Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 162

Episode 162

Disciple, Master, how have you been?

“Your Majesty?”

When Danwoo-seong asked about the whereabouts of the Banwolhoeju, the men in black answered.

"We've already set off. You'll be looking for Manmagung."

Danwoo Seong looked back at this bizarre procession and realized the situation. These people were risking their lives to summon Manma Palace.

Danwoo Seong said.

"The Grand Master of the Manmagung Palace is at Mount Guhwa. I have contacted him, and the Lord will also come to Mount Guhwa."

“Oh, is that so?”

A man waved his hand toward the procession.

“Clear everything. Let’s go to Guhwasan right away.”

Danwoo Sung couldn't help but admire him inwardly. Judging by the dismal expressions on their faces, he knew they were burning with vengeance for the deaths of their comrades. They weren't the type to turn back just because someone told them not to.

Danwoo Seong said.

“I will leave first.”

The men in black robes all bowed their heads.

“Your Majesty, please take care. I will meet you at Mount Guhwa.”

On that path, Danwoo-seong and Uisin again departed from the Banwolhoe procession. Suddenly, the men in black robes chatted as they watched the two men quickly move away.

“Why is it so fast?”

“Now I see that the King of Hell was a great master.”

“The old man running alongside me is no pushover either.”

Someone asked this:

“Was the King of Hell a hundred-fold being?”

“Looking at the old man next to me, it seems so.”

“Why does it seem like he’s a man who would be on good terms with our leader, but he’s so shy?”

"Hehehe, that's right. Let's go. Anyway, I guess I can fight and die alongside the Lord and my comrades."

“I said I don’t want to die.”

"Me too. Then, let's go kill him."

The Black Brothers said as they turned towards Guhwasan Mountain.

“It's thin.

Of course, the likelihood of them fighting was slim. After all, a literal showdown between the top players was still ahead.

.

.

.

“The two guests may go up to Cheondaebong.”

A few days later, Danwoo-seong and Yishin arrived at the foot of Mount Guhwasan, unfamiliar with the man's voice. Danwoo-seong looked toward the source of the voice, and a human figure was barely visible in the distance. It was the man of the Manmagungju. When Danwoo-seong looked closely, he saw that the figure had already disappeared.

“Do you know Cheon Daebong?”

Yishin nodded.

"let's go."

There were still many people to come. If Danwoo-seong and Uisin ascended Guhwasan Mountain, there was a risk of being attacked by the grand masters of Manmagung. However, both Danwoo-seong and Uisin somehow believed that wouldn't happen.

Because I have dealt with each ambassador.

They were masters with high self-esteem.

It was impossible to predict how the situation would unfold, but they were not the type of people who would rely on numbers and launch a joint attack.

On the one hand, he wasn't the type of person who would be afraid of being pushed back.

It wasn't something to be afraid of.

The two headed straight to Cheon Daebong Peak.

.

.

.

As Danwoo Seong and Uisin arrived at the empty lot that would become the battleground, Manma Palace Lady approached them from one side, clapping as if welcoming a guest.

“Welcome, everyone. The distinguished guests have arrived.”

To the right of the empty lot where Danwoosung had arrived, three peaks rose. There, sitting cross-legged, were elderly elders I'd never seen before.

And on top of the oddly shaped rock to the left was the Cheondaesa Temple that the god of medicine had spoken of.

Of course, in the center of the empty space, there is a green tree Maya sitting cross-legged.

It was just as Danwoo-seong had expected.

The elders didn't even blink an eye when Yisin and I visited.

They were truly rare old monsters.

The Princess of Manma said.

"You must have come a long way. Please feel free to sit down and rest anywhere. It's a shame there aren't any chairs, and I don't have any tea or alcohol to offer you."

Yishin sat down without saying anything and looked at the old people sitting on the peak.

There were two people, a man and an old man of unknown identity.

All three of them were just doing their own thing, oblivious to the presence of Baekdo masters.

The doctor was looking at the magician with a rare expression of trepidation.

A hint of gentleness was evident in his expression.

He appeared to be no ordinary magician, but a master of the highest level. Even though the spirit of the sword had arrived, Master Jianzi didn't seem to notice.

Danwoo Seong also glanced at the magic masters while carrying his backpack on his back.

It was truly absurd.

Because even if you look at them one by one, there doesn't seem to be an easy opponent.

As Danwoo-seong looked around, Manmagungju spoke.

