Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 151

Episode 151

The Story of a Man with Nothing to Do

With each strike from the brain, Geumgeomilya felt the self-defense energy in his entire body shatter. He might have been able to withstand one or two, or even a dozen. But with every movement, the brains fell indiscriminately from his back and head, leaving him helpless.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!

Dozens of brain waves were sent flying by the tension. Even swinging the sword in a wide arc was impossible, as the King of Fists was caught in the whip of the brain waves he unleashed.

The smell of rain, dust, and burning mixed together.

Now, there was nothing I could do.

When Geumgeomilya let go of his sword, the sword that had been with him his entire life flew towards the King of Fists.

Then, the Golden Sword Il-ya, who had drawn up all his energy throughout his body, unleashed a wave of energy, instantly annihilating the brains that had filled the area.

The moment of liberation from the tiring brain…

His sword returned fiercely before his eyes.

Geumgeomilya barely managed to grab the sword with his bare hands.

chin······!

Meanwhile, Geumgeomilya soared into the air and re-gripped his sword. He saw the Fist King, who had thrown down his sword, running towards him.

As if a dragon had sprung up, the Golden Sword, engulfed in the air current, rose high and took a stance as if it were about to break through the clouds.

The moment the sword returned to his hand, Geumgeomilya felt a sense of relief.

Although he had lived a long life as a practitioner of the magical path, he felt that his ultimate path would lead him back to being a swordsman. Geumgeom Il-ya shouted from a heightened location, his voice filled with inner strength.

“The King of Fists······!”

Let's finish it off.

I am still alive.

Show me the limits of your martial arts.

How can all these emotions be mixed in just one word?

Danwoo Seong completely understood Geumgeom Il-ya's feelings when he shouted, "King of Fist."

'Let's do that.'

It was a strong opponent.

It no longer mattered whether the Golden Sword was a white sword, a magic sword, or a black sword.

He was a strong man and swordsman worthy of respect.

How could I not answer that call?

It was polite to give it your all.

A white aura stretched out from Danwoosung's hands, and in an instant, his entire body was enveloped in the aura.

As the Golden Sword Il-ya fell, he poured out his sword energy, which included his internal energy and vitality, onto the sword he had been pulling with all his might.

Wheeee …

The King of Power also launched a counterattack.

Danwoo Sung's entire body began to tremble due to the explosive force he had drawn out, and he extended both his hands towards Geumgeomilya.

A white lightning bolt started to rise from Danwoo's body like a pillar.

Not only did the whole area become brighter, but the pillar of lightning rose straight up as if connecting the earth and the sky.

Then, the pillar of lightning that pierced through the sword as if tearing through the sword swallowed the Golden Sword and then rose high into the air.

Geumgeomilya was engulfed in a thunderstorm, and his entire body was being torn apart.

When will thoughts stop?

'I regret dying to the strong······.'

Even the thoughts that were no different from a will were swept away by the brain and cut off, and Geumgeomilya's body disappeared into thin air.

The shards of the shattered sword and the body of the Golden Sword One Night scattered like dust, then mixed with the falling rain and returned to the world, all in an instant.

Krrrr!

A clap of lightning is heard from the distant sky.

Danwoo Seong looked up at the sky and was hit by the rain.

At least in the sky that Danwoo-seong was looking at, there was no sign of life at all.

Now there was no need to sit cross-legged.

In case the enemy suddenly appeared, Danwoo-seong knelt for a moment, placed both hands on his knees, and tried the Samramansangchuk technique while catching his breath.

What was strange was that my internal energy recovered faster than in the previous two attempts.

Is it because I emptied a lot that it fills up quickly?

Danwoo Seong stood up after recovering some of his internal energy using the Samramansangchuk technique.

The next thought was a recollection of killing the ambassador.

How much internal energy was consumed?

What was the level of martial arts?

I calmly reflected on whether I had made any mistakes or failed to respond appropriately. I also imagined the Lotus Sutra of Heavenly Thunder, created during the fight.

Somehow, I felt like I had taken everything away from Geumgeomilya.

Danwoo Sung had no choice but to head to the upper reaches of the galaxy as soon as the fight ended, as his original opponent, Manmagungju, was still there.

