Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 160

Episode 160

King Kwon, listen to the bloody story of Baek Jin-wi-cheol

“This incident has a different vibe from the Battle of Orung.”

Danwoo Seong responded to Yishin's words.

“How was it then?”

"It was war. Troops clashed against troops. It wasn't like our Samshin stepped forward from the beginning. At that time, Cheonma felt like he was dealing with a general with exceptional military skills. He was a man who could command a large army with ease and skill.

If Jeong Hong hadn't responded appropriately, only the best would have survived, and the lower-level martial artists and members of the Murim Alliance would have been annihilated. Perhaps only the elderly would have survived, and the Baekdo would have been pushed to the point where rebuilding it would be necessary.

Danwoo-seong chewed on Eui-shin's words.

'Only the old survive and rebuild Baekdo.'

The words were strange.

If you substitute magic here, you can somehow interpret what the Manmagung Grand Masters are doing.

'Only the old people survive and rebuild the magic kingdom.'

That would take time, and to buy that time, I guessed that the ambassadors of Manmagung would come forward and kill the ten best martial artists in the world.

Danwoo Seong's thoughts were indeed an accurate assessment of the situation.

Danwoo Seong asked.

“···That’s what the magician said.”

"huh."

“Can you compare me to him?”

“With you?”

Yishin looked up at the sky, lost in thought, and then replied.

"First of all, you couldn't catch up with my lightness for even a moment. But you weren't far behind either. For seven days and nights. What do you think?"

Danwoo Seong replied.

"Running for seven days and nights to go to battle would be impossible. Should I try running for even just one hour?"

“With all your might.”

"yes."

"good night."

Yishin looked at Danwoo-seong, smiled, and then, without saying a word, rushed forward like a gale.

Danwoo Sung had intended to give up the lead early, but Yishin's speed was so fast that he had no time to think.

After striking the ground as if to break it, he followed the spirit.

Danwoo-seong's eyes widened.

I was confident that I could beat anyone in light martial arts, but the moment Yishin showed off his light martial arts, my heart sank.

Because somehow this match felt like the moment to decide who would be the best light swordsman in the world.

Because it was so incredibly fast, Danwoo-seong also used Oryoshinkong to bolster his entire body's qigong. He adjusted his breathing to the lightness, concentrated his mind, and then fiercely pursued the spirit that was extending like a divine being.

Yishin muttered from the front.

“It’s pretty good.”

Danwoo Sung didn't respond. He didn't have the energy to respond. Instead, he closed the distance between himself and Yishin and watched him closely as he ran. Since they had decided to fight for a moment, he had plenty of time to observe.

If Danwoo-seong is running like a beast.

Yishin's lightness was completely different from the way he ran.

The unbelievable fact was that most of the time, except when changing direction, he was carrying the load on his back.

Is this even possible?

As he followed, Danwoo Sung constantly admired Yishin's miraculous techniques. With each step he took, maintaining his balance, he extended a considerable distance forward.

It was a light exercise that was completely different from the basic common sense, such as leg strength, arm movement, breathing, and running posture.

Rather, it seemed important to maintain the body's balance.

After floating with his body in the wind, each time his feet touched the ground, he would efficiently push off the ground and then extend himself. This was a movement method that could be described as gliding. As his speed increased, the only thing the yisin's upper body did was tilt slightly forward.

Danwoo Sung was impressed.

'This is the realm of God.'

Danwoo Seong, who had been following closely behind Yisin, called out to his senior in a hurry.

“Senior!”

"why?"

“I lost.”

"already?"

"yes."

Yishin stopped his lightness and looked back at Danwooseong with a surprised expression.

“I thought you had such a strong sense of pride, but I didn’t know you’d declare defeat so soon.”

Danwoo Seong also stopped and spoke.

"This is a light technique that I can't possibly win against. It seems that the Demonic Demon is truly stubborn."

"ha ha ha."

