Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 69

The King of Fist Reunites with the Man He Was Going to Kill

The horse listened to the sound of the swords clashing.

I thought it was a duel between the Sword King Neungcheonak and the Sword Demon's subordinates. Murong Chu, the head of the Murong family, also showed off his martial arts skills before being killed by the Sword Demon.

Cheonma asked Geomma.

“Why hasn’t the Sword King been killed yet?”

The swordsman replied.

“He is a man with a lot to learn.”

“Kill me today.”

"why."

“There’s no way to keep the king alive. I’m also worried about the Sword Emperor who was lost.”

The swordsman nodded.

“I’ll kill you tonight.”

“I will depart for Namgung Sega first, so let’s meet at Unchoru later.”

“Please drink less.”

The black horse gazed blankly at the back of the horse as it walked away.

These are two people who grew up in Manmagung.

Cheonma was a man who had been giving up even his food since childhood. For many years, the man who had been giving up everything to her had been growing increasingly uncomfortable lately.

Because it's a magic?

Is that guy a direct descendant of Cheonma, who died in the Battle of Orung?

Because his father was a genius who single-handedly faced the three gods of Baekdo?

If not, it could be because of the idea that there can be no friends in the world.

The black horse looked up at the sky and thought.

"You just have to become stronger. Only then will all these distracting thoughts disappear."

The Demon God's grand plan, planned by Cheonma, was already centered around him. As his friend had said, he could decide after everything was accomplished.

The swordsman smiled with a strange expression, then looked towards the prison where the sword king was being held. The sword king, following his friend's advice, decided that it would be right to kill him today.

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The swordsman stopped with his eyes wide open as he headed towards the prison.

'what?'

The white-haired swordsman, walking alone to the prison, met the eyes of the swordsman. The swordsman remained silent for a moment. He was simply not the kind of man you'd expect to meet in a place like this.

The swordsman asked in a tone of voice asking what on earth was going on.

“Lord, what are you doing here? You’re so fearless.”

The white-haired swordsman was Yu Jeong-hong, the leader of the martial arts world.

The leader of the Yu Jeong-hong tribe spoke to someone while drawing his sword.

“Watch out. It’s a monster.”

It wasn't a word directed at the sword demon. The warriors of the Murim Alliance leaped from the rooftop, and as soon as they stepped onto the wall, they charged at the sword demon, emitting a torrent of sword energy.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

As soon as Geomma pulled out the black sword from his waist, he instantly annihilated the sword energy flying from all directions.

Yu Jeong-hong, who had heard Neungcheon-ak's shouting, narrowed his eyes and then burst through the iron door, rushing in and firing his sword energy.

The information power of the Murim Alliance was bound to be the best in the martial arts world.

However, it was impossible to find out where the swordsman was hiding from the beginning.

Even when a tip came in from an unidentified person, Yoo Jeong-hong was half-believing and half-doubting.

However, seeing that the letter sent by the informant included a detailed map, he had no choice but to lead the troops and come himself.

The informant is the princess of Manmagung Palace.

The situation was one where the Murim Alliance and the Cheon Geum Ryun were at odds due to an absurd accident caused by a young man who declared that he would become a devil.

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Sword King Neungcheonak suffered cuts to his arms and thighs. More than the wounds, he was physically and mentally exhausted from taking turns in a close combat with twelve men. It wasn't a matter of swordsmanship, but rather the feeling of exhausting his internal energy against those who hadn't cut him. Even a one-on-one wheel fight drained his internal energy so severely, so who could possibly handle twelve men attacking him at once?

Kwaaaaaaaang!

When the iron gate broke and the leader of the Yoo Jeong-hong clan suddenly appeared, Neungcheon-ak felt as if he was dreaming.

“Your Majesty!”

Yoo Jeong-hong suddenly charged at the Twelve Demon Swords of the Sword Demon. With each swing, two or three of the Twelve Demon Swords were repelled and slammed into the wall.

Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaang!

Yoo Jeong-hong soared into the air and landed in front of Neungcheonak.

“It’s nice to see you alive.”

Neungcheonak said it as if he was telling me to be careful.

“My lord, all of these guys are invincible to the sword.”

The leader of the Yoo Jeong-hong clan turned around.

Those who should have been knocked to the wall and had their limbs blown off were now rising again like soulless ghosts.

When the Twelve Swords took their positions as if they were about to pass······.

Yoo Jeong-hong straightened his sword with a calm expression.

“Come.”

At this time, the swordsman's voice resonated from outside, filled with inner energy.

“Kids, everyone scatter······.”

This wasn't directed at the Cheon Geum-ryeon troops, but at the Twelve Demon Swords being raised by Geom-ma. It was Geom-ma's order, for he had determined that he couldn't afford to lose the Twelve Demon Swords during the process of raising them into weapons of decisive battle.

As soon as he heard those words, Yoo Jeong-hong unleashed his sword energy towards the twelve black swordsmen.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeek!

Twelve people raised their swords at the same time to block it.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

Twelve men simultaneously flew backwards, smashing through the prison walls and tumbling outward. Three or four vomited blood from the shock, but their grotesque bodies still appeared unharmed. At the Sword Demon's command, they began to dodge Yoo Jeong-hong in all directions, deploying lightness attacks.

Yoo Jeong-hong said with a surprised expression.

"this······."