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The place where Danwoosung had left was deeply dug up here and there, and rainwater was pooling there.

A scene that looked like a war had broken out.

An elderly man appeared late and slowly looked around. He was quite a distance away, but upon hearing the sound of a rare clash between two skilled fighters, he had spent some time performing lightness maneuvers and arrived.

Although we arrived after the fight was over.

Even in the middle of a fight, he was a man who would never help anyone.

No matter how much I looked, there were no bodies, so I couldn't tell who had fought. However, I had seen several neatly cut trees along the way, so I was certain there had been a swordsman.

The old man who appeared was Cheongmok Maya.

"Could it be Master Geum? The opponent doesn't seem like the Sword Emperor."

Above all, the surroundings were incredibly chaotic. It wasn't just swordsmen fighting swordsmen, but rather, it was a clash between two swordsmen, each possessing a unique inner strength.

Moreover, it wasn't the sound of clashing weapons, but rather the sound of thunder. It was a bit different from the natural thunderclaps.

When Cheongmok Maya turned her head after standing there blankly, the magician approached her with a blank expression.

Cheongmok Maya asked in a calm tone.

“Master Gentleman, were you nearby?”

"I could only hear sounds from afar. It seems the Golden Master has died. A rare ray of light shot from the ground to the sky. After that, the world fell silent again."

"I see. To whom? I don't think it was the swordsman."

The magician nodded.

“Probably to the King.”

“Did the King of Fist have that kind of ability?”

"You can't judge a person by their age. Lightning kept striking. But it wasn't lightning falling from the sky. Did you kill the first person in Fujian?"

Cheongmok Maya nodded.

“He killed me. Did you kill the fanatic?”

"The fanatic isn't even at home, and no one has seen him. I think he might be in the Murim Alliance. It's not appropriate to summon him."

Cheongmok Maya said, pointing in the direction of Guhwasan Mountain.

“Let’s talk on the way.”

As the two stood side by side and headed towards Guhwasan Mountain, Cheongmok Maya tilted her head.

“No matter how much I think about it, I can’t understand why the King of Swords would kill Geumgeom Il-ya. He might have had an accomplice.”

The magician replied while walking with his pack on his back.

“It wasn’t there. Looking at the pillar of light, it doesn’t seem like its level of power is low compared to the Three Gods.”

Cheongmok Maya was asking to confirm what she had expected. Incidentally, the magician's speech had changed from when he was at Manmagung Palace. It was because he was being condescending to her.

Cheongmok Maya pointed this out.

“Somehow, the gentleman’s way of speaking seems to have changed.”

The magician replied in a calm tone.

"It's been a while since I've been out in the world, so I'm reverting to my old way of speaking. Now that I'm out in the world, I guess I have to adapt."

Cheongmok Maya asked.

“What did you do before entering Manmagung?”

Even Cheongmok Maya seemed curious. Before the Five Elements Magic Book, only three men had read books at Manmagung Palace: the Magical Three. Since they rarely engaged in private conversations, it was natural that she had no idea what the Magical Three were doing.

It was a question I asked without much expectation, but perhaps trying to adapt to the world, the magician answered like this.

“I did many things.”

“For example?”

“The first thing I did was teach children at the school.”

“That’s amazing.”

"I worked at a guest house and a guild hall. Then I joined the military headquarters and swept the courtyard. The Black Swordsmen invaded and were decimated, so I ran away. I joined the White Swordsmen sect. A few years later, they were all killed by a master of the magic arts. I also became curious about the magic arts, so I found a place called Honcheongyo and joined voluntarily. However, Honcheongyo was decimated by the Murim Alliance a few years later. That's why I joined the Murim Alliance."

Cheongmok Maya raised her hand.

“Wait a minute… Why did you survive every time we were annihilated?”

“Why should I die?”

“When did you learn martial arts?”

“I learned martial arts before teaching children.”

Cheongmok Maya nodded with a bitter expression.

“I see. So you joined the Murim Alliance?”

"I just did ordinary things. I watched competitions, carried out missions, fought against the Black Sword, and even served as a branch manager, albeit a minor one. I left again around the time the leader changed."

“Are you talking about when it changes to Yoo Jeong-hong?”

