Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 165

Episode 165

The leader, the man in the highest position

The fanatic who received the gift from Danwoosung smiled.

It was because on the day he first met Danwoo Sung, Gwangshin tore the leader of the Gold and Silver Murder Society to pieces in that manner.

Gwangsin nodded toward Danwoo Seong and said.

“I received the gift.”

I couldn't help but be surprised because he copied everything, even catching the pouring blood on his face.

It meant that at the time, the King of Swords' junior was keeping an eye on his appearance while fighting against the masters of the sword that could not be stabbed.

This gift was purely fanaticism, as Dan Woo-seong's actions were incomprehensible to others. Ultimately, it could be said that Cheol Myeong-ho and Dan Woo-seong each offered their master unique comfort in their own way.

It was like this.

You are not crazy.

That's just the way things were.

As Cheol Myeong-ho praised his master with a smile and Dan Woo-seong with a cruel manner, Manma Palace Lady, who was watching, snickered and said.

“That’s cruel.”

Contrary to what he said, he wasn't surprised at all.

The reason is obvious.

The Manmagoongju believed that his lightness was the best in the world. He even believed he was faster than that great magician.

I had no choice but to be relaxed, believing that I could run away at any time and go anywhere.

Danwoo Seong returns to his seat with a calm expression.

The Manmagoongju looked at the three ambassadors on the peak and said.

"Master Mok has been defeated miserably. Should I step forward? Or will Master Hwa exact revenge on the Five Elements Demons? Master Hwa is now the only survivor of the Five Elements Demons. It's a shame."

Manmagoongju's words meant that Master Hwa had more justification for coming forward.

Master Hwa said this.

“Anyone from Baekdo, come out first.”

Danwoo-seong looked at his seniors.

If his seniors didn't rise, he planned to fight again. He felt it was a way to repay the gifts he had received from them and his teachers.

Ironically, the first one to get up from his seat was Cheol Myeong-ho.

Cheol Myeong-ho looked around with a strange expression on his face, as if he thought it was absurd.

'If you die fighting, that's it.'

“Myungho.”

"yes?"

When Cheol Myeong-ho turned around, Yu Jeong-hong gestured for him to come closer.

“Are you going out?”

"yes."

"You're young, so you'll have plenty of opportunities to fight in the future. Will you yield to me?"

Cheol Myeong-ho responded with a bewildered expression.

“Oh, of course I have to make concessions, but can’t I fight for you once?”

Yoo Jeong-hong stood up from his seat and took something out of his pocket as he spoke.

"Yeah. No. By the way, I came out in a hurry. Hold this for a moment."

What Yoo Jeong-hong handed to Cheol Myeong-ho was a nameplate made of solid wood.

How old is this nameplate?

The part he held in his hand was shiny. Yoo Jeong-hong didn't give a detailed explanation when handing over the nameplate, but Cheol Myeong-ho knew that it was the nameplate of the alliance leader used by the leader of the martial arts world.

There was no pattern whatsoever, just the three characters of the name Yu Jeong-hong engraved on it.

That he had temporarily entrusted the nameplate to the leader.

Of course, it means risking your life.

As Cheol Myeong-ho was trembling with the nameplate in his palm, Yoo Jeong-hong wrapped his rough hand around Cheol Myeong-ho's hand and tapped it once as if to tell him not to lose the nameplate.

“Take good care of it.”

Cheol Myeong-ho replied.

“Oh, I understand.”

Yoo Jeong-hong walked a few steps into the empty lot, then turned around and spoke to Yi-sin and Gwang-sin.

“Seniors, I will show you the swordsmanship that my junior has been practicing since the Battle of Orung.”

When Yishin extended his hand as if to take a look, Yoo Jeonghong slightly lowered his head.

“Please take a look and teach me what I am lacking.”

Yisin and Gwangsin nodded. They had nothing else to say. He was a junior they cared for, but as the leader of the martial arts world, they couldn't speak carelessly.

As Yoo Jeong-hong walked into the empty lot with his white hair fluttering, Master Hwa asked.

“Who does the leader want as his opponent?”

Yoo Jeong-hong said, pointing to Master Hwa.

“It seems that the Magic side had already decided on their opponents to some extent.”

“That’s right.”

“Then who was Master Hwa originally planning to deal with?”

“It was a black star.”

Yoo Jeong-hong said this while lowering his sword and taking the punch.

“I will fight Master Hwa instead of Sword Master.”

Master Hwa nodded with a big smile on his face.

“That’s great.”

Even though he was an enemy, he had the appearance of a leader of a group called the Murim Alliance, so Master Hwa smiled as if he was satisfied.

