Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 166

Episode 166

The leader, with his followers in his heart

Leader Yoo Jeong-hong had never been caught wearing the Dragon's Armor. However, now that his opponent was unleashing the rare Flame Magical Skill, there was nothing he could do.

Master Hwa asked with a blank expression.

“Wearing armor at that age? Aren’t you ashamed?”

It wasn't something Master Hwa could understand. After all, Yoo Jeong-hong was also considered a master second only to Samshin Ilseong in terms of skill.

Yoo Jeong-hong nodded.

“I’m not particularly embarrassed.”

“Why?”

“Because my followers are waiting for my return.”

Master Hwa sighed and shook his head.

"It's a shame. Even wearing armor like that, you'll still end up a corpse."

Because you can just burn your hands and face that the armor can't protect.

Yoo Jeong-hong nodded.

“It won’t be easy for either of us.”

Yoo Jeong-hong has been saving his inner strength, sparing it over and over again. Like Su-jeon-no, he has been saving it, even forgetting the dignity of the leader of the martial arts world. It's like Yoo Jeong-hong's monthly salary as the leader of the martial arts world.

If the battle between the strong players was based solely on the depth of their internal energy, then Yoo Jeong-hong would have already lost.

But for Yoo Jeong-hong, winning was not like that.

Moreover, this mindset was not limited to competition.

Yoo Jeong-hong's life was one of perseverance, always maintaining an upright mind. He never overslept, nor did he enjoy better meals than others. It was understandable that the Demon Lord didn't call him a hero. Despite being a leader, he tried to live as ordinary a life as possible.

Yoo Jeong-hong had no intention of dying today either.

I was determined to find a way to end this life-or-death situation by any means necessary.

Yoo Jeong-hong spoke to Master Hwa as he raised his sword.

“Let’s get started.”

Master Hwa sighed, as if fed up. He had no choice but to change his mind. He felt he had to kill the martial arts leader, even if it meant unleashing his energies.

Master Hwa declared to his surroundings with his head tilted crookedly.

“Those who lack air power should stay further away.”

It meant not to get caught up and die.

But of course, no man moved at Master Hwa's words.

Master Hwa's new form seemed to ripple, then appeared before Yoo Jeong-hong, a lingering image of flames, and extended a hand. Even as his ordinary hand extended, only the blade was dyed red.

When Yoo Jeong-hong struck the capital with his sword······.

To my surprise, the sound of a metal shield being struck echoed. Of course, Master Hwa didn't just use his blade. Every time he extended his hand, flames shot out.

It was as if a fire dragon was suddenly bursting out from Master Hwa's body. Every time Master Hwa drew his hand, a red line trajectory was carved into the air.

In this way, Yoo Jeong-hong became increasingly trapped in the flames.

A situation where those watching are more anxious.

The pace of the battle grew faster and faster, and Yu Jeong-hong's new form, which had been on the defensive, spun in the air and swung its sword horizontally.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

As one fire dragon splits······.

Master Hwa had already laid a sphere of salt on the ground where Yoo Jeong-hong was to land. As Yoo Jeong-hong struck the ground with his sword and rose, Master Hwa also soared into the air.

Yoo Jeong-hong held out his sword······.

As Master Hwa grabbed the sword with his left hand, the blade, which had been shining silver until then, instantly turned red.

Then, a wave of energy burst out from both of their bodies at the same time, and they poured out tension towards each other's bodies one after another.

As Master Hwa continued to swing his sword at Yoo Jeong-hong's head, chest, and shoulders, Yoo Jeong-hong countered each blow with his own strength, causing the two to fall to the ground.

How can this be called a fight between old people?

Yoo Jeong-hong resisted fiercely, twisting his wrist to pull out the sword, kicking his left foot, and throwing out his left sword, but Master Hwa was no pushover.

He gripped his sword even tighter with his evil power, responded with kicks, and struck out with all his might.

Meanwhile, the fire wheel that was wrapped around Master Hwa’s body collided with Yoo Jeong-hong’s body······.

The two people's entire bodies were engulfed in flames.

In an instant, a pillar of fire shot up vertically as if it were exploding.

Hwarrrrrrrrrrrr!

The figure of Yoo Jeong-hong, who was holding on while pouring out energy inside, was revealed.

At this time, Yoo Jeong-hong, who had casually dropped his sword, struck Master Hwa's chest with a single strike with his right hand, and Master Hwa, who responded slightly slower, also struck Master Hwa's chest with a hot fire palm with his right hand.

Thud! Thud!

As the two frowned and were pushed away by each other's tension······.

