Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 178

Episode 178

< Blood sacrifice, raise a toast! >

Blood Shrine Palace.

A man in a blood-red robe was lying on the Taesa Temple floor, his eyes closed. He looked young, perhaps in his thirties, but in reality, he was much older.

His nickname is Blood Emperor.

And she is also the Blood God Palace Lord.

He was the father of the blood ancestor who died at the hands of Geomma and Danwooseong.

“Your Majesty, you have arrived.”

The blood emperor, who had been dozing off in the royal chambers, answered with a tired expression.

“Bring it.”

In the palace hall, which was painted white on all sides, a long red silk was laid out in the center. The doors at the end of the hall opened to either side, and the magic boy walked alone down the silk path, approaching the blood emperor.

The bloodsucker yawned with a tired look and looked around to see who the man was approaching.

I was told that he was an ambassador, but I had no recollection of him.

As the door to the palace closed, the magician quickly closed the distance and stood before the blood emperor and spoke.

“Your Majesty, how have you been?”

The blood prince, with a bewildered expression, looked into the boy's face and said.

“It certainly seems like you are the ambassador, but it has been so long since you entered Manmagung that I, the junior, would not recognize you.”

“I am a boy.”

"ah······."

The blood sacrificer rose from the throne and bowed deeply.

“The junior meets with the ambassador of Dongja.”

The boy replied, waving his hand.

“Sit comfortably.”

"yes."

The blood emperor sat on the throne and gazed at the boy.

“What big deal has brought the ambassador here?”

Suddenly, the boy looked around and sniffed.

“The smell of blood is vibrating.”

The blood prince looked around the palace and replied.

"You come to the Blood God Palace and smell blood? You're making a strange joke. It must have always smelled like blood."

The boy said.

“No, I meant that it smells like blood from someone who died recently.”

“Oh, I see.”

"Where are all the survivors of Manmagung? It seems like the Manmagung Lord had quite a few family members under his care."

"ah······."

The bloodsucker blinked his eyes and then closed his mouth as if he was in trouble for a moment.

The boy looked at the blood sacrifice.

“Your Majesty, don’t you ask?”

The bloodsucker smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.

“Ah, that······.”

The blood emperor looked at the young master carefully and said as if there was nothing he could do.

“They’re all dead.”

The boy asked again with a surprised expression.

“You killed them all?”

"Yes. I think some people escaped during the chaos, but I didn't bother chasing them. I'm not very good at outside activities."

The boy sighed deeply, then sat down on the floor and looked up at the blood emperor sitting on the throne.

“How did you kill them all? The Manma Princess must have asked for help for a moment.”

The blood priest responded by stretching out both hands to the left and right.

"That's right. I, too, tried to care for those who had nowhere to go with a warm heart, but as we were talking about this and that, my son died. Did your Majesty know?"

“I knew it.”

"That's what I'm saying. Both Master Dongja and those who came here spoke belatedly, as if it were no big deal. Is my son's death such a trivial matter? Furthermore, even though he died, no one knows how. I sent him to the Manmagung Palace to learn martial arts from the great masters, but in the end, they never found his body. Even for the Manmagung Palace, isn't this excessive?"

"hmm."

"As expected. Even though he asked me to handle so many people, the Manmagoongju didn't even show his face. What kind of crazy person is this? Did he have nothing to say when he saw my face? Anyway…."

The blood priest said, clasping his hands together again.

"They're all dead. Whether it's my son's death or the deaths of those who had taken refuge in Manmagung, it's all the same. It's not a big deal to either of us. I thought I'd be scolded if the gentleman master came, but I didn't know the young master would come first."

The blood prince lowered his head and sighed as he spoke.

"If the gentleman master says I must die, I have no choice. Every day is so tiring. Ah, young master, may you remain in peace in the Blood God Palace for ten or twenty years. How could this junior dare to offend the great masters?"

The boy pretended to look a bit uneasy and then began to think deeply about something.

Only then did the gentleman's actions come to light and he began to understand.

