Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 130

Episode 130

The King of Fist Faces the Madmen 2

The fanatic, the mad king, the mad horse, and the iron tiger gathered together.

If you were to give Cheol Myeong-ho a nickname, it would be "Mad Fox," or "Gwang-ho." If you remove the "Shin," "Wang," "Ma," and "Ho" attached to his nickname, all that remains is "Mad Gwang."

What on earth is madness?

It means crazy.

This also applies to those who are particularly unable to distinguish between right and wrong.

This also includes deviations from general rules and regulations.

When recklessness goes too far and arrogance reaches the sky, it is also the world of madness.

As such, the simple word “crazy” contained a variety of meanings.

Humans are inherently complex beings with a complex mental world, and some live while being tainted by madness.

This is because of the circumstances.

The story of Dan Woo-seong, who died and was reincarnated, the story of Cheol Myeong-ho, a lowly gambling house owner, and the story of Gwang-shin, who endured life while dreaming of bloody revenge, all meet with each other's personalities and take the direction of their lives towards madness.

Of course, the mad horse's nature was like that too.

So the four of them looked at each other in silence for a while and realized that these guys were really crazy.

'This guy and that guy are both crazy.'

This was my feeling.

Cheol Myeong-ho said.

“At first glance, he seems like a very disobedient person, Your Excellency.”

Cheol Myeong-ho had no one to fear these days because he had a fanatic by his side. As the days went by, he was becoming more and more of a master of foul language.

Gwangsin asked Cheolmyeongho.

“It looks like it. What kind of guy do you think he is?”

The two often enjoyed character critiques. When the critiques began, Cheol Myeong-ho would usually point out various flaws and criticize them, which Gwang-shin would hear, feeling as if his back had been scratched. Therefore, the two made a good pairing.

Cheol Myeong-ho said, pointing his finger at Gwang-ma.

“I know this guy. I just wear a dog. I was born with a power and an overwhelming body, so I would have lived as a fun to hit people from a young age. See you, you are a human being.

Some incomprehensible words were flowing out of Cheol Myeong-ho's mouth, but Gwang-ma was still excited.

As Gwangma glared at Cheolmyeongho, his face turned red and blue.

'This little bastard who's not even worth a fistful of money…'

I was keeping my mouth shut because I was upset that my silent practice was being broken by such a lowlife.

If Kwon Ma had uttered such outrage, I would have understood. After all, I had lost to him. Furthermore, I could somewhat empathize with the man's peculiar arrogance. It felt like I was facing the great general of Manmagung Palace.

But what the hell is this crippled bastard with a scar on his face?

As Gwangma let out a long sigh, Gwangshin asked Danwoo Seong this time.

“It’s like a magic sword, so why did you keep it alive?”

Danwoo-seong explained to Gwangshin's question.

"This madman knows the location of Manmagung, the headquarters of the demonic realm. He's staying alive on the condition that he'll die there after revealing the location. He was being chased by Manmagung when I met him."

“You risked your life to die where you wanted. You really are a selfish person.”

Fanaticism understands the nature of this kind of person.

Although they tried to cover it up with various words, these guys were the kind of people who could only die if there was a justification for it.

Although Gwangma himself would deny it, he still had a strong attachment to life. That's probably why he insisted on dying at Manmagung Palace.

The god of the mad was also a man who could see deep into the hearts of madmen.

Danwoo Seong answered again because he knew that Gwangma was practicing silence.

"It seems there are those called "Great Masters" in Manmagung. The enemies of the senior disciple I recently killed in the martial arts world were Cheonma and Geomma. They, along with Gwangma, are all disciples of the Great Masters. Judging by their ages, it seems the Nomads are still alive."

The fanatic nodded.

"I see. A disciple trying to kill his master. It happens often, not only in the martial world but also in the magical realm. I understand. But, Mad Demon, you are a person who needs to be rehabilitated."

The fanatic knew what the madmen hated most.

“You seem to hate humanity, righteousness, propriety, and wisdom the most.”

The madman glared at the madman.

'That's obvious······.'

The fanatic said with a vengeance.

“Therefore, I will teach you benevolence, righteousness, propriety, and wisdom.”

