Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 183

Episode 183

The king and the leader hide their identities

The onlookers looked at the frozen, cold-shrouded Bicheonju with astonished expressions.

It wasn't a fatal blow.

Anyway, it was because the non-Christian Lord was blocked by tension.

After a while, a thud sound was heard, and the cold air that had been enveloping his entire body was shattered, and the Heavenly King rose up onto the stage again.

Then, Hwa Eun-wol spoke as if giving a warning.

"The Master of the Cheonmu Gate has been defeated. This is not a life or death battle, it's just a duel, so calm down. The Master of the Baekgeom Gate has been victorious."

“The match… how.”

The non-Cheonju was about to say something, but then looked around.

Everyone around me was applauding and enjoying it.

All sorts of praise poured in, such as saying that he was a feast for the eyes and that his skills were truly amazing.

How can a non-God be the only one to act so stubbornly here?

When the non-Cheonju was defeated, the blood priest burst into laughter.

“Haha …

As the blood sacrifice applauded and lifted the heavenly host, the heavenly host shouted as he descended the stage.

“Master, I will come back later and receive further instruction.”

Before Baekyak could even respond, the room fell silent, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over it. Cheolmyeongho suddenly rubbed his forearms with both hands and spoke.

“Wow, goosebumps.”

The non-Cheonju was so excited that he let out a really angry voice.

There was a commotion here and there.

“Was it a woman?”

“The voice just now······.”

“Where do you see a woman? You’re clearly a man.”

“By any chance, the legendary Gyuhwabo that is said to be cut off from the bottom and then cooked······.”

“Shut up.”

"yes."

It had been so long since he'd been out in the world that Bicheonju had difficulty controlling his expression. As people teased him with various words, Hwaeunwol clapped her hand with her fan, drawing everyone's attention.

“Everyone······. Let’s continue.”

As Hwa Eun-wol calmed down the excited atmosphere, Bicheonju, who had taken his seat to watch the blood sacrifice, glanced at Hwa Eun-wol.

Hwa Eun-wol smiled faintly as she looked at Bicheonju.

Hwa Eun-wol said.

“As you can see, the battle between the Cheonmumunju and the Baekgeommun Somunju has ended.”

Hwaeunwol spoke as she took the lottery towards Baekyak and Bicheonju.

"Both of you are young and possess incredible martial arts prowess. I can only envy you. In any case, it's disadvantageous for Baekyak Somunju, who has already made it to the finals, to engage in a non-combat match. Jeokcheonmunju has advanced to the finals by walkover. Is there anyone among you warlords who would like to challenge Jeokcheonmunju?"

The idea was to not send them up with a bye, but to have someone who was confident step up and challenge for the semi-finals.

When the blood prince made a trembling expression, Hwa Eun-wol spoke as if she had blinked.

"Oh, I forgot to ask the Lord of the Red Sky first. If you don't feel like it, I'll just give you a half-hour break."

What the hell is this?

The atmosphere was already heated, and since he had already made the first move by asking if there was anyone willing to challenge him, it would look bad if the blood sacrifice fell behind here.

The blood priest waved his hand vigorously as if he were a great man and told me to do as I pleased.

"Good. I've been training in martial arts for a while now, so how could I possibly be reluctant to engage in a duel with the masters?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood offering rose into the air and then landed on the stage with light movements.

Hwa Eun-wol pointed with her hand, as if impressed by the Blood Emperor's bold remarks. Hwa Eun-wol's every gesture, tone, and expression possessed a subtle ability to sway the warlords. It was not for nothing that the Doge called her the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Council. Of course, Dan Woo-seong also understood Hwa Eun-wol's character, which is why he entrusted her with the command.

Now, the task remains to complete the semi-final matchups on the spot.

Most of them knew how the Red Heavenly Sword Master defeated his opponents. He often used subtle, humiliating tactics to win, and the reason for this, of course, was his true identity as a blood sacrifice.

Most of them came to this position after teasing the Baekdo masters and then beating them with a slap.

Moreover, since the Jeokcheonmunju had defeated the head of the Namgung family, most of the masters had no intention of going up to the non-stage.

As the Baekdo masters slowly averted their gaze, the Blood Emperor burst into laughter.

