Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 167

Episode 167

Manma Palace Lord, all three of you, come at once.

Master Hwa's body fell, split in half by Yoo Jeong-hong's sword.

It was a death that came without even time to properly understand the cause of defeat.

Even Yoo Jeong-hong, who actually won the match, was surprised. He had expected the match to be even more difficult.

But this was reality, and it was a matter of life and death.

While Yu Jeong-hong may have been inferior to Noh Ma-du in only one area of internal energy, he was no less adept than Master Hwa in terms of experience, practical combat, or even martial arts. This was the difference between Noh Ma-du, who had studied martial arts for years without any real combat experience, and Yu Jeong-hong, who had spent his time wielding a sword himself.

So this was a natural result.

The problem was that the first thing that fell was the Great Hell.

Although the open space was large, I was anxious because I couldn't predict the extent of the damage from the Great Heat Hell.

The moment Manma Palace, who was the first to move, took the peak where Master Hwa was staying, Yu Jeong-hong, who had been pouring out his energy in the air, also flew to join the Baekdo camp.

Even in the midst of all this, Gwangsin and Danwoosung looked at the magician.

If the Demon Lord pushed away the Great Heat Hell Sphere that was falling, a battle of internal energy would immediately break out here to hand over the Great Heat Hell Sphere to each other.

However, the magician had no intention of using other people's martial arts.

“Don’t do useless things.”

As soon as the Great Hellfire Ball landed on the empty lot, a loud noise was heard and flames and heat spread out in all directions like hellfire.

As Yisin, Gwangsin, and Danwoosung raised their hands and poured out their energy, a giant hand-shaped energy stretched out as if to protect the Baekdo masters.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The gentleman and the wise man each poured out their utmost strength to protect the peaks they were staying on.

But even in the meantime, Manma Palace waited for the explosion to pass while clinging to the cliff on the opposite side of the peak.

The aftermath was not as great as expected because the top masters of Baekdo and Mado surrounded them with tension.

Manma Palace, who had climbed back up to the peak, observed the situation with narrowed eyes.

'Anyway, Master Hwa wasn't normal either.'

The center of the wide open space was dug deep.

The fire was not yet extinguished.

Here and there, strangely writhing fireballs were moving as if they were still alive.

Although not many people witnessed it, the corpse of Master Hwa, split in half, had already fallen onto the Great Heat Hell and disappeared without a trace.

Manma Palace looked at Baekdo Jinyeong.

The problem was Eui-sin, Gwang-sin, and Kwon-wang. Meanwhile, Go Cheon-hwi, Cheol Myeong-ho, and Gwang-ma weren't particularly concerning. Of course, Leader Yoo Jeong-hong had already fought Master Hwa, so he wasn't immediately a threat.

When things got to this point.

What Manmagungju was curious about was not the masters of Baekdo, but the skills of the Demonic Gentleman.

The shocking fact that the Demon Lord was once the master of a fanatic now seemed like a solid foundation. After all, he was the man who raised both the Heavenly Demon and the fanatic.

'I'll just go out and kill them all. What are you waiting for?'

The magician looked at the Manma Palace Princess with a blank expression and said.

“Your turn, my lady.”

Manmagoongju couldn't help but say a word.

“Your Excellency.”

“Speak.”

"Master Mok, Master Hwa are dead. Is this the ending you want? The Five Elements Demons are all dead. I think it's time for Master Junzi or Master Jianzi to step forward."

The magician replied.

"To die in battle is the way of the devil. Isn't it true that the devil cultivates his strength, using any means necessary, for moments like this? For the sole purpose of killing his opponent. My Lady, have you now given up on being a devil?"

The Princess Manma swallowed her saliva.

“How could that be?”

The gentleman looked into the eyes of the Manmagoongju and said.

"If you're trying to evade a situation by overestimating your lightness, you're not worthy of being called a magician. Remember who taught you such lightness."

The Princess Manma held out her hand to the gentleman with a calm expression.

“Of course, the ambassador taught me.”

The magician spoke as if warning the gathered masters, including the Manma Palace Master.

"Those who wish to leave this place may do so. However, you must discard any martial arts you possess. No other departure will be permitted."

