Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 117

Episode 117

The King of Fist Runs Away

When Gwangma tried to grab Danwooseong's arms with both hands······.

Danwoo Sung grabbed the mad horse's head, took a stance, and then hit the mad horse's face with his knee.

Phew!

Meanwhile, Gwangma blocked Danwooseong's kick with his hand, then flew away, rolled on the ground a couple of times, then kicked the ground and charged.

Pubberbug!

At first glance, the mad horse seemed to be charging recklessly, but as it was being hit by Danwoo Seong, it waited for an opportunity to strike, and then launched a slash with the intent of strangling or tearing off limbs.

Meanwhile, Danwoo Sung's fists landed three or four times, then he kicked the mad horse's shoulder again, sending him flying. This time, the mad horse rolled on the ground, then, as if nothing had happened, sprang to his feet and let out a laugh.

“Hehehehe······. You’re doing it right.”

Both of them smiled at the same time.

The only thing these two have in common is their love of fighting.

As the mad horse continued to engage in a defensive battle, Danwoo-seong held off on injecting it with a brain blast to instantly kill it. He was still assessing the mad horse's body.

Danwoo Seong's judgment was that the mad horse's body could withstand the brain attack longer than the sword horse's subordinates, and that the mad horse could counterattack in the meantime, just like Donggwi Eojin.

It was like a preliminary battle to gauge each other's physical strength.

In reality, the mad demon intended to use his regenerative powers to sustain the attack, then pull Danwoosung's body apart with both hands, tearing it apart. He was confident in his ability to withstand pain. Furthermore, the Hwegyeopjinmagong was a magician who had always fought in this manner. Since the mad demon didn't seem capable of defeating Danwoosung in a proper manner, he planned to use his regenerative powers to revive after being half-dead from the cold.

If you were to write out the two people's actual nicknames, they would be Gwang (狂), Kwon (拳), Ma (魔), and Wang (王).

In fact, Danwoo Seong's personality was so crazy that he was even called a mad king by his fanatics. Except for the fact that Danwoo Seong had the right to follow the rules of a human being, his personality was not much different from that of a mad horse.

Because Danwoo Seong was also a cruel and violent man.

Because of this, the two immediately recognized each other's true nature.

The mad horse approached Danwoo Seong.

"Kwonma, you're so young, you're a really good fighter. I'm not sure if it's instinct or experience. Let's fight for a couple of days and nights from now."

Danwoo Seong responded indifferently.

“You think too highly of yourself.”

As the mad horse approached, Danwoo Sung's gaze suddenly turned to the horse's back. At the same time, the horse stopped walking, turned its head, and looked behind it.

As I was unfolding my lightness, someone was approaching.

The madman muttered.

“Damn it… just when it was starting to get fun.”

A man in a yellow robe suddenly landed on the ground and spoke to the mad horse.

“Who are you fighting with?”

It was a thin, clear voice. The white cat was surprisingly well-balanced on the man's shoulder.

Of course, she was the princess of Manmagung Palace.

Then, the blood god and the ghost simultaneously landed behind the princess.

The madman asked as if it was absurd.

“Why did you all chase me here?”

The princess smiled brightly, stroked the white cat, and then glanced at Danwoo Sung as if curious.

Baek-myo had wrestled with the mad horse before, and even been beaten by it, so he could track its scent. After entering Anhui, the mad horse was at a leisurely pace, and he was caught up.

The mad horse spoke to the blood demon and the ghost with a sour expression.

“Hey, you little punks… Since when did you start acting like puppets?”

The Blood Lord snorted, and the Hwanma answered with silence.

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Danwoo Sung looked at the newly arrived magic masters with his arms crossed. He assumed they were all from Manmagung.

But, surprisingly, the pursuers didn't stop there.

This time, when the princess and her party turned their heads······.

Another absurd sight unfolded in the air. The Heavenly Horse Wijicheon, carrying the Sword Horse Lotus Mark on his back, descended with a display of lightness.

After the sword horse got off the back of the heavenly horse, he took off his blindfold and looked ahead with his abyssal sword.

Cheonma walked around with his pack on his back, observing this interesting standoff.

“We all meet here.”

Cheonma followed, intent on killing the Blood Lord and the Hwanma. The Blood Lord and the Hwanma seemed to have noticed, and they clung to the Princess, never leaving her side. Furthermore, with the problematic Baekmyo present, it was difficult to seize an opportunity. The mad horse would have to engage someone to either kill the Blood Lord or steal Baekmyo.

