Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 159

Episode 159

The King of Kwon, Heading to Mount Guhwa

The death of the yeti scholar, the removal of the corpse, and the fanatic's words were all mixed together in a jumble that struck the madman's heart hard.

The mad horse, buried in the darkness and lost in thought, suddenly turned its head.

A man flew past me at high speed, and when I looked through the darkness, I saw that it was none other than the Iron Man.

The mad horse's head swiveled left and right in time with Cheolmyeongho's lightness. Perhaps it was because he was drawing on his own internal energy. The lightness was quite fast.

A sigh came out on its own.

'The only thing that ever made me happy was martial arts.'

It became clear after it was taken away.

Something I realized only after losing it.

To Madma, martial arts were the most precious thing. With that, everything else was meaningless. Through a truly strange process, he belatedly realized that he had been on the wrong path.

A moment later, the Cheolmyeongho passed by again, this time slashing from right to left.

At one point, Cheolmyeongho stopped moving and stared at Gwangma for a moment.

Gwangma looked at Cheolmyeongho with a trembling expression and thought.

'Don't talk nonsense and get out.'

Anyway, since Cheol Myeong-ho was sentenced to death, it was something that could not be said out loud.

At this time, Cheol Myeong-ho took out something and threw it at Gwang-ma.

Normally, when something is thrown, it usually flies in a parabolic arc. However, what Cheolmyeongho had thrown appeared to be a heavy boulder flying in a straight line.

It can't help but feel unpleasant.

He caught the mad horse flying towards him with one hand with a bitter heart.

Of course, it wasn't a memorized dumpling, but a huge dumpling.

It was a freshly steaming hot dumpling.

Cheol Myeong-ho, having picked up a dumpling and thrown it away, ran again at full speed. Even without asking, he knew it was Gwangshin's errand.

Gwangma, left alone on the stage again, looked down at the dumplings in his hand, enveloped in darkness.

"whatever."

If Cheol Myeong-ho had been there, he would have responded like this.

“What are you going to do? Eat it, you little shit.”

Sitting on the stage without dinner, he was feeling a bit hungry. Gwangma was much larger than most men, so he suffered more when he went without food than others.

It felt like a waste to throw it away, but it was too bad to eat it.

After staring at the dumplings held in Gwangma's hands for a while, he finally began to eat. As one large dumpling disappeared into Gwangma's mouth, his hunger vanished.

“Remember.”

The mad horse who had eaten the dumplings suddenly looked up at the night sky.

The sky was densely packed with stars, as if they were about to rain down. As I gazed at the night sky for a moment, I heard the familiar sound of footsteps again, and the Cheolmyeongho reappeared.

This time, Cheol Myeong-ho came closer and offered a bottle of alcohol to Gwang-ma.

Gwangma looked at Cheolmyeongho, who had an expression as blunt as his own.

Cheol Myeong-ho said in a blunt tone.

“What are you looking at? Take it.”

Gwangma, a man who had never said thank you before, simply reached out and took the bottle of alcohol, then poured it down his throat.

Only then did the dumplings that seemed to be stuck in my esophagus mix with the alcohol and go down refreshingly.

When Cheol Myeong-ho tried to leave again without saying anything······.

The madman spoke without realizing it.

“Master Gwanshin.”

Cheol Myeong-ho stopped walking and looked back at Gwangma.

“What, Master?”

"You seem prepared to die. Come to think of it, Master Gwangsin seems to have known the old man, known as the Demonic Gentleman, among the great masters of Manmagung."

Although Gwangma spoke informally, Cheolmyeongho responded as if he didn't care.

"however."

“It seems like you are prepared to die.”

“No way. You’re stronger than our master?”

“That could be true, since he was the master of the previous Heavenly Demon.”

“What happened to the previous Heavenly Horse?”

“All three gods came out and fought against him.”

“That was a few years ago.”

“It’s been over twenty years.”

“That was a long time ago.”

It was a moonless night. Only when Cheolmyeongho approached did his facial expressions reveal themselves.

Cheol Myeong-ho said while looking down at the mad horse.

“I’m here, and my brother is here, so I can’t let my master die.”

As Gwangma laughed with a dejected expression, Cheolmyeongho said.

"Are you laughing? How dare you? What are you thinking? I'm going to smash your head in."

