Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 200

Episode 200

The King of Fists, the God of War Dan Woo-seong – Complete

Danwoo Seong and the Musins fought for a very long time.

Perhaps it was because time here was different from the present world. Whenever Danwooseong's internal energy was lacking, Dharma would deliberately supplement it.

“The internal energy consumed by the martial arts itself is enormous.”

Yeo Dong-bin also admitted it.

"Yes. But if you become great, you'll have few rivals. Your five virtues are outstanding. I've never seen Sohan and Mujin so joyful."

“Still, it won’t be easy since it’s a calling to deal with a demigod.”

The conversation between Dalma and Yeo Dong-bin was also overheard by Jin So-han and Baek Mu-jin. The two fought for what felt like eons, escaping only Dan Woo-seong's fatal wounds. There was no other way to become stronger. Only through struggle, fighting, enduring, and winning.

At one point, Danwoo-seong, who had stopped moving, took the first step toward the unparalleled martial arts masters and expressed his gratitude. A sense of awe had naturally crept into him as they fought.

“I learned a lot.”

When Danwoo Seong spoke politely, surprisingly Baek Mujin and Jin Sohan also responded in a tone different from their usual.

“Your Majesty, this will be a difficult task. I wish you good luck.”

“The day will come when we meet again. I wish you good luck.”

At that moment, the current Danwoo Seong opened his eyes wide.

"ah······."

It was his own room at the top of the galaxy, unchanging.

This thought suddenly occurred to me.

Nothing is a coincidence.

However, even Danwoo-seong, who had recovered his memories that had been buried in oblivion due to his status as a god of war, still had some things he couldn't figure out.

For example, it is like this.

Danwoo's original parents were also sacrificed to the Demon King.

When Baek Jin-wi and Cheol Myung-ho's blood was sacrificed, their parents were also sacrificed.

It is difficult to mention all the countless people who were sacrificed to the Demon King.

In other words, among the three thousand reincarnation candidates that Danwoo-seong fought, there were not only Cheolmyeong-ho's father, but also Danwoo-seong's parents and even the masters belonging to the magic world.

From the perspective of the gods, it was a screening process approved by the lower and upper worlds, so they simply chose the right candidate without any emotion.

Dan Woo-seong expressed his opinion that there was no problem in being reincarnated into the body of a sick person, and so the place where Dan Woo-seong opened his eyes again was An-ga in Guhwasan.

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Years later, Danwoo-seong, who had reached the rank of a warrior in his current life, was able to climb the Uhwadengseon whenever he wanted.

One day, Danwoo-seong dreamed of walking along a quiet path where the fog had cleared away for the first time in a long while.

Now, through the Samramansangchukgi technique, he could enter and exit the Musin Guesthouse. While unrealistic, it wasn't difficult for Danwoo Sung.

This is because he is on par with Dharma, Yeo Dong-bin, Baek Mu-jin, and Jin So-han.

When Dan Woo-seong appeared at the Musin Guesthouse after a long time, Jin So-han and Baek Mu-jin, who were sitting across from him at the table, warmly welcomed him.

“Gong Woo-sung.”

“Welcome.”

Danwoo Seong is an example.

“Mujin Gong, Sohan Gong.”

Baek Mu-jin asked with a faint smile.

“What is going on here?”

Jinsohan chuckled.

“You must have come because you were bored.”

Danwooseong could now clearly hear the conversation between his senior warriors.

Danwoo Seong answered.

"My calling has been fulfilled, but life remains the same. However, with no rivals, I feel a sense of emptiness that cannot be assuaged."

Baek Mu-jin and Jin So-han nodded. In their later years, they felt just like Dan Woo-seong.

Danwoo Seong asked.

“Have you two decided the match?”

When asked if they had ever fought each other to determine who was superior, the two men smiled brightly.

"of course."

“I’ve won and lost tens of thousands of times.”

“What about Investigator Dharma and Senior Yeo Dong-bin?”

"The same goes for seniors. A life without learning would be bland. Take a seat."

As the three of them sat down at a small table, Danwoo-seong looked around the wine glass as if he was curious.

“But is there a fortune teller here too?”

Jinsohan replied.

“Does it make sense that there are no stools in the guest room? Of course there are.”

Danwoosung couldn't immediately understand the workings of the heavens. After ascending to the rank of a martial god, he observed the heavens, and found it strikingly similar to the human world in their way of life.

