Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 173

Episode 173

gentleman, play

Danwoo Seong stood in the empty lot and waited for the gentleman.

Suddenly, the two of them met in a place where no one could disturb them, and a smile came out of their mouths.

The gentleman stood up and said:

“Come, King.”

As the king silently extended his hand as if to tell him to cross over to the open space, the gentleman stepped down onto the open space with a strange movement.

The gentleman approached Danwoo Seong and said:

"The enemies who held out the longest lasted only an hour. The fights were countless, but what I remember most clearly is how long my enemies lasted. It's a mysterious thing."

Danwoo Seong asked with his arms crossed.

“Who were they? The men who held out for an hour······.”

"He was a man called the Secret Heavenly Lord, but you wouldn't know it. And there was a Blood God in the Demonic Realm. There were many strong men outside the Sae-oe, but these two were the only ones who could withstand even a single moment."

The Demon Lord has indeed killed many masters. When he kills demons, he pretends to be a white swordsman, and when he kills a white sword, he disguises himself as a demon.

"Bicheonju" meant "Hidden Master of Heaven," a truly arrogant nickname. However, it was a nickname Danwooseong had never heard of, even in his previous life as a king. The same goes for "Hyeolsin." Hearing the tales of the powerful from the lips of a gentleman, he couldn't help but think how vast the world truly was.

Danwoo Seong asked.

“Have you been to the East?”

The gentleman shook his head.

“Not yet. I might go there when I have nothing else to do here.”

After the two people stood facing each other, Danwoo Seong spoke in a strange tone.

“If you kill me, you can go to the East. There will be no more rivals in the Central Plains.”

It was also Danwoo's wish.

Now that he was dead, there would be no more rivals for the Magical Gentleman in the world.

I realized that even if all the warlords attack, the result will be the same.

Because that was how Danwoo felt right now. He thought he could annihilate any master who attacked him.

Danwoo-seong said as he looked around the empty lot.

"It must have been lonely to have no rivals. Who would I discuss martial arts with? Unless the gods of war return."

The magician nodded.

"I'll think about it, East. How long can you hold out?"

The magician pointed at himself. He meant for me to look closely and assess him.

Danwoosung looked into the eyes of the magician and said.

“I’ll make sure you skip lunch. You must be hungry.”

The gentleman laughed.

“We’ll have to see to know.”

“What will we compete against first?”

“I have trained in the Sun and Moon Technique, Heavenly Martial Arts Technique, Divine Demon Palm Technique, Six Trouble Hands Technique, and the Ice Technique I created. Choose yours.”

The names Jeonggong, Sagong, and Magong were mixed together.

Danwoo Sung let out a hollow laugh.

“Even the ice rink?”

"Ilwolgong is a martial art that originally utilizes the internal energy of both extreme yang and extreme yin. Cheonmugong utilizes the internal energy of extreme yang, and because I've accumulated the internal energy of extreme yin, I've only refined the Ice Gong on my own."

It was a simple statement, but the martial arts he claimed to have mastered were truly absurd.

“The soldier’s weapon.”

“I used to practice swords, swords, polearms, spears, fans, sickles, whips, and when I was bored, I used to practice the double moon.”

“Ssangwol could not possibly······.”

He responded as if he were talking about a hobby.

"That's probably right. It was Jin So-han's weapon. It's a martial art that involves performing a sword dance without a first step using two swords. It's a level similar to Dokgo Gugeom. It was a hobby that allowed me to pass the time quite enjoyably. It's a fairly difficult martial art, after all."

“You are amazing.”

Suddenly, Danwoo Sung remembered that, although it was a dream, he had been torn apart by Jinsohan's twin moons. When the gentleman said he would deal with it, he felt a sudden surge of anger.

To sum up the gentleman's words, he meant that he had tried to master the martial arts of Baek Mu-jin and Jin So-han. He was someone for whom words were insufficient.

Danwoo Seong asked.

“I don’t have a weapon, but can you do it, Ssangwol?”

“You must have seen the Manmagoongju’s techniques, but the weapon is meaningless to me.”

It meant that one could create weapons using energy.

Danwoo-seong nodded.

“Let’s start with that.”

As the magician hung his hands down in a normal manner, a crescent-shaped sword appeared, with a quill-like appearance.

Danwoo-seong burst into laughter as soon as he saw it.

The magician asked.

“Why are you laughing?”

"I wanted to beat Jinsohan up a bit too. That's good. Let's see what he's capable of."

Suddenly, the monk Gyo-gak from Cheon-dae Temple joined the conversation.

“If Your Majesty needs a weapon, please let me know at any time.”

Even the monk Gyo-gak was worried about Dan-woo-seong.

But before Danwoo could respond, the magician began to dance with his sword while holding the twin moons.

