Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 142

Episode 142

Yishin, Baekdo may or may not be the pinnacle of wisdom. 1

Go Cheon-hwi collapsed before the corpse of Black Wind Lord and gazed at his face for a moment. He couldn't believe that the man who had been so disobedient and playful was dead. He felt a lump in his throat, as if something was stuck in his throat.

It was difficult to accept the death of Black Wind Lord.

But on the other hand, I felt like I knew all too well why Black Wind Lord was fighting like this.

"Pung-ah, it seems you saved forty or fifty more lives. The Banwolhoe owes you a debt."

Because the Black Wind Lord fought like this, his subordinates changed. Suddenly, Go Cheon-hwi remembered what the Lord of the Winds needed to do and gave various orders to his subordinates.

“Let’s check on the injured first.”

"yes."

The entire Banwolhoe waited for the leader to speak. Go Cheon-hui turned to the executives and spoke.

"Gather a detailed account of the events surrounding the attack by the Manmagung masters, and relay it to the Black Sword faction, the White Sword sect, the Murim Alliance, and the Palryongmun, as well as to the Underworld. Tell them how many of us died, how they killed him, and what this old man said when he approached. They'll make the judgment call. And the Underworld referred to him as a great master. That must mean he's more than just one. There was no reason for the Manmagung to target me in the first place. That means they likely set out to eliminate all the top martial arts masters. I understand. You have the skills to do that. The key is that they don't approach like assassins. Biryongdanju, you should spread the news everywhere. Use whatever you can, whether it's messengers or carrier pigeons. Go first."

“I obey your orders.”

Go Cheon-hwi made a sour expression.

If it were up to him, he would have set a date and launched a simultaneous attack. Therefore, there was a high chance that the other masters would also be attacked before the letter or messenger arrived.

Still, I was determined to do what I had to do.

As the injured began to leave the scene after receiving first aid and assistance from their colleagues, Go Cheon-hui was left with relatively few injured subordinates.

Only then did Go Cheon-hwi look at the decapitated corpse of Suwol Maya and speak.

"Cut off all his limbs, put them on long spears, and send him on a tour of the martial world. Write 'Old Man of Manmagung' on the flag… Announce to the entire martial world that the Banwolhoe has died. Tell them to prepare for death, for this is a dangerous undertaking."

"yes."

However, Go Cheon-hwi was also prepared to die.

"Manmagung started it, but for this to end, I must die, and the entire Banwolhoe must die. Find Manmagung and prepare to go out into the world of martial arts. Inform your friendly sects and brothers in other places."

The entire Banwolhoe responded to Go Cheon-hwi's words.

"All right."

Go Cheon-hwi, who gave various orders to his subordinates, actually had other thoughts.

'It's definitely not just me they're after. The closest ones are the shaman and the volcano…'

Manmagung had disturbed the beehive known as Heukdo. The leader of the beehive, filled with venom, stared blankly at his dead subordinates.

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There are three gods in the world of martial arts.

A man called a god because of his sword, a man called a god because of his madness, and a man called a god because of his medical skills that save people.

Among them, the last one is Yisin.

He was also known by the nicknames "Saengsa-myeong-i" (Life and Death Doctor) and "Gu-sa-il-saeng" (Nine Deaths, One Life). Rumors spread that he could save the dying, and that if you happened to meet him, you could be saved by a narrow escape from death, so his very existence was called "Gu-sa-il-saeng" (Nine Deaths, One Life).

But in reality, he is a quack congressman.

Most cases were saved not by renowned medical techniques, but by instilling inner strength. Therefore, I couldn't, and didn't have the skills to, perform the daily tasks of a typical doctor.

The only thing he did as a member of the council was to occasionally revive the injured martial arts masters, but the results were so miraculous that he was called a doctor.

He was the youngest of the three gods and a man with little interest in martial arts.