As soon as Danwoo Seong saw the man in the purple robe, he knew that it was the man from his previous life.

'this······.'

And I immediately recognized the man with sunken eyes as a black horse.

It was truly an incredible situation.

While fighting the mad demon, I found myself surrounded by magic masters.

Cheonma Wijicheon looked at Danwooseong and asked Geomma.

“Friend, can you feel the prayer?”

The sword horse, who had been observing Danwoo Castle through the Abyssal Gong, was silent for a moment. Then the heavenly horse called his friend's name again.

“Are you a Yeon Ga-ju?”

I couldn't use the nickname "Geumma" in front of a stranger.

The swordsman looked at Danwoosung's appearance once more with his unseen eyes and then spoke.

"Engulfed in white flames. Is he a young man? Or an old man?"

Rather, Geomma was asking Cheonma about Danwooseong's true identity.

As the swordsman examined the Abyssal Gong, he saw a man engulfed in white flames, staring at him. The aura of his prayers somehow resembled the Fist King he had previously confronted. It was as if a fiery, extreme energy blazed outward from the exterior of his healthy body.

Cheonma also looked at Danwooseong again.

“He’s a young man.”

The blind swordsman guessed Danwoo's identity like a ghost.

“It could be the disciple of the King of Fist.”

Only then did Gwangma step forward and correct the nickname.

“Not the king of the box, but each box.”

Danwoo Seong looked at the gathered magic masters with his mouth shut.

A heavenly horse, a sword horse, a mad horse, a master in a red robe, a silent man with only his eyes exposed, a master with a white cat perched on his shoulder… and he even sensed the presence of an assassin nearby. To be precise, he had caught someone arriving late, performing a lightness attack, but the presence had been completely silenced. Danwoo Sung concluded that the last one to arrive was likely a master of magic, a member of the assassin family.

Assuming they all attack, only the Three Gods in the martial world would be able to hold out.

A situation where you can't do anything even though your enemies from your past life are right in front of you.

Danwoo Sung was also stunned, so he folded his arms and watched the situation for a moment. If they all attacked him, he planned to flee without hesitation. However, that seemed unlikely. For one thing, the mad horse had no intention of joining forces with them.

The princess said.

“The head of the household, the head of the Yeon household. Let’s work together to catch the prisoner and then go back.”

The blood lord responded to the princess's words.

“I can’t let that guy live either.”

Even the Heavenly Horse got involved.

“Of course, since you saw us, there’s no reason to send us away.”

The madman said.

"You little brats… I have no intention of going back to prison. And I'll kill Kwon-ma. I'll kill anyone who gets in my way. Do you want to trust my numbers and give it a try? I'd love to hear it."

Cheonma looked at Gwangma and smiled.

'Oh, you crazy kid.'

In an instant, all the experts started racking their brains.

Gwangma knows that Cheonma is trying to kill the princess and her party.

The princess is in a situation where she has to capture the mad horse again.

Even in the midst of this, Blood Lord and the Demon King were extremely wary of the Heavenly Demon. This was because they had already seen the Overlord absorbed.

Meanwhile, the dark-hearted Black Demon was also observing the situation, intending to kill and absorb anyone with his magic sword. The Black Demon, blind as he was, was the most anxious.

The princess said as she stepped back.

"Then, first, you lords, join forces and kill that strange man. It would be best for the prisoner to remain silent. Otherwise, I'll release Baekmyo first."

Cheonma said.

"That won't happen. Let's just let the mad horse and the powerful horse decide the match. Everyone, please stay out of the way."

At Cheonma's words, Gwangma burst into laughter.

"This crazy kid… I'll just watch. Cheonma, you idiot. I'd rather kill myself than believe you. Who would you deceive when you've been living a lie your whole life?"

Cheonma Wijicheon frowned when Gwangma told him his nickname.

'Hey, that crazy guy······.'

As Wi Ji-cheon's expression hardened, Gwang-ma raised his finger in the midst of the standoff and introduced each person to Dan Woo-seong.

"Kwonma, listen carefully. The one with that cat is the princess of Manmagung Palace. Without the cat, you could call it a corpse."

Blood Vengeance was about to burst out laughing at Mad Horse's words, but he quietly raised his hand and covered his mouth.

Then the mad horse introduced the blood god.

"That crippled red mosquito bastard is Blood Lord, and next to him is a stuttering Hwanma. The blind guy over there is Geumma, and that unlucky guy with a perpetually smiling face is Cheonma. All the big guys gathered in one place. Haha …

As the madman burst into laughter while holding his stomach, the whole area shook and dust rose.

