Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 149

Episode 149

The King of Fists Confronts the Ambassador

Danwoo Seong did not feel the energy of the Geumgeomilya Ambassador.

Even the Great Master of Geumgeomilya couldn't grasp the precise state of Danwooseong. This was because each of them, with their own ignorance, could thoroughly conceal their prayers.

To the masters of the martial arts world, they might seem like gods, but when these two masters looked at each other, neither could look down on the other as a god. That is, unless they fully displayed their skills.

Since concealment and revelation are both strategic, the preliminary battle had already begun. Danwoo-seong walked into the open space, cautious not to be confused by others' enlightenment. It was only because he was a god that he was able to send off the ambassador, whom he had been fighting for seven days and nights, with such grace.

There was no reason for Danwoo to follow this.

That was why I decided to walk the path of a knight, so I had no other worries while walking with the great master of Manmagung.

I planned to tear it apart and kill it, then erase it from this world.

Geumgeomilya, who was slowly following behind Danwooseong, said.

“King, stop. This place is perfect.”

Geumgeomilya chose a desolate place with nothing around. Danwoosung stopped and spoke.

“Let’s do that.”

Geumgeomilya smiled as she turned around and watched Danwooseong. Danwooseong paced around as if he were out for a walk, stretching before looking at Geumgeomilya.

“Are you ready?”

Geumgeomilya nodded.

“It’s always done.”

“Of course you would.”

There was no loud noise, no unusual noise. There was no asking for wills, no childish psychological warfare, and no specific words to share before the fight.

Even when facing death, he was just calm.

Danwoo Seongdo also stood there blankly, looking at the Golden Sword.

Geumgeomilya looked at Danwooseong while holding the sword he had not yet drawn in his left hand, and the smile slowly disappeared from his face.

'This guy wasn't a low-ranking figure to begin with.'

That's how it felt.

As the two people stood facing each other in the vast, desolate space and fell silent, a heavy silence and loneliness soon took over.

The moon darkened and brightened repeatedly as the indifferent clouds passed by and swallowed it.

Because of this, they could only see each other's expressions when the moonlight poured down.

The two people, facing each other from a considerable distance, remained motionless and calmed their minds.

This time, a fairly thick cloud passed by and swallowed the moon, and the two figures were absorbed into the darkness.

In pitch black darkness.

The sword flashed like lightning, and a light passed through the space where Danwoo-seong was standing.

Swish······!

Every time the sword light cut through the darkness, something was cut.

A tree was cut down quite far away, and then a sound of something being cut down on the side of an unnamed mountain was heard, and startled birds flew up into the night sky all at once.

Food ddeuk.

Even Danwoo Seong felt an eerie feeling as the sound continued for a long time.

As the moonlight poured down again.

Geumgeomilya, holding a sword in his right hand, looked at Danwooseong.

Danwoo-seong barely managed to move one step to the side from the trajectory of the sword light.

There was a straight line drawn on the ground, and everything on it seemed to have been cut off.

The two people looked at each other's expressions.

There was still no change in expression.

Now that we have confirmed each other's skills, it has become difficult to even open our mouths.

At that moment, the dark clouds that had been watching the two of them for a while began to drop raindrops.

Bam.

It was a friendly warning and warning that it would rain heavily in this battlefield.

Suddenly, Danwoo Seong felt as if the movement of the sky and even the falling raindrops had slowed down.

It was because I thought I could move faster than the falling raindrops.

Then, as Danwoo-seong closed the distance with a leap, Geumgeomil-ya instead widened the distance and swung his sword several times.

The sword wind was mixed with sword energy, and an afterimage remained from that sword energy.

Even from a distance, the attack of the Golden Sword was so fast that it could be a death sentence, so Dan Woo-seong, who was running, had no choice but to use martial arts to dodge the sword energy.

'It's not easy to approach.'

The swordsmanship of Geumgeomilya was so swift that it seemed as if it could split the moment apart. Because it was a sword technique, it was all the more powerful. However, the aftershocks of the attack still extended far behind Danwoosung.

Then the rain started to fall harder.

