Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 143

Episode 143

Yishin, Baekdo may or may not be the pinnacle of wisdom 2

There was a man running with a smile and another man chasing after him with a frown.

A man who is happy is a god, and a man who is suffering is a magician.

Even while being chased by the ambassador of Manmagung, he was enjoying the surrounding scenery, so no one could deny that Yishin's lightness was the best in the world.

Yishin enjoyed the mountain scenery, closed his eyes and smelled the flowers, and occasionally picked and ate fruits like wild strawberries as he ran.

He was a man who didn't lack anything while running.

The only problem was urine.

But enduring something wasn't that difficult, since it was the specialty of the shaman. He enjoyed cultivating his internal energy so much that he often stayed motionless for three or four days, eating only the morning meal. This was a common occurrence.

So, after a long time, Yishin ran around and saw the world.

"Wow, the building has changed. There used to be a teahouse there, but it's now a guesthouse. The tea wasn't very good, though. If the owner is still the same, the guesthouse will surely fail again."

Suddenly, the spirit tilted his head to the side, and a boulder, imbued with a powerful force, flew past. The spirit twisted his wrist and unleashed a gust of wind, causing the flying boulder to change course and crash down onto the river.

Tadadadadadadadadadang·········.

A stone bounced across the river and spread out.

Suddenly, the god of war that had risen into the air spun around and thrust his twin swords at the unidentified weapon that the demon had thrown.

It was a sickle I picked up on the ground while passing by a farmhouse.

After Yisin deflected the scythe, the aftershock of the wind widened the distance between them. Meanwhile, Yisin observed the expression on the old man's face as he pursued him.

Although his expression was not good, not a single drop of sweat was shedding from his forehead.

'This isn't your average devil.'

Originally, Yishin was a man without enemies. But seeing him pursue me with such a desperate determination, I thought he must be a mad old man from the Demonic Realm.

'He is truly a formidable opponent.'

The pursuer had exhausted his internal energy for seven days and nights, while Yishin's internal energy had recharged while he ran, so there was no change. Occasionally, he checked the expression on the demon's face and then ran again, repeating the cycle.

Yishin was truly the pinnacle of stubbornly crazy men.

In the meantime, Yishin smiled faintly as the magician dog persistently followed him.

'By the way, you're really following along well.'

Never before has an angry fanatic been so persistent in his pursuit.

As Yisin ran to find a quiet place, he noticed a lush field of reeds across the river.

If we fought there, it seemed like it wouldn't cause any damage to the surrounding area.

It was clearly the demon slayer chasing them······.

Yishin had no intention of letting this old man go so easily.

As the sunset was beginning to seep into the river's surface, the doctor spoke to the magician as if telling him to listen.

“It’s a flying dragon crossing the river.”

The demon who had been chasing Yishin for seven days and nights narrowed his eyes.

'It's the Biryongdo River······.'

As soon as Yisin shouted, “Biryongdo River,” he soared into the air and flew over the river that was over thirty jang (approximately 90 meters) wide in an instant.

It wasn't a declaration of attack, but rather a declaration of jumping over the river. Now that I think about it, it's a remarkably simple statement: a dragon flying across a river.

Yishin lightly landed on the other side of the river and stared blankly at the magician without running away.

Yishin was a man who had no fear from the beginning.

The man who had been running away day and night suddenly stood upright and looked at the magician, and he looked like a great general.

Yishin scolded the magician from across the river.

"You're the first person I've ever seen chase someone for seven days and nights, threatening to kill them. I can't even fathom the viciousness of your heart."

The magician was not mentally prepared, so he stood blankly by the riverside for a moment, looking at the god.

"Look, Yisin, you ran away, so I'm chasing you. Why does someone called Samsin keep running away like this? I'm only chasing you to test my martial arts skills."

The doctor replied.

"The old man of the magic world is underestimating me. How could I be fooled by your lies? From the very first words you spoke, you were filled with murderous intent. Your murderous intent has made even the noodles tasteless. If you had room for reform, you would have reflected on yourself during the seven days and nights you ran. And yet you lie… Good. This is the first time I've fought anyone since the Battle of Orung, but I must break the bond of murder today."

When the magician did not easily cross the river, Yishin stretched out both hands forward and said.

"You could have run across the Silk Road to the Western Regions. Get across before I change my mind. I'll give you a hard time."

Yishin began to perform movements that were either martial arts or martial arts with a serious expression, moving very slowly.

