Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 125

Episode 125

Kwon Ma, invite you to the Kwon Wang Gak Banquet

While the minimum courtesy for death was being paid, Danwoo Seong and Gwangma remained silent.

Danwoo Seong was lost in thought about killing his enemy from his previous life.

After witnessing the deaths of Wi Ji-cheon and Yeon Ja-heun, who could be considered his classmates, with his own eyes, Gwang-ma inevitably recalled the past of the two people.

Although I didn't like either of their personalities, their talent for martial arts was overwhelming compared to their fellow classmates.

Gwangma once had this thought while looking at these two people. He thought that these two would either kill each other or die together because of their fate.

The result was the latter.

However, Gwangma had expected that the place where these two died would be a little more noisy and that they would fight in a fight that would be so intense that it would make his heart swell.

Just like the previous Heavenly Horse that clashed with the Three Gods at the same time.

However, both Wi Ji-cheon and Yeon Ja-heun were defeated and killed by a young man who claimed to be Kwon Ma.

As such, not all human expectations can be met.

Now that Kwonma's silence was over, it would be Gwangma's turn.

The madman smiled.

In fact, the time in Kwangma's favor was running out. Kwonma had already defeated Cheonma and Geomma in quick succession. For anyone with a reasonable mind, the most effective strategy would be to rise up immediately and physically crush Kwonma.

But the madman is literally a madman.

If I were going to risk my life fighting, I wanted to fight properly when my opponent had fully recovered.

Danwoo Sung pulled the longsword from Geomma's abdomen and snapped it with his finger. The blade snapped as easily as if it had been transformed from a demonic sword to a normal longsword.

After Danwoo-seong threw the broken longsword in front of Geomma's corpse and stood up, the mad horse that had been waiting spoke.

“I’m hungry, so let’s eat and fight. It’s a day when we need some drinks too.”

Danwoo-seong looked back at Gwangma.

Gwangma waited silently while Danwoo-seong performed his rituals for death. He was probably a man who didn't have such manners to begin with, so it could be said that he waited for Danwoo-seong.

Danwoo Seong said.

"let's go."

Suddenly, Danwoo-seong looked back at the place where Baekmyo was, and Baekmyo, now smaller in size, met his eyes once more, smacked his lips, and then moved in a different direction on his own.

Danwoo Seong had no intention of suppressing Baekmyo's freedom.

Perhaps he could fill his stomach and return to Danwooseong. He'd probably already remember Danwooseong's scent, just as he'd tracked the mad horse.

Danwoo Sung thought that Baekmyo had to choose him in order to be together in the future.

The same goes for people.

It's like you can only call someone a friend if you go to see them because you miss them, or if they come to you.

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As the two men walked to the inn, a light rain began to fall for a moment. The two men walked silently through the rain until they found a quiet inn and entered. As Gwangma haphazardly ordered various dishes, Danwoo-sung, who had been silently watching, paid the bill to Jeomso-i first.

After the two sat facing each other, the madman asked.

“Why are you calculating?”

Danwoo Seong placed four glasses on the table without responding.

He placed the cup of the mad horse and his own cup first, and placed the cup of the lotus flower and the cup of the wise man on the east and west sides.

Danwoo-seong invited four people to the Kwonwang Guesthouse.

Jeomsoi brought the drink, then blinked at the empty glass on the table. But because the madman's expression was so frightening, Jeomsoi left without saying a word.

As Danwoo-seong poured drinks into four glasses, Gwangma said.

“It’s not like I’m giving medicine to a dead person. What the hell is this?”

Danwoo Sung drank alone, treating Gwangma like a nobody. Now that he had his revenge, he simply wanted a drink.

Danwoo-seong looked at the alcohol on the table with his chin resting on his hand.

There was a drink that the dead could not drink, and the still-living, breathing madman was drinking it with a trembling expression.

While waiting for the food, Danwoo-seong spoke to Gwangma.

“You have two choices: kill me or rot in prison.”

The madman replied with a grin.

"If you have the ability, you could have just killed me. Was there really any need to imprison me? You're a petty bastard. You killed the Sword Demon and the Heavenly Demon so mercilessly."

Danwoo Sung explained the reason.

“That’s because of Manmagung. You probably know where it is.”

