Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 163

Episode 163

I was on the opposite side of the gentleman and hero.

The fanatic asked, extending his hand towards the magician.

“Shouldn’t the Master speak first?”

The magician nodded.

“Will you give me a chance to speak?”

The fanatic spoke clearly, looking into the eyes of the magician.

“How could a disciple not listen to his master’s words?”

“Good. However, the people I want to see haven’t arrived yet.”

He asked as if he was curious about the fanaticism.

“Who would you like to see so badly?”

The magician smiled and slightly raised his head.

"Is it because I'm getting older? I suddenly miss Jeonghong too. How is Maengju?"

“I’m fine. I’ll be up soon.”

As the magician nodded as if he was happy, the fanatic asked.

“Who else did you want to see?”

The magician thought of several people and replied like this.

“Come to think of it, a lot of people died.”

“I guess so, since you’ve lived a long time.”

“It seems that the swordsman and the boy are either both wearing the same armor or they are both alive?”

“I don’t know.”

The Magical Prince shook his head as he was about to mention more people he wanted to see.

"Okay then. Since we haven't sent out any invitations yet, let's just wait a little while for Jeonghong to arrive."

When the magician extended his hand towards the fanatic as if to tell him to stop, the fanatic turned around and continued walking through the open space.

Everyone could only look at the fanatic's expression.

How could that be the expression of a man reunited with his master? Everyone was fixated on the fanatic's expression, and not a single man could speak.

However, Gwangsin walked on, completely ignoring Cheongmok Maya and Manmagungju, and smiled as soon as he saw Danwoo Seong.

“Our great disciple.”

Gwangsin used to call Danwoo-seong whatever he pleased. Sometimes he called him "Yije," sometimes "Aura," and occasionally "Junior." But today, he was calling Danwoo-seong "Grand Disciple."

Danwoo Seong looked at Gwangshin's expression and replied.

“Master.”

Dan Woo-seong's expression was asking if everything was alright. Gwang-shin approached, tapped Dan Woo-seong on the shoulder, and spoke.

“It’s okay. Let’s sit down.”

"yes."

Only after Gwangsin collapsed first did Danwoo Seong, Go Cheon-hwi, Cheol Myeong-ho, and Gwangma sit down quietly.

Even the talkative Manma Palace Lady had not opened her mouth even once until this moment.

The god of medicine appeared at the right time and came down from the temple to greet the god of medicine.

“Old man with a bad temper, it’s been a while.”

The doctor, who was so happy, made eye contact with the doctor and a broad smile spread across his face.

Then, as if he was tired of responding, the fanatic waved his hand.

Yishin's expression suddenly became trembling and he replied.

“Well, it’s hard to even get a greeting when we meet after a long time.”

Yisin quickly approached and asked Cheolmyeongho, who was sitting right next to Gwangsin.

“Who are you?”

Cheol Myeong-ho was startled and started talking nonsense as he introduced himself.

“Oh, my name is Cheol Myeong-ho. I’m Dokjong-ho. I’ll catch you.”

"Okay. Myeongho, get out of the way. That's my spot."

“Oh, yes.”

As Cheol Myeong-ho stepped back, Yi-sin sat down next to Gwang-sin. Yi-sin deliberately poked his head out and glanced at Gwang-sin, who had a blunt expression on his face. It had been so long since they'd seen each other, he'd been waiting for at least some eye contact.

When Gwangsin suddenly looked at Yisin, Yisin smiled again.

Then the fanatic sighed and said.

“Sir, do it in moderation.”

“I wonder.”

Yishin, imitating the blunt expression of the Gwangsin, glared at the ambassadors. His attitude was as if someone had made the Gwangsin feel uncomfortable.

Danwoo Seong and Cheolmyeongho, who were watching this scene, simultaneously had their eyes turn red.

An emotion that was difficult to understand was welling up.

It felt like Eui-sin and Gwang-sin had been friends for a very long time. From their brief conversation, I felt like I understood how Eui-sin had treated Gwang-sin all these years. I could fully sense that they were just like any other friends, teasing each other, fighting, laughing together, and sticking close to each other.

Against that crazy man, that fanatic.

The sight itself was truly wondrous, and even Cheol Myeong-ho, let alone Dan Woo-seong, was overcome with emotions he couldn't understand.

In an instant, not only the empty lot but the entire Guhwasan Mountain became quiet.

The ambassadors on the three peaks quietly closed their eyes again, and even the Princess Manma, overcome by an inexplicable emotion, sat down in the open space, crossed her legs, and kept her mouth shut.