In an instant, a sharp sword passed right in front of Danwoo Seong's nose.

Danwoo Seongdo, his entire body wrapped in the power of Baekjeonshipdan Gong, mingled with the gentleman. In an instant, two new figures appeared here and there in the open space and exchanged blows with Ssangwol. Surprisingly, there was no loud noise or commotion.

It was just a repeating sequence of scenes that just passed by precariously.

The twin moons brushed against Danwoo's collar.

The fist did not touch the gentleman's body.

Only after they had exchanged thirty or forty blows in an instant did heat begin to spread between their bodies.

The gentleman swung his twin moons and repeated only one thought.

'It's not reaching.'

This sword dance lacked a first move. It was almost entirely about checking the countermeasures of the single-handed attack, narrowly avoiding them, and then swiftly counterattacking. The left and right blades could be used for both offense and defense, and could even be combined with the use of the "heocho" and "silcho" blades.

As the King of Power countered each and every one of them, avoiding them and figuring out their tricks, the gentleman couldn't help but laugh while swinging his twin moons.

'Good.'

As soon as he realized that he couldn't defeat Danwoo Sung with the imitation Twin Moon Sword Technique unless he was Jinsohan, he took back the Twin Moon Energy he had been holding in both hands.

“It’s ice skating.”

“Good.”

Jin So-han's martial arts passed by once, and a pure white cold energy flowed out from the gentleman's body.

As soon as Danwoo Seong sensed the chill rising like a mist from the gentleman's body, he raised his Baekjeonshipdan Gong to the utmost. There was a danger that if his attack power was ever pushed back, he would freeze.

The magician who switched to long-range tactics began to attack Danwoo Castle.

Every time fists clashed with palms, a loud noise erupted in the open space. But this time, it wasn't just a loud roar, it was a strange noise.

Danwoo Sung's fist was engulfed in cold air and turned white, but then shattered like ice shattered by lightning.

Meanwhile, Danwooseong also sent out thunderous energy by mixing ground techniques, fist techniques, and long techniques, but each time, the thunderous energy was dispersed by the same technique. The clash of extreme yang and extreme yin obscured the two's vision. Gradually, white cold energy began to flutter like flowers in all directions, and the thunder flowers that Danwooseong had released also flashed in the air with a crackling sound.

The vacant lot was even more of a mess.

Following the gentleman's method, the frozen white path is laid out in a jumble.

The white path was also tangled with marks from the Dharma. It was as if white paint had been splattered over it, and footprints were haphazardly imprinted on it.

The gentleman truly displayed his skills to his heart's content without any restraint.

It was said that it was rare for an opponent to last even an hour, but an hour had already passed.

As Danwoo-seong tenaciously held out, the gentleman who had been exchanging attacks and defenses suddenly raised his hand and unleashed a huge white ice-white palm.

The height of the iceberg is over 1 jang (3m), which is enough to completely cover Danwoo's body.

At the same time, Danwoosung responded with a brain sphere of the same size.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Between the two men's expected roar, the gentleman sent out a wave of cold energy bursting from his entire body.

This is a circular cold air that spreads out in all four directions.

It was an all-out attack with no corners to avoid.

Moreover, the timing of sending it out is the moment when the brain and iceberg collide.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk!

While the entire empty lot was frozen white, Danwoosung was also enveloped in a white current of air. Danwoosung was already protecting his entire body with the air wave.

In the space that had turned white, Gunja and Danwoo-seong looked at each other for a moment.

The gentleman nodded and spoke as if paying homage to the heavens.

“Jin So-han and Baek Mu-jin were watching… It was a hymn dedicated to the gods.”

The skirmish was quite spectacular.

Danwoo Sung also smiled.

'He was essentially a man obsessed with martial arts.'

Danwoo Seong also responded by raising his hand to the sky.

“I bet you enjoyed it.”

The gentleman asked Danwoo Seong as if he were going to use another martial art.

“Would you like to check the limits of your internal energy?”

“Is there a way?”

“It’s a game played a long time ago with rare great demon heads. They all played this game and died with their limbs torn off.”

The gentleman chuckled.

Danwoo-seong raised his hand as if he was not going to avoid it.

“Please explain.”

“It’s called the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara Ball Game. It’s also called the Buddha’s Palm Game.”

Suddenly, Danwoo Sung had to control his facial expression.

While Danwoo Seong was fighting with his life on the line, the gentleman was talking about play and calling it a game.

If it weren't for the advice of the doctor, I wouldn't have been able to respond.

'Be polite.'

It was an unforgettable statement, for it was spoken with a hardened expression. The seriousness of the gentleman's expression made it all the more disconcerting. Even without this kind of entertainment, he was capable of killing Danwoo Sung, so he wouldn't refuse.

Danwoo Seong replied.

“Let’s do it.”

