Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 157

Episode 157

Fanatic, the disciple wipes the blood 2

The fanatic closed his umbrella again, then held it out straight, performing a light-hearted attack. It was a bizarre move, with his body erect and his umbrella extended straight. While the technique was bizarre, its power was naturally far more powerful than that of Cheol Myeong-ho, who unleashed the Bangcheonhwageuk while galloping on horseback.

When Yetoseo-saeng struck the tip of the umbrella with a sickle······.

The fireworks went off.

Then, the yeti student fiercely struck the onslaught of fanatics with his scythe. In an instant, seven flames erupted in quick succession.

The fanatic accurately pointed to the direction of the Big Dipper, and the yeti scholar blocked it one by one with his sickle.

After the flurry of thrusts ended, the fanatic continued his attack with a slashing motion.

The trajectory was very long.

This was because it was unfolding with rapid skill. As the sword wind spread out to the front, right, and left, the hair of the onlookers all flew up.

Each time Yetoseo blocked a strike, he forcibly counterattacked by thrusting his sickle in between.

But the fanatic responded by blocking with a cutting action.

He was using his offensive instincts to repel his opponent's attacks. However, even with these simple stabs and slashes, he was able to pressurize the Yetoseosaeng.

Above all, the fanatic's divine and protective spells were incredibly fast in the eyes of his disciples and allies. It was to the point where the skill of the Yeto scholar, who was blocking the attack, was even more striking.

'How on earth do we stop that attack?'

But fanaticism has not even begun to show what it really wants to show.

If what was shown so far was only the speed of the Samjae Sword Technique, what was about to be shown from now on was the combination of the Samjae Sword Technique.

The fanatic raised his iron umbrella as if he was about to strike, but then changed his half-opened motion to a thrust.

Kaang!

As the Yetoseo student calmly reads the path and blocks it, he is pushed back slightly.

The fanatic closed the gap with a stride and then launched a diagonal downward strike.

Wedge!

This time, when Yetoseo, who had anticipated the path, reacted first, the fanatic bent his wrist downwards at that moment and aimed for Yetoseo's wrist with another stab.

Anyway, since the length of the iron umbrella is too long to overcome the sickle, it is a situation where you are forced to continue defending.

Thud!

The yeti scholar had no choice but to pull his arm back to protect his wrist and then strike again with the sickle.

The following combinations are the same.

The fanatic didn't even think about defense.

Preemptive strike suppression created solely through attack.

This martial art was mastered solely through the combination of attack path, the three-strike technique, and speed.

He stabbed while striking downwards, aimed for the lower part while striking downwards, deflected the falling scythe with a slash, and continued striking downwards.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Even while blocking, Yetoseo felt anxious.

Because it was difficult to predict when the trajectory would change.

Now, even for the Yetoseo scholar, this was not a simple Samjae sword technique.

On the other hand, as the fight continued, Gwangshin became more and more accustomed to the iron umbrella, and his combinations became more and more complex.

He suddenly stopped his rapid thrusts in the direction of the Big Dipper on the third strike, rushed forward and drew a horizontal slash with the number 2, then spun his body around and delivered a powerful downward strike, just as he was about to complete his hastily prepared attack… As soon as he confirmed Yetoseosaeng's response, he quickly pointed out the remaining directions of the Big Dipper one by one.

Ttadadadang!

The yeti scholar moved his sickle hurriedly and struck each stab with precision.

The situation is such that even the eyes of the yeti scholar are starting to get dizzy.

Considering that the fanatic's initial opponent was the demonic warrior, the situation was even more shocking. Furthermore, the question of whether the Samjae Sword Technique was truly a simple swordsmanship was answered precisely by the fanatic's possessed attack.

It was by no means a simple swordsmanship.

Rather, the correct answer was that it was a martial art that served as the foundation and basis for creating an infinite variety of swordsmanship.

This was the Samjae Sword Technique that Gwangsin wanted to show Cheolmyeongho.

Cheol Myeong-ho watched his master with his eyes wide open, as if imprinting every single movement on his mind.

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Compared to other people watching the match······.

The nameless emotions and excitement that Cheol Myeong-ho was experiencing could not help but be more intense and profound.

Because the Samjae Sword Technique that he practiced every day had become a Samjae Sword Technique that even the great master of Manmagung could not stop in the hands of the fanatic.

Of course, Cheol Myeong-ho also knows very well that he cannot follow that realm right away.