The gentleman led these demons to Mount Guhwa and killed them all. Of course, he probably didn't care if the Baekdo masters died. But I guessed that was clearly his intention.

The boy spoke in a calm tone.

“I went to Guhwasan and it seems a little late.”

"I heard. They said they were going to annihilate all the Baekdo masters there. What was the outcome?"

The boy replied.

“It seems like my gentlemanly master has died.”

The bloodsucker burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, you're making a lot of weird jokes today. You came to the Blood God Palace and said you could smell blood. Master Gentleman is dead? Master Youngja is still alive and well. For many years, the Demonic Path has maintained a fighting force that rivals even the White Path. Everyone else was just being obedient, minding Master Gentleman's every whim. That couldn't have been the case…"

“Are you saying that you too have been confined to the Blood God Palace, worrying about the feelings of your master?”

The blood prince laughed heartily.

"Why not? Even the great masters of Manmagung Palace, who were like that, stayed with the gentleman master, keeping an eye on his mood. Could the Five Elements Demon have left his gentleman master's side and wandered the world? A study… I've never heard of such a terrifying and strange prison in my life. What could one do besides eat and read? Prison would have been better. Escaping from most prisons is possible, but who would escape a prison with a gentleman master?"

The boy also chuckled.

"Even if other masters were like that, I don't understand why you, too, lived so obediently, keeping an eye on the gentleman's feelings. What did the gentleman say to you?"

The blood prince replied.

“How could I speak carelessly?”

“He must have died for sure.”

“Please explain it in terms that I can believe.”

"There was a witness. He watched the fight from beginning to end… At the end, the body of the gentleman's master was seen floating in the air, engulfed in a massive fist, and then shattered into pieces. He said it felt like a clash between martial gods, so it can't be a lie."

“That is a truly absurd and unbelievable story. So who is the military leader who killed the gentleman’s master?”

“They say he’s the king of boxing.”

“Not a fanatic, not a swordsman, but a king of fists······.”

"I've wrestled with the Sword God. He was great, but he wasn't as skilled as my master."

The bloodsucker muttered, still laughing loudly.

"He's neither a swordsman nor a god of war, but a king of the sword… The outside world must have changed a lot. Or perhaps his gentlemanly master drank a huge bowl of poison that day. He must have lived a long life and become senile."

Anyway, this was the truth that Dongja found out.

The bloodsucker said.

“Do you know why I can’t go out into the world of martial arts?”

“I don’t know.”

The blood emperor rose from the throne and spoke with his hands behind his back.

"That's where Master Dongja sits. My grandfather died near there. Do you know what his nickname was?"

“I know you as the Blood God.”

“The man who killed the blood god returned after a while as if he were coming and going from his own house and said this. I came after killing the secret god.”

The bloodsucker shrugged.

"Everyone was like, 'Who is the Bicheonju? What do you want me to do?' That was their reaction. Since my grandfather was dead, no one could resist him. My grandfather was literally a blood god even here. Anyway, the man said that the blood god and the Bicheonju were the most powerful, and he gave them an unusual compliment. He was so delighted that he even clapped. Clap, clap, clap. Then, for days, he indulged himself with the most beautiful women in the Blood God Palace. Then, as if he'd forgotten, he said this: 'I'll give you, my young disciples, a chance to get revenge. But you'll only be able to face me if you crush the Bicheonju. Until then, you young disciples, be quiet…'"

The blood prince said with a smile.

"He was an amazing man. Because he said the same thing to the successor of the Bicheonju. He told them that they had to kill the Blood God with their own strength to be able to face me. After that, he told the Bicheon and the Blood God Palace to reveal each other's locations and to engage in duels often. He told them that if they were roughly evenly matched, they shouldn't even think about challenging him. Dongja Master, I later learned about this Bicheon force. It was a formidable mystical force, always ranked first or second in the martial arts world. So the Bicheonju and my father fought each other to the death. The Bicheonju of the time and I also had a similar relationship. But the gentleman master who went around pitting that great mystical force against our Blood God Palace like dogs in the neighborhood was killed by a guy called the Fist King, right?"