The sword fell from the air.

Before the sword could even touch the ground, two people flew in through the air and extended their hands.

Master Hwa intended to throw the sword into the volcano, and Yoo Jeong-hong intended to grab the sword again.

Then, the two people who were facing each other with their swords realized that each other had many vulnerabilities and poured out their strength at the same time.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

As the two new forms flew left and right like rays of light, Yoo Jeong-hong's sword spun and soared high into the air due to the clash of their energy.

While Yoo Jeong-hong was looking up at his sword······.

Master Hwa glided across the ground and rushed at Yoo Jeong-hong.

'Lord, let's end this with a tactic.'

Yu Jeong-hong slowly extended his hand, preparing for a long-distance fight. It was the kind of taekwondo he had glimpsed in the O-reung Grand Battle, when the shaman leader had taught Ui-sin a lesson.

Master Hwa snorted.

'It's sloppy.'

Then the two people's hands became entangled.

The main method was for Master Hwa to launch a fierce barrage of attacks, while Yoo Jeong-hong would repel them with his martial arts and tai chi. When the Hwa-ryong lunged forward, he would simply extend his bare hand and deflect them.

When Yu Jeong-hong responded with the martial arts of "Softness, Capability, and Strength," Master Hwa's fierce attacks continued, as if attempting to overwhelm the very scope of his softness. Then, Yu Jeong-hong's movements became truly light, transforming his technique into the "Random Shadow Thirteen Hands" (Nanyeong Shibsansu), a unique martial art taught by the previous leader.

It was a martial art that was fast, full of tricks throughout the battle, and bordered on evil.

Every time Yoo Jeong-hong unfolded his martial arts, a palm-shaped seal of energy remained in the air like a shadow.

Let's blow them all away with a strong wind as if Master Hwa was annoyed······.

At that moment, Yoo Jeong-hong launched an attack as if he was wielding a swift sword, and cast six or seven hand shadows into the air.

Only then did Yoo Jeong-hong's sword fall and stick into the ground, quite a distance from where the two were fighting.

Phew!

The moment Master Hwa blew away the shadow of his hand floating in the air with a single gesture, Yoo Jeong-hong's sword struck Master Hwa's chest again.

puck!

It just so happened to be the same part.

As Master Hwa frowned and unleashed his double-edged sword forward, Yoo Jeong-hong responded with the Dragon and Tiger Fist. It was the first martial art learned by new members, making it a feat any member of the Martial Arts Alliance could demonstrate.

The ever-growing curtain of fire was engulfed in a whirlwind of wind from Yoo Jeong-hong's two fists and disappeared.

As Master Hwa rushed in, Yoo Jeong-hong counterattacked this time by performing the Chimui Geumnasu (寢衣擒拿手).

The Chimui Geumnasoo is a martial art created by Yu Jeong-hong himself.

This is the Golden Noodles method, which was systematically organized and taught to the guards in the dark room when attacked by assassins who had invaded in the middle of the night under the guidance of a traitor. Since "chimi" (寢衣) literally meant clothes worn while sleeping, the Golden Noodles method meant something like wearing pajamas.

Although it was a golden technique, it was a mixture of sarcastic attacks, targeting the enemy's vital points and vital points, judging them as assassins. As the martial art taught to avoid showing courtesy when dealing with assassins, Yoo Jeong-hong's hands targeted Master Hwa's vital points: the nape of his neck, his eyes, and his lower abdomen. It was a technique that the leader of the group would never employ.

However, when he infused and unleashed the internal energy he had accumulated by taking all the elixirs the Murim Alliance had collected, it became a fierce martial art full of murderous aura.

Yoo Jeong-hong's gaze and expression were the same as when he was dealing with the assassin.

However, Yoo Jeong-hong never repeated the same pattern.

I was determined to pour out everything I knew.

When the acupuncture was over, Master Hwa, who had barely caught his breath, threw a punch, and Yoo Jeong-hong responded with a pair of swords.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

Yoo Jeong-hong's body flew faster than Master Hwa had anticipated. Meanwhile, Yoo Jeong-hong, who had regained his balance the moment he landed on the ground, casually pulled out his sword from the ground and assumed his stance.

hook!

It seemed like he had deliberately estimated the direction and distance before flying.

Master Hwa swallowed his saliva without realizing it.

'What a formidable opponent.'

He pretended to be weaker than himself, yet he was taking everything he could. Suddenly, Master Hwa coughed. Thinking back, he'd been hit twice in the same area. The excruciating pain surged through him, and his expression couldn't have been happier.