"This isn't a matter of internal energy; it's the superiority of your lightness. Even if you ran for eleven days and nights, let alone seven, you wouldn't have gotten tired. And if you were able to use the Samramansangchuk technique during that time, that is."

The doctor laughed.

“Huh, your observation skills aren’t bad.”

Danwoo Seong asked.

“Do you have a light-hearted name?”

“Zhou You Tian Xia Gong (周遊天下功).”

“I see. Hehehe.”

“Why are you laughing?”

"no."

Danwoo-seong looked around the inns lined up around him and said.

“Fill your stomach and go.”

"Okay. There's no need to rush. This isn't a battle of speed; it's a fight between the White Sword and the Magic Sword. We won't be the only ones fighting, so let's wait a while for those who want to join. For now, even if the others don't know, Gwangsin must come here."

"hmm."

As soon as Danwoo-seong entered the inn, he ordered various dishes, set down his chopsticks, and filled Yisin's glass with water. As they headed to Guhwasan, he treated Yisin with the utmost respect, as if he were his master.

A little later, while eating, Danwoo-seong asked about Gwangshin. The reason he had to participate in the war sounded more like a story than a mere military necessity.

Yishin replied while eating.

“Do you know the name of the fanatic?”

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t know exactly either. But······.”

Yishin suddenly drank a glass of water.

"I heard that when Gwangsin's family was massacred, it wasn't just his family that suffered. It was an incident known as the Bai Zhen Wei Cheol Bloody Massacre, and it happened when Gwangsin was young. He was also a victim. Do you have a rough idea of what it was?"

Danwoo Seong thought for a moment and then replied like this.

“Is Baek Jin-wi-cheol by any chance a human surname?”

The doctor said.

“That’s right. The Baijia, Chenjia, Weijia, and Chejia were all destroyed. None of them were well-known to the world.

These families were known only for their limited knowledge of martial arts. Some were said to be ordinary families, completely ignorant of martial arts. The problem wasn't that they killed everyone; the oldest son or the head of the household was spared, and the body of one child wasn't found.

Do you see what they have in common?

"yes."

Danwoo Seong lost his appetite, so he put down his chopsticks for a moment and then continued speaking.

"They are all clans that have produced the greatest warriors in the world. Senior Gwangsin was a survivor of that bloody battle."

Yishin nodded.

Danwoo Seong said with a look of absurdity.

“Baek and Jin would obviously be Baek Mu-jin and Jin So-han. If it’s the Wei clan······.”

"The man called Emperor Cheonmu was of the Wei clan, and the greatest warrior in the world during the previous generation of the Three Gods was of the Cheol clan. The problem was that some were defeated by demonic attacks, while others were killed entirely by a single sword.

The exact culprit remains unknown. The fanaticism has persisted like a madman, reaching its peak today. The sheer level of viciousness is evident in the fact that he even slaughtered families that weren't renowned for their martial prowess. It's like this.

Where is the best in the world? Appear before my eyes. This is truly the way of the inhuman.

"

“Do you expect the culprit to be in Guhwasan?”

“If the world’s affairs are to be tied up, it will be waiting there.”

Danwoo Sung, who had been thinking about something for a moment, replied.

“The name of the heavenly horse I killed was Wei Ji-cheon, and he was also of the Wei clan.”

Yishin sighed.

“Is that so? I think perhaps this world was treated like a chessboard.”

Yishin suddenly looked into the distance and said.

"Even the white sword and the magic sword are meaningless before this man. Let's finish eating first. Do we really need to starve ourselves for what happened in the past? If this man is to right his wrongs, he has no choice but to endure each day."

"yes."

Danwoo Sung also picked up his chopsticks again.

The fight that unfolds on Mount Guhwa isn't just a fight between the King of Kwon. Perhaps it's not even a fight between Baekdo alone.

It was going to be a fight between those who looked down on the world and those who fought for the world.

The scale of the whole story was so long and so large that Danwoo-seong felt a sense of emptiness.

.

.

.

Danwoo Seong came out after eating and said to Yisin.

“Senior, could you run a little slower than you did before?”

