Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 171

Episode 171

King Kwon, the only thing that has changed is your heart.

After the fanaticism had awakened, he suddenly looked up at the distant sky. The sunset, which would last only a short time, was permeating Mount Guhwa. Soon, it would be overtaken by darkness.

Let the fanatic look at the sunset······.

Yishin, Yoo Jeonghong, and Danwoo Seong also watched the sunset together.

The fanatic said.

“What a beautiful world.”

Yoo Jeong-hong nodded, and Yi-shin chuckled heartily. It was truly wonderful that a man named Gwang-shin, looking at the sunset, said it was beautiful.

However, the men who were admiring this beautiful sunset were not only Baekdo masters.

Master Jianzi was also admiring the sunset.

What should I say to this feeling?

Had I not been running for seven days and nights with Yisin, that sunset would have been just another ordinary sight. But after climbing Guhwasan Mountain and listening to the conversation of the Baekdo masters, the sunset I saw anew was in itself wondrous and beautiful.

Even the eyes of the sage, gazing at the sunset sky, were tinged with red. It wasn't simply the beauty of the sunset. How many times had he missed such sights as he grew older? It was a sorrow filled with regret for the past years.

Jianzi also muttered like a fanatic.

“It’s beautiful.”

It was a different feeling from when I gazed at the reeds swaying in the wind with the spirit. Suddenly, the sage rose silently into the air and landed in the center of the open space.

The masters of Baekdo couldn't help but be surprised.

Because now, dealing with Master Jianzi was tiring.

However, the monk glanced at Yisin once, then turned around without saying a word and sat down cross-legged facing Gunjabong.

Only then did the Baekdo masters understand Jianzi's actions.

Passing on internal energy is a dangerous thing in itself.

It could be said that Jianzi volunteered to be his own bodyguard in case the Demon Lord changed his mind and attacked.

That's what Ambassador Jian Zi said.

He said it as if the doctor was surprised.

“Master Jianzi······.”

The man raised his hand and answered briefly.

“Get ready.”

The sunset had vanished, and a desolate darkness descended upon the sky. The only light was the faint flicker of a lantern from Cheon Daesa Temple. Had it not been for that lantern, the world would have seemed engulfed in darkness.

Suddenly, Danwoo-seong looked at Cheon Daesa.

Standing before the temple was a man with his back to the light. He was a large monk who had once revealed himself to the masters of magic.

Surprisingly, the monk spoke to those in the open space first.

“Lord Yu Jeonghong, it’s getting dark. Come up and have a meal with the people there.”

Yoo Jeong-hong asked with a surprised expression.

“Do you know me?”

“Even though I am a person in a temple, how could I not know you, Master?”

Yoo Jeong-hong looked at his seniors with a surprised expression. Yi-shin spoke in a clear tone.

“I’m hungry. Let’s go up.”

"All right."

Suddenly, the Baekdo masters all looked at Jianzi and Master Gentleman. They were locked in a life-or-death struggle, yet somehow, they felt that eating among themselves was inhuman. They were truly madmen. As the Baekdo masters gazed at the Demonic masters, the monk's words flowed out again.

“Master Jianzi and Master Gentleman will also come up. They will be very excited.”

Suddenly, all the Baekdo masters got goosebumps on their arms.

Because he knew their nicknames, as if the monk was watching what was happening in the open space.

But the only one who responded was Master Jianzi.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I must decline. My gentlemanly master will not respond. He is a man who remains silent for a long time once he has spoken."

The monk replied.

"All right."

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Those who were ushered into the guest room took their seats. The meal was already prepared. It appeared the unidentified monk had personally prepared it. The monk ushered the people in, and the first thing he did was clear the seats of the gentlemen and the wise men who hadn't been there.

The Baekdo masters took their seats and looked at the prepared meal.

Each bowl, soup bowl, water bowl, and cold bowl contained what it should have.

The monk sat down in a corner and then said.

“Please eat.”

It was a rare meal. We began eating in an awkward atmosphere. Having fought a fierce battle and expended our energy, the rice and side dishes were so delicious that I couldn't remember a more delicious meal.

Only after the chopsticks moved three or four times did Yoo Jeong-hong ask.

“Monk, what is your Dharma name?”

The monk replied.

“It’s a great awakening.”

Yu Jeong-hong looked at his seniors and juniors. It was a Buddhist name they had never heard before. Since it was a name he hadn't heard before, he asked cautiously again.

“Do you have a secular name?”

When I asked his name before leaving home, the monk answered.

“My name is Kim Jung-kyung. I guess you haven’t heard of him.”

Of course, it was the first time I had heard of it.

Suddenly, the martial artists looked at the monk. Though obscured by his robes, his appearance wasn't simply a natural talent. He stood seven feet tall, and despite his gentle expression, his eyes clearly showed the traces of martial arts training.

This time, Yoo Jeong-hong asked as if he was curious.

“Have you trained in martial arts?”

The bridge pier nodded.

"Yes, I had no choice but to learn it when I was young. But not to the same level of fame as those here."

Yoo Jeong-hong asked with a smile.

“Excuse me, but where did you learn it?”

Yu Jeong-hong wasn't the type of man to ask such questions. It was strange that he knew such detailed information about what was happening in the vacant lot during his stay at Cheon Dae-sa Temple, and the atmosphere was truly peculiar.

The bridge pier responded.

“I come from the East. I learned martial arts from a group called Hwarangdo, but it may be an unfamiliar name to you.”

The man named Gyo-gak was a member of the royal family of Silla, but he did not mention it as there was no reason to reveal it.

When the guests had finished their meal, the piercer spoke.

