Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 148

Episode 148

King of Power, escape is impossible for both of you

It was dawn when Danwoosung arrived at the foot of Guhwasan Mountain. How quickly had he arrived? He felt as if he had to pause for a moment and wait for his internal organs to return to their original state. It felt different from the feeling of exhaustion.

Danwoo-seong stood there for a moment, listening intently to Guhwasan. He was trying to quietly hear how Guhwasan breathed.

Danwoo Sung also inhaled and exhaled using the breathing technique taught by Yishin. After a while, Danwoo Sung, breathing along with Guhwasan, headed toward the safe house where Lee Ja-eon and his friends were staying.

Because I didn't know who would be on Mt. Guhwasan, I deliberately climbed the mountain with quiet steps.

Then, suddenly, Dan Woo-seong realized that what had happened up until now was not a simple series of coincidences.

Why did it have to be Guhwasan again?

The place where Lee Jin-eon opened his eyes in his physical body was Guhwasan Mountain.

It was said that the best magicians would gather here, so Danwoo-seong couldn't help but feel strange.

As a human being, I can't help but have somewhat negative thoughts.

I wondered if I would wake up on Mount Guhwa, accomplish some fateful task, and then close my eyes on Mount Guhwa again. But I quickly shook off these negative thoughts.

Danwoo Sung lived a life of extreme hardship over the short period of time. As a result, he encountered a series of improbable coincidences and connections.

A situation where you gain the strength to not die easily even if you want to die.

Because right now, if we were to mention the best of Baekdo as the Four Gods, we would have to include Danwoo Seong.

That's why the ambassadors were curious about Danwoo Seong.

This is because Yishin had specifically stated that they had fought for seven days and nights. Therefore, Danwoo-seong assumed that the masters' realm was similar to that of Samshin.

We arrived at Anga, but fortunately, Guhwasan was still quiet.

The situation is that dawn is already breaking.

Come to think of it, I wondered if Li Ziyan had discovered Sima Ji and Zhu Ziliang's true identities. It wasn't something I cared about in these times. I'd made the arrangements with the hope that Li Ziyan would be successful, and since their lives were at stake, I planned to quickly withdraw from Mount Guhwa with everyone.

Danwoo-seong said as he entered Anga.

“Jaeon-ah.”

Lee Ja-eon, who was about to go out to practice before the sun rose, immediately responded from somewhere.

"older brother?"

Suddenly, Danwoo-seong smiled.

Because it was strange to be up at this hour.

Lee Ja-eon, who had been satiating her early-morning hunger with a rice ball, appeared with grains of rice clinging to her mouth. In a low tone befitting the early morning, she asked.

“Brother, what’s going on at this hour of the morning?”

As soon as he spoke, Lee Ja-eon's face turned pale.

“What’s going on at home?”

Danwoo Seong responded calmly.

"Nothing's wrong. I heard something big was going to happen at Guhwasan soon, so I came to pick you up. Wake up all the family members. Leave your luggage where it is. We'll just grab our travel expenses and then we'll leave."

Lee Ja-eon said.

"Understood. There were only two of us, but we sent them back a while ago. Now, I'm the only one eating, cleaning, cultivating, and so on. I need to let the Masters know first."

Danwoo Sung suddenly looked at Lee Ja-eon's expression.

'Did you notice?'

Lee Ja-eon said nonchalantly.

“Brother, go and see. The other day, you were so excited that you hit me and your beard fell off, so I now know the whole story.”

"ha ha ha······."

“Why are you laughing, brother?”

"no."

Lee Ja-eon also suddenly looked at his older brother with a smiling face.

"My brothers have suffered a lot because of me. I've been beaten a lot. I still don't know if I've become a better person or not, but I've learned a lot. Big Brother."

Danwoo-seong nodded while looking at Lee Ja-eon.

"Okay. You've worked hard. Let's go home now."

Lee Ja-eon answered, unable to hide the joy on his face that was visible through his thick beard.

“Let’s go. Home.”

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“Extreme, precious.”

This side was also preparing for training from dawn.

It had been so long since they'd seen each other again. Instead of asking why they'd suddenly come, Sima Ji and Zhu Liang ran up to Duan Wuxing, holding each other's arms as they looked at each other.