The madman opened his eyes wide.

“······!”

"And since you're the one who tried to kill my master, I will become your master again. I won't teach you any martial arts, but I will take you in."

This was also something that Mad Horse would hate the most.

The madman blinked.

'What the hell are you talking about, you crazy bastard.'

As Gwangma looked around with a bewildered expression, Gwangshin pointed at Danwoo Seong.

“It’s your ambassador.”

This time, Gwangsin pointed to Cheolmyeongho.

“Your second death sentence.”

The fanatic looked at the madman.

"You are the youngest. The Gwangsinmun (狂神門) does not permit suicide. Young disciples, please keep this in mind."

Cheol Myeong-ho crossed his arms like Dan Woo-seong and looked at Gwang-ma.

"Heo Heo Heo, I already have a priest. It's a happy day. I'm a little worried because I'm a bad guy.

Danwoo Seong looked at Cheolmyeongho and spoke in a stern tone.

“Congratulations.”

Cheol Myeong-ho glared at Dan Woo-seong and replied.

“Thank you. Death penalty.”

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The martial arts leader who had been watching up to this point went back into the Baekmun Banquet Hall and reported.

"I don't think anything will happen. It seems like the fanatic elder is educating that guy who was supposedly brought in as a prisoner. The atmosphere is so serious that I don't want to interfere."

Yoo Jeong-hong waved his hand as if he understood.

“Okay. Now, even if there’s thunder and lightning outside or a typhoon is blowing, just leave it alone.”

"yes!"

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Cheol Myeong-ho spoke to Gwang-ma in a flat tone.

"What's the mad priest doing instead of bowing to Master? Is he from some demonic realm, whether Manmagung or Mandugung, and has he taught his manners to a dog? It doesn't work. Now bow to Master. If you don't want to lose."

The madman crossed his arms and laughed, his shoulders shaking.

'You crazy kids… these crazy three brothers.'

“Hehehehehehehehe.”

The madman laughed for a long time, then opened his palm in front of the madman's face and unleashed all his energy.

Phew!

A powerful force poured out that seemed like it could even topple a mountain.

As soon as Gwangsin responded with a smile, a smile appeared on his face.

Snap!

The hem of the horse's clothes fluttered violently as if it were facing a typhoon.

At the same time, the mad horse's entire body trembled as if it had hit a wall made of ageless iron. With a look of disbelief on its face, the mad horse trembled and poured out its energy.

But I felt a strange sensation, as if I were futilely striking the rippling sea water with my palm.

'What the heck?'

It is the nature of a mad horse to attack without warning.

He immediately declared that he would take him as his disciple, and made Kwon-ma and the madman his executioners. However, having launched the first attack, Gwang-ma had no choice but to reevaluate the man before him.

A different kind of shock came from competing with Kwon Ma.

Even as they exchanged fierce tension, their expressions remained calm. However, their eyes held a disturbing and unpredictable madness.

'Magic? That can't be.'

Even though the two people's powerful tension was colliding, the ground did not crack, and no energy waves erupted from their bodies.

However, it was disappearing in vain as if the tension of the mad horse was being absorbed.

Even from Gwangma's perspective, he was a master of an incredibly high level. This was because Gwangshin had never neglected his training.

The madman couldn't help but recognize the man's identity because of his previous words and his murderous gaze.

'This guy is a fanatic. He's still alive.'

The strongest man in Baekdo, who had torn apart the previous Heavenly Demon after a combined attack, was right before his eyes. A shiver ran through Madma's body.

'So… so strong.'

As the mad horse gradually reduced his internal energy and withdrew his hand, the mad god stretched out his left hand and pretended to grab the mad horse by the collar, but as soon as the opponent reacted, he slapped him in the face with his right hand.

puck!

It was a simple combination of a simple sword and a real sword, but the speed and technique were so perfect that the mad horse's head turned around.

As the mad horse, suddenly struck in the face, prepared to counterattack, the mad god's hands struck his entire body. With a flurry of punches, long-handed techniques, ground techniques, and kicks, and more punches, long-handed techniques, and kicks, the mad horse was struck down by the mad god before he could even fall.