“Yoo Jeong-hong was a young single man at that time.”

“Hmm.”

"I've done a lot since then. I've been in Pyo-guk, and briefly in Heukdo. I spent a long time making weapons in Cheolbang. That got tiresome, too. I've met a lot of women. I must have spent ten years just seeing women. When I had nothing left to experience in the world, I came to Manmagung. I was truly a man with nothing to do."

“The former princess?”

"That must have been the case. Sometimes, when I got bored reading, I'd go back to the world of martial arts and see the world, but nothing changed. Fortunately, there were many books I hadn't read, so I'd take them back to Seo-ok and pass the time."

“Haven’t you seen the martial arts book?”

“I’ve read martial arts books, but mostly I’ve read old texts.”

“Master Gentleman, how old are you this year?”

“I forgot. I’m past the age to care about that kind of thing.”

“Do you have more than the boy master?”

“He must have forgotten his age.”

Only then did Cheongmok Maya feel the gentleman's subservience to her as a matter of course. Suddenly, Cheongmok Maya fell silent. Having lived so quietly at Manmagung Palace, she hadn't felt any particular pressure from her gentleman.

But now the atmosphere was completely different.

I felt like I was heading towards Mount Guhwa with a being that defied the most powerful law of time.

When Cheongmok Maya closed her mouth······.

This time, the magician asked a question.

"Who do you want to fight now? With Geumgeom Il-ya dead, the Sword Emperor is probably still alive, and the King of Fists is still alive. I doubt the other Grand Masters are all still alive, though."

Cheongmok Maya looked at her gentleman teacher and asked.

“Who would you like me to fight?”

The gentleman's master smiled faintly at Cheongmok Maya's question.

“Do whatever you want.”

A moment later, the two men entered the pitch-black volcano. In the darkness, Cheongmok Maya asked.

“Why did you stay at Manmagung for so long?”

In the darkness, the magician answered.

"It was a truly unique experience observing the human scum. It was also fun to raise disciples. However, they were all equally tenderhearted. Even those who committed murder without a second thought were, if you looked inside, incredibly tenderhearted. With a little listening and soothing, they faithfully fulfilled their role as disciples. Although Wi Ji-cheon and his father were a bit different, they were all scum. They were weaklings, swayed by their circumstances and influenced by various circumstances. I've always been curious about people."

Suddenly, Cheongmok Maya looked around.

The appearance of the magician was not visible.

But the voice of the magician was still flowing out from somewhere in Guhwasan Mountain.

“What are you looking for?”

“Where are you?”

“Aren’t you with me? Talking to me.”

At that moment, Cheongmok Maya thought she might die here. Even though they were ambassadors, they weren't the same ambassadors. Indeed, other ambassadors had died at the hands of the Demon Lord.

Cheongmok Maya said with a trembling expression.

“Then I will continue climbing the mountain.”

“Yes, please.”

Cheongmok Maya couldn't help but feel uneasy. Fortunately, the Magical Gentleman spoke first, coming from somewhere.

“Are there any other questions you have?”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“What was the most fun thing that happened to you?”

“The most fun things are the ones that take the longest time.”

“For example?”

"Whenever I encountered a man with a rare, unwavering will in the martial world, I would watch him for a long time. I would offer him opportunities, and sometimes even spare his life. I did this very secretly, without being caught. There were many such people in Baekdo, especially. Most of them ended up dead, though."

“What is the most successful case?”

In the darkness, the magician spoke.

"The greatest work of my life was the confrontation between the mad god and the heavenly demon. The mad god was a man who defied fate. I thought I would die there."

“Do you know the fanaticism?”

"what?"

“Do you think you became a fanatic because of your gentlemanly master?”

"Well, I've always been the one providing the cause. It doesn't really matter if you know. A fanatic is a fanatic. He was a great man who even tore my disciple to pieces. In any case, the most impressive thing was that I created a man with the nickname "God" with my own hands. A demon god should have appeared in Manmagung, too."

Suddenly, Cheongmok Maya realized her chin was trembling. No matter how much she looked around, she couldn't find the magician. The problem was that she couldn't quite pinpoint why her chin was suddenly trembling.