As Gwangma sighed, Cheolmyeongho continued speaking.

“How strong is he?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then what kind of guy is he?”

"He never gets angry. He's just a gentle old man. He doesn't seem to lord it over others, but he seems to look down on everyone with a certain aura. He's an old man who feels powerful even though he's never shown it. It's just a feeling of being intimidated."

"He was an old man who, though he was in Manmagung, had no real presence there. He was a master who granted his disciples' requests if they wanted them, but if they lacked the qualities, he wouldn't even talk to them."

Cheol Myeong-ho replied.

"From what I've heard, he's not your average crazy guy. It's okay. The ambassador isn't just a little crazy."

“Isn’t it scary?”

Cheol Myeong-ho chuckled.

“This body has no fear.”

“Like me?”

"maybe."

The mad horse looked at Cheolmyeongho.

'Are you also fearless?'

Looking at it again, it seemed that Cheol Myeong-ho was indeed fearless in the world.

The madman asked.

“Aren’t you afraid of dying?”

Cheol Myeong-ho replied.

"No way. I don't want to die. But if Master is prepared to die, that's not possible. I won't let that happen."

"why?"

Cheol Myeong-ho raised his hand as if he was frustrated and was about to hit the mad horse's head, but barely managed to hold himself back.

“Oh my, this son of a bitch.”

A torrent of curses poured out.

“Why are you a dog. It's because you're a father -in -law.

Gwangma looked at Cheolmyeongho with a blank expression.

“······.”

"Stop whining nonsense. Where did this brat get the idea to act depressed? I ran the dumpling errand for you because of you. And when I said let's meet, the way you spoke… Am I your disciple? I've only let you off the hook a couple of times. Even after coming to the Murim Alliance, you still haven't come to your senses. Should we have a fight? You want to leave? You need to get hit to come to your senses."

When someone is too absurd, it's easy to laugh.

The madman, who had been listening to the swearing with a blank expression for a long time, burst into laughter.

Cheol Myeong-ho shook his head as Gwang-ma burst into laughter.

“Who am I talking to? Did I say something funny?”

The madman spoke in a soothing tone to the madman.

"Understood, Death Penalty, you go in first. I made a mistake because I was feeling lonely."

Cheol Myeong-ho replied.

"Yes. The crazy priest can come back and do whatever he wants, whether he freezes there and turns around or attains enlightenment. I'm going."

The madman nodded.

“Take a look.”

“Okay.”

As Cheolmyeongho turned his back and walked away, Gwangma said.

“Oh, and thank you for the dumplings and alcohol.”

Cheol Myeong-ho replied in a sarcastic tone.

"Wow, I'm honored to hear you thank me, priest. What an honor. What a lucky day."

As Cheolmyeongho vanished, unleashing a light attack, Gwangma gulped down the remaining alcohol in one gulp, then lay down and gazed at the night sky. Moments later, these words escaped Gwangma's lips.

“Not bad.”

Being cursed at by Cheol Myeong-ho, drinking alcohol with dumplings, looking at the night sky, living as a disciple of a fanatic, even dying fighting alongside a fanatic, none of this seemed so bad.

As long as you're alive.

While Gwangma gazed at the night sky, the corpse of the student of the yeti was engulfed in flames in the crematorium. Gwangma, faintly overhearing the sound, muttered as he gazed at the sky.

“Farewell, Master To. This is my farewell to you, my disciple.”

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Danwoo Seong was reading a letter that had arrived at the top of the galaxy.

"······He introduced himself as Suwoljinin. He was indeed strong. So much so that many of my subordinates died horribly. However, Myungwang, if your letter hadn't arrived, the damage would have been even greater. Suwoljinin came to see me shortly after reading the letter. I don't know what a coincidence this is. I will express my gratitude to you on behalf of the Banwolhoe. By the way, I can confidently say that the Banwolhoe had no connection with Manmagung to begin with. That means they only set out to kill the masters of the martial arts world. By the time the letter reaches the upper reaches of the galaxy, I will already be roaming the martial arts world. I don't know if you have given specific instructions to the shaman and Hwasan. Although we have had connections in the past, it is difficult for me to personally go to the aid of the shaman or Hwasan. However, since my subordinates who shared joy and sorrow with me died at the hands of the Manmagung Grand Master, I will not rest in peace until they are all burned. Let's meet in the martial arts world soon." Banwolhoe, Go Cheon-hwi.