After finishing speaking, the gentleman suddenly looked at Master Jianzi.

The gaze of a gentleman implies that even a wise man will not remain idle depending on the situation.

After running for seven days and nights with Yishin, Gyeonja changed his mind. However, he came here and kept his true feelings a secret.

The sage opened his mouth after a long time.

“Your Majesty, come forward.”

Those words sounded like he was telling me to die too.

Suddenly, as soon as the thought occurred to Manma Palace, she flew to the empty lot and looked around before speaking.

"Good. It's my turn. I yield to the great masters of wisdom and courage, Jianzi and Gentleman, respectively."

The Manmagoongju also had no intention of sparing the gentlemen and the old men, so she arbitrarily drew up the match table like this.

“The King of Kwon and the Lord of You have already engaged in a duel, so I will decline.”

Manma Palace Lady pointed at Go Cheon-hwi, Cheol Myeong-ho, and Gwang-ma in turn and said this.

"This will do. All three of you attack at the same time. That way, the level will be even."

When Danwoo-seong wiggled his eyebrows, Manma Palace Lady spoke as if it were absurd.

"Oh, King. You're not. My opponents are three I haven't fought yet. Surely, if they were going to fight three on one, those guys who came all the way to Guhwasan wouldn't back down."

In the eyes of the Manmagoongju, Go Cheon-hwi, Gwang-ma, and Cheol-myeong-ho appeared like this.

A black-haired man with a lot of superficiality.

I don't know what's going on, but the mad horse has lost its presence much more than before.

A guy who just talks big.

Dealing with these three sloppy guys seemed easier than dealing with the King of Fist, the God of Eight, and the Gwangsin. In a way, they were deliberately chosen to avoid the King of Fist, the God of Eight, and the Gwangsin.

Manma Palace Master's most outstanding skill is his rapid lightness.

For three people to attack together and exert their power, they would need to match each other's speeds to some degree. However, it was impossible for each of them to be faster than themselves.

The enraged madman said as he got up.

"This damn bastard knew my internal energy was gone and deliberately inserted it. Okay. I'll deal with you as much as you want."

The Princess of Manma spoke as if giving medicine.

“Your internal energy has disappeared? Congratulations.”

Go Cheon-hwi had no intention of avoiding the encounter. His pride was hurt, but from what he'd seen of the fight, it was clear that the entire Mado faction was superior to him. Since Go Cheon-hwi's goal was to kill the Mado faction, he had no complaints about this arrangement. Killing the opponent took precedence over pride.

Cheol Myeong-ho also stood up from his seat.

“Three to one······.”

While Gwangma and Gocheonhwi were heading to the empty lot, Cheolmyeongho reported the sortie to Gwangshin.

“Master, I’m off.”

In a man's world, there aren't many ways to tear down a man whose pride has been hurt.

Gwangsin, who was staring blankly at Cheolmyeongho, said.

“Looking at the way the princess runs around, I can tell she is very fast.”

Cheol Myeong-ho replied.

“You really are as fast as a mouse.”

Cheol Myeong-ho was indeed alive. This time, he looked at Dan Woo-seong.

"Ambassador, I'm off. If we meet again alive, I'll have the noodles we had then."

Danwoo-seong muttered.

“What kind of noodles is that crazy guy having in the middle of all this?”

Even in the midst of all this, it was impossible to tell whether it was a serious matter or an attempt at humor. This is how Dan Woo-sung summarized the situation.

“You’re quick, so use your umbrella wisely.”

He thought an umbrella would be more advantageous than a window. He could open it and block area-of-effect attacks. Cheol Myeong-ho, understanding Dan Woo-seong's words, nodded as he pulled out the iron umbrella hanging from his back.

Cheol Myeong-ho stared at Yoo Jeong-hong with a stern expression for a moment, then carefully placed the nameplate of the martial arts leader in front of him. Yoo Jeong-hong silently recovered from his stamina with a morning meal beside the doctor.

Yishin spoke to Cheolmyeongho in a quiet tone.

“Don’t worry, Leader.”

"yes."

Cheol Myeong-ho swallowed the words that followed.

'It's not my time to worry about others.'

The opponent was Manma Palace Princess, so it really wasn't the time to worry about others.