But I kept being amazed, remembering it, and the pure desire to one day achieve that level never subsided.

Rather, it was boiling inside my chest.

This was especially true because the Samjae Sword Technique that he repeated every day was not a meaningless martial art.

Meanwhile, Cheol Myeong-ho had this thought.

How many times did the master swing his sword?

Cheol Myeong-ho, who was imagining this, laughed with a strange expression.

He thought he'd been through enough, even though he hadn't yet completed a million rounds. But he figured his master, fighting offstage, must have endured even more.

The body must have been in pain, and the heart must have been lonely.

As Cheol Myeong-ho watched the battle, his eyes gradually turned red.

'If a man wants to do something, shouldn't he do something like that?'

While watching, a noodle restaurant on a rainy day suddenly came to mind.

The expression and words of his friend, who had grabbed him by the collar, were still vivid. Cheol Myeong-ho probably hadn't anticipated that he would one day witness such a magnificent Samjae Swordsmanship. Nevertheless, the words he'd heard in the pouring rain shone through him again in this moment.

"Do you think you can kill a person by learning a few childish gestures and footwork? A hundred thousand times seems like a lot, doesn't it?"

The question I asked back then, I can now answer clearly.

'No, a hundred thousand times is not a lot at all. A million times is not a lot either.'

Look at the master.

That Cheolmyeongho's master, Gwangsin, was a man who practiced martial arts over and over again millions of times with the determination to truly tear apart the demon and kill him.

Now, the pain and persistence were clearly visible in Cheol Myeong-ho's eyes.

This is truly an eye-opening and a broadening of one's horizons.

It was a fate and a coincidence created by Cheol Myeong-ho's personality, Dan Woo-seong's offer to join, and Gwang-shin's skills.

When tears suddenly began to flow from his eyes, Cheol Myeong-ho did not try to control his emotions and just let them be.

Now I didn't want to care about what other people thought at all.

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The madman was most disturbed here.

Yetoseosaeng was the teacher of the magicians, and Gwangsin was a relationship that had to be formed, but in any case, he was the teacher of Baekdo.

But when he found out who he was rooting for, he couldn't help but feel strange.

I was secretly hoping that fanaticism would win.

Because Gwangma himself wanted to personally tear apart and kill the masters of Manmagung.

But isn't he not a white person anyway?

I could only watch the match with a heavy heart. Then, suddenly, I glanced at Cheol Myeong-ho, who was watching the match from the side.

Cheol Myeong-ho was looking at the rain, and large tears were streaming down his face.

The madman frowned.

'Why is this crazy kid crying?'

Suddenly, Gwangma looked around. The other Baekdo warriors weren't crying, but their basic expressions weren't much different from Cheolmyeongho's.

'Well, there really aren't any sane people out there.'

The madman clicked his tongue as he looked at the madmen.

"You crazy bastards, what's so sad about this? That's what their expressions are like."

It was something that Gwangma couldn't understand.

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The fanatic laughed eerily as he attacked the scholar. The sharpness of the scythe, wrapped in a steel blade, was gradually dulling.

The aerodynamics itself was sufficiently high for the Yetoseo scholar. However, the strength of the iron umbrella unexpectedly overwhelmed that sickle.

Even if they are surrounded by the same force, the impact applied to the object is bound to be different.

The reason why martial arts masters are obsessed with famous swords is similar. In martial arts, where even a single sheet of paper can determine victory or defeat, the difference in sturdiness between a sickle and a steel umbrella is significant.

The iron umbrella that Cheol Myeong-ho carried around ended up being helpful to Gwang-sin as well.

However, if we trace the origin of this iron umbrella, it was a pure gift from Murong Bin, who was fond of Danwoo Seong. In other words, Murong Bin's heart, through various processes, was also supporting Gwangsin.

Before he knew it, the scythe wielded by the yeti scholar had lost all of its teeth, and from that misaligned state, it was crushed and bent again. It was surprising that the scythe was still attached to the body.

Kakakan!

An ominous cracking sound erupted from the middle of the scythe as it blocked the stabs one after another.

The yeti scholar poured out his strength and threw the sickle with his other hand. He thought the weapon's lifespan had already ended.

As the tension and the sickle flew at the same time at close range······.

The fanatic quickly opened his umbrella.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

As the flying bolt and sickle collided with the umbrella and disappeared at the same time, the fanatic smiled as he closed the umbrella again.

