Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 150

Episode 150

The King of Power, take it all away

Danwoo-seong thought as he felt his internal energy rising with the Samramansangchuk technique.

'It got stronger.'

Of course, since Danwoo's Samramansangchukgi wasn't as perfect as Yishin's, the recovery rate wasn't fast. However, the fact that internal energy was restored even during the fight was significant.

Thanks to that, the battle between the two sides has changed.

As was the original intention of the Oryo Shingong, the offensive and defensive battle unfolded as intended.

Now even a rolling stone is an ally, and even the pouring rain is an ally.

Rather than using all things as a means of stimulating others, he intended to use all things as allies.

If that happens, there will be no more masters in the world who can be called rivals.

Following the swordsman, the fanatic, and the medical god.

Danwoo Seong would be called the God of War.

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Geumgeomilya couldn't have known that Danwooseong, who was getting drenched in the rain, was recovering his internal energy. He himself was calming the aftereffects of unleashing the Cheongeomyeonhwagyeong with his breath.

Geumgeomilya thought he had bought some time and prepared for the battle that would soon resume.

Originally, Geumgeomilya had expected that if his end came, the three magicians would somehow intervene or die in a duel with them. However, before he could reunite with the three magicians, the King of Fists, the last of the ten great masters, stopped him.

He was a difficult opponent even for the ambassador of Manmagung.

Geumgeomilya raised his sword and looked at it.

There's no way the blade could have become dull.

There was still enough air power left to cut the mountains and rocks like tofu.

Geumgeomilya, who had regained his composure in an instant, looked at the King of Fists.

“Let’s start again.”

Danwoo Seong said as he approached.

"You seem more like warriors than magicians. So, the god must have spared one of you."

"Not everyone has the same personality as me. By the way, Yishin and Gyeonja have already faced off? How come they both sound like they're still alive?"

Since I knew the match schedule, I knew that the ambassador who survived was a demon slayer.

“I heard so.”

“No way.”

It was something that Geumgeomilya could not understand.

“Why is the witness······.”

Even as they were talking, the two men drew closer to each other, their swords extended out to the point where they could touch each other.

Danwoo Seong said.

“I guess the god saved another person.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“By the way, what was the term you used earlier?”

“It is called the Thousand Sword Lotus Sutra.”

“It was truly impressive.”

“You were more impressive for stopping it.”

Geumgeomilya swung his sword and simultaneously unleashed his energies. The sword's trajectory evaded Danwoosung, and the energies poured out in sync with Danwoosung's evasive maneuvers.

Geumgeomilya seamlessly combined his swordsmanship and martial arts, as if he were unleashing a single martial art. Even so, his defensive techniques maintained a constant distance, as if guarding Danwooseong. Even without deploying the Cheongeomyeonhwagyeong, he was a swordsman who rarely exposed his weaknesses.

As the second round began, Danwoo Seong became even busier.

Just dodging sword strikes and exchanging punches and punches, the two moved at a breakneck pace. Geumgeomilya's attacks were so densely packed that Danwoosung couldn't do much right away.

These were attacks that could not be avoided simply by having deep internal energy.

Evasion was only possible by adding martial arts and instinct to internal energy.

Because of this, the opportunity to hold the sword of the Golden Sword did not come easily.

Considering that he had had many opportunities to catch swordsmen and swordsmen in the past, it was also proof that Geumgeomilya's skills were overwhelming compared to those he had fought before.

Whenever Danwoo-seong tried to grab the sword, Geumgeomilya would twist the sword to aim for his wrist, or change the trajectory with a technique to suddenly stab Danwoo-seong in the armpit or shoulder.

At this time, Danwoo Seong also used martial arts to dodge the attacks while simultaneously unleashing a powerful gust of wind.

Because it was an attack that could not be avoided by simply evading.

The two had to attack, defend, and counterattack simultaneously to break the opponent's tactics.

Not only was their internal energy rapidly being consumed, but their psychic power was also being consumed to the point where steam was rising from their heads.

This is also why the distance between two people when they face each other and when they separate increases rapidly.