Danwoo Seong said that he wanted to see the point.

“Then, can I have some Dougangju?”

“There will be a very good Dugangju that I have never tasted before. Please bring me a bottle of Dugangju.”

Danwoo-seong raised his head and looked into the inn. A young man, Jeomso-i, with a convict's mark on his forehead, came out holding a bottle of Dugangju and met Danwoo-seong's eyes.

Danwoo-seong couldn't help but frown.

“I asked who it was, and it turned out to be a gentleman named Jeom So-i.”

Baek Mu-jin looked at the magician and said.

"Reincarnation is forbidden until the gods give their permission. If even one person objects, you will not be able to enter the cycle of reincarnation."

Jinsohan continued speaking.

“That means I have to stay here forever.”

The young magician put down his two swords and looked at Danwoo Castle.

“It’s my first time seeing you.”

Danwoo Seong replied.

“Is that so?”

“Or is it someone I know?”

“That could be.”

As the Demon Lord entered the back room of the Musin Guest House, Baek Mu-jin explained.

"My memories after I acquired martial arts skills were erased by Dharma. Naturally, I couldn't recognize you."

It was suddenly clear that this place was the domain of the gods.

They were the wardens and judges, the administrators and the gods.

Danwoo Sung also felt strange seeing the once excellent magician being left with his memory erased.

“Are there a lot of people like that here?”

“There aren’t many here. They’ve all gone to the animal realm.”

Baek Mu-jin took the first sip of wine and then poured it into Dan Woo-seong's glass.

"Please don't come here for the time being. The distinction between heaven and earth is clear. If you continue to wander here, you might take life lightly. It's a path that leads you away from human nature. We didn't expect you to come in with such a clear vision and a clear understanding of heaven. So, this is your farewell."

Jinsohan rarely praised Danwoosung's achievements.

“You have attained the rank of a martial artist after a short period of training. Therefore, congratulations.”

The three warriors clinked their glasses.

Danwoo Seong, who had been drinking, said as he put down his glass.

“Thank you for everything. By the way, even though it was just a dream, I suffered so much from you two······.”

Danwoo-seong looked back and forth between Jinsohan and Baek Mujin. Baek Mujin spoke as if he found it absurd.

“That guy is so angry······.”

Jinsohan said.

“That’s why Woo Sung-gong had a good time losing from the beginning.”

As soon as Jin So-han finished speaking, Dan Woo-seong launched a surprise attack by thrusting his swords to the left and right.

As Baek Mu-jin and Jin So-han each countered with one hand, the three men engaged in a show of strength, with a loud noise and the wine table and bottles shattering.

From somewhere, Dharma's voice could be heard softly.

"Juniors, can you please stop making noises? It's so noisy and disturbing my meditation."

"Who would listen to us? That's why we're called gods."

Those were Yeo Dong-bin's words.

Danwoo Sung was a man whose stubbornness and competitive spirit rivaled those of past and present. But at the same time, how could he possibly handle Jin Sohan and Baek Mujin?

After a while, Danwoo Seong's breathing, which had been calm, became disturbed.

…When Danwoo-seong suddenly got up from his bed, Baekyak also woke up with a start.

Baekyak asked Danwooseong with a surprised expression.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Danwoo-seong took a deep breath and replied.

“Ha, a nightmare? It’s a nightmare.”

"No, you're usually so fearless, why are you so surprised? I've never seen you this surprised before. What was that dream? Did Shinwoo cause an accident in your dream?"

"No, I was the one who caused the accident. I met the gods in my dream, and I engaged in a showdown with them both."

Baekyak stroked Danwooseong's back with a look of utter bewilderment.

"You have no rivals, so you dream all sorts of dreams. But is there really any need to attack the gods?"

“Because something happened.”

“No, you mean the dream continues?”

"Yeah. Sometimes I do. It really wakes me up. I'll sleep better, right?"

"yes."

Danwoo Sung kissed Baekyak's still beautiful forehead before rising from the bed. He spoke as he changed into his training uniform.

“Let’s start a little early today.”

“Who else are you training with this early in the morning?”

“Guardian.”

“I’m going to be complaining all day today.”

"No, if the leader trains, shouldn't the escort leader train too? It's only natural."