“The three members of the dog car class are alive and reunited!”

“There’s no Gu Woongman.”

“How is everyone?”

"of course."

Sima Ji asked.

“What’s going on?”

Danwoo-seong nodded.

"There's a rumor that the best magicians are gathering at Guhwasan. Let's get down quickly. I'll tell you all about it as we go."

Sima Ji and Zhu Liang nodded.

“Then we should run away quickly.”

Dan Woo-seong descended Guhwasan Mountain with three people. It was barely morning. As the four chatted on their way down, Dan Woo-seong told them what had happened.

This was the word that Izaeon and her friends could not understand the most.

"You're saying you're one of the top ten martial arts masters? What the hell are you talking about? How come you keep getting stronger every time I see you?"

Although Sima Ji and Zhu Ziliang were greatly shocked, Li Ziyan was the one who felt the most bewildered.

"I was stronger when I was younger, wasn't I? Now I'm one of the top ten martial arts masters? Who got beat by me? My older brother?"

Danwoo Seong said calmly.

“I guess so.”

For a moment, Lee Ja-eon gazed blankly at the Guhwasan Mountain, which was slowly receding into the distance, with a hazy look in her eyes.

'The problem wasn't the volcano. It wasn't where it was.'

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As the day began to get dark.

Danwoo-seong, who had made his way quite far from Guhwasan, planned to have an early dinner with the three of them before departing for the Milky Way. Entering a quiet inn, he ordered drinks and food, and rambled on about the past events. It felt like a rare trip.

When the sunlight coming in through the entrance of the guest house was turning into sunset.

For a moment, the inside of the guest house became dark.

A man was standing at the entrance to the inn.

Danwoo-seong's eyes naturally turned towards the entrance while he was eating.

An old man with narrow eyes and a gentle expression came in, sat down in a corner, and looked at Jeomsoi.

“Please take my order.”

"yes."

The old man placed an unsightly longsword on the table.

Danwoo Sung found the old man's calm demeanor and voice impressive. However, he had a bad feeling, so he quickly finished his meal and stood up, leaving behind his drink.

"let's go."

“Brother, there’s some alcohol left.”

“Isn’t it a long way to go? It’s better to drink moderately.”

Lee Ja-eon nodded.

“Okay. It’s been a while since I last drank, so I’m starting to get tipsy. Let’s go.”

Just before the three of them and Danwoo left the inn, the old man asked in a calm tone.

“Which sect are the young people disciples of?”

Lee Ja-eon responded in a relaxed tone.

"Sir, we are not affiliated with any sect. We are my older brother and his friends."

In Lee Ja-eon's eyes, he just looked like a cool old man.

The old man turned his head and looked at Lee Ja-eon.

“Really? Then which Sega’s youth are they?”

“It’s not even Sega. It’s······.”

Just as Lee Ja-eon was about to say, "The Galaxy's Top," Dan Woo-seong grabbed her arm. Lee Ja-eon blurted out, as if boasting of her pure intellect.

"ah!"

There was no way Danwoo Sung wouldn't recognize Go Soo. Lee Ja-eon, too, had a knack for intuition, and only then did she shut her mouth. But the awkwardness in the atmosphere was unavoidable.

Danwoo Seong said while looking at the quick-witted Sima Geuk.

"You three, go ahead. I have an appointment, so I'll have to stay longer."

Sima Geuk nodded while looking at Danwoo Seong as if he would go first.

The old man smiled as he looked at Danwoo Seong's back.

"You interrupted me when I asked you a question. Let me ask you one last time. What faction are you descendants of?"

Jeomsoi, who had been observing the situation for a while until the food arrived, sighed inwardly. It seemed like a situation where martial artists were clashing.

'Why do you always fight in the guest house?'

There was no choice.

They were places where people could drink tea, drink alcohol, and eat meals, and since each inn had a bathroom, it was a place that even those from the distant world would inevitably stop by frequently. The inns were, and will continue to be, places where people from the distant world frequently caused trouble. These incidents will likely continue until the demise of the martial world and the name "inn" fades away.

Danwoo Seong turned around at the entrance and spoke to the old man with his back to the sunset.

“These are the warriors of the Namgung family.”

The old man said as he poured himself a glass of water and drank it.