“Hahahahahahahahaha!”

Not only Cheonma, but even the princess and her entourage all sighed.

The swordsman shook his head and said.

"You're the epitome of a crazy kid. If you're going to cause trouble, you should join the Murim Alliance. Why do you live such a tiring life? You crazy kid, you madman."

The identities of all the magic masters were revealed by the mad horse.

Danwoo-seong nodded with his arms crossed.

“You all came from Manmagung.”

The madman laughed and giggled.

"Wow, isn't that a great deal of leisure? Kwonma, you're better than these guys."

But the mad horse also intended to kill everyone he caught in the middle of a chaotic fight.

Because of this, this place was no different from the entrance to hell.

Even though they were all highly skilled, the situation was so absurd and complex that no one could easily move.

Meanwhile, Cheonma was smiling as if he was in a good mood.

Because the mad horse didn't mention the cow.

The horse nodded slightly, as if sending a signal. To those who didn't know, it was a simple gesture, almost like a habit.

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As soon as Cheonma's permission was granted, the Usagisa, who had been hiding, approached Danwooseong's back.

Meanwhile, Danwoo-seong was looking at Cheonma. Cheonma was observing his expression.

Danwoo Sung didn't move his mouth even once, so as not to let anyone read his expression.

The moment the mad horse sniffed to see what was framing it, the heavenly horse narrowed its eyes.

'Usagi, stop.'

It's too late to even speak up.

Woo Sa, while maintaining his hiding position, thrust a knife into Dan Woo Seong's back.

At that moment, Danwoo Sung's hand moved backwards, and while still holding onto Woo Sa's arm, he began to perform a lightness technique. Then, a "pajijijijik" sound of brain energy faded away along with the lightness technique, striking the ears of the magic masters. Woo Sa, whose wrist was caught by Danwoo Sung, let out a long scream.

“Kkaaaaaaah!”

Danwoo-seong waited for Woo-sa's surprise attack, pretending not to know anything, and then started to run away while simultaneously launching a counterattack and a light attack.

Cheonma quickly grabbed the sword with one hand and then said while performing a light technique.

“The princess is mad. I will catch that bastard.”

As Cheonma comically set out to chase Danwooseong while carrying Geomma······.

The mad horse simultaneously unleashed its two swords and aimed for the sword horse's back. If the sword horse evaded, the heavenly horse would be struck. It was a reckless attack, as if anyone was going to die.

At this moment, Cheonma turned around and surprisingly responded only to the left leader.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

The tension that collided in the air was simultaneously dissipated······.

The madman suddenly screamed.

“Sword Demon, this is your chance!”

When the black horse, who was riding on the back of the heavenly horse with a blank expression, looked at the back of the heavenly horse's head with a deep breath, the heavenly horse, whose spine was chilled, dropped the black horse to the floor as if throwing it.

In an instant, the atmosphere became cold.

The swordsman held his sword with a displeased expression, then stood up, balancing himself, and lowered his head slightly.

“Cheonma, did you doubt me?”

At this time, the princess smiled faintly.

'Good job. Good job.'

Cheonma spoke briefly and performed lightness techniques.

“I have to go save the cow first.”

As Cheonma chased Danwooseong and disappeared in an instant, Gwangma burst into laughter.

"What's the point of saving him? He's already dead. It was a chance, Geommaya, but it was a shame. Why didn't you just strangle him? Look at him. That's the kind of guy he is. Hahahahahahaha…"

As the Heavenly Horse left······.

The blood elf walked out with a grin.

"Little Princess, let's kill the sword horse first. This guy didn't come here to capture the mad horse; he was after us from the beginning. He was probably after the little princess too. This is no different from rebellion. It's right to kill this ungrateful scumbag first. Mad horse, you join us."

The madman started laughing again as if he was going to die from laughter.

“This is a total mess. This is a total mess.”

The blood god also recommended it to the mad horse.

"Gwangma, join us. Shouldn't we kill this conscienceless swordsman first? He's lonely now that his friend's gone."

The madman chuckled.

"You're being ridiculous. I have no interest in joint attacks. You kill him, you piece of trash. No. I don't like seeing my blind friend fight alone. I'll help Geomma. Yeonjaheun, you blind bastard, come to me. It'll be difficult for you to handle them alone."

Then, the black horse dragged its sword on the ground and walked away, then stood near the mad horse.