As Danwoo Seong left the leader's quarters, he spoke to the guard.

“Guardian, wake up and go to Yongho Hall.”

"All right."

Danwoo-seong arrived first at the spacious Yongho Hall and began to relax. A moment later, a half-asleep Cheolmyeong-ho appeared. It was still pitch-black outside, so Cheolmyeong-ho couldn't help but be taken aback…

Cheol Myeong-ho grumbled as he took off his shoes and stepped onto the floor.

"You're going crazy. What the hell are you doing at this early hour? I need to become the true leader to avoid this. What the hell are you doing, not even getting any sleep? This is driving me crazy. Can't you just watch the sun rise and train like a human being? Leader?"

Danwoo Seong answered while stretching his body.

“Are you disobeying orders?”

"Have I ever disobeyed orders? I came when you told me to come, and I left when you told me to go. I ran without a second thought to the leader's call to train at dawn."

Danwoo Seong said.

“There is no one but you.”

"what?"

“Someone to practice with this dawn.”

“What about Shinwoo?”

“I went on a mission.”

“That’s right. What about the craftsman?”

“It’s a bit much for me to wake up my father-in-law at this hour.”

“What about your wife?”

"sameness."

“Is it me after all?”

"uh."

Cheol Myeong-ho grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled out a wooden sword.

"I'm going to crush you today. You dare disturb the peaceful slumber of the leader of the Murim Alliance's escort group? Come at me, you stubborn, unretired leader."

Danwoo-seong looked at Cheolmyeong-ho with a sly smile.

As expected, there was no one but Cheolmyeongho.

How much of this blessed time called life do we have left?

I couldn't figure it out.

Cheol Myeong-ho spoke to Dan Woo-seong, who was still loosening up his body, while shaking his wooden sword.

“Stop laughing and get up. I’m going to smash the noble martial arts leader’s sword.”

Danwoo-seong looked at Cheolmyeong-ho.

No matter how much I thought about it, facing Baek Mu-jin and Jin So-han alone was impossible. I planned to raise Cheol Myeong-ho's status to a level where he could compete with the gods of war until the end of his days.

This was Danwoo Seong's new goal.

If that didn't work, I was thinking of beating Cheolmyeongho until it did.

So, eventually, Danwoo-seong and Cheolmyeong-ho planned to visit that guest house together someday.

Danwoo Seong also pulled out a wooden sword and held it in his hand today.

“Isn’t it too much for your skills?”

Cheol Myeong-ho responded by striking the wooden sword against his palm with a clanging sound.

"You and I have been competing for decades. Even Shinwoo is still far from challenging me. You have no opponents to contend with without me, so you must be bored. Look, in the end, I'm the only one following you in the martial arts world. I am who I am. I'm Cheol Myeong-ho, you rascal."

Danwoo-seong smiled.

"That guy who used to be the nitpicker at that noodle shop has grown up so much. It seems like only yesterday that I was hearing a single word and tears welled up in my eyes. Dokjonghori."

“Your Majesty, you’re talking a lot today. Did you get a scratch on your head last night?”

“Aren’t you the one who’s stuck here? Cleaning and doing laundry.”

“Shut up. I’m doing this because I want to.”

The two faced each other in a circle in the spacious Yongho Hall. It would not be an exaggeration to say their prayers were like those of a dragon and a tiger.

The moment he let out a short breath, two people appeared, clashing their wooden swords.

At the moment when Cheolmyeongho's wooden sword, which had been shattered with a cracking sound, shattered, Cheolmyeongho skillfully threw down his sword like a great master.

When Danwoo Sung responded with the same stern voice, Cheolmyungho's body crashed to the floor of the Yongho Hall with a thunderous clap, rolling violently. Cheolmyungho shook his head violently and jumped to his feet. Danwoo Sung smiled and spoke.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I should have used more force.”

When Cheolmyeongho, with his forehead veins bulging, pulled out a new wooden sword and charged at him, Danwoo-seong waved his hand with a refreshing smile.

“Come.”

Danwoo Seong and Cheolmyeongho clashed again. They were two men who would likely fight like this until the day they died.

It was bound to be a more peaceful martial world than any other time. This was because the reincarnated King of Fist had attained the rank of a martial god and was firmly maintaining his position as the leader of the martial arts world.

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The reincarnation of the king of power is complete.