"Namgung… Don't be surprised. I just wanted to ask you something. Come here and sit down. I'll send the kids away."

“Let’s do that.”

The old man looked at Danwoo and asked.

"I'm searching for the whereabouts of the Iron-Blooded Swordsman, a renowned swordsman in the martial arts world. If you're from the Namgung family, I think you'll know. Even if it's old news, I don't mind."

Danwoo Seong replied.

“Why are you looking for the Iron Blood Sword Master’s whereabouts?”

The old man looked at Danwoo and tapped his sword.

“Could there be any other reason?”

It means to compete.

In these times, a man of such age was willing to compete with the sword master, and Dan Woo-seong had no intention of leaving. He sat down across from the old man and asked.

“Please tell me your nickname.”

The honorifics in the language changed, but the old man didn't care.

“Why the nickname?”

“I should tell Senior Geomje when I see him.”

The old man spoke while carefully observing Danwoo Seong's expression, eyes, and atmosphere while resting his chin on his hand.

“The old man said, ‘The golden sword lasts a night.’”

“I’ve never heard of this before.”

“It seems the young man knows most of the nicknames of the martial arts masters.”

“The strong know.”

“Does that mean I’m strong, but I have a nickname you haven’t heard of?”

"exactly."

Geumgeomilya asked, tilting her head slightly.

“Can you see me? No way.”

There aren't many masters in the martial world who can measure the abilities of the ambassadors. Of course, the man who faced the sword emperor, Geumgeomilya, was also the golden master of the Five Elements Horses of the Manmagung Palace.

Geumgeomilya and Danwoosung stared at each other intently.

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Where on earth can we find the whereabouts of the sword master?

Even the masters of Baekdo had difficulty locating the Sword Master, so the possibility of Master Geum finding him was extremely slim. There were ways to do so. One option was to perpetrate massacres in the Sword Master's name to force him to come find them, or to pressure intelligence agencies into searching for him in every direction.

However, this is a method to choose only when in a hurry.

Geumgeomilya leisurely searched for the sword master's whereabouts, seemingly unconcerned by the time it took. If he couldn't find him, he planned to enter Mount Guhwa and discuss the matter with the other masters. As far as Geumgeomilya knew, he wasn't the only one struggling to find a rival.

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Geumgeomilya asked.

"Young man, who are the ten greatest martial artists in the world? I'd like to hear from you, since you seem to know most of them."

Danwoo Seong replied.

“I heard that he was a god of medicine, a fanatic, a swordsman, a swordsman, a great swordsman, a sword master, a half-moon master, the best in Fujian, the leader of the Ming sect, and a king of martial arts.”

Geumgeomilya asked with a smile.

“That’s interesting. So, out of those ten, what’s your nickname?”

“I think you already know.”

"Just in case. The youngest of the top ten masters, the heir to the Galaxy's top tier, is so young. Of course, I also just learned that your nickname is Fist King."

Danwoo-seong nodded and asked.

“What is your position among the ambassadors, Elder?”

Geumgeomilya replied.

"We'll have to compete with the other ambassadors. We don't know."

“It looks like there’s a draw. Who is my opponent in the last place?”

Geumgeomilya said.

"You will face the Manmagungju directly. He may be our disciple, but officially, he is the leader of the Manmagung. This will be an honorable match for the lower ranks. He is impeccable in his abilities."

Danwoo Sung blurted out something he didn't mean.

"I see. Then I'll deal with the Manma Palace Lord, and we'll meet again later, alive. It would be nice if the victors met at Mount Guhwa. What do you think?"

Geumgeomilya laughed.

"Young man, is there really any need for that? I can deal with you while the Manma Princess searches for the Sword Emperor. Would the Princess truly be saddened by your death? You killed Wi Ji-cheon and Yeon Ja-heun…"

Danwoo Seong looked at Geumgeomilya.

"Then let's not fight in a confined space and hurt innocent people. Let's go to a wider area."

“Escape will be difficult.”

Dan Woo-seong reached out with his left hand toward the bottle of liquor he'd left behind earlier. The bottle flew out through the magic of the Ihwa Shingong and was caught in Dan Woo-seong's hand. Dan Woo-seong filled his own glass and the glass of Geumgeomilya.

"It seems like escaping will be difficult for both of us. Let's drink and get up."