Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 141

Episode 141

Half Moon Society, we are the Black Island

Twelve daggers slammed into Suwol Maya. Not all of them aimed for her head or torso. Some, depending on their inclinations, aimed for her hands, others for her feet. One officer even extended his dagger and swung it, predicting Suwol Maya's retreat path.

Even the direction of the pottery was a thorough attack. In an instant, pottery poured down on Suwol Maya's entire body.

Wheeeeeeeeeek!

As Suwol Maya stretched out both hands forward······.

A transparent curtain of silver light appeared, rippling, and then bounced off twelve pieces of pottery simultaneously.

Pbu …

Twelve executives of the Half Moon Society took their stances, striking their returning swords with straight swords. Their opponents were such formidable masters that each executive felt a chill run down their spines.

Suwol Maya looked at Banwolhoe with a displeased expression.

“Tsk······. These bastards.”

Suwol Maya was in an unpleasant mood as she was unexpectedly attacked and forced to unleash her Mirror Flower Water Moon counterattack. This counterattack was no less powerful than the Reverse Heavenly Radius used by the Heavenly Demon Wi Ji-cheon.

Suwol Maya suddenly stopped herself from launching a counterattack. She was curious about the thoughts of the half-moon lord, who had remained silent until then.

Go Cheon-hwi was still glaring at Suwol Maya.

The reason for the silence was simple.

As soon as Go Cheon-hwi saw the old master, he began to ponder how to kill him. His mind was so focused on the only way to kill him that he had no time to speak. Furthermore, having already clashed once, his subordinates outside would have immediately begun preparing a response plan in case of an assassination attempt or a surprise attack on Hoe-ju. Therefore, the longer he waited, the better.

Go Cheon-hwi looked at Suwol Maya with his chin resting on his hand and collected his thoughts.

If a one-on-one fight breaks out, you will die.

If we join forces with the executives, all thirteen people will die here.

What if we destroy the entire Banwolhoe?

I expected that I could kill him.

But is it worth dying for most of the half-moon meeting?

There is no other way, so it can only be bitter.

Meanwhile, Suwol Maya asked with a smile.

"I wonder what you're thinking. I know there's no chance you'll survive this."

Go Cheon-hwi finally opened his mouth.

"So you're the one who's called the Grand Master of Manmagung. Do you want my death? Or the death of the entire Banwolhoe?"

Suwol Maya answered.

"Young man of the Black Sword, it depends solely on the old man's will. It's not something you can negotiate."

Go Cheon-hwi asked the Vice President of the Banwolhoe.

“How many people are staying at the meeting?”

“Today, there are three hundred and eighty people, including the Lord.”

Go Cheon-hwi said while glaring at Suwol Maya.

“Old man, you must kill all 380 people here today to escape the Banwolhoe.”

When Black declared that he would die like Black, Madoka responded like Madoka.

Suwol Maya answered, spreading her hands wide.

“Let’s do that.”

Go Cheon-hwi quietly recited the Jinmyeongga (盡命歌) that those belonging to the Banwolhoe sing when they give up their lives.

“Brothers who have spent the dark night swinging their swords are gathered here, so fear will soon be dispelled by the light.”

The masters of the Banwolhoe, who had been sent shivers down their spines upon meeting a rare master, all recited the last line of the Jinmyeongga, prepared to die, as the master recited it.

“Fear will soon be dispelled by the light.”

Go Cheon-hui, who was sitting on the throne, soared into the air and flew away, striking Suwol Maya's face with a straight sword.

As soon as Suwol Maya grabbed the straight sword with her left hand, the blade broke······.

Soon, Go Cheon-hwi and Suwol Maya exchanged tension.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Go Cheon-hwi's body stretched out through the wall of the main hall.

Twelve swordsmen simultaneously unleashed their energies. However, none of them charged as recklessly as Go Cheon-hui. Knowing from the outset that Suwol Maya was a rare force, they took advantage of their combined attack to fiercely unleash their energies from a distance.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeek!

Boooooooooooo!

This time, Suwol Maya completely destroyed twelve pottery pieces with just the wind generated by crossing her twin swords.

Go Cheon-hwi, who was blown away by Suwol Maya's tension, spoke briefly in a voice full of internal energy.

“Banwolhoe, prepare for a night battle.”

As soon as the order was given by the commander, twelve officers simultaneously threw their weapons at Suwol Maya.

Whaaeng!

As Suwol Maya swung her hand with a cynical expression as if it were an inappropriate attack, the dark energy that had been flying towards her burst into the air.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…

From the burst fuse, black smoke rose like a cloud, covering the entire hall in black.

As Suwol Maya waved her hand with a low laugh, black smoke swirled in the air and dispersed as if being sucked into a whirlpool.

But before we knew it, the executives had all disappeared from the main hall.

Suddenly, Suwol Maya poured out her strength towards the main hall door, shattering it, and looked outside.

The Banwolhoe troops, who filled the inner court, were all wearing black hoods, their eyes shining brightly. Judging by their size, they numbered over a hundred.

