Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 161

Episode 161

The strong gather together

Gwangsin personally cleaned up the living quarters of the Murim Alliance, which Yoo Jeong-hong had provided. He tidied up the clothes and bedding he'd been wearing, dusted, and wiped down the area with a dry rag. He looked at his face with a mirror, trimmed his beard, and then stared blankly at his own face.

My hair seemed to have gotten darker.

Had he become younger through the rejuvenation process? Nothing could be more joyful than regaining youth, but Gwangsin's expression was devoid of joy.

I was just filled with thoughts like this.

'I held out for a long time.'

If I had been alone, it probably would have been difficult to endure.

There were Eui-sin, Geom-sin, and Yoo Jeong-hong, a junior named Kwon-wang, and now Cheol-myeong-ho. I never really thanked them, but they were the ones who, for a rare moment, stayed by the side of a madman, so I was naturally grateful.

In fact, there weren't many men who could speak properly to a fanatic without trembling, so the fanatic's interpersonal relationships were very narrow.

Cheol Myeong-ho's voice was heard outside the door.

“Master?”

“I’ll be out soon.”

"yes."

I rummaged through my belongings and found a few useless receipts. I had no use for the money. I took them all out and laid them on the table.

After throwing everything away, when Gwangsin opened the door and came out, Cheolmyeongho and Gwangma were waiting.

The fanatic spoke to the two men.

“There is no need for you to go all the way to Guhwasan.”

When Gwangsin tried to dissuade him again, Cheolmyeongho responded with a stern expression.

“I will go with you.”

The madman replied.

“I’m going too.”

The fanatic said.

“I understand that you want to go with me because you’re worried about me, but you want to go with me knowing what might happen there.”

Cheol Myeong-ho smiled awkwardly.

"Let's go together. Master, even if you leave alone, I'll follow you soon. The mad demon priest won't have much to do in the Martial Arts Alliance. Guhwasan Mountain would be better than prison."

Suddenly, the three people looked at each other.

It was rare for men like this to have nowhere to go.

The place I wanted to go to was a place where I could die.

He said it as if fanaticism was inevitable.

“Then let’s go. To confirm our fate.”

As soon as Gwangsin received Yoo Jeong-hong's call, he mentally prepared himself and set out for Guhwasan. It had nothing to do with Yoo Jeong-hong's departure. He simply moved because Uisin's letter had clearly stated that Gwangsin must come.

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The mad warrior gazed for a long time at Cheondaesa Temple, perched atop the ancient Buddhist prayer platform of Guhwasan Mountain. Perhaps because the temple was nestled among the bizarre rock formations, it had a peculiarly rough, almost martial arts school-like feel rather than a serene and tranquil one.

“Do you know this place?”

When the Qingmok Maya, who appeared from behind, asked, the Magical Prince answered.

“It’s a place called Cheon Daesa. Do you know about it?”

“This is my first time.”

Cheongmok Maya looked at the wide open space where she stood. She suspected the magician had chosen this place as the site of a decisive battle. The surrounding area was entirely cliffs, with peaks rising here and there.

It was a suitable place for experts to compete.

As the magician continued to look at the great monk, the blue-eyed Maya spoke.

“If you are so concerned, I will go up and make it an empty temple.”

The magician shook his head at the words of the blue-haired maya, who was now acting like a subordinate.

“There’s no need for that. There’s no need to disturb those who are performing.”

“Is there a performer?”

“It’s a great temple, isn’t it?”

The magician turned around and looked at the three peaks rising beyond the open space.

The battle site was a fairly large open space.

The terrain was surrounded by three nameless peaks and Cheondaebong Peak.

Suddenly, the magician flew towards the central peak and sat down cross-legged, and the peak was named Gunjabong (君子峰).

The magician closed his eyes and kept his mouth shut, forgetting about the world.

I was planning to keep my eyes, ears, and mouth closed until the challenger visited here.

Naturally, Cheongmok Maya couldn't disturb the gentleman's meditation. Suddenly, she gazed blankly at the Cheondaesa Temple perched atop a bizarre rock formation.

I wasn't going to kill them, but I was going to check to see if there were any monks there.

This was because, unless there were special circumstances, most Buddhist masters were on Baekdo's side.