The magician opened his eyes wide.

'Taichi?'

The martial arts displayed by Yishin were similar to the Tai Chi of the Wudang sect, but were much slower than those displayed by the Wudang sect's Taoist masters.

In reality, when Yisin participated in the Oreung Grand Battle, the martial arts he had been using were in disarray, so he had been refining and using Taekwondo on his own, having received instruction from the shaman Jang Mun-in. In other words, he was not actually a shaman.

Yishin liked the fact that Taekwondo's martial arts were just slow.

It was a leisurely martial art.

The magician looked at the doctor with a frown.

'Is this a trick?'

The demon might have launched a surprise attack while attempting to cross the water. However, the demon believed he could counterattack from the air, so he retreated slightly from the riverbank.

It was necessary to have some distance to increase speed.

As Yishin silently unleashed his Tai Chi moves with movements even slower than those of the shamans of the shamanic faction, the demon slayer ran fiercely and soared into the air.

The spirit of the demon king, who saw the demon king floating in the air, moved like a turtle and slowly extended his fist towards the demon king.

The moment the fist stops in mid-air······.

Yishin, who saw the magician in the air cross his arms and take a defensive stance, began to run away again while performing lightness techniques.

The magician's face instantly distorted.

"ah······."

The magician, who had lost momentum while taking a defensive stance in the middle, fell onto the river, twisted his body in the air, and unleashed a gust of wind in the opposite direction.

The river rose like a huge wave, and the aftermath of the strong wind brought the body of the magician to the place where Yishin was practicing Tai Chi.

The magician gritted his teeth and looked up at the sky for a moment.

“How can someone like this······.”

Are you talking about the three gods?

I had to calm my mind for a moment because I never thought there would be a man like this in the world.

Suddenly, the demon lord looked around with a murderous gaze, wondering if there were any men he could kill. However, Yisin had been running only to places where no one was visible for some time. Moreover, after running for seven days and nights, he had no idea where he was.

The magician runs again in the direction where the spirit disappeared.

Yishin quickly gained some distance and then went into the reed field to urinate.

“That bastard.”

It would be nice if the water flow from the lower part of the body stopped at an appropriate time, but since it was the first time in a long time that I had to urinate, there was no sign of it stopping and it poured out like a waterfall.

"ah!"

As Yishin unconsciously applied strength, the waterfall grew thicker.

Shoooooooooooo············!

'Now that it's come to this, I'll give it my all.'

Yishin opened his eyes wide.

It was more serious than when he ran away. He could have been killed while urinating, so he concentrated on urinating and quickly straightened his pants.

“I almost died.”

Just then, the magician flew in, flipping the reeds left and right in an instant, and unleashed a flurry of attacks. Having only had this opportunity for days, he had no intention of resorting to trickery or even a famous technique. He simply poured his energy into an honest attack, hoping to fight.

Yishin also extended his right hand normally.

Kwaaaa …

The place where the two people were standing was swept by a circular wave of air, and the surrounding reeds began to lie down in a circle. Then, the entire reed field was swept away by the wave and blown away.

The spirit that had been holding on for a moment was thrown back as if it could not overcome the tension of the magician.

But his expression didn't waver at all.

Instead, he was laughing.

"joy······."

From the time I started at the noodle restaurant until now, I have never once thought that I would lose.

Come to think of it, twenty years had passed since the Battle of Orung. Even during that battle, his internal energy was unparalleled. Now, he was at an age where he didn't need to boast about the depth of his martial arts. The spirit, who had taken a stance in the air, immediately launched into a light-hearted attack as soon as he touched the ground.

The magician shouted.

"stop!"

Yishin stopped walking and looked at the magician with a faint smile. The magician extended his hand and spoke cautiously, as if trying to calm the madman.

"I've definitely lost the light-hearted fight. Your light-heartedness is truly the best in the world, and you truly live up to your reputation. How about competing in something else?"

The magician swallowed his saliva once, afraid that the god would run away again.

The doctor replied.

“I wonder?”

“I wish that were so.”

Yishin asked with a blunt expression, carrying his luggage behind his back.

“Old Master, then would you like to challenge me to a poetry contest first?”

The magician replied.

“I’m not good at poetry, so there’s no need for that. Let’s just say you won that one too.”

Yishin looked at the magician and asked.

“Then, would you like to sing a song you usually enjoy?”

"What on earth are you talking about when it comes to singing? Old man doesn't usually sing."