“Hahahahaha······. Ah, this is disappointing.”

At this time, the non-godly being under the stage raised his hand.

“I will step forward.”

The bloodsucker immediately responded, pointing his finger as if it were nonsense.

“You loser, just stay there. You’re so shameless.”

When the blood sacrifice returned everything that had been done to the god of heaven, the god of heaven's face turned bright red.

The blood prince looked around, holding back laughter.

'Those Baekdo guys are so funny.'

The blood prince spoke with a pretended expression of regret, contrary to his mocking laughter.

"Where are the three seniors? They're old, so… Since the current leader is so young, it must be a bit hesitant to step forward. The same goes for the Sword Saint."

Hwa Eun-wol felt that she had no choice but to step forward.

After all, he was the commander-in-chief of the Murim Alliance. He wasn't in a position to stand out with brute force. He simply demonstrated his skills, blended in, and bought Baekyak a little time, believing he could achieve his goal.

As Hwa Eun-wol took a step towards the stage, Dan Woo-seong grabbed her shoulder from behind.

“Generalissimo.”

"yes."

“Are you going to come out?”

Hwa Eun-wol said with a smile.

"I think it's because my brother got hit. I heard that all the other non-martial arts opponents were defeated after getting slapped in the face."

“Oh, really? A slap······?”

Danwoo-seong looked at Hwa-eun-seol, who was standing with Cheol-myeong-ho near the stage. Even from a distance, he could clearly see the bruises on her face.

Danwoo Seong spoke in a small voice.

“How dare you do something like that to the face of the commander-in-chief’s younger sister… As the leader, I simply cannot stand by and watch.”

"yes?"

Hwa Eun-wol blinked her eyes.

It wasn't that the theory of Hwa-eun was right, but rather that the leader seemed to be just trying to come out because his body was itchy.

Hwa Eun-wol spoke while holding back laughter.

“Since you were planning to fight twice anyway, it won’t be a big deal.”

As the commander of the Murim Alliance whispered to a young man wearing ordinary martial arts attire, the Blood Emperor pointed and spoke.

“What are you talking about over there? Young man, do you intend to come down?”

When the Red Heavenly Sword Master spoke to the leader and called him young, the members of the martial arts alliance all opened their eyes wide.

'That kid dares······.'

'To the leader······.'

Hwa Eun-wol slightly raised her left hand.

'Everyone, shhh······!'

The martial arts alliance members who confirmed the commander's sign language all fell silent.

Danwoo-seong asked the blood emperor from the stage.

“Red Heavenly Lord, may I challenge you?”

Of course, several sects, Sega, and some onlookers know Danwoo Seong's true identity.

He is the king of power.

However, there were people in this place who did not know the exact identity of the King of Power.

It is a non-godly and blood sacrifice.

How would you know if you've never seen it?

The bloodsucker held out his palm towards Danwooseong and only moved the tip.

“Come down.”

Danwoo-seong nodded and jumped down from the stage, then walked slowly on purpose, looking at the members and onlookers.

The road was opening up on its own.

No one was even opening their mouths to say anything about him being the king of martial arts or the leader of the martial arts world.

It was also because Danwoo-seong was not wearing the white dragon robe, the symbol of the martial arts leader, and for some reason, the atmosphere was unified in not pretending to know anything.

Ah, is this the true power of Baekdo?

It was something unknown.

Suddenly, Danwoo Seong found Namgung Tae, who was walking along the path that people had made for him and had been defeated by the Blood Emperor.

Namgung Tae is older than Dan Woo-seong.

However, the average age of the men who gathered in the Murim Alliance had become significantly younger. It seemed as if times were changing.

Moreover, the person who took revenge on Namgung Doje was the King of Kwon, Dan Woo-seong.

Suddenly, Namgung Tae thrust his fist at the leader without any respect. It was a simple request, asking for a gentler beating.

Danwoo-seong nodded as he met Namgung-tae's eyes.

So, the man who had beaten the gentleman up stepped onto the stage. The man who greeted him was the Blood Emperor, who had been imprisoned in the Blood God Palace because of the gentleman.

The blood prince smiled.

'It seems like it'll have a pretty good impact.'