Pok! Pok! Pok! Pok! Pok! Pok! Pok! Pok! Pok!

Each hit would have killed most skilled warriors instantly. But the mad horse held on.

The fanatic continued to assault the madman, a faint smile on his face. At one point, the fanatic grabbed the madman's arm and pressed down on his shoulder.

The mad horse's knees fell to the floor in an instant.

thud······!

The fanatic looked down at the mad horse and said.

"Will you die? Will you become my disciple? Answer me. Either choice is fine with me. If you choose to die, I welcome that, and if you choose to become my disciple, I'm content with the thought of teaching you benevolence, righteousness, propriety, and wisdom. Your choice will not rob me of my joy… You just have to choose. You damn fool, Mado."

The fanatic let out a low laugh.

Gwangma felt like he was suffering a series of defeats against Kwonma and Gwangsin. He felt like his mind was breaking.

Danwoo Seong, who was watching with his arms crossed, spoke to Gwangma.

"If you want to die, then die. I can't interfere with what Master is doing."

Cheol Myeong-ho tilted his head and said.

"Ambassador, we finally have a youngest disciple, so how can you tell him to die? It's out of the question. Youngest madman, please quickly ask for Master's forgiveness and become my disciple. That way, I'll be at peace. The ill-tempered disciple won't have much trouble. Just bring him some dumplings every now and then."

Kew!

The mad horse, who had been holding on well, gushed out a handful of blood as soon as he heard that he had to run an errand for dumplings.

Cheol Myeong-ho hurriedly stepped back and swore.

“That fucking crazy kid is acting all sorts of crazy. Why is he suddenly vomiting blood?”

Gwangma wiped his bloody mouth with his hand and looked at Cheolmyeongho. He seemed completely unaware that he could vomit blood while in a state of possession. That made it even more frustrating.

The madman spoke, barely able to open his trembling lips.

“Then I will die.”

Cheol Myeong-ho sighed and shook his head.

“You pathetic little bastard. Get lost.”

The fanatic intervened with a blank expression.

“Die.”

As if he had made a promise, Danwoo-seong continued speaking.

“Become a Buddha.”

The madman blinked, observing the expressions of the three men. None of them showed even the slightest hint of regret or attempt to stop him.

"ha······."

The agonizing madman swallowed his saliva once and struck his own forehead with his sword.

puck!

At the same time, the mad horse collapsed to the floor.

Gwangsin, Danwoosung, and Cheolmyeongho looked at Gwangma with expressions devoid of emotion. As Gwangma's body twitched slightly, Gwangsin spoke.

“Would you die like that? You can’t even commit suicide.”

Cheol Myeong-ho asked as if he was puzzled.

“What? You’re not dead?”

Danwoo Sung explained.

“I have mastered a strange magical technique that heals wounds.”

The situation is absurd even for a madman who attempted suicide.

The combination of the mad horse's mastery of the Hwaeokjin Magical Arts, his unique regenerative abilities, and his obsession with life prevented his immediate death. While his power was sufficient, he had never attempted suicide, so it could be considered a failure.

It was a case where physical strength was more important than tension.

The fanatic spoke to the fallen madman.

"You're a unique magician. Well, then I'll teach you how to commit suicide. First, shatter your dantian, crushing your internal energy into dust. Then, holding a short dagger, slash your stomach until you're dead. Then, won't you die?"

Cheol Myeong-ho nodded vigorously at the ambassador's words.

“That’s a very true statement. I’d die if that were the case.”

The mad horse, who had slowly recovered from his injuries thanks to the Hwegyeopjinma Gong, stood up, took a deep breath, and struck his danjeon with his double swords.

puck!

At that moment, not only Gwangma, but also Danwoosung and Gwangshin could not help but notice that the self-defense technique he had practiced his entire life had been activated without his knowledge.

But somehow, even Cheol Myeong-ho, who was quick-witted, burst out laughing.

"Ha, you're funny. What are you doing? If you don't want to die, just say you don't want to die. You crazy bastard."

Gwangma looked at Cheolmyeongho with a truly bewildered expression. Since they couldn't communicate, he felt he couldn't possibly win.