Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 154

Episode 154

Sword God, your hair has turned white.

The name of the tension that the magician displayed was the first palm of suffering.

It has never been pierced before.

The magic boy's expression distorted, and he reached out his bare hand toward the sword energy that had mercilessly cut through the first stage of suffering. Of course, his hand was wrapped in a strong energy.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

The magician flew into the bamboo sea, and the swordsman was not unharmed.

He received the first chapter of the ascetic training with the sword energy flowing around his entire body, and was then blown to the middle of the mountain and crashed.

The two men flew like rays of light to the left and right, then, at their respective landings, the area around them was swept away by a circular wave of energy. This was because they had released the shock they had absorbed with their bodies as if using a self-defense weapon.

A short silence flowed.

The two people appeared as if they were about to set out on a hike and approached each other.

How far had they flown? The two hiked together for a while, searching for each other.

In the meantime, I took a deep breath and assessed the intensity of the shock I received from my first attempt.

How far can you hold out?

No matter how much they thought about it, they realized that the two could not physically defeat each other.

The hike was quite long, but the two didn't have much time to think.

Because he was a person whose worries were deepening.

The two people who had met again at the place where they first fought stood facing each other.

The swordsman attacked first, and the magician, who had been dodging the swordsman's attacks with nods as if trying to gauge the speed of his swordsmanship, observed the swordsman's technique, breathing, and swordsmanship, looking for an opening.

When the demon boy openly watched his swordsmanship······.

He added speed to his stabbing and slashing with a blunt expression.

Since there were no famous herbivores, there were no loopholes in the swordsmanship.

Because there is no way that a man called Swordsman would make a mistake or get lost on the simplest path of the sword.

The sword moved like a ray of light, and in an instant, a hole was made in the magic boy's clothes.

Three holes in the chest area.

The hem of the clothes near the waist is cut.

Again, the sleeve was cut by the sword.

Even as his clothes were being torn and cut, the magician kept his eyes fixed on the swordsman and dodged.

Because the sword had not yet reached his own flesh.

The two new types of people ran around here and there on Daebyeol Mountain like agile squirrels chasing and being chased.

The magician who was retreating turned his back to a large tree, caught the flying sword with his index and middle fingers in an instant, and deflected it as soon as he injected his internal energy.

As the longsword suddenly drew a large curve, it bent······.

The swordsman's response was even quicker. He released his sword once, then caught it again at the point where it bounced back in a curve. He then accurately countered the oncoming magician's right attack with his left.

Snap!

Kwakwakwakwakwakwakwa······!

The two people's entire bodies were engulfed in a shockwave that exploded from their palms.

The vortex that trapped the two people grew larger as it swirled around, sweeping away trees and dirt in the area and sending them flying somewhere.

The faces of the swordsman and the magician were also swept up as if they had been hit head-on by a strong wind.

As the swordsman poured out his strength to the left, he raised the sword he was holding in his right hand······.

The magician suddenly erupted with a burst of energy, repelling the sword.

A sound like a large drum being torn apart echoed across Daebyeolsan Mountain.

The swordsman was pushed far away, floating in the air with his sword held out horizontally.

Then, the swordsman's body spun violently in the air, releasing the force of the incoming tension, and using that rotational force, he erupted a sword that curved diagonally.

Ss …

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

According to the rotational force and the swordsman's intention, the sword energy in the shape of a crescent sword rushed towards the magic boy.

It was ambiguous to avoid.

First of all, the red beam was huge, fast, and had a strangely twisted trajectory.

The magician closed his eyes, put his hands together in prayer, and waited for the swordsman's sword energy while being enveloped in the self-defense technique called Nanhaengdosu (Difficult Way Hand) that was created by the twins.

The difficult path refers to attaining enlightenment through difficult training alone.

Although it lacked religious overtones, the magic boy had the aura of a practitioner cultivating the Tao.

Soon, the entire body of the magic boy was dyed in a brass color and hardened like a bronze Buddha statue.

Thud!

The magic boy blocked the swordsman's attack with a self-defense technique that was no different from an invincible sword, then opened his eyes and looked at the swordsman.

The swordsman stared at the magician for a moment, speechless.

“······.”

They had each humiliated each other once.

The magician's first ascetic technique was pierced, and the swordsman's sword, which he thought could cut anything, was blocked by the self-defense technique.