“When we enjoy each other’s songs, and the one who admires more declares defeat, that is also a joy that is not easy in everyday life.”

“There’s no need for that. I don’t know any songs.”

The doctor asked.

“That’s too bad. What’s your nickname?”

The magician responded obediently.

“The old man’s nickname is Jianzi.”

Yishin spoke in a calm tone.

"Look, Elder Jianzi, you can live without reading poetry or singing. Good. Then let's compete in what you do best."

The magician quickly responded.

“Of course it’s martial arts.”

Yishin nodded.

"Martial arts… Since Gwangsin, you're the first person in my life to have pursued me with such urgency. Your martial arts skills are impressive, even without a proper examination. You are truly a master of martial arts. In the world of martial arts, the only men who can match your martial arts skills are Gwangsin and Geomshin."

Yishin pointed at the magician with his finger.

“Even the martial arts leader Yoo Jeong-hong is one level below you.”

The magician nodded.

“Of course.”

"But why do you seek to kill me with such outstanding martial arts skills? If I have any sins, it's only that I fought against Cheonma once in the Battle of Orung. Are you the man who had a connection to Cheonma back then?"

The magician replied.

“He was a disciple of all of us.”

At the words 'all of us', Yishin let out a deep sigh for the first time.

The doctor said.

"That Heavenly Demon massacred innocent civilians in Gamcheon, Yeonan, and Buhyeon, and attacked several sects, killing even young disciples. That was why I stopped training and entered the martial arts world. The Heavenly Demon's martial arts were truly exceptional. Even the Sword God and the Gwangsin, whom I had always feared, combined their powers to defeat him, so I joined them. How could a man with such outstanding martial arts not be respected by all and die with his limbs torn to shreds? That's because masters like you, while teaching martial arts well, never taught him poetry, never sang songs, and never taught him the joys of the world or the proper ways of human beings. Therefore, it was masters like you who killed the Heavenly Demon, not us, the Three Gods. We worked hard to catch those who had strayed from the path of humanity, hoping that the powerless could live their lives faithfully. As a result, no major incidents have occurred in the martial arts world for the past twenty years. Old Master Jianzi recalls the old days. “You came out and tried to kill me… Do you think your fate will be any different from that of your former disciple, Cheonma?”

This time, the magician looked at Yisin without saying anything.

The doctor's words continued.

"What were your thoughts, old man, as you ran together for seven days and nights? I gazed at the mountains and rivers for the first time in a long while, and I admired the moon, rarely seen so brightly, several times. The night air was cool, and the dawn fog had its own charm. When I ate wild strawberries, you quickly followed suit. How did they taste?"

When the magician didn't answer, Yishin frowned.

"You, you can't even say it's delicious? Why is that? I ran through the mountains and fields, admiring the wildflowers and marveling at the sunlight reflecting off the river, until I arrived here, but you ran for seven days and nights with the sole intention of killing me? I will fully acknowledge the martial arts prowess you desire to prove. You are a rare, peerless master. If using your exceptional skills to kill people is your life and you intend to never change, then I will tell you one thing for sure: you cannot kill me. Not only light martial arts, but even martial arts have always been like that."

The magician asked back with a blank expression.

“Is that true for martial arts too?”

The doctor also questioned.

"You ran for seven days and nights, and you couldn't catch up with me. What confidence can you have? I even waited for you several times when I lost my way. Do you understand? I ran for seven days and nights for you."

Yishin looked at the magician blankly.

The magician, who had been listening silently for a long time, asked.

“What have we been fighting for so far?”

The doctor replied.

“It was a battle between your magic way and my white way.”

Suddenly, the magician sat down on a large rock and gazed at the reeds swaying in the wind. It was a bland sight.

The magician looked at the doctor and asked.

“Who won?”

Yishin replied with a sly smile.

“I don’t know.”

“Why do you say you don’t know?”

“It depends on your mind.”

The magician asked in a tone of request for instruction.

"Why does it depend on my heart? It's a fight."

At this moment, Yishin put all his heart into the game.

"If you still want to kill me, then the devil has won. If you've given up on killing me, then my white sword has won. It depends on your will. I'm curious, too. Elder Jianzi, who won?"

Suddenly, the magician looked at Yisin and closed his eyes for a moment.

A long sigh escaped the magician's mouth.

As the magician sat on the rock, lost in thought, the god sat cross-legged on a rock a short distance away and quietly closed his eyes.

The reeds, blown by the wind, wandered between the magic island and the white island.