The very existence of the doctor was ambiguous, as if truth and lies were mixed together, so to some he seemed like a helpless old man, and to others he seemed like a middle-aged man living without a plan.

But if this man hadn't been there, the Orung Grand Battle would have been even more difficult.

Because he was active while instilling internal energy into the Sword God and the Gwangsin. Who would dare to instill internal energy into these two gods?

Only the will of God could do it.

Moreover, Yishin had a disease that caused his internal energy to recover faster than others.

Could it be the result of temperament, chance, obsession, and immersion?

Even on a normal day, my internal energy overflowed beyond my dantian's capacity. Therefore, treating martial artists often meant sharing their overflowing energy, which was uncontrollable.

Even before he grew a beard, Yishin enjoyed building up his internal energy. He wandered through deep mountains and valleys in search of elixirs and ate them. He then created a method of building up internal energy called Samramansangchukgibeop (森羅萬象築氣法), which allowed him to build up his internal energy explosively.

Even if I wanted to teach this to someone, there was no man I could learn from.

Because it was different from general martial arts.

In some ways, he could be called a rare man, walking the path of a hermit alone. This was possible because his thoughts and mental world were so pure and transparent.

If he had a fiery temperament like Gwangsin or Geomsin, he would have been the best in the world long ago, but because he only focused on things he liked, he didn't feel much interest in anything other than building up his internal energy.

Because of this, he was the lowest among the three gods, and in terms of internal energy alone, he was already the best in the world.

Even compared to the great masters of Manmagung, Yishin was unrivaled in one area: internal energy.

Yishin was such a eccentric director.

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The master of Manmagung who discovered such a god was the great master of the Demonic Path Dog, who could be said to be the last of the three Demonic Path Dogs.

If the Magical Prince had the air of a great general with a noble air.

The appearance of the magician itself gave off an ominous feeling that he was no ordinary person.

At least the appearance of the magician looked like that of a hunched, old martial artist whom everyone feared. His face was ugly, like a dog's, and his wrinkles were so thick that it was hard to look at.

He was a man who was literally worthy of the strange nickname, "son of a dog."

Even after discovering the god of medicine, the magician had no way of confirming whether the other man was the god of medicine. The great man, a member of the Three Gods, was eating noodles alone in a small noodle shop.

There was no force and no escort.

His clothes were not very presentable, and it was strange that he looked younger than he had heard.

No matter how you estimate his age, he was in his late forties or early fifties, but his hair was tied back like a young man's, giving him a somewhat stylish look.

In any case, who would the ambassador of Manmagung be afraid of?

The magician sat down across from Yisin, who was eating noodles alone, and asked him out of the blue.

“Are you a doctor?”

Yishin replied, wrapping the noodles around his chopsticks.

“Who are you?”

The magician looked at the doctor with a blank expression.

"There's no way this guy is a Samshin. Even his smiling face makes him look like an idiot. Is the princess's information wrong?"

He was a strange man, with no sense of caution or fear at all.

Manmagung had a rough idea of where the three gods resided. Locating Gwangsin proved the most difficult, while Geomsin and Yisin's haunts were relatively consistent.

'I think this guy is right······.'

Horororok······.

As Yishin chewed and swallowed the noodles, he looked at the magician with clear eyes.

The magician asked again.

“Are you a god of medicine, one of the three gods?”

After Yishin drank the soup, he answered with an innocent expression.

“That’s a top secret in the martial arts world, how could an ugly old man know?”

The sage asked.

“Why is that a secret?”

"It's been a long time. Yu Jeong-hong would have recognized me, but no matter how I look at it, the old man doesn't seem like Yu Jeong-hong's subordinate. He also looks older than Yu Jeong-hong. You're probably even older than me."

The magician let out a short sigh.

"Ah, that's right. This is Yisang. They say he's the best in the martial arts world, and it's true."

The demon lord looked at the god with a dejected expression. He couldn't believe this man was the pinnacle of Baekdo. He had left Manma Palace, imagining a fierce confrontation with the renowned Samsin.