The fire master, who had risen from the peak, landed lightly on the empty lot and spoke to the Manma Palace Master nearby.

“You stay back.”

Manma Palace Lady stood up without a word and moved to her seat. This was because Master Hwa's martial arts were so impressive.

While Yoo Jeong-hong and Master Hwa were facing off from a considerable distance.

Yoo Jeong-hong looked at his gentleman teacher and said.

"Master Gentleman, I thank you for taking care of those who tried to kill me. Thanks to you, I have grown old in this world."

As the magician smiled, Yoo Jeong-hong pointed at him with his finger and said.

“But if I had known you were doing such a thing, even when I was young, I would have said this.”

For a moment, Mount Guhwa became quiet.

Yoo Jeong-hong continued speaking.

"Why did you do such a pointless thing? My martial arts were strengthened by encountering formidable opponents. I was a swordsman before I became a leader, so your prematurely killing my opponent was a meddling I would never have wished for."

When Yoo Jeong-hong rebuked the magician with truly polite words, Cheol Myeong-ho hit his knee and shouted.

“That’s right!”

The Baekdo masters, including Danwoo Seong, all smiled.

Master Hwa responded to Yoo Jeong-hong's words on his behalf.

“Wouldn’t it be right to prove that with your skills, Master of the Martial Arts World?”

Yoo Jeong-hong nodded.

“That’s true too.”

Master Hwa asked.

“Are you ready?”

“Not yet.”

“I’ll wait.”

Yoo Jeong-hong stared blankly at Master Hwa without drawing his sword.

Yoo Jeong-hong is a Noh Gang-ho. Upon closer inspection, he suspected Master Hwa's powers would be deeper than his own. Having faced countless enemies in the martial arts world, he relied on instinct and intuition to make his judgment. However, Yoo Jeong-hong had already endured countless difficult battles.

He is a man who took a different path from the seniors of Samshin and the great masters of Manmagung, who can be said to be somewhat of a 'hermit'.

From the moment I mastered the sword until now, when my hair turned white.

Yoo Jeong-hong has always been active.

He is a man who has never once stepped back and lived quietly.

Only then did Yoo Jeong-hong pull out the leader's sword, stand it upright, and look at the sword body, lost in thought.

Master Hwa, who felt that he was deliberately wasting time, asked.

“What have you been thinking about for so long?”

Yoo Jeong-hong responded leisurely.

“I briefly wondered what I would have done with my life if I hadn’t become the leader.”

“I wonder if he inherited the brewery or something.”

“That could have been the case.”

When Master Hwa laughed, Yoo Jeong-hong said to Master Hwa.

“And then eventually, he would have run away to the world of martial arts and made a living by cutting off the arms of Sima Wei-do like you.”

The first mover was Yoo Jeong-hong.

He slowly raised his sword and swung it down simply. Master Hwa dodged it without difficulty and then walked around, glaring at the Baekdo masters.

"You're being so slow, it's embarrassing. I'll have your leader turned into charcoal and returned to you soon."

Cheol Myeong-ho muttered.

“······You’re talking nonsense.”

Master Hwa glared at Cheol Myeong-ho, then quickly dodged Yoo Jeong-hong's sword. Now that the fight had begun, he couldn't afford to ignore his opponent, who was distracted. However, Master Hwa's movements remained unpredictable.

The gap was even more noticeable because Yoo Jeong-hong was moving slowly on purpose.

Yoo Jeong-hong straightened his sword again.

He looked so aged that one wondered if he was truly the leader of the martial arts world. His fluttering white hair was a pitiful sight. Master Hwa, on the other hand, was covered in a haze of heat.

Then, a ring of fire appeared around Master Hwa's body, slowly rotating around him. Then, with the sound of a burst of flame, a sphere of fire formed from the ring of fire.

It was a wondrous sight.

It was also a magic that was like magic.

Master Hwa, who decided that there was nothing more to see from Yoo Jeong-hong, rushed in.

Even as they moved, the sound of fire mixed with the wind flowed out.

Whoosh!

The fire energy enveloping his entire body made it necessary for Yu Jeong-hong, still holding his sword, to retreat. Sure enough, Yu Jeong-hong, who had already begun swinging his sword, backed away from the attack, while Master Hwa charged forward, deploying his martial arts.

Master Hwa also had the same thoughts as Dan Woo-seong.

There are many people watching, so there is no need to put in all your effort.

The season was intended to be waged against a fanatic or a righteous person. Judging by the flow of the battle, he judged that even if Yu Jeong-hong concealed his strength, his level of power would be inferior to his own.

Of course, that guess is correct.