"ah······."

Gwangma nodded, as if he finally understood the reason. Gwangma wasn't a man who kept secrets. And he remembered that even Yeonjaheun, the swordsman, had confessed to this man about Manmagung before his death, as if to urge him to do so. Yeonjaheun's confession that if he had become a demon, he would have killed the Manmagung's masters was something Gwangma had never heard before.

After drinking a glass of wine, Gwangma said while eating the food that Jeomsoi had brought.

"There's an order to things. There's no need to search for Manmagung."

“Why?”

Danwoo Seong also listened to Gwangma's words while filling his stomach.

The madman spoke in a rare serious tone.

"They'll appear on their own. And there are beings in this world that shouldn't be touched. Most people mention the Three Gods. Hwasan, the shaman, and even that leader, Yu Jeonghong, are helpless before the Three Gods. But the Three Gods aren't the only ones like that. To those in Manmagung, the great masters are like that. Just as Yeon Ja-heun believed he could only deal with them after becoming a demon. The Sword Demon, the Heavenly Demon, and my masters. The important thing is that these great masters' disciples were the former Heavenly Demons. But who killed the former Heavenly Demon? The Three Gods joined forces to kill him. Who could possibly handle it?"

Danwoo Seong asked.

“How many ambassadors are there?”

The madman said, pointing his finger at the sky.

"I don't know. Ambassadors are crammed into various rooms in the high-rise study, reading books. There was even an ambassador I'd seen only once. He looked like he'd been on a long trip. Look over there."

Outside, where the madman pointed, a peddler was walking in the rain, carrying a bundle. He was an ordinary person.

The madman looked at the peddler and said.

"That travel-loving ambassador looked like that. The very embodiment of ordinary. You couldn't tell his true identity by sight, and you couldn't tell by conversation. Their martial arts skills may vary, but they all seem ordinary. That's because they've reached the realm of exorcism. It happened when I was young, but I still remember it. The ambassador, who had returned from a trip, had seen the Oreung Grand Battle. The ambassadors, who were reading a book, were curious, so the author said he would compile it into writing and show it to them soon. That old man was a ambassador who wrote travelogues."

For a moment, the two people put down their chopsticks and took a sip of alcohol.

Gwangma said, pointing his finger at Danwoo Seong.

"When Manmagung appears, focus solely on Manmagung. The Grand Masters won't step forward. There's no need to poke a hornet's nest at those who refuse to step forward. The problem is that even those in Manmagung don't fully understand the Grand Masters. Do you understand?"

Danwoo-seong nodded.

"The Oreung War was ultimately the work of a previous Heavenly Demon they raised. Twenty years later, a similar one appeared again. As time goes by, another demon will emerge, so I have no reason to remain silent."

"You crazy bastard… You wouldn't even dream of it with your skills. Even if all three gods came, you wouldn't be able to guarantee anything."

“If those crazy guys are so powerful, why hasn’t the world of magic come?”

The madman laughed heartily.

"Did you hear me correctly? The ambassadors aren't interested in things like the Demonic World. They just practice their favorite martial arts, read books, pursue their hobbies, and watch humans. If that guy called Cheonma goes out and causes trouble, they just listen and let it go."

The madman continued speaking as if he was about to tell me something important.

"A true villain enjoys life. They're not as stifling as the stubborn lunatics of Baekdo, nor are they as insane as Heukdo. The Demonic Realm is actually the most entertaining spectacle for these people. Oh, so that's what humans are like. This child is so talented, he'll grow up to be a Heavenly Demon. You're so good with a sword, I should raise you as a Sword Demon. Look at this guy? He was born with madness in his eyes, so the nickname "Gwangma" suits him. And that guy's so lustful, tsk tsk… Just stay locked up in one place and live with the woman you like. Instead, when you have some free time, you can become a Manma Palace Master. Hehehe… Sometimes, there will be a great master teaching martial arts to his disciples outside, but in those cases, the disciples won't even know the great master's true identity. It's literally like a strange person. That's why the martial world is so vast."

This was the true nature of Manmagung Palace as seen by Gwangma.

"They probably don't care about power or fame. Even those things are trivial to them."