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Go Cheon-hwi, Gwang-ma, and Cheol-myeong-ho stood side by side in front of Manma Palace, who was waiting with her luggage on her back.

The madman suddenly sighed.

I thought that if only my air power was intact, I would have had a chance of winning with Go Cheon-hwi.

But the weakest of these four was Gwangma.

A situation that leaves you sighing.

Moreover, on the left is a taciturn black man.

On the right is Cheol Myeong-ho, who talks too much.

With this mismatched combination of three people, it seemed like they would be possessed by the powerful Manma Palace Master before they could even fight.

'I'm going crazy.'

The only good thing was that he was already crazy.

As Gwangma continued to sigh, Manma Princess burst into laughter and said.

"You're a real madman, you idiot. What are you doing there? This is your last chance. Will you come over here and fight me to the teeth?"

The madman replied with a bewildered expression.

“I’m crazy, so I’ll stay here.”

As Manma Palace took a slow step forward, Cheolmyeongho shouted.

"for a moment!"

“What is it?”

Cheol Myeong-ho said, waving his hand as if he was shooing away a fly.

"This is the bracket you chose. The three of us aren't close, so we need to at least exchange a few words in case it's a life-or-death situation. Don't eavesdrop like a little rat, and stay out of sight for a moment."

After Cheol Myeong-ho finished speaking, he swallowed hard.

Because even though I said it myself, it felt a bit forced.

But Manma Palace Lady, without saying a word, widened the distance, stopped at the cliff, and turned her back.

Cheol Myeong-ho sighed and looked at Go Cheon-hwi and Gwang-ma.

I had nothing to say. I was hoping that the leader of the black group known as the Banwolhoe would come up with some clever plan.

Go Cheon-hwi said.

“You won’t be able to win with your body in good health, even though your light-hearted skills are excellent.”

Cheol Myeong-ho nodded.

“I guess so.”

Go Cheon-hwi uttered some truly frightening words.

“That’s why I don’t even think about winning physically.”

“What do you mean?”

"When your arms are cut off, your legs are cut off, or your chest is pierced. That's the only chance you'll have to attack. You just have to cut off the princess's head before all three of you die. Are you ready?"

Cheol Myeong-ho looked at Go Cheon-hwi's calm expression.

'This guy was scary.'

Even the experienced madman thought the same thing.

"I think that's what we should do. There's no need for the three of us to distance ourselves too much."

Suddenly, Gwangma said this to Cheolmyeongho as if he was asking for his final opinion.

“What about the death penalty?”

In this atmosphere, when Gwangma called him "death penalty," Cheol Myeong-ho felt strange. To be honest, Cheol Myeong-ho lacked confidence. But he wasn't the type of man to complain, so he responded to Gwangma's question like this.

“Let’s live and run errands for dumplings, priest.”

Gwangma nodded while looking at Cheolmyeongho.

“Let’s do that. I’d like to do that.”

Go Cheon-hwi looked at the two people blankly and then stepped forward first.

"Were you two brothers? You don't really get along."

Go Cheon-hwi pulled out the straight sword at his waist and spoke to Manma Palace Lady.

“If you’ve heard everything, let’s begin.”

Manmagoongju turned around and replied.

“Half-moon Lord, how did you kill Master Su?”

“He cut off his neck.”

“How cruel. That is your ending.”

Go Cheon-hwi smiled.

“Master Su is just as confident as you.”

Cheol Myeong-ho, who was behind me, shouted.

“Come at me, you little rat!”

A booming sound was heard, and Cheol Myeong-ho, overcome with excitement, unleashed his Samjae Sword Technique. Cheol Myeong-ho fully understood his role. Manmagoongju must have underestimated him the most.

The mad horse also drew on what little energy he had left and wrapped it around his entire body. Although his internal energy had been lost by over eighty percent, his innate strength remained intact. He intended to seize the Manma Palace Master and hold her until she died.

Go Cheon-hwi, Gwang-ma, and Cheol Myeong-ho.

It is surprising that these three men are fighting fiercely in their own ways.

No matter how the fight ends······.

This fight would decide who was the most fiercely fighting man in the contemporary martial arts world.