What is a dog? It literally means the son of a dog.

Among the great masters of Manmagung Palace, the one who stood out in terms of brutality was none other than the Demon King. And with that same temperament, he taught, tortured, and raised the mad demon. The man the mad demon most desperately wanted to kill was the Demon King.

However, as soon as the magician met the god, he started having useless and worthless conversations.

As the demon glared at him endlessly, Yishin asked while finishing his noodles.

“What a strange old man. Did he come here to kill me?”

The magician replied, feeling ominous that he was being psychologically manipulated by the doctor.

"then?"

Yishin shook his head and replied.

“That is impossible.”

The magician asked.

“Do you know who Nobu is? Are you saying it’s impossible?”

Yishin said this while neatly placing his chopsticks in the bowl from which even the soup had been emptied.

"Ugly old man, it doesn't matter who you are. It's just impossible."

Suddenly, the Demon Lord realized the battle formation was flawed. It would be best for the Demon Lord, with his broader mentality, to come and deal with this man himself.

The emotions that the magician was feeling were truly strange.

It felt as if I were witnessing with my own eyes the materialized, vast White Way. The man himself seemed like a blank sheet of paper, with nothing written on it. I assumed he must have possessed an immense depth of spiritual cultivation, or perhaps he was born this way. Even life and death seemed insignificant in the presence of the spirit, and the Demonic Demon suddenly felt a sense of suffocation, as if trapped in a vast, white space.

As the magician's gaze changed slightly······.

Yishin suddenly got up, shouted at the guest, and then began to run away using his lightness technique.

“Hey, it’s trauma!”

Jeom So-i also shouted.

“Sir! Another trauma!”

As Yishin moved away, his voice grew hoarse like a string of taffy.

"Yeah. You punk, it's on credit. The noodles taste so bad. This is food, too."

The magician stood up with a bewildered expression and stared at Jeomsoi with his mouth half-open. The insignificant Jeomsoi seemed unaware that the trauma he'd just endured had cost him his life.

Yishin had fled, fearing that if they fought here, everyone in the inn would die. After gathering his panic, the demon pursued Yishin and unleashed a lightness attack. He changed his mind.

The opponent is the pinnacle of Baekdo.

He is a survivor of the Battle of Orung.

He is the man who killed the former Cheonma, who was called a genius.

Moreover, none of the magician's power, words, atmosphere, or presence affected Yishin. After realizing he had met the greatest opponent of his life, the magician furiously launched a lightness attack and pursued Yishin.

Anyway, I had to keep my promise to the ambassadors.

Because it was a matter of pride.

He caught up with the spirit of the god who was running ahead in an instant, but he wasn't close enough to launch an attack. He unleashed a barrage of blasts and gusts of wind along the way, but each time, his attacks failed to reach him and the distance between them grew wider.

The distance between them was only gradually narrowed when the Magician focused solely on lightness. The Magician, flustered, tried to calm Yisin down in a calm tone.

“Look here, Yishin, stop this lightness. Let’s have a martial arts showdown.”

The doctor running ahead answered clearly in a voice filled with inner strength.

"Lightness is my specialty. In the martial arts world, my lightness is unrivaled. I could run away all night. You picked the wrong opponent. Gwangsin, no matter how angry this crazy old man gets, he can't keep up with me. Hahaha…"

It was as if he had been chased by a fanatic many times.

The magician took a deep breath, then concentrated and ran. The two masters, who had reached the pinnacle of martial arts, began a light-hearted duel.

It's getting dark.

The moon is rising.

Until dawn······.

Two people ran.

The sun rose again, and as it set again, the moon we had seen yesterday peeked its head out and looked at the two of them again.

'Still running.'

The dizzying moonlight poured down, illuminating the path the two men were running along for a long time. Even the moon couldn't tell when they would stop.