The gentleman approached and held out his palm. Then, the tension in his palm began to coalesce into particles of light, forming a small sphere.

Then he handed it over to Danwoo Seong.

Danwoo Seong had inherited the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara Guanyin Guan Yu. A sphere of energy floated in his palm. The problem was that it was a pure crystallization of internal energy, devoid of any distinctive features. However, this lack of distinctive features signified a martial arts mastery so high it was difficult to discern.

The gentleman said:

“Infuse it with your internal energy so that it doubles in size, then hand it over to me.”

Only then did I realize the purpose of this game.

Danwoo Seong asked with a blank expression.

“What if it explodes?”

The gentleman laughed.

"You have to die. The skill is in handling it without it exploding."

Danwoosung seemed to know why it was exploding. It was because the energy that the gentleman had pushed in was different from the energy that Danwoosung possessed.

Danwoo-seong breathed energy into the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara.

In an instant, the sphere doubled in size and a blast of energy swirled around it.

The gentleman took over the sphere, used his ice power to completely erase its brain energy, and then doubled its size. Just looking at it made the sphere uneasy.

As soon as Danwoo-seong received it, he was so flustered that he repeated the same thing.

“When will it explode?”

The gentleman was talking nonsense.

"King, if we knew each other, it wouldn't be fun. Incidentally, there were even Nomadou who got crushed to death. That's because they were heavier than expected. If you ran out of energy to infuse and your whole body lost strength, you could get crushed to death. Would you be any different?"

Danwoosung injected more brain energy into the sphere, causing it to grow larger again. Now he realized that simply making the sphere larger was draining his internal energy. If he didn't have enough energy left to make it grow larger, no one would want to take it over.

So, it was a game that included a battle of internal energy.

Danwoo asked as he handed over the sphere.

“It looks like the volcano is going to blow away.”

The gentleman shook his head.

"Is Guhwasan really this bad? Hmm, not really. You're underestimating Guhwasan. It's not even the mountain behind the neighborhood… I've blown up the mountain behind the neighborhood a few times."

Danwoo-seong swallowed the curses he usually uttered.

'This crazy old bastard.'

The Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara Orb now held by the gentleman was larger than a person. Suddenly, Danwoo Seong closed his mouth and, while the gentleman raised the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara Orb, quickly filled his internal energy using the Samramansangchuk technique.

Suddenly, the gentleman moved in a sly manner, opening up some distance. It meant that from now on, he was to catch what was thrown.

The sphere was getting bigger and bigger.

He threw the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara Buddha to Danwoo Seong as if he were throwing a giant ball.

Danwoo-seong, startled, caught the Thousand-Armed Avalokiteshvara Orb with both hands. This time, the process of infusing it with his inner energy was truly lengthy.

Danwoo Seong asked.

“If I throw it away like this, won’t the gentleman master die too?”

The gentleman replied.

“Try it. You sound like the old Nomadou who died a long time ago.”

It seemed that there was already a Nomadou who had attacked like that.

The sphere had grown so large that it looked like the moon was floating above Danwoo's head. He threw it at the gentleman with both hands.

It was truly an ominous sphere.

The gentleman still held the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara statue with one hand and breathed in his inner energy.

Danwoo Seong said.

“People might live on the volcano, and I don’t want to harm animals or anything unexpected.”

The gentleman replied.

"You're saying something surprising. I always win this game. Do you think I'd blow it into the mountains or fields every time?"

“What did you do?”

“I destroyed it in mid-air. Don’t worry.”

Now the sphere's shadow has grown so large that it can swallow up two people.

Danwoo-seong, half-conscious, caught the flying Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara Orb with one hand. True to the gentleman's words, it had become incomparably heavier than before. Furthermore, he couldn't even begin to imagine how much internal energy it would take to develop it.

Danwoo-seong asked while pouring his inner strength into it.

“When was the biggest time for you?”

The gentleman placed the blade of his hand over his eyebrows and measured the size of the sphere.

"Does this seem like a size issue? No. Let's just hand it over."

How could he refuse the order to hand it over? Dan Woo-seong threw the ball. The gentleman who lightly handed it over to him looked at Dan Woo-seong and smiled gently.

The sphere shrank back to its original size in an instant.

The problem was that instead of shrinking in size, the sphere's appearance revealed all sorts of signs suggesting its internal energy had been compressed. It was a horrifying sight, a tangled mass of dozens of writhing white dragons. Furthermore, the energy of the single-starred dragon was mixed in, causing a ceaseless explosion of brain energy.

Danwoo-seong looked at him with a dejected expression.

'Did I get hit?'

When Danwoo Seong was startled, the gentleman carefully threw the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara Buddha with an indifferent expression.

“Be careful.”

Gentleman, this man still found this kind of thing amusing.