Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 164

Episode 164

A hymn to the disciple and the master

Cheol Myeong-ho had no choice.

The pitiful beak burst open as if it were a temper tantrum.

He was a man who had originally lived a trivial and meaningless life. His life changed slightly after he was beaten by a friend who had changed, and after meeting a fanatic, but his essence remained the same from the beginning.

He is a man of low status. He is so low that he has even lowered the status of this position created by the Demonic Gentleman.

Could it be said that the low-level language used at the bottom has broken the dignity of a gentleman?

Cheol Myeong-ho felt like his clothes were going to burst as he listened to the crazy old man's words.

The reason why Master Gwangsin lived in such agony was because of that old man. He was an unforgivable old man.

'That cub.'

When the Demon Lord glared at him, Cheol Myeong-ho spoke with even more evil intent.

"I didn't want to see a hero. I just think you're crazy. What do you think, you old fool of the great Mandu Palace?"

At the mention of Mandugung Palace, Gwangma, who had been looking at both sides with a stern expression, was the only one holding back laughter, and his expression changed strangely.

The madman couldn't even figure out why he was laughing.

Perhaps it was because he'd been running errands for dumplings all this time. Or perhaps it was because he was familiar with the atmosphere of the ambassadors. In any case, Gwangma was trying hard to suppress his laughter, his eyes turning bloodshot.

‘In the midst of all this, there’s a dumpling palace······.’

Just as the magician was about to say something, Cheolmyeongho shouted.

“Shut up! I don’t want to hear it. Shut up!”

The noble magician had never argued with a lowly man from the market, so he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

Instead, the magician looked around at the masters of Baekdo.

It was a look of reproach, asking where he had gotten such a thing.

Even the Manmagoongju looked at Cheolmyeongho with a bewildered expression.

“Hey, young man. Do you want to die first?”

Cheol Myeong-ho, who had everyone's attention on him, glared at Manma Palace Master this time.

"Who are you? You look like a sly, swindler MC from a show troupe that just plays the part of a charlatan. That senile old man has done a good job of recruiting. You should just host the show."

This time, even Manmangungju was unable to respond to Cheolmyeongho's strange verbal abuse.

"her······."

It felt like I'd needlessly provoked a madman who shouldn't have been provoked. If Manmagoongju were to step forward to kill him, the surrounding fanatics and ideologists would have stood in his way.

As it turned out, the atmosphere became strange.

Because the Baekdo masters were protecting Cheolmyeongho so that he could continue speaking.

Cheol Myeong-ho said this while deliberately pointing his finger like a magician.

"So that crazy old man who climbed to the top was a god who could manipulate other people's lives? What kind of god was he?"

“······.”

Cheol Myeong-ho spoke with a serious expression as if he suddenly remembered something.

“Ah, the god of senility. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha······.”

It was a truly stubborn burst of laughter.

Cheol Myeong-ho burst into laughter and swore to himself.

I will laugh even if I die here.

This mad laughter was a hymn to the fanatic master.

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Master, that guy is just senile.

Don't be sad.

Let the disciple laugh to his heart's content.

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As Cheol Myeong-ho continued to laugh like a madman, Gwangsin closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and laughed.

As Gwangsin laughed, Yisin, feeling satisfied, began to laugh, and as Yisin burst into laughter, Yoo Jeonghong, feeling relieved, also laughed.

“Hahahahahahahaha······.”

Even the madman, who had been holding back his laughter, joined in and laughed along.

“Hahahahahahahaha.”

Everyone thought Cheol Myeong-ho was so funny.

I also felt relieved.

The situation was comical, and the silence on the part of the demons was laughable. If someone were to attempt to kill Cheol Myeong-ho right now, every man here would rise up and block the attack. The realization that those gathered here were men who didn't take each other's lives lightly brought laughter to the forefront.

The atmosphere has become lighter.

The men, who had been deeply depressed by the bizarre atrocities of the Demon Lord, burst into laughter, shaking off all their negative emotions. Even the stifling atmosphere the Demon Lord had created was shattered by the laughter.

When the laughter died down, Danwoo-seong asked the magician.

"So, if a hero were born in your time, what would you have wanted to do? It wouldn't have been something you were desperate to die for, would it?"

Danwoo Seong spoke to the Demon King as if he was deliberately bringing the danger that was focused on Cheolmyeongho onto himself.

There was no way the Demon Lord would be offended by such a few words. He calmly gazed at Cheolmyeongho and replied.