As the swordsman sighed, the magician nodded several times as if he had indeed met a formidable opponent.

“You are indeed the Sword God.”

Even if he has been recognized by the enemy, how can the swordsman's heart be happy?

The situation remained the same.

If they tried to force a match, their lives would be in danger like a candle in the wind.

As expected of the experts who have reached the top, they were simultaneously assessing the situation.

Because of that, the two people didn't move for a moment, their gaze fixed on each other.

Clouds drifted past in the sky, and a moment later, the sun set in the west. Even as the sky's color changed from bright to dark, the two remained motionless.

Only, how can I kill the author?

Because my worries were prolonged, three hours passed by like a flash.

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Only after the surroundings grew dark did the two realize that time had flowed differently than usual.

Suddenly, the swordsman released his rigid posture, quietly took three steps back, sheathed his sword, and closed his eyes. He then knelt, breathing comfortably, awaiting the magician's attack.

I was thinking about it for too long, so I decided not to think about it anymore.

I just thought of leaving it to the sword.

The magician looked down at the kneeling swordsman, then brought both hands together and wrapped his entire body in layers of the Nanhaengdosu.

A brass ring of light started from the twin swords and wrapped around the body five times.

That sight was very similar to the appearance of someone who had achieved the martial arts realm of Ogijowon (五氣朝元).

Now, the body of the magic boy had completely changed into that of a bronze statue.

With his eyes closed, Geomshin felt the Magical Boy's body gradually grow larger. Even with his eyes closed, he was sensing the Magical Boy's energy.

It felt bigger and more solid.

A state that seems to be the perfect form of the sword demon who boasted of being invincible.

But the swordsman just left the magic boy alone.

I felt that if I gained something, I would also lack something.

I thought that as it grew bigger and became stronger, the consumption of internal energy would be greater than usual.

No matter how the magic boy came out, Geomshin calmed his mind and quietly waited for the decisive battle.

As the sun set and darkness fell, the magician attacked again.

Whaaeng!

Then, the swordsman who had been closing his eyes responded by drawing his sword.

Phew!

As the beam of light hit the body of the magic boy, the magic boy moved forward and poured out tension.

The swordsman pushed the ground away in an instant, then retreated into the air.

The huge ascetic field was growing bigger and bigger before my eyes.

When the swordsman touched the ground once, he unleashed a horizontal slash. Then, rising again, he cut vertically, the most difficult part of the ascetic journey…

The first sword, split in the shape of a cross, covered the sword body.

At that moment······.

The old swordsman, engulfed in light as if he had become a single sword, charged forward like a ray of light in a state of oneness with his sword body.

The swordsman pierced through the first stage of the ascetic training and stabbed the magician in the chest with the sword he held in both hands.

Snap!

In the meantime, the magician caught the sword that had broken through the first stage of suffering with his hands clasped together.

A situation where everything is perfectly intertwined.

The moment the eyes of the swordsman and the magician meet······.

The two opened their danjeon, raising their entire body's energy as if they were happy for the fight to end like this.

The swordsman poured his heart solely into the sword.

'Burning······.'

The magician closed his eyes with his hands together and concentrated on his swordsmanship as if he was going to exhaust all of the swordsman's internal energy.

Where on Daebyeol Mountain are the swordsman and the magic boy?

The first place we fought was Jukhae, but I don't know where it is now. It was because we fought while moving for a long time.

However, the vast Daebyeol Mountains indicated where the two were fighting, marking the stronghold.

The light emanating from the place where the two people were standing grew brighter and gradually spread out into the vast Daebyeol Mountain Range.

Now it was a bright light that even the sky could not turn away from and could only watch.

As the light from Daebyeolsan grew brighter, it was clear that the two men's lives were diminishing. How intense was their concentration? It had been a long time since they could have coughed up blood and died instantly, yet the two men continued to blast away, their battles still going on.

As time passed by······.

The swordsman suddenly realized that the magician's appearance had aged considerably. His hair swayed limply, strands falling out and flying away. His face, once middle-aged, was now deeply wrinkled, as if he had aged by a decade.

But the same goes for the magic boy.

The swordsman's hair had turned white, just like his eyebrows.

Suddenly, the thought of the magic boy being happy made him open his mouth.

“Your hair has turned white, Sword God.”