'Well, that's an interesting weapon.'

The yeti scholar glared at the fanatic with his mouth tightly shut.

Since I threw away the sickle, the battle of weapons was essentially a loss.

Even if I tried to do something, the fanaticism was so fast that it seemed like I didn't have time to prepare for the season.

When Yetoseosaeng hesitated for a moment, Gwangsin said this.

“Try it. Anything······.”

The fanatic lowered his iron umbrella and waited for a moment as if to give the scholar a chance.

In fact, Gwangsin had only been using the Samjae Sword Technique up until now, and had not used any of the techniques of the Seonghashin Gong (星河神功), which he had been practicing the most difficult.

Of course, the Demon Extermination Method Pacheongu (破天球) cannot be used in the Martial Arts Alliance. It would cost a lot of money to repair the collapsed area.

However, the Myeolmaishik (滅魔二式) Yu Seong-hwi (流星輝) was a ray of light specialized for assassination. It was named after the light emitted by a falling meteor, as it was a method of polar yang pointing that quickly extended and pierced the body of a fugitive in a straight path.

Since the opponent had thrown away his weapon, he was planning to use it at any time.

The decisive battle of the Three Forms of Exterminating Demons was a divine technique in which one would run wild with the resolve to die, and it was a martial art that allowed one to move faster than the speed at which a madman could normally reach his maximum.

The match would end with the combination of transplant and three meals.

For a moment, Gwangsin and Yetoseo looked at each other as if time had stopped.

The Yeto scholar, who had no faith in fanaticism whatsoever, quietly stepped back and carefully wrapped his entire body in Yeto magic.

Chorrrrrrrrrrrr!

The body of the yeti scholar appeared to be wrapped in yellow-brown sand.

When the fanatic stood still, only then did the scholar breathe a sigh of relief and prepare for the season.

As they wrestled with each other, the yellow-brown sand and clay would scatter like tiny particles of dirt, covering the fanatic's entire body. It was a martial art where the filthy dirt enveloping his body transformed into the mortal dirt that would slay his opponent.

Let's wait for the yeti scholar as if the fanatic told us to do anything······.

Yeto Seosaeng leaped into the air, exposing his entire body to vulnerabilities. He planned to exchange a few attacks before unleashing his tainted earth energy.

In the air, the Yetoseo student crossed his arms back and forth, releasing tension in succession.

The fanatic used his iron umbrella to dispel all the tension. Then, the yeti scholar, closing the distance, unleashed his magic from close range.

For some reason, the fanatic's body stood upright again, swinging his iron umbrella around, and then he struck down with a large movement.

The movement was truly simple.

At that moment, Yetoseosaeng opened his eyes wide and erupted his double-edged sword in front of him.

At the same time, the Yeto that was wrapping around the body of Yeto Seosaeng grew left and right like wings, then swirled around to envelop the person and covered the entire body of the Gwangsin.

Let us unite as the Yeto is reconstructed into human form.

The scholar of Yetoseo, who was worried about the escape of the fanatic, immediately threw down the gauntlet.

Paaaaak!

'You won.'

When the sand was blown away······.

The yeti scholar opened his mouth halfway.

From beyond the hole made by the tension, a fanatic was looking at him.

It was a sight that was utterly incomprehensible.

Because the fanatic had avoided the decisive battle that consumed a considerable amount of energy, even the great ambassador was momentarily unaware of the situation.

Yeto Seosaeng had no choice but to transform the scattered yeto into his own self-defense weapon. With a strange noise, Yeto Seosaeng's body was once again covered in yellow-brown sand…

The fanatic, who had been standing still and making the Yeto scholar let his guard down, pointed his finger as if he had something to say.

However, this was not an ordinary finger pointing, but a stern criticism.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

A ray of light shot out from his finger, piercing the forehead of Yetoseosaeng, and then straight out from the back of his head, along with blood.

Phew!

The yellow-brown sand that was pushing in from the left and right only then wrapped itself around the head of the scholar.

Yetoseo was already slowly falling backwards with his head tilted back.

Rather than protecting his body with a self-defense technique, Yoo Seong-hui's speed was faster.

When the Yetoseo student collapsed on the stage······.

Blood flowed from the head and spread out in a circle on the floor of the stage.

The fanatic tilted his head slightly while carrying his backpack, and stared blankly at the body of the yeti scholar.

“Have a nice trip.”