Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 153

Episode 153

Why did the Master commit such an evil deed?

Baekyak looked for a moment at the place where Manma Palace Master had disappeared.

It goes without saying that speed is important in the world of experts.

However, the speed of the Manma Palace Master was excessive. The speed itself seemed magical. It felt like a speed impossible to achieve through normal means.

Perhaps, even if all the best martial artists were gathered in one place, he would have the fastest speed among them.

'What a strangely strong man.'

A showdown of force would be a different story, but Baekyak believed that even in Baekmujin's time, there would have been no master who could dodge the Il-dae-baek-ya with mere light-hearted speed.

Baekyak stood there blankly for a moment, wondering how he should catch Manma Palace Master the next time he met her.

It's not like I unfolded the whole thing wrong.

I decided that a man who could move faster than the speed of the spreading cold air was something special.

Then I summarized the situation simply.

'Next time, I can deal with it without using the Il-dae-baek-ya.'

Baekyak returned home, carrying a pack on his back like an old man. He intended to report the events of his walk to Yisin and seek his opinion.

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Daebyeolsan Mountain in Hanam was hidden in the morning fog.

The most famous peaks of this Daebyeolsan Mountain were called Baekma Cheom, Daun Cheom, and Cheonha Cheom. Last night, a master thoroughly searched the three peaks in the shape of the Chinese character for "Pum" and moved on to another location at dawn.

The man who climbed Daebyeolsan Mountain in the pitch-black night was, of course, the magic boy of Manmagung.

The man that the magician was looking for was the Sword God who was living in seclusion on Daebyeol Mountain.

It was only at noon that the demon discovered the swordsman at a place called Bulja-ryeong (佛子?). He was dressed in white, his black hair flowing, but his eyebrows, unusually, were as white as snow. He was an old man, lacking a fierce gaze or the air of someone who had attained enlightenment.

He was an ordinary old man who, if seen on the street rather than at Daebyeolsan, would have been passed by even if he was a young man of the same age.

But one sword on his waist stood out in particular.

He looked like a well-aged swordsman, with a graceful appearance and demeanor, as if he had been born with a sword in his hand.

The magic boy was more amused by the feeling of encountering an old swordsman who seemed to have jumped out of an old book than by the joy of discovering the swordsman.

'The atmosphere is really great.'

Buljareung is called Jukhae (Bamboo Sea) because it is surrounded by bamboo in all directions.

As Geomshin was walking out of the sea of death, he stopped walking with his eyes wide open as soon as he saw the magic boy.

The swordsman asked the magician first.

“Did you come to find me?”

The magician nodded, quickly closed the distance between them, and then replied.

"That's right. You weren't in a high place, but were looking at the bamboo. Sword God."

The appearance of the magic boy was that of a middle-aged man after going through a transformation, but his swordsmanship still had a youthful appearance.

As soon as Geomsin saw the magic boy, he realized that he was a man who could not communicate.

But even if we were going to fight, I wanted to try talking first.

The swordsman pointed to a large rock and spoke as if giving a command.

“Sit down for a moment.”

The swordsman sat down on the rock first and looked at the magic boy.

After the Battle of Oryung, Geomsin cut off all ties with the world and lived in seclusion in Daebyeol Mountain.

The people of the world knew that the reason Geomshin went into seclusion was because he had launched a joint attack against Cheonma.

But that's not the reality.

Because for the past twenty years, I had been firmly convinced that someone would come to me like today.

However, Geomshin was taken aback by the fact that the master who had come to visit was someone he didn't know. He felt like he wasn't the man he'd been waiting for for twenty years. As the magician sat down on a rock a short distance away, Geomshin asked.

“You seem to have come to kill me, so let me hear your name.”

The magician replied.

“The name has been abandoned, and now it is called Dongja.”

"Dongja… that's not a human nickname. Look, Dongja, there's something I've been wondering about for twenty years, and somehow I think you might know. May I ask you?"

The magician nodded, intending to have a brief conversation with the swordsman because he was curious about him.

“Ask.”

The swordsman asked.

“Do you know about Manjang Cliff?”

“This is where the previous Heavenly Horse died.”

The swordsman nodded.

“Was that man watching from beyond the barrier by any chance you?”

The swordsman could not forget the sight at that time.

The magician shook his head.

“It wasn’t me. I had no interest in the Orungdaejeon at all.”

“Can you tell me who it is?”

The magician obediently revealed the identity of the man who had been watching him at that time.

“He must have been a gentleman’s master.”

The swordsman laughed, hitting his knee as if he was truly relieved.

"It's been twenty years since I've had a question answered. Who on earth could I have asked such a thing? Hahaha."

Even the magician chuckled as if he understood.

“It must have been really frustrating.”

“It was frustrating. Then, is that gentleman master perhaps the head of the Gokjinpung (曲眞風) branch of the Murim Alliance?”

The magician shook his head at the swordsman's question.

“I don’t know about that. Even if it’s Gokjinpung, it’s probably not his real name.”

The swordsman nodded and replied.

"Well, I see. Thanks for the heads up. Did you ever wrestle with that gentleman master?"

The magician shook his head.

“I haven’t done it yet.”

“What a shame.”

The magician asked.

“Why?”

The swordsman replied.

"I think someone like you or me would be a worthy opponent. Now, if the two of us were to fight, who would be able to stand up to a gentleman like you?"

The magician smiled.

"What a strange pride. And don't be so quick to praise others."

The swordsman also smiled.

“If I, the so-called Sword God, were to be praised, that in itself would be meaningful.”

