Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 177

Episode 177

<The King of Fist, a position earned by a man of inferior rank>

A single star and a gentleman fall from the night sky.

Tears and blood also flew and fell somewhere.

The arrogant ones who tried to reach the sky were falling to the ground.

Danwoo Seong's nerves were released, and the gentleman, still held by Danwoo Seong, fiercely headed towards the ground.

Because Danwoo-seong had attempted to destroy himself with his mouth in a state of paralysis, the gentleman's internal energy, which had been trying to endure it, also hit rock bottom.

It is both amazing and surprising that a gentleman's internal energy has reached its limit.

Because Danwoo-seong poured out his brain energy while in a state of mental confusion, he endured it in the end.

In this way, the level of the two people was evenly reduced.

The battle was fought in the sky, and the conclusion would be reached on earth.

In the meantime, Danwoo Seong, just in case, converted all of his internal energy that he had recovered through the Samramansangchukgi technique into brain energy and poured it all out.

It was an effort to tear apart the body of a gentleman, squeezing out every last drop.

Soon, the two people's bodies touched the ground.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

The gentleman's body hit the ground first, and Danwoo-seong, who was still atop it, was thrown back. The gentleman channeled all his remaining internal energy into self-defense techniques to mitigate the impact, but the psychological impact was beyond his control.

Because I never expected that I would be fighting like this against the King of Fists.

For a moment, the two looked up at the night sky.

'Let's take a break.'

It was a promised break, though not spoken of.

The expression "I feel like my whole body is going to break" would be used in situations like this.

After a while, Danwoo-seong struggled to get up, and the gentleman also stood up. Curious, the gentleman asked first.

“King of Fists, do you have any internal energy left?”

Danwoo Sung couldn't help but be impressed by that calm voice.

“There’s not much left.”

“That’s fortunate.”

Danwoo-seong tilted his head this way and that to relax his body before speaking.

"It's come to this. I'm saying this again. How much internal energy do you have left?"

The gentleman shook his head, seemingly exhausted. With his oral nerves blocked, how much internal energy could he possibly have left? His brain had been torn and melted, and recovery was impossible.

Even though Danwoo-seong was staggering, he approached the gentleman.

"Come to think of it, if all internal energy in the world were to disappear and the status of martial artists plummeted to rock bottom, I'd suddenly realize I was the best in the world. It's a strange arrangement of heaven. It's as if I had anticipated this."

The gentleman replied.

“Why are you the best in the world?”

Danwoo Seong said.

“Because I am the king of power.”

“The King of Fists······.”

“Isn’t it surprising that the noble gentleman’s final fight is a hand-to-hand fight? Come here and see.”

When Danwoo Seong lunged to grab him by the collar, the gentleman responded with a golden fist. Danwoo Seong also switched to the golden fist technique, and even when his fist and palm occasionally clashed, there was no loud noise.

Purbuck!

He was that exhausted. If Danwoo had trained solely in internal energy and the renowned divine arts, he wouldn't have been able to perform such movements. Even in his exhaustion, his martial arts instinctively blended together. Now, when tension and fists pierced each other's bodies, the gentleman on the receiving end suffered even more.

It was a terrible pain.

Like a martial artist trained in martial arts and a fighter who had started from the bottom, the noble man and the inferior man fought each other with all their might, trying to kill each other. Danwoo-seong attacked with his fists, then ducked deeply and lunged, grabbing the gentleman by the waist, lifting him into the air, and then pinning him to the ground.

puck!

Had he not converted his meager remaining internal energy into a self-defense technique, the match would have ended here. However, after striking Danwooseong with his foot, the gentleman rose again like a ghost.

The two people approached each other as if they were collapsing.

Meanwhile, the tension of the gentleman, imbued with internal energy, struck Danwoo Seong's shoulder first, and only then did Danwoo Seong vomit blood from his mouth. However, Danwoo Seong deliberately spat blood into the gentleman's face before proceeding to headbutt him.

puck!

Even while tilting his head back, the gentleman kicked Danwoo Seong's stomach accurately.

puck!

Danwoo Seong, who was hit in the stomach, fell down while holding his stomach, and then wrapped both hands around the gentleman's right foot and broke his ankle.

Wood crack!

The gentleman's face distorted, and at the same time, Danwoo-seong couldn't help but laugh.

“Even a gentleman’s legs break. Hahaha.”

Even in the midst of all this, the gentleman's counterattack pierced his body, but he overcame the pain by converting the internal energy recovered through the Samramansangchuk technique into the Black Ball Counterattack technique.

It was truly a fierce fight, a dogfight.

Then, the two ghosts rolled around on the floor, entangled, inflicting pain on each other. At one point, Danwoo-seong, still on top of the gentleman, spoke.