"Usually, everyone is responsible for clearing their own dishes after eating, but today, I will do it. Guests, please proceed to the Muwon Hall in the back and prepare your tasks. This is where I practice, so I hope you won't experience any inconvenience. Please stand."

Yoo Jeong-hong asked.

“Do you know what we are trying to do?”

The bridge pier said with a smile.

"Yes. Not only Master Gentleman, but all of you possess such high internal energy that I could hear their conversation as if I were right next to you. And Master Gentleman's evil deeds were so shocking that they shook my heart. Having only recently begun my practice, I lack the strength to stop Master Gentleman.

I thought it best to provide you with food and a place to stay. If you need anything, please let me know. I'll stay up with you until the sun rises."

When Yoo Jeong-hong bowed with his hands together toward the bridge with an expression of admiration, the others, feeling awkward about holding a lottery ticket, joined in and bowed instead.

The warlords all expressed their gratitude.

"thank you."

The piers pointed outwards.

“Go ahead. I’ll show you around and take care of things here.”

After a while, as the bridge led the group to the Muwondang and disappeared, Yisin nodded and said.

“That’s amazing.”

Yoo Jeong-hong nodded.

“That’s right.”

Muwondang was a quiet training place where you could just take off your shoes and enter.

The fanatic spoke as if he was hitting the player.

“Sit down.”

Danwoo Seong asked.

“Master, is this method correct?”

The fanatic gestured to the others and spoke.

“Everyone, sit down.”

As Danwoo Seong, Ui-sin, and Yu Jeong-hong sat down, Gwang-sin spoke.

"Even if we charge together, the odds of victory are low. That's because none of us can measure the master's level. This means his level and the level he's reached are higher than ours. It would be easy to grasp a few techniques if we engaged in a wheel-fight, but since he's a master who's been around for so long, he'll have even more hidden tricks. What would be the outcome if we fought together…? Let me tell you from my perspective. No matter how many masters of lower rank attack in a group, I'm confident I can kill them all in one attack. However, even these martial arts ultimately stem from the master's roots.

Do you all understand what I mean?

"yes."

“I understand.”

Gwangsin looked at Danwooseong.

"Ultimately, if we're to have any chance of victory, at least one of these people must rise in rank. For you to sacrifice your inner strength and pass it on to the elders would be both illogical and against natural order. It's right for the elderly to entrust the world to the young.

If you defeat the gentleman master, the world will be at peace for a long time.”

It wasn't just the outcome of the fight that would take place tomorrow morning that was on my mind.

This is because, in a way, not only Yisin and Gwangsin, but even Yoo Jeonghong were the oldest and most experienced martial artists in the martial arts world.

When Gwangsin suddenly looked at Yisin, Yisin spoke with a bright expression.

"Let's get started. I'll assist you two. It's a relief to see you here. Jeonghong, you must be feeling under the weather, so have some breakfast and if you feel sleepy, try to get some sleep."

Yoo Jeong-hong laughed heartily.

“How could I sleep alone? I’ll at least have an escort, so don’t worry about it.”

The doctor snapped his fingers.

“The bodyguard of the martial arts leader… I feel good about it. Hahaha.”

Even in the serious atmosphere where Gwangsin was handing over the internal energy he had cultivated throughout his life to the King of Fist, Yisin continued to smile brightly.

Gwangsin couldn't face Yisin laughing like this.

The reason is clear.

This was because whenever Gwangshin faced difficulties, the man who unconditionally instilled inner strength was Yisin. In this place, Yisin's presence was suddenly felt with a new intensity.

The doctor gestured to the fanatic and said:

"Come here and sit down. Let's sit in a triangle. Although I haven't known Kwon Wang Hoobae for long, I've always been able to communicate well with him. The same goes for you, Gwangsin. The three of us are men who understand each other."

It was an ordinary but strange statement.

As if he understood what the doctor was saying, he continued speaking like this.

"What we're doing here today is to elevate our status. Simply moving our internal energy here and there is secondary."

As Danwoo and Gwangshin took their places, the three of them formed a triangle with one knee touching the other.

The doctor said.

"If we leave the gentleman master like that, not only our generation, but the next generation, and even the children after that, will suffer. Therefore, it would be right for us to resolve what the gentleman master wants. And, King of Factions, I have a request for you."

Danwoo Seong looked at Yisin.

“Yes, sir. Please speak.”

“When competing with a gentleman master, do your best, and when not fighting, be respectful to him.”

Suddenly, Yishin spoke with a stern expression.

"He's a man you shouldn't approach with a vengeance. Gratitude is fanaticism and deep-seated, so you must put it aside and focus solely on martial arts. Even if you don't understand what I'm saying, keep my words in mind. What happens tomorrow will be solely about martial arts. Only then will you become stronger, and that's how you will elevate your status."

Danwoo-seong nodded.

"All right."

Yishin said, extending both hands to Danwoo and Gwangshin.

“Take my hand. You two hold each other’s. I will supervise this matter.”

The only man in the world capable of supervising Danwoosung and Gwangshin was Yishin. Because Danwoosung and Gwangshin firmly trusted Yishin, the three of them held each other's hands without hesitation.

It was a warm hand, as if nothing had happened.

Danwoo Seong looked at his seniors, his mind composed. Yu Jeonghong sat cross-legged at the entrance to Muwon Hall, as if he didn't want to disturb them.

Moreover, outside there was a monk named Gyo-gak, and further away from there, Master Jian-ja was watching over the demonic gentleman.

Why does life flow like this?

Danwoo Sung suddenly realized that all things were supporting him. The only difference between the King of Fist in his past life and the King of Fist in his present life was his mindset. In his past life, he lived alone and died alone, and in his present life, everything was different.

If so, it also meant that success or failure depended on the mind.

Danwoo Seong quietly closed his eyes.