Danwoo-seong nodded as he folded the letter.

'Wow, you killed another one.'

It wasn't sent by messenger, but by a person carrying the letter. It seemed like he wasn't a member of the Banwol Society.

Danwoo Seong spoke to the man who brought the letter.

“Please convey this message to the Lord.”

"yes."

"The other ambassadors of Manmagung have decided to gather at Guhwasan. I intend to go there. If you convey this, the Banwolhoeju will make his own decision."

The man answered, bowing his head.

“Okay, I’ll pass it on.”

Danwoo-seong gestured to Gasol.

“I’ll treat you to a meal.”

"yes."

The man responded as if he had a long way to go.

“I have to get back right away… See you then.”

As I nodded as if to tell him to do as he pleased, the man took the ticket and left the reception room.

Danwoo Seong sat on a chair for a moment and stared blankly at the letter.

'Anyway, the Banwolhoe will also come to Guhwasan.'

Go Cheon-hwi had expected one of the ambassadors to go to the shaman or the volcano, but since it was the shaman and the volcano, it was beyond the outsiders' ability to help. The same goes for Dan Woo-seong. These two factions, in terms of pride in the martial arts world, were no less powerful than the Murim Alliance.

The problem was the ambassador that Senior Yisin had mentioned.

Dan Woo-seong, who had finished preparing for departure before arriving at the reception room, went outside and slowly looked around the upper part of the galaxy.

It was a familiar and comfortable sight, as if it was no longer Jin-eon's house but Dan-woo-seong's house.

The youngest, Kang Ho-chung, started training at home again.

It was a house where Baekyak and Baekmyeo stayed as guardian deities in place of Danwooseong.

By the way, wherever I looked, there were few people. After mindlessly looking around the spacious house, I headed toward the main gate, where I found most of the people staying at the top of the galaxy gathered.

“Your Highness.”

"older brother."

“Big brother.”

Most of the brothers, as well as the head of the Yi family, including Lee Seong-min, were gathered there. It was a scene typical of seeing off a procession departing for important business. Everyone knew that Dan Woo-seong was leaving for Guhwasan.

Yisin also stood with Baekyak.

At the top of the galaxy, the identity of the god was only known as that of an old senior martial artist.

Danwoo Sung bowed his head towards his family gathered at the top of the galaxy with an awkward expression.

“Then I’ll be off.”

Most people didn't know exactly what Dan Woo-seong was doing. Some only knew he worked for a merchant company. So, everyone sent him off with bright expressions.

“Your Highness, have a safe and healthy trip!”

“Make sure to eat well and come back.”

The usual farewells poured in from all sides. Danwoo-seong continued to answer, looking around.

“Okay, I understand. I’ll take care of it.”

Danwoo Seong looked at Lee Seongmin.

“Father, I’m going out.”

Lee Seong-min saw his son off with a more excited expression than usual.

"Yeah. Get some rest when you get back. The business at the merchant house is quite hectic. If I'd known it would be like this, I would have left it to Hwa-eon."

“It’s okay. I’ll be back soon.”

Suddenly, Lee Seong-min grabbed his son's hand and pressed it firmly, and Dan Woo-seong smiled and said.

“Don’t worry.”

In this way, the time for goodbyes gradually increased.

Baekyak and I stared into each other's eyes for a moment in silence. We'd already said our goodbyes, so there was nothing more to say.

Danwoo Seong said to Yisin.

“Let’s go, senior.”

Yishin nodded.

“Let’s go.”

After a long struggle with those who followed him to the main gate, when only the two of them were left, Yishin smiled and said.

"What a harmonious home. I never expected this atmosphere, having heard of him as one of the three great merchants of the Central Plains. Your father is truly remarkable."

Danwoo Seong replied.

"yes."

There was nothing else to say. Dan Woo-seong paused for the last time, looking at the house. Several people waved at him, and he nodded, making a promise.

'Come back.'

Danwoo Sung met Yishin's eyes and then smiled faintly.

“Let’s go, senior. To Guhwasan.”

Yishin had already contacted the Murim Alliance. Soon, all the top martial artists would gather at Guhwasan.