When the mad horse scared him so much, Danwoo-seong shook his head while looking at the mad horse.

"Not everything you know is true. When was the last time you saw the ambassadors?"

The madman replied.

“It’s been a long time.”

"Naturally, since you were weak, the ambassadors must have seemed like masters of the Talma level. But it's different now. And there can't be that many such strong people in the world. Each person has different abilities, depths of effort, and stories. Some might be truly strong, as you say, while others might be truly ordinary. I wouldn't think I understood the entire Manmagung just from hearing a few words from you."

He didn't believe the magic world would be teeming with masters surpassing even the Three Gods. Danwoo Sung knew that wasn't the case. There were always one or two at the top, and the lower ranks multiplied like the foothills of a mountain. A madman's words were merely his opinion, not reality.

The madman smiled brightly and brought the glass to his lips.

“Think as you like.”

The madman suddenly wiped his smile, put down his glass, and gazed at his surroundings, which had changed from just moments ago. The atmosphere had calmed down.

The madman said with a trembling expression.

"There are quite a few experts mixed in here. We've been caught, so come out. I need to see your faces."

When there was no response, the madman screamed.

Only then did Baekdo's forces, who had been chasing the mad horse in the darkness, gradually close the distance while forming a siege net.

These were, of course, the troops of the Imperial Council.

But after a refreshing drink and a hearty meal, Gwangma couldn't help but feel elated. Alone, he would have struggled against this force, but Kwonma was with him at the drinking party, after all.

He looked at Danwoo-seong as if he wanted to play again, just like when he and Gwangma had destroyed Manmagung together.

At this moment, Gwangma was able to see Danwoo-seong smile for the first time. Since he had always maintained a blunt expression, as if he were emotionless, Danwoo-seong's bright expression was somewhat shocking to Gwangma.

Of course, the reason why Gwangma laughs and the reason why Danwoo-seong laughs are different.

As soon as the madman realized the difference, he asked.

“Why are you acting like such a retard?”

Danwoo Seong replied.

"Didn't I tell you? You have two choices: kill me, or be imprisoned. Of course, since this is Anhui, you'll be imprisoned by the Emperor's Association, not the Martial Arts Alliance."

The mad horse narrowed his eyes, looked at Danwoo Seong's face, and then looked at the Emperor's forces waiting while maintaining a siege.

The two leaders of the Imperial Council troops walked out and smiled brightly like Danwoo Seong.

“Your Highness, it’s been a long time.”

It was Murong Bin, the head of the Murong family.

Dan Woo-seong stood up and bowed politely to Mo Yong-bin.

“Lord Murong, it’s been a while.”

But the truly welcome man was standing next to him, fluttering his fan. Only after Mo Yong-bin and Dan Woo-seong finished greeting him did he open his mouth.

“That’s too bad. If you came to Anhui, shouldn’t you have asked around for me first? Hahahahaha······.”

Danwoo Sung greeted Hwa Eun Wol with a bright expression.

“I often think of it. Autumn wind and falling leaves, Sogaju.”

Hwa Eun-wol burst into laughter.

“Hahaha!”

Danwoo Sung said, pointing to the table.

“You two, come up here.”

While Gwangma was glaring, Danwoo-seong dumped the drinks he'd previously poured on the table onto the floor. Since Baekdo's acquaintances were there, he planned to pour them himself.

As Hwa Eun-wol and Mo Yong-bin approached, Dan Woo-seong pointed to the mad horse and explained to them.

“Be careful, he’s crazy. His nickname is Mad Horse.”

Mo Yongbin nodded, pulled back his robe, and sat down on the chair.

“The murderer is here. I am Mo Yong-bin.”

Hwa Eun-wol also snorted once, then sat down and looked at the mad horse.

Gwangma spoke to Danwoo Sung with a truly angry expression.

“Were you Baekdo?”

It was a question fraught with implications. Hwa Eun-wol and Mo Yong-bin burst into laughter. They'd assumed Dan Woo-seong had been holding Gwangma captive while deceiving him.

Danwoo Seong said to Gwangma.

“Why not? I am that stubborn, crazy Baekdo.”

It may have been my intention that the mad horse entered the inn, but now it was impossible for him to leave on his own.

So the mad horse was locked in the king's guest house.