If he judged that evasion would be difficult, he would kick the ground at that moment, quickly move away, and then rush in again.

This kind of battle lasted for half an hour.

The same goes for the pouring rain.

The ground began to crack as the two people stomped their feet in a peculiar manner, and puddles of rainwater began to form here and there.

The two deliberately avoided this puddle because they could have misstepped.

This means there are more things to worry about.

Suddenly, Danwoo Sung remembered the saying, “All things in the world.”

Even pouring rain is part of the myriad of phenomena, and so is the thunderbolt Danwoosung can control. While the shogi technique simply involves accelerating internal energy, Danwoosung pondered how to apply the myriad phenomena to combat.

A god is a god, and a king is a king.

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The anxious one was Geumgeomilya.

I tried every trick I could find, but all I could do was cut the King's collar a few times.

'It's stuffy.'

Tricks and lies didn't work, and even the renowned swordsmanship he had practiced for many years was of no use.

What was most incomprehensible was not the King's ignorance, but his age.

Because even his disciples, Cheonma Wijicheon and Geomma Yeonjaheun, were not this experienced.

It was to the point where it felt like Geumgeomilya was facing off against another Manmagung ambassador.

'How many years have you been training?'

What on earth was the result of his efforts over the decades spent at Manmagung?

While facing the King of Fists, I felt empty and helpless.

At this point, I had a feeling that even if I won, I wouldn't feel so good.

After a brief skirmish, the distance widened······.

Geumgeomilya's hair, wet from the rain, kept getting stuck in his eyes. He had neglected to take care of it, so it grew long. He then cut it off with his sword without hesitation.

Only then did Danwoo Sung lift his bangs, still wet from the rain, with his hand. It was a fierce battle, even the smallest details weighing heavily on his mind.

But even in the midst of all this, Danwoo Sung once again took a deep breath and slowly recovered his internal energy using the Samramansangchuk technique.

'The longer we fight, the more advantageous it becomes for me.'

Geumgeomilya also looked at Danwooseong closely with his eyes narrowed.

"Why doesn't that guy look tired? Can he even recover his internal energy? There's no way such a martial art could exist in this world."

As Geumgeomilya was catching his breath, he felt a sweet smell coming from his mouth.

Should we fight a long battle with the remaining air power, or should we pour out all our remaining air power to finish the match?

It was a time of worry.

Now that the first round is over, it feels like we're preparing for the final third round.

Danwoo Seong also agonized over and over again in the rain.

The power of the Golden Sword was gradually decreasing, and he recovered it twice.

Now, I was confident that I could win even if both sides' energies collided in an instant.

Danwoo Seong said.

“Let’s finish this now.”

Geumgeomilya nodded.

“Yes. Both you and I have been exposed to too much rain.”

Suddenly, Geumgeomilya and Danwoosung looked at each other and snickered. They were smiling, but they had no intention of saving the other.

Danwoo Seong ran towards me with his chest sticking out.

It looked like a posture of giving up on defense.

Geumgeomilya, overwhelmed by the momentum and unable to grasp Danwoosung's intentions, kept his distance as he had been doing until now. In an instant, a duel of light and dark attacks unfolded, sweeping the area. Even amidst this, swordsmanship and sword energy, wind and thunderclaps intertwined, but the chase continued.

Only then did Danwoo Sung gather all his energy, as if to strike the back of Geumgeomilya's head. He simultaneously unleashed Baekjeonshipdan Gong, Ihwasingong, Heukgubantan Gong, and Oryobobeop, intending to unleash a torrent of lightning through the pouring rain.

The idea was to render the herbivorous and counter-attacking completely useless.

Danwoo's eyes were first filled with lightning, and then a white current rose up like a haze throughout his body, and the sound of pouring rain falling down echoed.

The signs of having accumulated great internal energy were evident even in the rain.

Danwoo Sung, who had a whip of brain power swung in both hands, launched an attack without any regard for swordsmanship.

It was a reckless attack that consumed a lot of internal energy, like holding a wine bottle filled with internal energy and shaking it back and forth.