Suwol Maya smiled as she looked at the black-clad men who had gathered around her.

“There are many people who will die today.”

The men in black remained silent. The vice-chairman of the Banwolhoe spoke, donning a black hood like his subordinates.

"The unannounced night guest is more skilled than the master. Cut off at least one finger. Brothers, are you ready to die?"

At Vice President's words, the men of the Banwolhoe erupted in low laughter here and there. Someone responded in a disinterested tone.

“I don’t want to die, but I can’t help it.”

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Go Cheon-hui, walking with a broken sword in his hand, entered his room with a blunt expression.

On one side of the wall hung a moon sword in the shape of a smiling person.

It was a weapon with a central handle and blades extending to the left and right, curved toward the sky.

As Go Cheon-hwi threw away the broken sword and stretched out his hand, the moon sword fell into Go Cheon-hwi's hand through the water of Heo Gong-seop.

Go Cheon-hwi walked down the hallway with the moon sword in his hand, then with a clank, he detached the handle and, holding two crescent swords in each hand, he went back to the main hall to find Suwol Maya.

Already outside, the sound of bones breaking and flesh bursting out could be heard mixed together.

It was the sound of his men dying.

Go Cheon-hwi's eyes were filled with madness, but he still gave orders in a calm voice.

“Open the gap and pour out your memorized knowledge.”

It was a command that seemed to read the entire battle situation through sound. Go Cheon-hwi continued.

"Run away and then rejoin us. You don't have to die in one blow. Sprinkle dirt and spit."

There were subordinates who could even mix poison in their saliva and spit it out.

Go Cheon-hwi passed through the main hall and the broken door, then gazed with a subdued gaze at the inner courtyard where the slaughter was taking place. His subordinates, mounted on the wall, continued to lob thin iron pins.

In the center, Nomadou was jumping around like a frog, and every time he did, three or four people were killed in one blow.

Go Cheon-hwi spoke while holding the twin moons.

“One line shift.”

As the black-clad men at the forefront, throwing their weapons, retreated, Lee Yeol advanced and threw chains and small nets that could be used to entangle the legs and arms.

At that moment, Suwol Maya, having lost her composure, unleashed a torrent of energy, a surge of energy that had been infused with her inner strength. The troops on the right, as seen by Go Cheon-hui, were all torn apart by the force, and they even pierced through the wall before flying away.

A situation where thirty to forty people lost their lives in a single blow.

In an instant, the smell of blood filled the air.

However, the fact that the air power was consumed in this way means that there are also large vulnerabilities.

Even though Go Cheon-hwi had not given an order, the officers all rose into the air and thrust their swords from various directions.

Suwol Maya's new form soared into the air like a ray of light.

At the same time, Go Cheon-hwi, who had been watching, swung his twin moons simultaneously. A dark green poisonous mist spread out from the twin moons.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

Suwol Maya annihilated the poisonous dance with her left hand, and with her right hand, poured out a strong wind forward. With the recoil, she tried to lightly land on the outer circle, but was startled and poured out the tension on the ground again.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The tiny stingers that had been laid out on the floor were now scattered by the tension and flying in all directions. The stingers, exposed in the moonlight, formed a small mountain shape.

Suwolmaya, who had been sweeping the floor as if cleaning, came down again, and only then did her complexion harden.

He checked the sole of his right foot and found a small hole.

It felt like I'd been lightly pricked by a needle. The poison that was creeping up from my foot was quickly driven away, but I couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

While Suwol Maya was driving out the poison, the black-clad men of the Banwolhoe were climbing up the wall again.

Go Cheon-hwi stood on the gate that separated the inner and outer gardens and spoke to Suwol Maya.

"Old man, did you step on it? If you did, you'll be a little dizzy. Ah, now your expression is a little more presentable. But there are still over three hundred left. Did you think you could leave in good health after slaughtering my men like this? That old bastard from Manmagung is seriously senile."

Suwol Maya's eyes were bloodshot.

'I guess I'll have to kill you first.'

As soon as Go Cheon-hwi read Suwol Maya's gaze, he spoke to his subordinates.

“Wait a minute. I’ll hold out for ten rounds by myself.”

As Suwol Maya's face hardened, Go Cheon-hwi spoke in a flat tone.

“You old fool, come at me. If you are confident that you can kill me in ten hits.”

Suwol Maya's new form disappeared, then suddenly appeared in front of Go Cheon-hwi and held out both hands.

As Go Cheon-hwi was pushed back into the inner courtyard while deliberately pouring out his wind, the two of them engaged in a chase while floating in the air.

Next, the two men, who had fallen to the center of the court, clashed, their bodies exploding with energy. However, before they could even exchange ten synergies, Vice-Chairman Bu, who had simply ignored Go Cheon-hui's orders, intervened. This signaled the rest of the officers to simultaneously rush in and brandish their swords.

Go Cheon-hwi narrowed his eyes.

'These kids! They're not listening again.'