Everyone waited quietly for the leader of the martial arts world, Yoo Jeong-hong.

Of course, no one could dare to guess why the Demon Lord was waiting for Yoo Jeong-hong.

Danwoo Seong, Cheolmyeongho, Gwangma, and even Gocheonhwi······.

Only the relatively young men looked at the Manmagung Grand Master with their eyes wide open, then looked at the Gwangsin and Uisin.

Now even fanatics and zealots had closed their eyes.

Only then did Dan Woo-seong glance back at Cheol Myeong-ho. His expression was telling.

'Why did you come all the way here, you crazy bastard?'

Cheol Myeong-ho responded with an expression.

'I had no choice.'

Danwoo Seong spoke with his lips.

'Anyway, be careful.'

Cheol Myeong-ho nodded as if he understood, as if it meant not to act rashly.

This time, Danwoo Sung glared at Gwangma, who looked on with a trembling expression. Danwoo Sung pointed at Gwangma several times with his finger.

'If you do something stupid, you'll die.'

The madman nodded as if he understood. He had no intention of doing anything foolish in the first place.

After an hour had passed.

The leader of the martial arts world, Yoo Jeong-hong, appeared on the mountain path wearing a plain white robe instead of the rather flashy attire of the leader of the martial arts world.

As soon as Yu Jeong-hong looked around the empty lot and the three peaks, he stopped for a moment with a look of great surprise on his face.

Manma Palace Princess opened her eyes and spoke to Yu Jeong-hong.

“You Maeng-ju, come in. Everyone has been waiting for you.”

Yoo Jeong-hong let out a sigh. He couldn't help but be surprised that a middle-aged man he'd never met before recognized him the moment he saw him.

After Yoo Jeong-hong took the lottery, he moved his clasped hands in various directions and spoke.

“I am pleased to meet many seniors.”

Even the ambassadors of Manmagung Palace, excluding the Demon King, greeted Yoo Jeong-hong by saying a few words each.

Yoo Jeong-hong bowed his head slightly towards Gwangsin and Uisin and then spoke.

“I was late because I had to call the inspector and ask him to stay in the shack for a while.”

Yishin said, tapping the empty space on his left with his hand.

“You’ve worked hard. Jeonghong, come here.”

"yes."

Only then did everyone look at Gunjabong Peak.

The magician who had risen from his seat on Gunjabong was looking over the gathered people one by one.

The magician's hand pointed to each of the gathered people one by one.

“Master Jianzi, Master Hua, Master Mok, and the Lord of the Manma Palace. And here, I am called a gentleman.”

This time, I recited them one by one, as if introducing the opposing camp.

“Gwangsin, Uisin, Yoo Jeonghong, Kwonwang, Banwolhoeju, Gwangma, and even a young man named Cheolmyeongho.”

The magician even remembered Cheolmyeongho's name.

“I’m not too sad that the Sword God, Sword Saint, Sword Emperor, Water Master, Earth Master, and Gold Master are missing.”

While the magician paused for a moment, the fanatic asked.

“Why did you want to see Jeonghong?”

Yoo Jeong-hong looked back and forth between Gwangsin and the Demon Lord with a startled expression. No matter how he looked, the Demon Lord was an old man he'd never seen before. Furthermore, it was a first for Yoo Jeong-hong to see Gwangsin paying respect to someone.

The magician smiled and pointed at Yoo Jeong-hong.

"Yoo Jeong-hong. Before he was a leader, he was a swordsman. Who else could be called a swordsman in this day and age? Born the son of a brewery, he started out as a lowly member of the alliance and rose to become the leader of the martial arts world. It was thanks to the brewery's son's military prowess that countless lives were saved in the Battle of Orung. He's been called a great swordsman for slaying countless Sima Wei-tai factions, so it's only natural that he'd want to see him."

The magician who had everyone's attention on him pointed to the sky and spoke.

“But what I wanted to see all my life was a hero.”

He looked around at the martial arts masters gathered there and asked.

“Where are the heroes?”

The magician shook his head. His expression and gestures suggested, "I can't see you here."

"I've wandered for a long time in search of a hero. My enemies were all dead long ago. I felt like I was born into the wrong world. I learned by reading, and I mastered by practicing. But while Heaven granted me this ability, it did not grant me the heart to look upon mere worms with compassion."

The magician looked around at the gathered people and sighed briefly.