Cheongmok Maya flew over the oddly shaped rocks and headed towards Cheondaesa Temple without using the usual mountain path.

A moment later, at the place where the blue-eyed Maya had disappeared, the magician who had engaged in a duel with the god of lightness appeared and looked around.

The magician looked at the magician with his eyes closed.

Since it was expected that there would be no conversation, the Demon King flew to the peak on the left where the Demon King was seated and sat cross-legged there.

The nameless peak became Gyeonjabong (犬子峰).

Of course, Jianzi would think of it as Noho Peak (Old Tiger Peak), but that was when he was still alive.

Master Jianzi, without closing his eyes, occasionally glared at the Demon Lord. Curious to see how he would react, he decided not to engage in a duel right now.

What Jianzi was curious about was who would become the greatest in the world at that time in Guhwasan.

As the sage looked around with an angry expression as usual, two people he hadn't seen in a long time were quickly climbing up from the bottom of the mountain, performing lightness moves.

It was Manma Palace Lord and Fire Master.

As soon as they arrived at the vacant lot, the sage asked.

“Your Majesty, where is the King?”

Manma Palace Lady replied with a smile on her face, her expression unreadable.

"I couldn't meet him. The upper level was guarded by Baek Mu-jin's descendants. I confirmed that the ice ball Baek Mu-jin used was still intact."

Jianzi interrupted Manma Palace Master and then asked Master Hwa.

“Master Hwa, did you kill Geomseong?”

Master Hwa replied.

"I didn't even see it. I heard they're still in the Hwasan Sect's forbidden zone. They had to kill all of their disciples, including the Hwasan Sect's leader, before they could enter the forbidden zone. This wasn't the fight I wanted. By the way, are these all the surviving masters?"

At this time, Cheongmok Maya, who had ascended to the Heavenly Temple, flew down from the sky and landed in the open space.

Manma Palace Lady bowed her head slightly.

“I am meeting with Pastor Mok.”

When Cheongmok Maya nodded, Master Hwa asked.

“Pastor, where have you been?”

Cheongmok Maya pointed to Cheon Daesa and spoke with a puzzled expression.

"It's called Cheondaesa Temple. There's not a single person in sight, but someone has cleaned it thoroughly. It looks like there's someone managing the temple."

After finishing speaking, Cheongmok Maya looked at Manma Palace Master and Master Hwa, and then naturally moved towards the remaining peak.

Then Master Hwa called out to Cheongmok Maya.

“Pastor, where are you going?”

Cheongmok Maya answered, still walking.

“There is one peak left, so I am trying to go there.”

Master Hwa smiled.

"There's only one left, so how can you go up? The young master hasn't arrived yet, and I'm already here."

Manmagoongju took a step back for a moment and looked at the two crazy men.

They were just starting that conversation to get to one peak.

The Princess of Manma said.

"Do as you please. I will look around and guide those who arrive."

As if the Princess Manma had decided not to intervene, she disappeared······.

Cheongmok Maya turned around and looked at Master Hwa.

“Should I compete with you here?”

Master Hwa replied.

"Is there really any need to compete? Wood is not a good match for me to begin with. You should know better. It's better for the two of us to face Baekdo."

Cheongmok Maya looked at Master Hwa.

“I see. So the Fire Wheel True Man is here.”

In Manmaseo-ok, they lived with such mutual respect, and as soon as they came out into the world, they adapted to life. Among the Five Elements Demons, the most aggressive man was Hwarun Jinin.

Cheongmok Maya pointed to the remaining peak as if she was willing to yield.

“Come on up. You’ll have to come down anyway when Master Dongja returns, so it’ll be a hassle.”

Master Hwa nodded.

“I’ll take care of that. Thank you for your consideration.”

The Hwarun Jinin soared into the air and took over the remaining peak.

Of course, since the boy who fought the swordsman had a 50/50 chance of returning, this peak would be called Hwarunbong (Fire Wheel Peak) for the time being.

Cheongmok Maya looked at Gunjabong, Gyeonjabong, and Hwarunbong.

If things were to turn out this way, it would inevitably be Cheongmok Maya who would have to make the first life-or-death decision.

The observer who had been watching said:

"I wrestled with Yishin for seven days and nights, but we couldn't decide the winner. He'll be coming here. He's probably contacted the surviving masters of Baekdo. For the time being, I'll have to send Manma Palace Lady on a dumpling run."