Because of this, Yoo Jeong-hong maintained his momentum by dodging Master Hwa's attacks. When his opponent came out strong, he surrendered to the momentum without going against it.

But this one-sided chase continued for half an hour.

The fight that ensued wasn't just a simple escape. Yoo Jeong-hong fiercely swung his sword, fending off Master Hwa's onslaught of attacks. Sometimes he used sword wind, sometimes sword energy, and occasionally evasive maneuvers utilizing lightness to gain distance.

Already, Yoo Jeong-hong's face was dripping with sweat, and his white robe was turning into rags, with burn marks here and there, holes in it, and marks where it had burned and stopped burning.

The reputation of the martial arts leader was beyond words.

Even the watching Manma Palace Princess was laughing.

"Lord, how long are you going to keep running away? Don't you see any clues to a solution?"

Even as Yu Jeong-hong moved around, using the open space as a large space, he responded to Manma Palace Master's complaints.

“That’s right. I don’t see any weakness in Master Hwa.”

The Princess Manma sighed.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's a good thing the members aren't here. What a disgrace! The man who's the leader of the Baekdo martial arts world is running away and dying."

Yu Jeong-hong, who had been pushed back after striking the Master Hwa with his sword, responded again while gasping for breath.

“This is difficult. I can’t think of a good solution.”

When Yu Jeong-hong consistently spoke back, Manma Palace Lady finally felt a little strange. She'd intentionally uttered those words to provoke Yu Jeong-hong and upset his composure, but it was strange that Yu Jeong-hong, seemingly busy, always responded. No matter how I looked at him, he seemed to lack the energy to respond.

Manma Palace asked, blinking her eyes.

“Do you have time to respond to what I say?”

This time, Yoo Jeong-hong quickly swung his sword forward five times, striking back at the incoming fire wheel palm force.

Pubbububububu!

Yoo Jeong-hong responded again this time.

“That’s right. I’ve given orders so many times while fighting… it’s become a habit.”

Only then did Manma Palace blink and look at Yu Jeong-hong.

'Giving orders while fighting?'

It's literally true.

Yoo Jeong-hong wasn't a man who just stood back and watched, calling himself the leader. When he rescued the Sword King from the demon's grasp, he rushed in like a vanguard, swinging his sword. Yoo Jeong-hong was always a busy man.

Sometimes he served as a vanguard, a soldier, and a leader, and when retreating, he retreated at the rear. Giving orders while fighting was a daily occurrence.

From the beginning, he was a man who lived a different life from most other strong men.

This time, the Princess Manma felt something was strange and nagged Master Hwa.

“Master Hwa, please stop now. It’s hard to watch.”

Master Hwa shouted.

“It’s noisy.”

As Master Hwa continued his offensive, he muttered in annoyance.

"You're holding on. How dare you… so damned! Your swordsmanship is sloppy, your breathing is poor, you have no famous herbivore, and all you know is running away and holding on."

Yoo Jeong-hong replied with a smile.

“What I know how to do······.”

This time, as soon as Yoo Jeong-hong opened his mouth, Master Hwa pulled out the flame sphere he had been preparing from his right hand and immediately threw it. It wasn't quite the blast of flame, but it was a massive blast of flame, created with considerable energy.

Whoosh whoosh!

As Yoo Jeong-hong took a step back, he cut the chloride spheres in a cross shape.

The fire master suddenly appeared from the crack in the split chloride sphere and shouted as if he was thrusting into the seat.

Yoo Jeong-hong, who had just managed to extinguish the salt sphere, quickly responded as the leader.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

Yoo Jeong-hong's sleeves were engulfed in flames, then his clothes burned all the way up to his shoulders. To avoid a duel of internal energy, Yoo Jeong-hong deftly unleashed his energy, deliberately cutting the tension as if to strike, and then repelled himself.

As Yu Jeong-hong flew far away and staggered, the power of Master Hwa burned the entire upper garment of Baek-ui-jang-sam.

Master Hwa approached as if he was not going to give him time, but then stopped himself.

“······.”

Yoo Jeong-hong, his shirt scorched to pieces, looked embarrassed as he shook off the remaining pieces with his hands. His white robe was certainly burned, but underneath, he was wearing a truly bizarrely shaped garment.

Yoo Jeong-hong said with an awkward expression.

“······This is embarrassing. If I don’t wear it even for a day, the members will nag me so much.”

Did the martial arts leader have a dragon tattoo all over his upper body? The crimson dragon was entangled not only on both arms, but also across Yoo Jeong-hong's entire upper body.

This was the Dragon Scale Armor.

It was clear that Yoo Jeong-hong was the leader of the martial arts world. Naturally, he was wearing the most precious armor in the martial arts world.