“The ambassador······.”

At that moment, the gentleman's finger aimed at Danwoo's eye······.

Danwoo Seong grabbed the man's fingers with his right hand and broke them all. Then, Danwoo Seong's fists pierced the gentleman's chest and abdomen.

Danwoo Seong grabbed the gentleman's hair with his left hand, lifted it up, and looked into his eyes.

“A gentleman······is not invincible.”

The gentleman's expression was one of bewilderment. It was as if he still couldn't quite grasp the reason for his defeat.

The gentleman asked with his head down.

“King of Fists, why did I lose?”

Danwoo Seong replied.

“How can you possibly know everything about the world? Even if you’re curious, die without ever knowing.”

“Tell me. Why? There must be a reason.”

The gentleman glared at Danwoo Seong with a frightening gaze and asked again.

"This was a fight I absolutely couldn't lose. Tell me why. There must be something there."

As I watched the gentleman trying to find out the reason why Danwoosung had become like this, I finally realized the humanity and clear limitations of a gentleman.

The man named Dan Woo-seong was obviously not the type of person to give the answer a gentleman wanted.

Danwoo Seong spoke in a whisper.

“I’ll tell you why. The exact reason, in fact······.”

The gentleman looked at Danwoo Castle with an unanswered curiosity in his last moments of life.

“What is it?”

Danwoo Seong replied.

“Because I am stronger.”

The gentleman's expression instantly distorted. This wasn't the answer he had hoped for. Before the gentleman could even begin to speak, Danwoo Seong's fist slammed into his face.

Pubbubububububu!

When the gentleman's face was torn and broken beyond recognition, Danwoo-seong spoke again.

“Because I’m stronger. There’s no other reason.”

After Danwoo Seong grabbed the gentleman by the collar, he pinned him to the ground.

Kwaaaaang!

Danwoo Seong fell down and fell on the gentleman's body, then thrust his fist in again.

Phew!

The gentleman didn't move. He seemed to have lost his breath.

Danwoo Seong said.

“Gentleman, are you dead?”

Suddenly, Danwoo Sung closed his eyes and briefly recovered his internal energy using the Samramansangchukgi technique. More than anything, he was overcome with drowsiness, unbearable. He didn't even wonder where Guhwasan Mountain was, and he didn't care who was waiting for him.

I was just so sleepy.

Then I looked at the gentleman again.

Because it was such a powerful and terrifying opponent, I was afraid that it might be resurrected in some strange way.

As soon as he recovered some of his internal energy, Danwoo Seong grabbed the corpse of the gentleman again, strangled its neck with both arms, and then broke it.

Wood crack!

Danwoo Seong, with sleepy eyes, grabbed the gentleman by the collar and threw him into the air. He then unleashed a torrent of brain energy. A massive white fist engulfed the gentleman's body and then soared into the air.

The gentleman's body was torn apart into pieces of blood and flesh, scattering about.

Then, Danwoo-seong looked up at the night sky and fell backwards.

Danwoo Seong lay on the ground with his arms wide open, his heart pounding as he gazed at the stars alone.

I just felt sick.

I was sleepy, hungry, and lonely.

The hardest part, surprisingly, was the sleepiness. I couldn't help but close my eyes, wondering if I'd die if I fell asleep in a place like this.

“I’m so sleepy.”

Danwoo-seong fell into a deep sleep.

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How much did you sleep?

When he came to, Danwoo-seong was walking along the same path he'd walked before. It was a forest path bathed in warm sunlight.

I didn't feel good.

I heard the familiar sound of martial artists fighting nearby, so I headed there······.

Jin So-han, wielding the twin moons, was tearing apart a young man's clothes. Slashing with the sword would tear the clothes, stabbing with it would only leave holes. But it wasn't just the clothes that were being torn. Flesh was also being cut. Blood gushed from every part of the body, from the neck, chest, arms, face, and legs, as the twin moons struck him.

Then the young man knelt down and breathed heavily.

Suddenly, Jin So-han, who had put away the twin moons, sat down on the table and looked down at the young man with a dull expression.

Baek Mu-jin, who had been watching from the side, turned his head and smiled as he looked at Dan Woo-seong, who had come to visit the Musin Guest House.

The shape of Baek Mu-jin's mouth was saying this.

“The King of Fist, Dan Woo-seong.”

Jin So-han, who was next to him, looked at Dan Woo-seong and shook his head slightly.

“Now it’s Lee Jin-eon.”

Suddenly, the young man who had been kneeling with his whole body bruised looked back at Danwoo-seong.

Danwoo Sung stared intently at the young man's face. Then, without realizing it, he muttered:

“Master Gentleman?”