Thump, thud, thud thud······.

It was as if the Golden Sword Day was welcoming the heavy rain.

“Good.”

Soon, heavy rain poured down on the two people's heads.

Swaaa …

Rainwater flowed down Danwoo Seong and Geumgeom Il-ya's faces.

Danwoo continued to approach Geumgeomilya, who distanced himself from him. Given that his opponent's nickname was Fist King and his own specialty was Sword Energy, this was a natural response.

It was proof that someone of the level of ambassador of Manmagung was placing importance on 'distance' and that he was not letting his guard down at all against Danwoo Seong.

Danwoo Seong asked.

“You’re unusual, you don’t have the ability to back down.”

"You have no need to be humble. You are a rare strength. Even I have difficulty discerning how much of your power you have hidden away."

“Don’t mention it······.”

The two people smiled with their faces drenched in rain.

The two then moved in a circle. Danwoo-seong was still chasing, while Geumgeomil-ya retreated.

Danwoo Seong, who was known as the Grand Master of Manmagung, was known for his lofty martial arts and his noble fighting style. But now that he was here, he was even more nervous. Even Geumgeom Il-ya hadn't fully unleashed his full power.

A complex psychological warfare was entangled like pouring rain.

As Danwoo-seong unleashed a powerful wind…

Geumgeomilya faced the wind with his sword held vertically out.

Boooooooooooo!

The Golden Sword Daya, caught in the wind, formed a sword bond while floating in the air.

The moment my finger went up the sword······.

The sword of the Golden Sword was bathed in bright light.

Danwoo Seong was now determined not to be surprised even if the ambassador turned the area into a sword forest.

Come.

Geumgeomilya suddenly appeared before Danwooseong's eyes and swung his sword.

Shh!

The sword passed through Danwoo Seong's neck.

At that moment, an afterimage of light in the shape of a sword remained in that spot.

It was a season called the Thousand Swords Smoke Flower Scenery of the Golden Sword Day.

This wasn't an afterimage, but the sword energy itself. The sword energy created by Geumgeomilya had settled in the air. Each time Geumgeomilya launched a meaningful attack, the sword shapes floating in the air grew larger and larger.

Danwoo-seong's eyes became dizzy.

As Danwoo-seong poured out his energy towards Geumgeomilya, a shape of a sword remained in the trajectory of the sword that blocked it.

Jjeng······!

Danwoo Seong had no choice but to carefully examine the shape of the sword.

'This isn't welcome.'

But as if to warn us not to look closely, the Golden Sword and the Night's attack continued. Amidst the exchange of attacks, the ever-increasing number of sword shapes filled the area. As the sword shapes began to take hold, as if blocking the retreat route, the battlefield felt like it was narrowing.

Geumgeomilya attacked Danwooseong while scattering sword shapes all over the place as if analyzing the space.

“You are very careful.”

This is because Danwoo-seong is not touching the Hwanggeom (Yellow Sword) floating in the air. Usually, he touches it to understand the true nature of the Hwanggeom, even if it means expending energy.

It was a season when touching a yellow sword would cause other yellow swords to react.

The formation was applied to the swordsmanship, and the magic of the flying sword was mixed into that formation.

These seasons were mixed together and controlled by the Golden Sword and the Night, with the intention of killing people.

However, Danwoo Seong was avoiding the attack with his martial arts skills and had no intention of touching it.

Geumgeomilya snorted.

“I wonder what will happen because of that caution.”

From that moment on, every time Geumgeomilya swung his sword, three more yellow swords appeared.

Crack!

Seeing that Danwoo-seong was being extremely cautious, he decided to fill up his Thousand Swords at all costs.

Yeonhwa (煙花) means a spring day scenery.

The moment the thousand yellow swords filling all directions were thrust into the opponent's body, the fountain of blood gushing out from the thousand orifices would become the spring scenery that the magician had hoped for.

Geumgeomilya ran around busily like a painter holding a sword instead of a brush, and Danwooseong ran around like the main character in the rain-soaked Cheongeomyeonhwagyeong.