Choaaaak!

Whoa!

Every time Geumgeomilya slashed with his sword at a white whip flying in a strange trajectory, a surge of brain energy surged through his body. Backed by his unending internal energy, he seemed unstoppable.

As Geumgeomilya unleashed a huge sword energy······.

Danwoo-seong crossed his sword like a whip and annihilated the flying sword energy.

Then, in an instant, the whip made of brain energy disappears.

Danwoosung stretched out both hands again, and a ring of thunder wrapped around them. Just as Baekyak creates a hundred flowers of cold energy, it was a ring of thunder created by Danwoosung's Oryoshinkong. As soon as he created the ring, Danwoosung laughed.

Now I could cast the brain machine as I wished.

As the startled Geumgeomilya backed away, Danwoosung rushed forward, unleashing a thunderbolt. The violently spinning thunderbolt sliced through the wind, then spun back into the distant sky.

At that moment, Danwoo Sung once again displayed his martial arts skills as he had planned.

As soon as the principle of rotation was created, the brain wheel was left floating in the air, spinning fiercely in all directions.

As soon as he saw what the King of Fists was doing, Geumgeomilya's expression turned pale.

'The Lotus Sutra of the Thousand Swords······.'

He was imitating his own season.

I thought it couldn't be possible, but as the scene kept appearing before my eyes, I couldn't help but feel fear inside.

Moreover, as Danwoo's attacks became increasingly fierce, there was no chance to blow away the ever-growing number of brain rings.

I guess the best thing to do is just to eliminate the brain stem that is in the path of attacking the single-headed star.

However, Danwoo Seong even further developed the Cheon Geum Yeon Hwa Gyeong by casting large and small brain rings and making them float wherever he struck.

While Danwoo Seong was imitating the Cheon Geum Yeon Hwa Gyeong, he suddenly said this to Geum Geum Il Ya.

“Can it be done?”

They even followed the method of taking over space and confining it.

As Geumgeomilya tried to flee, he unleashed a wall of lightning in his path. Just as Geumgeomilya had done, Danwooseong also blocked his retreat route with lightning, as if spraying paint.

“You learned a good lesson.”

Geumgeomilya's eyes were getting dizzy.

Suddenly, Geumgeomilya remembered that when he first met the King of Fist, he had pulled the bottle of wine with Heogongseop.

It was ominous.

'ah······.'

The moment when the idea of running away came to mind for the first time.

A huge white fist covered the entire field of view of Geumgeomilya.

Since all I could see was my fist, I had no choice but to cut it with my sword.

Geumgeomilya cut the white fist with her sword with a slow, counter-attacking movement.

Boo!

Then, as the brainwaves poured out, a white whip flew in a large trajectory and wrapped around Geumgeomilya's sword.

Crackle crackle crackle!

As Geumgeomilya responded by pouring out his power······.

Danwoo Sung said, raising his good right hand to the sky.

“The Lotus Sutra of Heavenly Thunder and Smoke.”

It's not a thousand, it's heaven.

It was like a bolt of lightning striking a clear spring sky.

The seasons of the Golden Sword and the Night were reinterpreted through the intervention of all things and the five powers of the King of Power.

Then, he poured out all the energy he had gained from the natural wine he had consumed along with the energy and fanaticism that Yisin had given him, and the internal energy he had painstakingly cultivated since Mount Guhwa, as if exploding, and pulled in the brain rings that had been floating in all directions and dropped them on the spot where Geumgeomilya was standing.

It literally struck like lightning.

Pah, p …

Geumgeomilya's response was as chaotic as if he were consumed by madness. He swung his sword in all directions, his tension and power escalating, while he was increasingly engulfed in lightning. He managed to deflect six or seven of them without a hitch, but as with the celestial swords, there were also numerous lightning strikes. Furthermore, his sword was still caught in the lightning whip, so its trajectory was limited.

Danwoo-seong looked at the glowing Geumgeomilya and smiled eerily.

'Ah, I guess I've failed to become a Buddha.'