On the other hand, Yoo Jeong-hong was wearing the Yongrin Armor, so he seemed to be less shocked than Master Hwa.

Yoo Jeong-hong straightened his sword with a calm expression and glared at Master Hwa.

Only then did Yoo Jeong-hong speak, as if to confirm his earlier promise to show his seniors the newly learned swordsmanship.

"Seniors, every day, when my junior's heart ached, I created a sword technique that captured those feelings. I named this technique O-reung-ejin-geom (五陵於盡劍)."

The name of the sword was filled with sorrow.

It meant that he would sacrifice his life while recalling the Battle of Orung.

From the beginning to the end of the first meal, the determination to return together to the end was contained.

This was a sword technique that was created with the members who died before the old leader in mind, so it was also a sword of the heart.

Yisin and Gwangsin frowned and looked at Yoo Jeonghong with concern.

Danwoo Sung and Cheolmyeong Ho also looked at Yoo Jeonghong's expression with anxious hearts.

Neither the seniors nor the juniors had anything to say in response.

The man who has had a difficult time like Samshin is Yoo Jeong-hong.

The old leader's heart was something that the juniors could not dare to predict.

The fanatic sighed.

"ah······."

Yu Jeong-hong charged at Master Hwa, sword drawn, like a mere soldier who had never trained in swordsmanship. To the fanatic, the sight couldn't have been more heartbreaking.

Master Hwa, with both hands hanging down, glared at Yu Jeong-hong, who was running towards him.

I couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Because there were too many gaps.

Suddenly, the area of my chest where I'd been hit twice by Yoo Jeong-hong began to throb again. Master Hwa continued to unleash his fire dragons at Yoo Jeong-hong, who was charging at me honestly…

Yoo Jeong-hong continued to advance while fiercely pouring out sword wind.

For the first time, Master Hwa retreated, gaining distance, and Yoo Jeong-hong followed closely. Yoo Jeong-hong's white hair whipped wildly, as if reacting to the force of the wind. His eyebrows were already raised, and his clenched teeth had taken on a demonic appearance.

Only then did Master Hwa realize that Yoo Jeong-hong was chasing him with the intention of avenging his followers.

'Is it the same as Donggwijin?'

The usually gentle man's expression suddenly transformed into something like a demon's, leaving me with no choice but to think this. It seemed as if he had completely forgotten the meaning of life and death.

'ah······.'

This thought came to me again as Master Hwa poured out his power more fiercely than ever before.

'You are the leader of the martial arts world.'

At that moment, as if a whip had fallen from the sky, a pure white black energy surged in with a loud noise.

Yoo Jeong-hong was pushing himself as if he was using his internal energy.

Master Hwa raised his sword with both hands, dissolving it as if tearing at the sword's energy. Then, a white sword light flashed before his eyes. The tip of the sword split into dozens of blades in an instant, then he transformed into the Nanyong 13th Sword Technique and unleashed it.

It was a difficult first attempt, as if a man who was not a genius was displaying the extremes that only a genius can display.

In an instant, a white sword light appeared in front of me.

The evil spirit master soared high into the air.

Because I was pushed back by the momentum.

As the fire wheel spheres that had been surrounding the entire body of the master were rising, they were pushed towards his right hand one by one, and as he twisted his posture in the air, he wrapped a huge flame around one hand.

Great heat hell zone.

It was the greatest season that Master Hwa could unfold.

Regardless of whether they were alive or dead, the plan was to burn and kill all those who watched.

The excited Master Hwa dropped the Great Heat Hell Sphere he had created with his right hand onto the ground. With a loud noise, the crimson sphere began to expand in size, swirling with heat as if it were exploding from within.

From a distant land, the Queen of Manma shouted.

“Master Hwa!”

Master Hwa nodded while looking at the Manma Palace Princess.

“Yeah, everyone die.”

Suddenly, Master Hwa, who had dropped the Great Heat Hell Orb, looked for Yoo Jeong-hong, who should have been on the ground.

'uh?'

Everyone stood up with tense expressions and looked into the air, but Yoo Jeong-hong was not among them.

Manma Palace Lady shouted again, pointing her finger.

"fury······!"

Suddenly, Master Hwa, who had twisted his posture mid-air, extended both hands. Yu Jeong-hong, who had already soared to the same height, calmly drew his pure-white longsword vertically.

Before anything could erupt from the pair of swords that Master Hwa held out, Yoo Jeong-hong's sword fell vertically with a strange sound.

Phew!

Master Hwa's vision split left and right, and darkness fell suddenly.