling, not wanting to kill innocent people.

“You’re going to a quiet place and then you run away again?”

"How could that be, you little brat. Let's go somewhere wide open. This old man's third favorite thing is fighting."

As the mad horse set out, seemingly ready to move obediently, Danwoo-seong looked at the innkeeper's gaze. He was imitating the unplanned Kwonma, and it was impossible to calculate.

After drinking the free drinks, I followed the mad horse.

Because the atmosphere was so tense from the start, no one could say anything.

Only then did the waiter come out with a rag in his hand, stare blankly at the moving horse and horse, and then swore while clearing the table.

“광마, 권마, 씹새끼들. 돈도 없는 그지 새끼들. 분위기는 있는 대로 다 잡으면서 계산도 안하고 가는 개새끼들. 좆같은 새끼들······. 광권마, 병신 새끼들. 별호도 병신 같은 것들이. 술값도 못내는 새끼들이, 서로 죽일 생각을 하고 있기 때문이지······ 어이구, 지랄한다. 지랄해. 장비랑 여포 만나서 경극 찍는 줄 알았네.”

I thought he was going to fight, but the mad horse stopped a long way away. His ears were sharp, so he heard every word of Jeomsoi's swearing.

The madman said as he turned back.

“Wait, I’ll kill you and come back.”

As the mad horse brushed past Danwoo-seong, Danwoo-seong spun around and struck the mad horse's head with a precise mid-air pivot. Startled, the mad horse blocked Danwoo-seong's foot with his left hand, then with a thud, his massive body flew horizontally.

The flying speed suddenly decreased in the air, and the mad horse kicked the ground and bounced off, rushing at Danwoo Sung and swinging its right fist.

As Danwoo Sung blocked the fist with his left hand and caught it, a loud sound like a drum being torn apart resonated throughout the area.

Then, the two people's bodies were engulfed in a wave of energy, and the ground they were standing on caved in.

As if engaging in a psychological warfare, they gradually increased their internal energy, waiting for an opportunity. Then, Gwangma raised his left hand. Meanwhile, Danwoosung kicked Gwangma in the stomach and pushed him back.

puck!

The mad horse took a few steps back and grinned as if it hadn't hit him at all.

Danwoo Seong has not yet used the Baekjeonshipdan Gong, and Gwangma has not yet used the Ash Kap Jinma Gong.

The martial art that the great masters of Manmagung passed down to the mad horse, taking into account its nature, is the Hwegyeopjinma Art.

Ash (灰) refers to the ashes created by a disaster, and dust (劫塵) refers to the dust that is said to arise when the heavens and the earth are turned upside down. In terms of the type of magic, the martial arts of the mad demon were of the flame (炎火) series.

In other words, he was a man who burned and reduced to ashes while fighting. Furthermore, because he possessed regenerative abilities, he was able to fight even the invincible swordsman, and the reason he could continue to taunt the Heavenly Demon who avoided fighting was also thanks to the Hwegyeopjinma Gong.

The madman said.

“Let’s go to a wider place.”

Danwoo Seong followed the mad horse and looked around to make sure there were no skilled swordsmen nearby.

I had no choice but to be careful.

As if the two were walking together again, they moved to a secluded location. As they moved, the mad horse turned its head this way and that, and as it swung its arms as if to relax, its clothes were quickly torn. Its muscles were bulging from the terrifying magic.

Danwoo Seong, who was walking next to me, asked quietly.

“You crazy horse.”

“Speak.”

“I didn’t learn martial arts at Manmagung.”

"embrace."

“I will kill you and burn everything, including Manmagung. Before you die, tell me the location of Manmagung.”

“I refuse.”

“Why? It seems like you ran away from Manmagung.”

The madman had no intention of telling.

Although he didn't like Manmagung, it was the only place in the world where the defeated soldiers of the demon kingdom, with nowhere else to go, could be taken in, fed, and housed. Therefore, even for this mad madman, Manmagung was his last bastion, the only force he needed to protect.