Their subordinates were disobedient to death. The leader of the Baekya clan thrust out his sword, only to have his right arm ripped off entirely before he hurled his left sword. The right sword struck Suwol Maya's shoulder.

puck!

Baekyadanju stepped back while holding his right arm, which was bleeding profusely.

The Baekguidanju, who rushed forward as if changing hands, swung his sword vertically and spurted blood towards Suwol Maya.

Phew!

He had already suffered internal injuries, but he chewed on the poison and spit it out along with blood.

As Suwol Maya held her breath and retreated like a ghost, a fountain of blood mixed with poison spread into the air.

As the Baekguidanju staggered and fell, one of the leaders charged forward with a bizarre, dog-like crawl. Abandoning defense, he blatantly aimed for Suwol Maya's feet. It was a reckless, double-crossing plan, as if he were giving up his life entirely.

Go Cheon-hwi shouted as he caught up with Suwol Maya.

“Pung-a (風兒)!”

There was no time to shout out warnings against such reckless actions. All I could do was swing the Twin Moons, my emotions agitated by the name of the Black Wind Leader.

Suwol Maya, who had been throwing away the annoying Go Cheon-hwi who was clinging to her with all his might, kicked the officer who was aiming for her lower body.

The moment the Black Wind Leader, who I thought was acting crazy, dropped his sword, he grabbed Suwol Maya's feet with both hands and twisted them.

Crack!

Suwol Maya desperately tried to pull her foot out, but barely managed to slam down her sword and landed it on the Black Wind Leader's head.

Phew!

As the Black Wind Sword fell to the ground······.

The names of the Black Wind Clan Master burst out simultaneously from all directions.

“Black wind!”

“Your Majesty!”

“Wow!”

"older brother!"

The other executives' dexterity was simultaneously growing. It wasn't something they could have achieved with their usual skills. It was a dexterity they had cultivated through sheer force.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Suwol Maya's entire body was engulfed in the magical power of the Hardened Water Moon, deflecting all incoming attacks. Even the evil-driven attacks were unable to completely penetrate the Hardened Water Moon's energy-based net.

Suddenly, the entire Banwolhoe was enveloped in silence.

“······.”

It was a truly chilling silence.

Not only the executives, but also the black-clad men who had climbed up the walls in all directions looked at Suwol Maya, who was standing in the center, maintaining the atmosphere of Gyeonghwa Suwol, without saying a word.

Suddenly, Suwol Maya looked around.

The entire Banwolhoe was looking at him.

I couldn't tell if I was looking at a person or the pitch-black darkness. The White Night Master, with his arm severed, stood up and grabbed the straight sword with his left hand. The White Ghost Master, who had risen again in a poisoned state, grabbed the straight sword with both hands.

Suwol Maya had twisted one of her ankles and cracked the bone.

It was the achievement of a man known as the Black Wind Leader in the Banwolhoe who gave up his life.

Go Cheon-hwi raised the twin moons he held in his left hand, poured all his energy into them, and threw them at Suwol Maya.

Phew!

A pair of twin moons flew at incredible speed, pierced the air barrier, and trembled as they floated in the air.

All the subordinates felt the same way.

The entire Banwolhoe was planning to throw down their weapons and engage in a melee like the Black Wind Leader until they were all dead.

The entire Banwolhoe troops surrounding Suwol Maya threw their weapons in all directions, east, west, south, and north, with their energy infused into them.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

At the same time, the blade of the weapon floating in the air rushed forward, reflecting the moonlight.

As Suwol Maya unleashed her energy, she infused even more energy into the Hardened Suwol. Even if she tried to run away, one of her ankles would be twisted, making it difficult to shake off the pursuit.

The weapons pouring in from all directions struck the protective shield of the Gyeonghwasuwol.

Pok! Pok! Chakang! Pok! Pok! Pok! Pok! Pok! Pok! Pok! Pok!

Most of the weapons were bouncing off, and the short-ranged masters were stuck in the shield with weapons. The back of the stuck weapons were being pushed in by another man's thrown weapons.

Meanwhile, Go Cheon-hwi slowly walked in a circle and glared at Suwol Maya. He was calmly searching for any loopholes in Suwol Maya's defenses.

If we didn't end it here, all of these crazy subordinates would rush in like the Black Wind Master and we would all die in vain.

So this time I had to finish it.

Then, all the weapons flew away, and the entire Banwolhoe rushed towards Suwol Maya like a swarm of pitch-black ants.

Suwol Maya muttered with a dejected expression.

“These crazy kids······.”

Suwol Maya stretched out her arms left and right, then unleashed a fierce blast of her twin swords. The bodies of those rushing in from all directions were blown to pieces.

“······!”

Suddenly, Go Cheon-hwi disappeared from sight of Suwol Maya, who was recklessly firing off her sword.

My stomach lurched. Suwol Maya suddenly turned around, her hands reaching out to Go Cheon-hui. Go Cheon-hui's sword struck Suwol Maya's neck first.

Phew!

The head of the great general of Manmagung, Suwol Maya, rose into the pitch-black night sky.