"I simply wanted to find someone I could give my best to. However, my inability to create a hero or a demon was probably my limitation. That's what has happened so far…"

Before the magician could even finish speaking, Danwoo Seong clapped his hands on purpose.

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap.

The sound of applause drowned out the gentleman's words.

Danwoo Sung said this time while giving a thumbs up.

“Old fool, I understand, so stop. This is a truly boring tirade.”

When even Danwoo Seong, who seemed to be in a bad mood, started to quarrel with the magician, Cheolmyeongho burst out laughing again.

“Hahahahahaha······.”

Anyway, these two people were friends.

Danwoo Seong stood up as if to block Cheolmyeongho from behind, and ended the situation that had been unfolding before him in an instant.

“So who is the vanguard?”

Danwoo-seong glared at the entire island. Behind him were his seniors, friends, and teachers, with whom he hoped to live.

I was overcome with a strange sense of elation.

This mind itself was a hundredfold.

Danwooseong was considered a low-ranking martial artist among the top ten masters. That's why he deliberately stepped forward first. He knew his opponent would surely have a low-ranking member. He planned to tear that low-ranking member apart, then use the Samramansangchukgi (Three Stages of the Slaughter) to restore his internal energy and prepare for the Demonic Gentleman.

Before Cheongmok Maya, who was sitting in the middle of the empty lot, could say anything, Manma Palace Princess struck first.

“Master, please teach me. I am the king of the ten great masters.”

Cheongmok Maya glared at Manma Palace Master before rising from the open space. He wasn't an easy opponent, after all. Having already defeated the First Man of Fujian, there was no reason to avoid the Fist King, whose reputation was far inferior to that of the Three Gods.

Cheongmok Maya said to Danwoo Seong.

“I will deal with it.”

Danwoo-seong suddenly turned around and met Gwangshin's eyes. Danwoo-seong intended to show Gwangshin this fight.

I was thinking of singing another hymn with Cheol Myeong-ho.

Suddenly, Gwangshin and Danwoo-seong met eyes and shared a smile.

'Be careful.'

'yes.'

Cheongmok Maya spoke to Danwoo Seong in a very leisurely tone.

“Young man, I hope you are better than the best in Fujian.”

Danwoo Sung returned Cheongmok Maya's words exactly as they were.

“Old man, I hope you are better than Master Geum.”

Only then did Cheongmok Maya's expression change.

“Did you kill the gold master?”

Danwoo-seong smiled without confirming or denying. His expression seemed to ask why he was asking such an obvious question.

Cheongmok Maya muttered.

“No way.”

It was incomprehensible, as he was the man who had been fighting with Master Hwa for the position of leader of the Five Elements Demons.

Danwoo-seong, walking toward the open space, glared at Manma Palace Master, then circled around, observing the three major commanders on each peak. He wondered if the fight here would unfold as evenly as the Battle of Baekdo. But if someone intervened in the Battle, all-out war would erupt.

'All-out war isn't bad either.'

When Danwoo Seong, who had drawn a large circle, appeared before Cheongmok Maya's eyes again.

Cheongmok Maya rushed in first.

As the green tree maya, who had closed the distance in an instant, extended her right hand, a blue-green magic energy flowed out from her heart like a tree branch.

Phew!

How can that be called energy?

It was a season called Mokryeongsu (木靈手).

It actually looked like a twisted branch that wouldn't break easily. It was the true face of the thousand-year-old wooden statue that had tormented and killed the first Fujian man.

Danwoo-seong avoided the ominous attack that extended like a spear with a nod.

In an instant, the two people's speed increased explosively, and as their swords and fists clashed, dust rose up in the area.

The magician smiled as soon as he saw Bimu, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

In Baekdo, most people were looking at the rain with tense expressions.

The characteristic of the millennium-old woodworking was that the energy erupting from the tension was so clear that it took on an external appearance, but this contained a trick.

Originally, it was not a martial art that only extended from the long heart.

In other words, what Cheongmok Maya was good at was competing with each other in this way, and then preferring to pierce the opponent's neck or vital points with the thousand-year-old wood gong that erupted from his entire body and the wood spirit water that extended from his entire body.

At this time, the blue-eyed Maya appears like a hedgehog surrounded by numerous tree spirits.

Magic is magic.

Therefore, the normal fight with the King of Fists was nothing more than a psychological warfare to lay the groundwork for killing the opponent in one hit with Mokryungsu.

An ominous atmosphere enveloped Mount Guhwa.

Even the Gwangsin and Yisin had noticed that the ambassador named Cheongmok Maya was hiding something, but the warnings of caution had no meaning.

All I could do was trust in the power of the King of Fists.