Before I knew it, there were swords everywhere.

There were swords on the ground, in the sky, wherever he tried to avoid them and wherever he looked, they awaited him. The Golden Sword, painting a new picture every moment, could not possibly let Danwoo Seong go.

When Danwoo Seong tried to open the distance by using lightness······.

He unleashed his Baekgeomse (百劍勢) technique as if the Golden Sword Il-ya were nothing. It was a technique similar to throwing paint.

Slurp!

The energy of the yellow sword, which had stretched out in the direction of Danwoosung's escape, spread to the left and right and created a curtain of swords.

Then, the Baekgeomse was carried out one after another.

A golden sword created in an instant fills the area where the two people are staying.

Of course, the internal energy drain of Geumgeom Il-ya, who was unfolding the Thousand Sword Lotus Sutra, was greater than that of Danwoo Seong. However, he could kill him. As soon as he unleashed his sword winds on Danwoo Seong, Geumgeom Il-ya, who had already distanced himself, slowly began to add dots to the Thousand Sword Lotus Sutra painting.

The Golden Sword Night retreated like a ghost and defeated a thousand swords, handling them like swords.

'Die.'

The yellow swords scattered in all directions all poured down on Danwoo Seong.

Shoooo …

It was truly spectacular.

I was curious as to how the King of Swords would stop this.

But Danwoo Seong's response was worthy of a king.

I stepped on the ground with my brain.

Kwaaaa …

Danwoo Sung infused his deepened aerodynamics into his brain, unleashing a blast of energy that shattered the entire area. Amidst the shattered, cracked, and broken dust and rubble that rose up, Danwoo Sung used the Ihwa Shingong he wielded in his left hand to pull them all up.

A completely different approach from the way we've fought so far.

A situation where the level of thought and action itself has changed.

The piles of stones that had filled the area soared into the sky by Danwoo Seong's command, martial arts, internal energy, and will.

A thousand swords pour down.

Thousands of stones were thrown back in a counterattack.

Pbu …

Meanwhile, Danwoo-seong, engulfed in a white current, wraps around the brain…

A loud thunderclap echoed through the thunderless night sky.

The Thousand Sword Lotus Sutra itself was shattered into pieces as if it had been struck by a pile of flying stones. A white fist suddenly emerged from the painting and engulfed the Golden Sword.

While Geumgeomilya was flustered, he split the white fist.

Snap!

The fist split in half.

The mound of dirt covering it was also split in half.

The view ahead was truly clear.

But there was no single star there.

Geumgeomilya's gaze rose to the sky.

Danwoo-seong was taking on a strange posture. It was impossible to see what he was doing because he was caught in the heavy rain.

'window?'

As soon as he judged that the stance was to throw the window, Geumgeomilya continuously unleashed Baekgeomse into the air, creating a curtain of swords.

Let's embroider the air with overlapping curtains of bone swords.

A lightning bolt pierced through the curtain and extended out.

Kwajijijijijik!

As the lightning bolt that pierced through all of Baekgeomse in an instant arrived in front of Geumgeomilya, Geumgeomilya unleashed tension with his left hand.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

The Golden Sword Il-ya, who had been thrown back by the aftermath, kicked the ground once and then soared into the air, retreating. The distance between them widened in an instant.

Geumgeomilya's expression became pale.

It felt like I was pushed back not by air power, but by the offensive and defensive battle.

Danwoo Seong's voice flowed from somewhere.

“Ambassador, I told you that escape was impossible for both of us.”

Geumgeomilya replied with a cold expression.

“How could that be? Come.”

Geumgeomilya held his sword, catching his breath. Far away, Danwooseong stood, his hands outstretched, soaking in the rain.

Why are we stopping in this situation?

Danwoo Sung suddenly raised his head and watched the pouring rain. He then attempted the Samramansangchuk technique, and his dantian began to ripple again, and his qi power rapidly recovered.

While Geumgeomilya was recovering through breathing, Danwooseong was recovering along with all things in the world.

Danwoo-seong laughed as the rain fell on his face.

It was truly refreshing.