Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 129

Episode 129

The King of Fist Faces the Madmen 1

Danwoo-seong arrived at the Murim Alliance.

Of course, you are not alone.

He had arrived with the heads of the Imperial Council, and an unidentified monk was also among them. The monk was none other than the criminal Gwangma, who practiced silent meditation with disheveled hair. Lacking proper attire, he wore oversized robes. His appearance also befitted his nickname, "Gwangma."

Because the level of martial arts was too high to keep him in the Imperial Assembly, he was worried, so Danwoo-seong took him around like a criminal.

The heads of the three families arrived at the Murim Alliance to meet with the leader of the Yu Jeong-hong clan. Each of them was bound to be filled with new emotions.

“Ah, the martial arts alliance has changed a lot.”

The first thing that caught my eye was the newly built buildings, and the members' uniforms were noticeably more refined than before.

Seomunryong and Dokgo Myeong, who had witnessed the Yongbongdaeyeon in their youth, felt a mixture of unfamiliarity and joy at the changed landscape of the Murim Alliance.

When the heads of the Sega clans arrived, the Murim Alliance's reaction was impressive. Their eyes widened and they rushed out to report.

Even before Danwoo Seong and the other heads of the households could reach the leader's headquarters, the leader of the Yu Jeonghong Alliance, the elders of the Murim Alliance who had received the report, and the leaders of each organization came pouring out as if on an urgent mission.

“All three families came?”

“How could that be······.”

“That’s what I received.”

Soon, the two groups, having closed the distance at a brisk pace, faced each other as if two factions were about to engage in battle. The members of the Martial Arts Alliance each looked at the King's Council masters with astonishment.

They say all the top members of the Imperial Society have gathered, but there are only less than twenty of them.

All of the subordinates were waiting at the Imperial Assembly, and only the leaders of the forces had gathered together and gathered.

At this moment, the crowd of people standing in a line split left and right, and from there, the leader of the group, Yu Jeong-hong, walked briskly towards them.

The expression on the face of the leader of the Murim Alliance, Yoo Jeong-hong, upon receiving the report was utterly filled with disbelief. Finally standing at the forefront of the Murim Alliance, Yoo Jeong-hong glanced at his juniors, who had been visiting for a long time, and spoke.

“Juniors······.”

Starting with Dokgo Myung, the heads of the Sega clans all simultaneously took possession of the lottery. The heads of the clans spoke to the leader, Yu Jeonghong.

“The juniors come to see the leader.”

“Haha.”

Yoo Jeong-hong also greeted his juniors with courtesy.

"Welcome, everyone. Unannounced… This is truly a surprise. Myeong-ah, it's been a long time."

Dokgo Myung nodded.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”

Yoo Jeong-hong called out the names of the heads of households one by one.

"Seo Moon-ryong, Mo Yong-bin, Namgung Tae. It's been a while, you too. I saw most of you when you were heirs to the Sega family, but now you're heads of families and come to see me. Time must have passed."

When Yoo Jeong-hong stopped speaking, a moment of silence flowed between the men standing before him. They all stared at the face of the leader, Yoo Jeong-hong.

The powerful leader of the Yoo Jeong-hong clan paused for a moment, unable to control his expression. His inability to control his emotions was evident on his face.

Yoo Jeong-hong said.

"Everyone, it's been a while since we've come this far. Let's go in and talk. No. Why are we going in again…? You juniors, let's get a good look at each other."

Yoo Jeong-hong strode alone through the empty space between the two camps and grabbed Dokgo Myung's large shoulders with both hands.

“Myung-ah, why have you come back after ten years? No. It’s been eleven years.”

Dokgo Myung stared at the face of the leader of the Yoo Jeong-hong clan, speechless. Come to think of it, it had been eleven years since he'd visited, just as the leader had said. Deep wrinkles lined the leader's face, which was older than his own deceased father.

Dokgo Myung said with a complicated expression.

"My junior, you're really late. It's not that far away, but it happened."

Yoo Jeong-hong looked at the young head of the household, Mo Yong-bin.

“Bin-ah, I’ve often heard that you’ve had a hard time since your father disappeared.”

“Yes, my lord.”

When Murong Bin nodded, Yoo Jeong-hong patted Murong Bin's back once and then looked at Seo Mun-ryong.

"I've often heard that you, Seomun Gaju, are a recluse, but you've taken a difficult path. It's good to see you in good health."