“It’s not difficult. Why?”

Danwoo-seong smiled silently. Yishin also smiled, his eyes narrowed.

“It won’t be easy.”

“Can I try it?”

"How could I refuse? I'd rather take a look. Just give it a try."

"yes."

Danwoo-seong let out a deep breath.

I was planning to follow the example of Yishin's miracle of conquering the world.

Even to Yisin, the King of Kwon was truly a great junior.

It wasn't a martial art that could be easily learned just because someone taught it to you. It seemed like you were just trying to imitate what you'd seen while running, so Yishin watched his junior with interest.

Danwoo Seong stood there blankly for a moment, concentrating······.

The doctor asked.

“You bastard.”

"yes."

“Do you have any plans to learn swordsmanship?”

"doesn't exist."

"You seem destined to inherit all of the Three Gods' martial arts. If you can overcome this crisis, the world of the Fist King will come."

Danwoo Seong replied.

“To do that, you have to survive.”

“Of course, that’s how it should be.”

When Danwoo Seong was hesitant to set off, Yisin said.

"Lightness begins with walking. Let's start by walking."

"yes."

Two people carried the load at the same time.

The sight was rather comical: an old man and a young man standing side by side, carrying loads on their backs.

Yishin said, looking ahead with a bright expression.

"let's go."

Then, the two began to walk, carrying their luggage on their backs. This was the basic posture of the Zhou Yutianha Gong, so there was no other way.

The spirit's gait quickened, and he leaped forward, lightly floating in the air. He was demonstrating it himself.

Now that I look at it, it feels like Joo Yoo-cheon-ha-gong has completely forgotten how to run and is only moving in a supernatural manner, using martial arts.

Danwoo Seongdo also has sufficient air power.

He took a step forward, feeling as if his entire body was floating, injecting internal energy into his ankles. Then, Danwoo-seong's body, leaping in a parabolic arc, sprawled out like a frog, its shape unsightly.

When Yishin burst into laughter, Danwoosung also laughed and said.

"Let's go, Senior. I'll run around in an ugly state for a while. Feel free to smile."

“Okay.”

Although seemingly simple, the Juyucheonhagong was a martial art of ascending, requiring control of body weight, balance, posture, ankle strength, and the infusion of internal energy. Danwooseong's internal energy was now extremely profound, so once he grasped the technique, he could run for seven days and nights without tiring.

Danwoo Seong, who had been running three or four distances in a comical manner, stopped and moved forward repeatedly, and at one point, he bent his upper body down and copied the Juyucheonhagong in a convincing manner.

Danwoo Sung, carrying a backpack, glided across the ground as if using the Shukji method.

It was important to manage the ankles, but it was also important to release the force that was being injected into the body at that time.

It is literally a light technique (輕功, 輕 means light and quick). Of course, there are many masters and schools that practice light techniques in this way. However, Yishin differs in that he moves extremely quickly with his vast internal energy.

Danwoo Seong imitated it.

The imitation opened the way. The doctor who was following behind spoke.

“Let’s speed things up a little.”

"yes."

The moment he spoke, Danwoo-sung glided through the air, then stumbled, arms outstretched, like a child falling. Then, he reached out with one hand, did a somersault, and then, without stopping, headed toward Guhwasan Mountain. After a few stumbles, he was finally mimicking the Juyucheonhagong (a kind of rocket launcher) in a more or less accurate manner.

The effect was so good that it could be called the shrinking method.

When the King's junior bravely followed suit, even Yisin was astonished. Yisin freely roamed around Danwoo Castle and began to seriously take control of Juyucheonhagong.

After about an hour had passed.

Danwoo and Yishin extended forward, their arms tumbling back and forth.

Both of them were running towards the gas station.

Danwoo Seong, who had been defeated, spoke to Yisin as he glided across the ground.

"Senior, let's start the second round. I will challenge you."

“Let’s run.”

Suddenly, the laughter of two people stretched out like a string of taffy, and before long, the figures of those running were no longer visible.