The madman spoke like a normal man.

"Unfortunately, even if I die, you won't know the location of Manmagung. Torture won't work on you at all. I've already experienced worse pain."

Danwoo-seong said, placing his hand on Gwangma's shoulder.

"Gwangma, what is Manmagung? Is it worth protecting?"

Gwangma looked at Danwoosung's hand. It was a hand devoid of any internal energy or strength.

'What a peculiar man.'

It was a brief moment. Danwoo Sung looked at Gwangma as if he were looking at a friend he had known for a long time.

Danwoo Seong said.

"Simply killing you is nothing to me. Can you understand the human heart?"

He meant to avoid killing people as much as possible and instead use them alive, but it was a statement that Gwangma couldn't understand. However, his sincerity must have been conveyed, as Gwangma responded in a serious tone.

"I've come too far. I don't want to deny my entire life with just those words. I'm from the Manmagung Palace. I learned martial arts there, ate, killed, fought my comrades, was imprisoned, and grew stronger to defeat those who were there. And even if you don't search for it, the Manmagung Palace will soon send forth the magic sword. Just wait."

Danwoo-seong looked up at the mad horse.

“No matter what your life has been like, I have pity on you.”

The madman said.

“If there is life after death, let’s have a drink there.”

As soon as the mad horse finished speaking, he struck Danwooseong's head with both fists. Then, the mad horse's shirt burst open, revealing an ashen body. The mad horse's face contorted, and the energy of the Ash Kiln Demonic Power reached its peak. Then, he launched an attack that tore apart the opponent's natural defenses, as if crushing them. Every moment was a murderous act for Donggwijin. Because he possessed regenerative abilities, he didn't even mind being hit by the weapon, making the attack all the more brutal.

Danwoo Seong avoided the mad horse's attacks and understood its physical structure and psychology.

He immediately realized that his opponent could withstand ordinary blows. Perhaps even the Golden Sword technique wouldn't work, and he figured that those using weapons would likely be hit with counterattacks after landing a successful attack, leaving their limbs torn apart.

The King's thoughts were exactly right.

When Danwoo Seong swung his fist at the rushing mad horse, the mad horse's response was bizarre. It kicked away the blow with what looked like a ferocious beast swinging its forelegs, then launched an attack with its left hand.

It was a response that looked like a wild beast.

I thought that because his internal energy was deep and his movements were fast, even the best white and black sword masters would have been torn apart without even trying a few times.

Martial arts is about reading a person's psychology and counterattacking, but Gwangma was a beast in and of himself, so martial arts didn't work properly.

Since the famous herbivore was in a state of being able to receive it with his body as is, using the herbivore's excellence or weakness was useless.

In a movement that forced him to respond to force with force, Danwoo Sung also raised his Baekjeonshipdan Gong and transformed into a Ming King who was engulfed in a delusion.

Pajijijijijijik!

In that moment, the hair tie that was tying the back of Danwoo-seong's hair broke, and Danwoo-seong, engulfed in a white current of air, grabbed both of Gwangma's fists with his bare hands.

Then, with a roar, the mad horse raised both hands and unleashed a torrent of energy, sending Danwoosung flying into the air. It was an instinctive response. At the same time, it was also an appropriate response.

Then, the mad horse's thighs swelled as if they were about to burst, and he leaped towards Danwooseong. However, not long after, a giant fist fell from the sky, and the mad horse, startled, wrapped both hands in the fiery spirit of hell and tore the fist apart.

It looked like he was smashing a giant snowball with his hands.

Danwoo Seong, who had emerged from the shattered remains of the brain, grabbed the mad horse's head with his right hand and fell in a straight line.

Then, as if trying to withstand the thunderbolt with his entire body, the mad horse reached out with both hands to grab Danwooseong's wrists. He intended to crush Danwooseong's arms while fending off the thunderbolt.

It was truly a madman's response.

The reason why the Black Horse and the Heavenly Horse did not make a hasty decision was because of the mad horse's response.