The boy's master nodded.

"The masters of Baekdo have returned safely. Would it have been possible if they had had a gentlemanly master?"

The bloodsucker muttered as if he had realized something.

“Really? Oh, so now I won’t have to worry about getting in trouble.”

The boy asked.

“So, was it because of the non-Cheonju that all the other survivors of the Maga were killed?”

When the gentleman died, the blood emperor's tone of voice changed immediately.

"Because of that damned non-Christian, I couldn't see the world properly. My gentlemanly master wouldn't have been the type to pay attention to every detail, so all I got was a few scoldings."

The bloodsucker snapped his fingers outward and screamed.

“Call me the Blood Demon!”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The blood prince said to the boy.

"The gentleman has toyed with the world to no end. Whether he's a commoner or me, he'll use any means necessary to become stronger. Even the commoner is growing stronger. Do you know what? Now, he could easily be called a demon. I could even pretend to be a mystical force."

“You?”

The blood sacrificer showed his palm.

"Why not? Neither my father nor I have a single drop of Baekdo's blood on our hands. All I've killed so far have been the demonic forces. So, we've become a mysterious force that only kills demons. Blood God Palace? It's just a name. Even if we were to enter the martial world as the Red Heavenly Palace, which has slain demons for generations, who would know us? Bicheon would have become as unscrupulous as the demons in order to become stronger, and the Blood God Palace would have become a mysterious force before we knew it. This too must have been a gentleman's game. Aren't demons and Baekdo the same? Don't you remember the faint smile in your master's eyes?"

At this moment, the door opened from outside and a blood demon appeared.

“Have you summoned your majesty?”

The bloodsucker said, waving his hand.

“Kill Queen Jiang, Hyeon Eon-mi, Mu A-ryeon, and all the women that Master Gentleman ever touched. Cut off and burn all those bastards who pretended to be nobles. I hate to see them. Anyway, find all the guys related to Master Gentleman and kill them all today. Send assassins to deal with those outside too. Demolish that strange statue in the inner garden, and tear to shreds that painting that was said to have been drawn when my grandfather was defeated. Anyway, burn or kill everything related to Master Gentleman. I’m sick of this.”

The blood demon frowned and replied.

“Your Majesty, how can you possibly handle that?”

The blood prince pointed to the boy's master.

"Brother, didn't the Grand Master of Manmagung say that the gentleman's master was dead? Are you saying that the Grand Master was lying? Go and do as he says."

The blood horse looked at the boy master and lowered its head.

"All right."

The blood emperor sat down on the throne again and looked at his master with a tired expression.

“By the way, have you returned to the half-life?”

“That’s how it turned out.”

The bloodsucker said.

"Young Master, don't live like a gentleman. That is too much of a mockery of humanity."

“How do you plan to live?”

The bloodsucker said.

"Well, with my master the gentleman dead, I guess that means I have only two rivals left in my time: the Bicheonju and the Fist King. The Fist King, that's so unexpected. I've never heard of him, or even seen him."

The boy responded with wide eyes to this unexpected answer.

“Does that mean that the three gods and the ambassadors are not in your sight?”

The blood prince responded with a surprised expression.

"You speak strangely. Didn't the gentleman master say with his mouth that his only enemies were the non-heavenly lords and the blood gods? He spared the rest simply because he was bored. They weren't his enemies. You've been with him all this time, so you should know better. Could it be that the young master was also the gentleman's enemy?"

The blood prince poked his head out and looked at the boy as he spoke.

"Was the gentleman a man with a warm heart who would spare his enemy? Ah, nonsense. There's no such scum in the world. You know that well."

Suddenly, the blood priest put his hand on his chest and said as if he felt relieved.

"I can finally breathe a little better. I think I'll have a drink today."

The blood prince looked at the boy and smiled.

“In commemoration of the gentleman’s departure, a congratulatory drink.”