Because his body looked sturdy. Since Danwooseong was a master of a higher rank than the Blood Emperor, the Blood Emperor couldn't gauge Danwooseong's true strength.

The blood prince spread his hands and said as if he was willing to yield the initiative.

“Try anything.”

No matter what I do, it won't work… It was an expression of confidence that omitted such words.

What happens when a weak player gives up the initiative to a strong player?

Something really bad was going to happen.

Moreover, the blood sacrificer's special skill was to shamelessly take off his pants and harass the non-heavenly spirit, which of course was a fatal blow that did not work on Danwoo Sung.

Danwoo Seong asked.

“Is it okay if I launch a preemptive strike?”

The blood prince replied with a smile.

“You’d better make the best of it.”

“Aha, the best season… I have a secret technique I have been practicing recently. Please take a look and teach me.”

Oui (奧義) means deep meaning.

It was said that a high-level season was being studied.

The blood sacrifice waved its hand as if telling him to do whatever he wanted.

'Pretending… is crazy.'

Danwoo Sung stretched out his right hand and, with the power of Baekjeonshipdan Gong, floated a white spear on his palm.

But then, as it grew larger, the spear twisted into a Z at its midpoint. It literally resembled a lightning bolt. Its size grew larger and larger, and it rose into the air.

The blood sacrificer's eyes grew wider and wider, and he shook his head slightly without realizing it, with a blank expression.

“Oh, this is a bit.”

Danwoo Seong said.

“Be careful. The name of the magic is Thunder God.”

The Blood Emperor, realizing that if he left it alone, he might lose not in a duel but in a life-or-death battle, flipped his words around and launched a preemptive strike.

When the blood sacrifice suddenly appeared in front of Danwoo Seong and shouted at him, Danwoo Seong countered with his left fist while casting the thunderbolt.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

As the blood sacrifice's body flew fiercely backwards, Danwoo Seong grabbed the Thunder God's Oui (雷神奧義) that he had floating in the air and pulled it down towards the blood sacrifice.

Ssaeaeak!

It's literally like lightning falling from the sky.

As the blood offering flew away, it twisted its body in the air and ejected its twin swords toward the sky.

At that moment, the Blood Emperor realized that what was falling from the sky was no simple, insignificant thunderbolt. A gigantic thunderbolt split into thousands, tens of thousands, of branches, raining down like a thunderstorm.

In a situation where I had secured enough space to barely hold my own body, large and small lightning bolts poured down like explosions on the blood sacrifice's body and its surroundings.

Pah, p …

“Haha!”

While pulling up the Hosin-gong, the blood sacrifice that had been lying down kicked off the ground with its right foot and was immediately caught by Dan Woo-seong who had approached it.

Danwoo Seong grabbed the blood sacrifice's left arm with his left hand, and with his right hand, he injected brain energy into the blood sacrifice's stomach and pushed it to the floor.

Of course, where the blood sacrifice's body fell, Danwoo Sung's knee was waiting.

BANG!

The intensity of the power injected by Danwoosung was strange. It was enough to shatter the blood sacrifice's defense mechanism and inflict pain.

“Ugh!”

The blood sacrifice felt like it was breaking his back.

Of course, it didn't actually break. The Blood Emperor, engulfed in a brain storm and unable to display even a tenth of his usual strength, flailed his hands wildly, struggling. Dan Woo-seong, using his martial arts skills, swatted away the Blood Emperor's hand and reached out with his right hand, grabbing the Blood Emperor by the collar.

The evil force and the brain energy simultaneously strangled the blood sacrifice's neck.

“Ugh······.”

Why on earth would you give up the initiative to the best in the world?

Is this overconfidence or over-confidence?

There has never been such bravery before.

Then, Danwoo-seong grabbed the brave blood emperor by the collar and pulled him to the floor, throwing him on his back.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

The bloodsucker stretched out in a large shape and foamed at the mouth.

Not only did the watching Bicheonju's expression turn pale, but even the blood demon who had visited the Murim Alliance with his brother was just swallowing his saliva.

I thought that perhaps it would be wise to just stay in the Blood God Palace for this life.

They say leaving home is hard, and the old saying is indeed true.