Seo Moon-ryong also unconsciously grabbed Yoo Jeong-hong's hand with a flustered expression.

“Your Majesty, it’s been a while. I’m glad to see you in good health.”

Yoo Jeong-hong tapped the back of Seo Moon-ryong's hand, then grabbed Namgung Tae's shoulder.

"Taeya, I ordered the disciple to avenge me, but I failed and have yet to capture his evil master. I am ashamed of my position as leader."

Namgung Tae's face turned bright red.

"No. I'm most ashamed that my son couldn't get revenge. Fortunately, my father's revenge was carried out by a junior from the Galaxy Group who came with me."

Yoo Jeong-hong looked at Dan Woo-seong with a surprised expression.

“Did you kill him?”

Danwoo-seong answered the simple question with a slight bow of his head.

"yes."

Yoo Jeong-hong nodded vigorously.

“Well done. Well done. Come visit later.”

Yoo Jeong-hong burst into laughter by himself, then nodded and looked at the warriors of the Imperial Council.

"You've all come a long way, thank you for your hard work. You are all distinguished guests, so I will personally take charge of hosting you. Let's go in."

Yoo Jeong-hong waved his hand widely as if he was going to guide the guests.

“Let’s go to the Baekmoon Banquet Hall instead of the guest house.”

Next, the Imperial Council's masters, along with their members, followed the leader, Yu Jeong-hong. At the end, the pale-faced Gwangma followed, his expression unsure of what to do. He planned to follow along for a while and then stand outside the banquet hall.

By the way, the heads of the Imperial Council were all flustered, just as Dan Woo-seong had said. This was because the leader, Yu Jeong-hong, was so old. And because they were being welcomed. Consequently, the men following felt a heavy burden, as if they had committed a sin.

Dokgo Myung let out a short sigh, and Seo Moon-ryong looked around with a complicated expression. When his eyes met Dan Woo-seong's, he said this.

“It seems like you came to the right place.”

Only then did Danwoo-seong smile at Seomun-ryong and nod his head.

But there was still one more thing that truly surprised the Emperor's Council.

The leader of the clan, Yoo Jeong-hong, spoke to his followers.

"Go and carefully inform your senior that all the heads of the Imperial Council have gathered. If he's so inclined, suggest they come for a drink."

“Understood, Your Majesty.”

A man who had received the order broke away from the camp and headed towards the lodging where the fanatic was staying.

When the heads of the Imperial Council mentioned that the leader was their senior, their expressions were all bewildered.

'Did the leader have a senior?'

'Did he visit the shaman's senior colleague?'

Danwoo-seong headed toward the Baekmun Banquet Hall, listening to the bewildered whispers of the heads of household. Hwaeunwol, walking beside him, spoke to him.

"There are times when human emotions are difficult to explain in words. That's certainly the case right now. It makes me wonder why we couldn't do something so simple."

Danwoo-seong nodded.

In fact, this is something that even Danwoo-seong could not do in his previous life.

So, he knew better than anyone else what the hearts of the heads of the families and the hearts of the leader of the Yoo Jeong-hong clan were like.

It was going to be nice to see you again after so long. And it was going to be even more embarrassing than I expected.

That's because they are ugly men.

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A banquet was held with the leaders present. There was no need for a distinction between the upper and lower classes. Leader Yoo Jeong-hong wandered around with a bottle of liquor, chatting with his juniors. He chatted with Dokgo Myung, shared stories about Namgung Tae and the Doje, and reminisced. Among them, Seo Mun-ryong was scolded the most by Leader Yoo Jeong-hong. This was because the Seomun family was a prestigious family with a long history of producing martial arts leaders. The only reason he was scolded was for his seclusion.

"Ryong-ah, how can the Seomun family turn a blind eye to injustice? To simply observe and observe is to turn a blind eye to injustice. I hope the Seomun family's story is heard more widely in the martial arts world, not just in the martial arts league."

Seo Moon-ryong, who had been listening to the nagging for a long time, nodded his head vigorously.

“I will do that.”

After a long period of back and forth, Dokgo Myung asked cautiously.

“Your Majesty.”

“Speak.”

"It's time for the Imperial Council to elect a new leader. If you have any opinions, please share them."

The conversations taking place here and there stopped at the same time and everyone looked at Yoo Jeong-hong.

Yoo Jeong-hong said.

"How could I know that? What's your opinion…? Ah, there's a way. If you happen to come over later, you could ask your senior. By the way, if your senior appoints you as the host, you'll have a hard time refusing. Just know that."