The sage looked at the green tree.

Since the Manmagungju was talking to him while he was away, Cheongmok Maya was in a position to relay the message.

However, Master Jianzi was a man more disgusting than Master Hwa, so there was nothing else to say in response.

Cheongmok Maya sighed, then suddenly felt someone's gaze and turned her head.

A monk was standing blankly in front of Cheon Daesa Temple.

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Cheongmok Maya's eyes widened. It was a person she hadn't seen before when she toured Cheon Daesa Temple. She couldn't help but be astonished, for the monk was a massive man, a staggering seven feet tall.

Master Jianzi and Master Hua were also looking at the monk who appeared on Mount Cheontae.

Suddenly, the monk, who had caught the attention of the magic masters, quietly put his hands together and bowed his head as if to respectfully pay homage to the martial arts masters. Then, he turned and re-entered Cheon Daesa Temple.

For a moment, Jianzi, Qingmokma, and Master Hwa remained silent.

Because it was a truly unexpected appearance of a monk.

Cheongmok Maya asked.

“Do you think you’ve mastered martial arts? I don’t know.”

Master Hwa said.

"I guess you've gotten used to it. It's not the kind of body you can get by sweeping."

The sage intervened.

“It was an attitude of not caring, so just leave it alone.”

The three men looked at the magician. The magician had his eyes closed, as if he didn't want to talk, so they couldn't ask about the monk who had suddenly appeared.

Then, Jianzi and Master Hwa started to eat breakfast······.

Only the blue-green alder tree remained in the wide open space.

Even Cheongmok Maya had no choice but to plop down in the empty lot and begin her morning ritual. Regardless of who came up, she was the first opponent for the Baekdo master, so she had to be thoroughly prepared.

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Danwoo Seong was still learning the Juyucheonhagong from Yisin and was heading to Guhwasan.

What can compare to the joy of learning martial arts?

He could run as fast as an inhuman, even with a human body. The Juyucheonhagong wasn't just a martial art that helped him run faster. Danwoo Seong, in his pursuit of catching up with Yisin, separated his physical and gait techniques while deploying the Juyucheonhagong.

This meant that the Juyucheonhagong was a martial art that was very useful in combat.

Oryoshin-gong was originally the martial arts of enlightenment.

As soon as he mastered the Juyucheonhagong, Danwoosung let his imagination run wild, incorporating it into the Oryoshingong. His aspiration was to reach the pinnacle of martial arts through total enlightenment. Therefore, the Juyucheonhagong taught by Yishin was suddenly intertwined with the Oryoshingong, altering the nature of the offensive and defensive battle.

Danwoo Seong, who was running with Yisin, suddenly bent his upper body and pushed off the ground, then flew low, as if brushing the ground for a long distance.

Then, Yishin and Danwoo-seong stopped their lightness at the same time.

There were strangely dressed men in front.

A human head, arms, torso, and legs were impaled on long poles. It was a truly horrifying sight.

But I couldn't ignore the words written on the fluttering flag.

"The great general of Manmagung Palace, his limbs were torn apart while fighting the Banwolhoe."

At the forefront of the procession, a flag bearing the emblem of the Banwolhoe waved. It wasn't the main force, but the subordinates of Banwolhoe leader Go Cheon-hwi, who had carried the body of the ambassador and sent him out to the Gangho region first.

Yishin sighed.

“Haha, they say that Sohan Gong had a cruel side, but Black Sword is Black Sword.”

At Yisin's words, the entire procession stopped and glared at Danwoosung and Yisin. These men were out to kill Manmagung. Naturally, they had no reason to fear Danwoosung and Yisin.

One of the Banwolhoe's unmanned members glared at Danwoo Seong and asked.

“Who are you?”

Danwoo Seong replied briefly.

“They say he is the King of Hell who sent the letter.”

Few in the martial world know the nickname "Myeongwang." The Banwolhoe warriors exchanged glances, then briefly put down their poles and packs, then politely took the ball from Danwooseong.

“I meet the King of Hell.”

The entire Banwolhoe was in a state of disrespect. It had to be so. According to the leader, the letter had effectively saved countless lives.

Danwoo Seong also looked at the men in black and politely responded.