"Young man, you're a true master. You're the only young one among the top ten masters, so it's hard not to recognize you."

Danwoo Seong replied.

“Who are you?”

At times like this, Danwoo Sung had no manners.

The Princess Manma replied with a smile.

“They say he is a tough guy.”

“I’ve never heard of this before.”

It was the first time I heard that name. Manmagoongju didn't bother to introduce herself as a princess.

Manmagoongju nodded.

“Well, it wasn’t like I was doing anything noisy like you.”

Manmagoongju Cheolhansaeng was a man who couldn't stand still for a moment. He wandered around, leaning here and there.

He would observe the ambassadors, gaze at the heavenly masters, and occasionally lock eyes with Dan Woo-seong and smile meaninglessly. His manner possessed a truly frivolous air, which even Dan Woo-seong found peculiar.

'He's a strange guy.'

Manmagoongju spoke as if she were in charge of the society of the great war that was about to break out.

"Only two people from Baekdo. We'll have to wait a while longer. Surely not all of them were killed by the other ambassadors. King Kwon, has there been any news from the madman?"

“He will come.”

Manmagoongju gave a brief explanation of what had happened.

“The first Fujian person is dead, I hear. To the ambassador over there.”

Danwoo Seong looked at the Cheongmok Maya, who was perched in the center of the empty lot. Manmagungju, who had been looking around, suddenly noticed the spirit who had accompanied the King of Fists.

'Hmm, who is it?'

Yisin was looking at people with an innocent expression, as if he were a local elder who had come to see them, and even the Manmagungju felt no presence from Yisin.

Only then did Manmagoongju look at Yisin with a somewhat bewildered expression.

“Who is that old man who looks like he would be eating noodles or playing baduk at a guesthouse?”

Of course, it was a question asked to Danwoo Sung.

Danwoo Sung had no intention of answering, so he simply glared at Manmagungju. Manmagungju blinked and sighed.

'Anyway, it looks like all the crazy guys are gathered here.'

The doctor who was looking around said to Danwoo Seong.

“I’ll go and see the temple.”

When Yishin spoke as if he were visiting Guhwasan Mountain, Danwooseong's mood finally lifted.

"All right."

The spirit of the king stood up and shook his butt as if to say that he would leave the palace for a moment, and spoke kindly to the king of the king.

“Look here, Princess Manma, I’m back.”

Manma Princess snorted. He'd introduced himself as Cheolhansaeng, but he'd insisted on speaking to her, knowing her true identity. Manma Princess nodded, smiling as if she'd just had air in her lungs.

"Oh, yes. Old man, go ahead. There's not much to see. Don't trip over rocks. They say bones don't heal well when you're old."

The doctor replied.

“I guess that varies from person to person.”

Manma Princess smiled with a strange expression at Yisin's response. When Yisin suddenly went up to see Cheon Daesa Temple, Manma Princess chuckled and then asked the ambassadors.

“Do you know who it is?”

Master Jianzi answered with his eyes closed.

“The author is a doctor.”

"ah······."

Only then did the Queen Manmago stop smiling and stare blankly at the back of the doctor.

'It's really ordinary.'

The combination of his being truly ordinary and his reputation as one of the three gods of Baekdo led to the conclusion that he was truly an extraordinary person.

Suddenly, the Manmagoongju turned her gaze to the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord had been like that too.

The Princess Manma looked around at the ambassadors with a lonely smile on her face and thought this.

'I wish these old people would all die here today.'

The god of medicine, the king of the sword, the gentleman, the sage, the master of fire, the master of wood, even the god of madness. And even if someone unexpected showed up suddenly, it didn't matter. It was Manma Palace Lord's wish that everyone gathered here would die.

Danwoo Seong, who was left alone, sat down and looked at the ambassadors and the Manmagoongju with his arms crossed.

Manma Palace asked as if she had blinked.

“I just had a thought, how did the princess die?”

Danwoo Seong replied.

“Cheonma, Geomma, and I. All three were struck by the seasons at the same time and were destroyed.”

The Princess of Manma opened her mouth.

“Huh, so that’s why there was no will.”

Danwoo Seong looked at Manma Palace.

How could that be a reaction to the death of a son? It was ambiguous, even if it was his son.

The Princess Manmago asked.

“How did Wi Ji-cheon and Yeon Ja-heun die?”

Only then did Danwoo Sung understand Manma Palace Master's words. The ambassadors here were the teachers of Cheonma and Geomma. It was meant to provoke them.