The magician nodded as if he was happy.

"Anyway, he's definitely the kind of man who could have kept you locked away in Daebyeolsan Mountain and lost in thought for twenty years. So, have you seen any results in your training over the past twenty years?"

The swordsman asked.

“It wasn’t completely gone.”

“Have you gained confidence in your master?”

"If that were the case, I would have descended Daebyeolsan Mountain and searched for him long ago. It seems my journey will end at Daebyeolsan Mountain. By the way, are you and Master Gunja really human? It feels to me like you're not."

“Everyone starts out as human. But their endings are all different.”

The swordsman sighed.

“Look here. Young Master, I have met many evil people in my life, but I have never been able to understand a gentleman like you.”

“What part was that like?”

The swordsman looked at the magic boy with a complicated expression.

"If my guess is correct, he is the master of fanaticism. He will also become the enemy of fanaticism."

Even the magician responded with a surprised expression.

“Does even the fanatics know this?”

The swordsman replied like this.

"Are you telling me to rashly share my guess with a man who's already going crazy every day? He's a man I can't even handle. After barely hearing my guess, he'd probably go running around like a stray dog. Where are you supposed to go looking for a man who suddenly disappeared? I thought he'd show up when the time came, but I didn't realize it would take twenty years."

The magician asked.

“How did you guess?”

"Time has spoken. When Gwangsin was on the brink of death, there was a man who helped him. Neither he nor I know who helped him. Perhaps it was his master, the gentleman. There were various circumstances. I was inspired by Gwangsin's exceptional martial arts all my life, ultimately earning the nickname "Geomsin." So, the gentleman is also my master. And the Cheonma who died in the Manjangjeong battle could also have been the gentleman's disciple. Am I right?"

“That’s right.”

A deep regret appeared on the swordsman's face.

"Why on earth did our Master commit such atrocities? He treats humans worse than ants. He taught them martial arts, revived a disciple possessed by money, started a fight, and then just watched. This is absolutely unthinkable. In truth, I'd rather meet that gentlemanly Master and ask him why than worry about the outcome of our fight here today. This is the purest of human questions. Why on earth did Master live like that? Young Master, how can I possibly hear the answer without engaging in a fight with you?"

The magician looked at the swordsman in silence.

He asked the magician as if he was really curious about the swordsman and was going crazy.

"Or you could answer for him. Why does he treat people like nothing more than insects? With all his outstanding martial arts skills. Why on earth?"

When the magician didn't answer, the swordsman asked.

“Don’t you know that you have done the half-hearted thing?”

Even though the swordsman noticed the half-turn, the magician showed no sign of surprise.

The magician replied.

“Probably, I guess.”

“······.”

The swordsman waited for the magician's answer with bated breath.

The magician said with a smile.

“I guess he did that because he was bored.”

The swordsman's white eyebrows rose to the sky.

The swordsman said to the boy.

“You understand the gentleman.”

The magician laughed.

“Yes, I understand.”

At the words, "I understand the gentleman," Geomsin was overcome with a murderous urge.

What more conversation is needed?

As the swordsman closed his mouth, the magic boy also closed his mouth and stared at the swordsman.

This ended the conversation.

As soon as Geomsin draws his sword, he swings it.

The magician poured out his strength.

After the sound of fluttering clothes was heard, the swordsman and the magician switched places.

Then, the bamboo forest of Bulja-ryeong was torn apart by tension as if a huge pillar had fallen, and disappeared without a trace.

The black energy was still spreading out from where the magic boy had been.

The reason for changing seats is······.

Because the magician rushed in and the swordsman dodged.

Because of this, the sword energy that was extending from behind the swordsman was still moving, cutting up various parts of Daebyeolsan.

Kwakwakwakwakwakwa·········.

It was bound to be noisy because it was tearing apart everything it touched.

Meanwhile, as Geomsin lowered his sword to the lower right, a red light seeped into his sword body. It wasn't a sword, it wasn't sword silk, and it wasn't a sword?

It was just the light of the swordsmanship that he learned and used alone.

The swordsman believed that the three Heavenly Horses had joined forces, and that this was his own defeat. It was a skill he had acquired while training alone on Daebyeolsan Mountain.

It's not flashy, nor is it full of tricks or pretense.

It was just a season with added cutting power.

The expressionless face of the swordsman swung his sword vertically, then poured out his swordsmanship in a horizontal slash.

It is, absurdly, the very first technique of the Samjae Sword Technique that Cheolmyeongho mastered.

A straight red beam of light stretched out from where the magician was standing to Daebyeolsan Mountain, and was instantly engraved.

Then, a red beam of light stretched out horizontally to the left and right like a horizon towards the rising magic boy who jumped diagonally.

Before we knew it, a cross-shaped beam of light was engraved in the sky above Daebyeolsan Mountain.

As the magician twisted his body in the air and extended his twin swords forward······.

A brassy tension grew in the shape of a palm, enveloping the blade. The moment I saw it, I felt as if the sword's invincibility, the sword demon's invincibility from the Battle of Orung, had been embodied in tension.

This is the swordsmanship that was originally trained to deal with such things.

The swordsman launched a simple stab with his swordsmanship towards the magician beyond the great tension.

This was a double-crossing diet.

A red beam of light cut through the tension wrapped in brass.

The remaining tension covered the sword as it was.

Meanwhile, Geomshin raised his sword vertically and faced the tension with his eyes closed.

The swordsman's body and sword were simultaneously enveloped in a red light.

It was a state where the sword and the body became one.