"I was never a hero to begin with. I knew it well. How could someone who disregarded the thoughts and feelings of insignificant people ever be a hero? These guys simply conspired, plotted, and praised those who helped, only to quickly forget about it."

The magician pointed to Go Cheon-hwi.

"Black magic breeds like insects crawling across a dark wall, and so does magic. Since human nature is inherently this way, there can be no such thing as a white magic world. Therefore, even when I realized I had no more rivals in the world, I had no desire to become a hero.

"My only small wish was… I was curious if there was anyone who opposed me. That would be a hero."

The magician pointed to the ground.

"How wonderful it would have been if Baek Mu-jin had lived in his time. I've read and reread the ancient text where he declared himself the greatest in the world before a gathering of the world's great heroes. How wonderful it would have been if I had been there. I was born in the wrong era."

The magician pointed to the sky with his hand and said.

"Just imagine if Jin So-han were alive. I wouldn't have had a moment to be bored. Dealing with Jin So-han would have been a constant source of bloodshed. Where have all the heroes gone? The world I see is filled with charlatans, power-hungry individuals, those with mediocre martial arts skills, and those consumed by murderous ambitions, mere savages who commit nothing but murder. Isn't that right? They would have been endlessly killed."

The magician pointed his finger at Go Cheon-hwi and said:

“There must be more than one person like you. You are not Jinsohan.”

Go Cheon-hwi's face turned bright red.

The magician looked at the sage and said.

"I began to look into the magic world, hoping that even a demon god would appear. Of course, that plan went awry during the Battle of Orung. Human affairs don't always go as planned."

The magician pointed to the fanatic.

"I never thought a disciple who often indulged in the scheming of the coin would kill a demonic candidate. Of course, it was also because I never expected that a man as divine as I was hiding in the world."

When the magician looked at Yisin, Yisin snickered.

The magician shook his head.

"That's how it happened. There were no heroes in Baekdo, nor in Magic Island, and only the legend of Jinsohan remained in Heukdo. Is that so? To me, it was truly a dull world, a dull world. A world worse than reading a book."

The hearts of those watching were growing cold.

This time, the magician spoke to Yoo Jeong-hong as if he was nagging him.

"Jeonghong, I protected you from death with all my heart and soul, yet you remain nothing more than a leader and a knight. How many men do you think I killed who were after you? I thought you would become a hero. You've remained the same as when you were young, only your hair has turned white. How can I blame you, when that's how you were born? The way you live diligently is admirable and heartbreaking.

"

Yoo Jeong-hong's expression also became truly haggard and miserable.

The magician smiled.

The leader of the Black and White Swords, the Banwolhoeju and the Murim Alliance, were still trembling.

Then, Yisin grabbed Yu Jeonghong's shoulder, who was standing next to him. As Yu Jeonghong looked at him with bloodshot eyes, Yisin spoke briefly.

"no."

The doctor's words implicitly said that he did not think of you that way.

The magician pointed to the fanatic.

"Even our truly outstanding disciple, whom I nurtured to become a hero, suffered from constant obsession with money, teetering on the brink of death. How long must an old master have to live off of you? I was disappointed in you. Yet, the way you persevered was truly impressive. However, you were so entangled in your own personal affairs that it seemed difficult to even manage yourself. Far from becoming a hero, you were often called the god of the mad."

Unlike Yoo Jeong-hong or Go Cheon-hui, Gwangsin didn't react to the words of the demon lord. This was because his heart was already torn into pieces.

He just nodded a few times towards the magician, tilting his head crookedly.

“Yes, that’s right.”

Dan Woo-seong, who had been linking arms with him, glared at Go Cheon-hwi as if he were deliberately trying to kill him. Go Cheon-hwi blinked and frowned as soon as he saw Dan Woo-seong glaring at him out of the blue.

For a moment, Go Cheon-hwi stared at the floor, lost in thought. His exhalations were trembling and leaking out. For some reason, it was difficult to look at the Demonic Gentleman. It seemed as if the Demonic Gentleman was reciting a chant mixed with internal energy.

It was the same for others.

This time, the Demon Lord looked at Cheol Myung Ho. As he was about to say something, Cheol Myung Ho, surprisingly, spoke first, his expression tinged with venom.

“Wow, that crazy old man is amazing. He’s been eating his age up his asshole.”

“······.”

A chilling silence fell as everyone's eyes widened. Even Yoo Jeong-hong and Go Cheon-hui, lost in their own tangled thoughts, looked at Cheol Myeong-ho with startled eyes.