Danwoo-seong deliberately responded like this.

“It wasn’t a very impressive death.”

Manma Palace Lady asked as if she was curious.

“How did you kill him?”

Danwoo Seong glared at Manma Palace Princess and replied.

“He killed Cheonma, and Geomma stabbed himself in the stomach with a sword.”

“Hot······!”

The Queen Manma spread her arms wide and spoke as if she was going to speak to the ambassadors.

"Have you heard? That's how those talented students died. A young master of Baekdo, a master of Kwon Wang. The great masters put so much effort into teaching him, yet one of them, far from avenging the Battle of Oreung, committed suicide. I made him an invincible sword, and he plunged a sword into his own stomach. What a loser. What a loser."

When Manma Palace Master snorted, Cheongmok Maya responded.

“Your Majesty, it’s noisy.”

Suddenly, when the Manmagoongju turned her head, a Taoist priest wearing black clothes came up from the mountain path.

The Princess Manmago asked.

“Who is Aesongi?”

The man in black replied briefly.

“It’s Go Cheon-hwi, the half-moon master.”

Manmagoongju pointed her finger at Go Cheon-hwi and said.

"You're the man who killed Master Su. Welcome. Come sit next to the King."

Go Cheon-hwi, who hadn't even listened to the instructions to sit down, watched the ambassadors with his hands behind his back. He unconsciously clenched his teeth, feeling as if they were about to break. For a moment, his vision dizzy.

The veterans, like Suwoljin, who had barely managed to cut off Gocheonhwi's head with his subordinates, were not even looking at him.

Go Cheon-hwi sighed briefly and sat down next to Dan Woo-seong.

Danwoo Seong welcomed them with short words.

“Hweju, you’re here.”

Go Cheon-hwi nodded while looking at Dan Woo-seong.

“Thank you for the other day.”

Danwoosung nodded with a sly smile. Go Cheonhwi's expression was the most complex of all the assembled. He was furious, but there were no skilled warriors ready to step forward and kill him. The martial arts of the Grand Masters were beyond even the power of the Half-Moon Lord to easily confront.

However, Go Cheon-hwi just sat there like a black man and started glaring at the ambassadors as if he was going to kill them.

Regardless of skill level, he was a man who kept his word. Go Cheon-hwi knew nothing about martial arts, life-or-death decisions, or swordsmanship. He simply planned to kill the ambassadors when the opportunity arose.

However, the Manmagoongju and the other ambassadors were well aware that the black-haired man named Go Cheon-hwi would come out like this at any time.

That's why the ambassadors didn't expel Go Cheon-hwi.

Because anyway, the only thing that was going to happen here was death and killing.

The Princess Manma clicked her tongue.

“Only three? That’s not enough. It’s not enough.”

The talkative Manma Princess was about to say something, but then closed her mouth. As soon as she saw the man appear, the King of Fists rose from his seat.

A fanatic was coming up from under the empty lot, carrying a pack on his back, and Cheolmyeongho and Gwangma were following behind him.

The fanatic, who had suddenly jumped up and stepped onto the empty lot, stood there dumbfounded, looking at the faces of those gathered.

Manmangungju was about to ask Gwangsin about his identity, but closed her mouth.

I could tell who he was just by looking at his expression and eyes.

He was the god of the mad.

As Danwoo-seong silently bowed, Gwangshin nodded while looking at Danwoo-seong.

When fanaticism appeared······.

The Demon Lord, the Demon Lord, the Fire Lord, and the Blue Tree Maya opened their eyes at the same time.

As the area became quiet, Gwangsin walked alone to the empty lot, passed Manma Palace, and passed Cheongmok Maya, who was sitting cross-legged in the center, and looked up at Gunjabong Peak, where the Magical Prince was sitting.

The magician met the fanatic's eyes and smiled gently.

As soon as the fanatic saw the magician's face, he smiled with an unusually bright expression, just like the magician.

The fanatic looked up at the magician and asked.

"Master, how have you been? Seeing you alive and well fills me with joy as a disciple."

The eyes of Manma Palace Master, Master Jianzi, Master Hwa, Qingmok Maya, Go Cheon-hui, Cheol Myeong-ho, and Gwang-ma all widened simultaneously. This statement was shocking even to them.

The magician laughed out loud, which was rare, and nodded at the fanatic in response.

“Young disciple, you’ve grown so old. Welcome.”

The teacher and student met again after a long time and looked at each other with truly happy expressions.