The heads of the household, including Dokgo Myung, responded to Yoo Jeong Hong's words with puzzlement.

"All right."

At that moment, the door to the Baekmun Banquet Hall, which had been closed for a while, opened with a creaking sound and a man appeared.

When Danwoo-seong looked at it, it was Dokjongho-ri Cheolmyeongho.

Meanwhile, since the leader of the Yoo Jeong-hong clan had personally said that his senior would come, all the heads of the clans who did not recognize Cheol Myeong-ho stood up just in case.

Even so, Cheol Myeong-ho's impression was overwhelmingly fierce, even in this banquet hall full of experts.

Gwangsin spoke from behind Cheolmyeongho.

“Once the door is open, get out of the way.”

“Oh, yes, Your Majesty.”

The titles had changed like this. As Cheol Myeong-ho quickly stepped aside, Gwang-sin entered the banquet hall and spoke.

“I came here because they said the three heads of the family were coming, but there wasn’t a single face I recognized.”

Only then did the heads of households look at the fanatic with tension.

Because this time it was real.

Even Yoo Jeong-hong stood up and greeted Gwangsin.

“Senior, welcome. Hahaha······.”

“You’re being ridiculous. You look like you’re in a good mood.”

Yoo Jeong-hong nodded vigorously.

"Yes. You've probably never met me, but you've probably heard me say it. You're a fanatic senior."

Were the eyes of the heads of households that big?

At the word fanaticism, their hands automatically went up to their chests and they all shouted in unison.

“The juniors meet their seniors.”

The fanatic smiled.

“Welcome. Let’s hear the names.”

“This is Dokgo Myeong.”

“This is Seomunryong.”

“This is Mo Yong-bin.”

“This is Namgung Tae.”

“This is Hwa Eun-wol.”

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“Yes. When I hear your name, some faces come to mind.”

That would be it. The fanatic knew their fathers or grandfathers. He spoke without hesitation, his hands clasped behind his back.

"I came because the heads of the Sega clans said they were here. The Murim Alliance isn't my home, but please stay comfortably before you go. I'll go in."

Yoo Jeong-hong asked.

“Would you like to have a drink together?”

The fanatic shook his head.

"Wouldn't the alcohol go down easier if I were there? Let's talk. Let's go, Myungho."

"yep."

Cheolmyeongho moved again like a bodyguard and met Danwooseong's eyes.

Dan Woo-seong, who had been looking at Cheol Myeong-ho, smiled faintly, and Cheol Myeong-ho also greeted him with a mouthful.

Long time no see.

'Good work.'

The two nodded briefly.

Danwoo Sung found it both funny and admirable that Cheolmyeongho seemed to be assisting Gwangshin Senior so well.

So, in that brief moment, the fanaticism disappeared······.

There were loud exhalations here and there, as if the storm had subsided.

“I didn’t know you were in the blind.”

“You’re much younger than I heard from your father.”

“I almost forgot to breathe.”

Even for the heads of the Sega clans, the fanaticism had a truly oppressive aura, so it was a fleeting encounter that they would remember for the rest of their lives.

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The fanatic walked a few steps, then stopped and asked the darkness that had fallen beside the Baekmun Banquet Hall.

“What kind of person are you?”

Cheol Myeong-ho frowned and stared into the darkness. Where a human head should have been, a chest appeared, and above it, two beast-like eyes appeared. A mad horse emerged from the darkness. Even to Cheol Myeong-ho, the monk's attire seemed no ordinary lunatic.

The madman frowned, then pointed to his mouth with his hand and drew a line.

It meant that he was practicing silence.

Cheol Myeong-ho said with a frown.

"Hey, what do you want me to do? If you ask me a question, I have to answer. Is it enough to just practice silence? I guess I'll just have to grind my teeth."

The mad horse looked at Cheolmyeongho.

'Are you crazy?'

For a moment, the three men who could be considered the first, second, and third most crazy in the world looked at each other.

He was one of the three crazy generals.

Then the door to the Baekmun Banquet Hall opened again.

Squeak······.

Dan Woo-seong quickly escaped, saying he would have the Emperor's Association and the Murim Alliance talk and then go back to monitoring the criminals.

Danwoo Seong approached the three people with a blank expression on his face.

So, the four crazy generals gathered in one place.

When these crazy people who are difficult to judge by their superiority gather together, it has its own unique charm······.

There was no way it could happen.