Danwoosung constantly moved, studying Cheongmok Maya's gaze and expression. Despite blocking Danwoosung's fists several times and being pushed back, he seemed relaxed. He should have been mentally shocked, I thought.

The youngest of the ten masters was not at all inferior in skill to the great master of Manmagung.

Unfortunately, Danwoo-seong already knew that his power was deeper than that of Cheongmok Maya.

However, they only have a razor-thin advantage.

There were so many eyes watching, so there was no need to put in all my effort.

I just watched the exceptionally excellent techniques of the Cheongmok Maya, and fought against them as if they were rivals, striking, dodging, and counterattacking each one.

With this done, the remaining tasks became clear.

Do each other's methods work or not?

As the King of Swords began to defend himself like an iron wall, Cheongmok Maya began to slowly pull out the Mokryeongsu from his body.

There are two ways.

One is to rush in aiming for a double-crossing formation and deploy a long-range attack.

The rest is driven to a showdown of internal energy, with both hands held together and the Mokryeongsu being used.

I was confident in anything.

At that moment, Danwoo-seong smiled.

It was an extremely provocative smile.

Cheongmok Maya, who had been pouring out her energy fiercely as if she had been tricked by a provocation and was angry, narrowed her eyes.

As if deliberately unfolding a double-edged sword, he gave up his defense and stretched diagonally into the air, then rotated his entire body and thrust out his two swords.

In reality, it was a season called Jincheonssangryongsu (振天雙龍手), a two-way strategy that did not focus on defense.

As the enormous tension surged like a wave, Danwoo Seong calmly gathered his strength in both hands and held them out normally.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

As the loud noise erupted, all sounds were drowned out.

The shockwave also caused a lot of dust to rise up, so the field of vision in front of my eyes became blurry.

At that moment, dozens of tree spirits stretched out from Cheongmok Maya's entire body at the same time like the arms of a monster.

The sound of “Swaeaeaeaeaeaaek” was also buried in the loud noise that occurred earlier.

The moment when dozens of wooden spirit trees suddenly appear before Danwoo-seong's eyes······.

Danwoo Sung pushed the ground away with his right foot.

It was the god of medicine's power.

The outstretched tree followed Danwoo Castle, maintaining an extremely narrow gap in front of his nose.

As the distance grew, Cheongmok Maya naturally injected more energy into her entire body.

The Mokryeongsu was chasing Danwooseong, moving like the heads of snakes, each with its own will.

Danwoo Seong, who was barely avoiding the Mokryeongsu while floating in the air, crossed his arms and pulled out his brain before he touched the ground.

Then, Dan Woo-seong's response unfolded with the secrets of extreme upward mobility overlapping one after another.

The method of protecting the body is the Juyucheonhagong of the spirit body, the method of extinguishing the tree spirit tree is the brain wall, the method of breathing is the Samramansangchukgigong, and the method of moving the body while stepping on the ground is the martial arts······.

Only then did Mokryeongsu's advance stop for a moment.

Danwoo Sung, who had stopped in place, stomped the ground with his left foot and erupted his brain power.

As the white fist grew larger, the figure of Danwoo Sung behind it disappeared······.

Danwoo Sung, bending his upper body, extended his arms behind his back and pursued the brainwave. The short aftermath of the brainwave's strike was a testament to his skill.

As the single star that followed the brain circle rose lightly.

Cheongmok Maya destroyed the huge brain sphere with her right hand, and sent out a wooden spirit beast with her left hand towards the king of the fist who was presumed to be behind her.

For a moment, the new form of the King of Fists floating in the air turned white like lightning.

This is the original martial arts of the King of Power, Jeon I-gyeong-gong.

As soon as Cheongmok Maya lost sight of the King of Fists, she blurted out a word.

"uh?"

It felt like time had slowed down.

At that moment, a fanatic was sitting in front of the Cheongmok Maya.

The moment the fanatic opened his eyes wide······.

Cheongmok Maya swung her sword backward, using it like a horizontal slash. But before her arms could even move back, her shoulders were grabbed.

"under······."

Before he could say anything, Danwoo Seong, who was holding Cheongmok Maya's shoulders, tore Cheongmok Maya's body with both hands in front of Gwangsin.

Phew!

The King of Fists, holding the body of the Blue Tree Maya in both hands, looked up at the sky for a moment.

Foodddddddddddd!

The blood that had been gushing down fell onto Dan Woo-seong's face. Only then, his face covered in blood, did Dan Woo-seong meet Gwang-shin's eyes and speak.

“Master, this is a gift.”