The swordsman replied as if pinching the magic boy's half-turned-circle.

“Isn’t it natural for old people to grow old?”

Suddenly, the magician deliberately withdrew his internal energy, and the swordsman, as if to match, withdrew some of his own. After gradually reducing the internal energy he had been reducing over a dozen times, he withdrew it from his sword and his double-edged sword, only then did the two break free from their bonds.

Absurdly, dawn was breaking.

The magician stepped back as if he was tired, sat cross-legged, and looked at the swordsman.

Then, the swordsman sat down on the floor with a frown on his face and checked his hair. Just as the magician had said, it had turned white.

The swordsman muttered.

“What the hell.”

The magician, listening to Geomshin's swearing, found himself laughing. However, the moment Geomshin looked at him, the smile vanished again.

It's not a sin to laugh, but something inside me felt like it was sinking.

The magician said to the swordsman.

“I’m going to get off now.”

To the words that he would not decide the outcome, Geomsin responded in a calm tone.

“Master Dongja, I can’t let you go.”

The magic boy tilted his head. He thought it was an unexpected reaction. With little internal energy left, all that remained was a disgraceful fight between the two. The swordsman, the pinnacle of the Hundred Swords, was willing to engage in such a fight, and the magic boy couldn't comprehend it.

The magician asked.

“Why?”

The swordsman stood up as if he was overcome with strength, stood up straight, and spoke as if scolding the magician.

“I have to stop you here because the gentleman’s master will become lonely.”

“What does that mean?”

"You must be one of the few close friends who can understand the gentleman, Master. To me, the gentleman is an unforgivable villain, and I cannot let that villain's acquaintance live. The gentleman will have to live an even lonelier life than he does now. It doesn't matter how strong he is. If I can make the gentleman lonely even after my death, I don't care if Daebyeol Mountain becomes my grave. Please rise…"

The magician looked up at the swordsman.

The old swordsman, whose hair had turned gray because of him, was waiting for him to get up and fight again.

The boy was truly impressed by the swordsman.

'Ah… This is truly the white path.'

The magician asked.

“Is that worth risking your life for?”

The swordsman replied.

"Isn't that enough? Countless people have died for the sake of the gentleman. Let's say I'm giving my life for them. They didn't even reach the heights we did, and they simply died fighting in vain. Who among the dead would have known that their lives were being played around by the gentleman? This infuriates me beyond endurance."

For the first time, the magician let out a sigh.

“If that’s what you mean······.”

The magician stood up from his seat and stared blankly at the swordsman.

"I've been with the gentleman for a long time, but your words are more accurate. I won't return to the gentleman. Is this okay?"

The swordsman asked.

“How can I believe that?”

The magician smiled.

"Look, Swordsman. How could men like us have risen to this position through lies? It was because we each kept our word that we met and fought fiercely at Daebyeol Mountain."

Suddenly, the magician looked at Daebyeolsan Mountain illuminated by the morning sun and said.

"I see, this is Daebyeolsan. Will you let me go? No, I won't. If I say I'll go, then I will. Geomshin, goodbye."

The new form of the magician moved away from the swordsman and then disappeared without a trace.

The swordsman spoke to the boy who was moving away from him.

“Look here, Master.”

The boy's reply was heard from afar.

“Speak.”

The swordsman spoke to Daebyeolsan as he put his longsword back in his hand.

"Don't go around telling anyone you won against me. Since you ran away today, I won."

The boy's voice echoed throughout Daebyeol Mountain.

"There's a man named Geomsin in Baekdo, and his reputation is not in vain. If anyone asks, this is the answer I'll give. See you again."

So when the magic boy disappeared······.

The swordsman left alone let out a long sigh and walked with difficulty to find a sunny spot.

“Oh my, it’s a shame. Those damn kids.”

Only then did Geomshin unfasten the longsword hanging from his waist, place it on the bedside table, and lie down with his head against it like a pillow.

The warm sunlight seeped into his body as if comforting him.

The swordsman muttered as if he was about to take a nap.

"When you're old, you should retire. But it feels like you're old because you haven't retired."

A moment later, the swordsman, who had been closed, opened his eyes with a flash. Memories of the missed opportunity he had faced against the magic boy and the fear of being unable to attack boldly because he judged it to be a trick flashed through his mind.

I was so sleepy that I ate too much.