Suddenly, Baek Mu-jin extended a hand toward Dan Woo-seong. The gesture was similar to the hand movement he used to create a brain wall when he fought the gentleman.

Baek Mu-jin said to Dan Woo-seong.

“See you later.”

Then, as Baek Mu-jin waved his hand towards the sky, Dan Woo-seong's vision was instantly transformed into a white space.

Then, the current Danwoo Seong opened his eyes wide.

Like the Musin Guesthouse, it was morning here too. Looking up at the ceiling and scanning my surroundings, I realized it was none other than the monk's quarters at Cheon Daesa.

The lower body was wearing a monk's robe, and most of the upper body was wrapped in bandages.

Only then did I remember the fight yesterday.

It felt like killing a gentleman was already a thing of the past.

Fortunately, he wasn't sleepy anymore. As Danwoo-seong rose and left the room, everyone gathered at Cheon Daesa Temple looked at him.

Gwangsin, Cheolmyeongho, Gwangma, Yoo Jeonghong, and even Uisin······.

And even the monk Gyo-gak.

They don't know how things ended, because the gentleman was scattered to dust.

The doctor asked.

“Are you okay?”

Danwoo-seong chuckled.

“Yes, sir. It’s okay.”

Yishin knew best that Danwooseong was fine. He had nursed him all night, instilled in him inner strength, and cared for him along with Gyo-gak.

Yishin nodded and asked.

“Has the gentleman’s master left?”

The rest of the people also waited for Danwoo Sung's answer with curious expressions on their faces to Yishin's question.

Danwoo Seong replied.

“Yes, I left.”

He asked as if he was curious about the fanaticism.

"where."

Danwoo Seong said.

“He must be getting beaten up by the martial gods by now.”

Danwoo-seong pointed to the sky.

“I destroyed it.”

People looked at each other at this unbelievable news. Yu Jeong-hong was the first to burst into laughter, then approached Dan Woo-seong and grabbed his shoulder.

“Really? It must be true, right?”

“Yes, my lord.”

After Yoo Jeong-hong met Dan Woo-seong's eyes, he nodded repeatedly as if he was amazed.

“Good job. Good job.”

Then, Gwangmaman stood aloof, a little ways off, while the rest of the crowd rushed in and embraced Danwooseong. There was no sign of Kangho's usual courtesy. They simply hugged, patted, laughed, and then hugged again.

After a while of celebrating amongst ourselves, the leader of the Yoo Jeong-hong clan collapsed to the floor.

"Oh my, this is tough. Seniors, can I retire now?"

Gwangsin and Yisin nodded while looking at Yoo Jeonghong.

“I should retire.”

“It’s been a long time.”

Yoo Jeong-hong suddenly raised his hand and wiped away tears with his fingers. It was impossible to tell whether tears were actually falling or not.

"Now that you've said so, I, the junior, can retire with peace of mind. However, please give me guidance on who should lead the Murim Alliance. I'll return home and appoint a successor, then spend the rest of my days leisurely, assisting my seniors."

Yishin nodded with a serious expression.

"Given his martial arts prowess and his equally aggressive nature, it seems the only other candidate for the title of martial arts leader is the junior of the current martial arts king. Whether it's a duel or a battle of wits, he'll be crowned the king anyway. You should just gather everyone together and announce it. Then, after a few duels with those you don't like, the decision will come naturally. What do you think?"

Gwangsin, who had been asked a question by Yisin, looked at Danwooseong and said.

“You work hard. Jeonghong, you’ve worked hard.”

Suddenly, Danwoo Seong, who had been enduring the combined attack of Yoo Jeonghong, Uishin, and Gwangshin, stumbled and fell forward as if he had fainted, and Cheolmyeongho quickly supported him.

As Danwoo-seong closed his eyes, Cheolmyeong-ho spoke.

"This kid's pretending to faint. Won't he open his eyes? Where are you guys from?"

Danwoo-seong sighed with his eyes closed.

'Please… I need to get some rest too.'

Yoo Jeong-hong stroked his gray beard and comforted Dan Woo-seong.

"What's the big deal? The world will be at peace, so don't worry. If you, the young one, lead the Murim Alliance, the stubborn old men who used to be with me will also retire. We will become a new martial world."

Danwoo Seong responded as if there was nothing he could do.

“Okay, I will do that.”

Yoo Jeong-hong said.

“Don’t worry too much, I’ll help you.”

"yes."

Suddenly, Danwoo-seong looked at Cheolmyeong-ho and Gwangma. He wasn't going to let these worthless people just sit idle. He planned to give them a difficult task. And so, in a coercive atmosphere, the man of inferior status was appointed the next martial arts leader. He had already ascended to the highest position.