Even veteran warrior Yoo Jeong-hong was startled. He attempted to chase after him, but first checked the Sword King's condition.

“Cheon-ak, are you okay?”

Neungcheonak replied.

“Yes, sir.”

“Let’s go. You follow me.”

I'd been tipped off to the location, but a part of me still felt uneasy. No matter how much I thought about it, it wasn't a tip from Ah-gun or Baek-do. Fortunately, I'd saved the Sword King, so I could only console myself that my journey hadn't been in vain.

The leader of the Yu Jeong-hong looked around the surrounding area and the troops of the Murim Alliance that were facing Cheon Geum-ryeon and said this.

“It seems like the informant was trying to plot a double-crossing scheme······.”

I was feeling uneasy, so I thought I would withdraw my troops for now.

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The new form of the Sword Emperor, who had appeared with the leader of the Yu Jeong-hong clan, seemed to waver, then appeared behind the fleeing men and advanced, cutting down three or four bodies with a single sword.

He was a middle-aged master swordsman, more often known by his nickname, Iron Blood Sword Emperor, than by his nickname, Sword Emperor. Despite the retreat order from the leader of the Yu Jeong-hong clan, he continued to act independently to reduce the number of Cheon Geum-ryeon.

While cutting down those who were running away, he kicked a black-clad man and knocked him down. It just so happened that he was the youngest who had fought the Sword King.

The inspector chuckled.

“It’s nice to see you again.”

I remembered his face because he was the guy who had been attacking with me.

The swordsman kicked the black longsword out of the youngest's hand, then cut off his neck with the sword.

Thud!

The youngest of the Twelve Swordsmen let out a groan and grabbed his sword with both hands. It felt like a giant rock was crushing him.

The sword master asked while injecting internal energy.

“Why don’t you die?”

The sword of the sword master was instantly dyed red. A crackling sound rang out from the man's hand.

“Kkaaaak.”

The inspector said, looking into the youngest's eyes.

“I will kill you soon.”

The sword master intended to melt the sword's impenetrable body with his sword power. If he were to eventually face the sword demon, he needed to devise a way to break through the sword's impenetrability.

At this moment, as soon as the sword master's head turned towards the wall, he pulled out his sword and swung it into the air.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

The swordsman held the sword outstretched horizontally and was pushed back, then took a stance.

On the wall, the man in the purple robe he had seen before was staring at him blankly.

It was a heavenly horse.

Cheonma asked Geomje.

“Inspector, the order to retreat has been given, what are you doing here?”

The youngest got up and ran like crazy towards where the Cheonma was.

The swordsman said.

"It was you. Let's fight one-on-one again this time. You were so vulgar last time."

Cheonma chuckled.

“I have something to do today, so let’s do it properly next time.”

The inspector asked.

“Who the hell are you?”

Cheonma glared at the Sword Emperor. The man he'd lost despite their combined attack was the Sword Emperor. He had no intention of engaging in a one-on-one duel at the moment.

“You must be one of those who became orphans because of the Murim Alliance. See you later.”

Cheonma disappeared from the wall while holding the youngest's neck.

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Cheonma walked away from Cheongeomyeon while holding the back of the neck of the youngest member of the Twelve Swords.

“Youngest, are you okay?”

“Yes, you can let go now. I can run.”

"There's someone following me from behind. Let's move a little further and then separate. I've been feeling uneasy for a while now…"

"All right."

Each time the Heavenly Horse kicked the ground and soared, its speed grew faster. The Heavenly Horse spoke with a displeased expression.

"The leader himself came all the way here. What on earth is going on? Is there a traitor in the Heavenly Sword Federation?"

“I don’t know. That can’t be it.”

The youngest, who had been running away while being held captive by Cheonma for a long time, spoke to Cheonma with a dark expression.

“Thank you for saving me.”

Cheonma was still holding onto the back of the youngest's neck.

“It’s okay.”

The youngest looked at Cheonma's arm and answered cautiously.

“Now that we’re quite far apart, I’ll join you, Lienju.”

Cheonma said in a firm tone.

"You shouldn't join us right away. There might be pursuers, so spread out and join us later. The money and effort I've poured into you is not insignificant."

"yes."

When Cheonma finally let go of the back of his neck after arriving at a secluded place, the youngest responded with a nervous expression.

"thank you."

At that moment, Cheonma grabbed the youngest by the collar with his bare hands and held him, then stabbed him in the eyes with both of his fingers.

Phew!

“Kuaaaaaa······sigh!”

The demon's fingers turned purple and dug deeper. He grabbed her neck with his left hand and spoke in a low tone.

"fizzle······."

Cheonma placed his right hand on the youngest's crown and absorbed his energy.

Even the sword's invincibility was useless. He possessed a magical power that absorbed all life energy.

The youngest's face and entire body were wrinkled as if vertical lines were carved into them.

Cheonma said while looking at the youngest's face.

“Youngest, may you be reborn in paradise.”

The corpse was twisted to the point where no human form remained, and when the Heavenly Demon took his hand away, the hideous remains of the corpse collapsed on the floor.

As Cheonma poured his inner energy into his feet, the ground caved in. He kicked the corpse into the grave, then kicked the dirt away, burying the body. It was a skillful move, as if he had done it countless times before.

Cheonma scratched his head and looked around for a moment. If there were any witnesses, he planned to kill more.

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The day after the battle between the Murim Alliance and the Cheon Geum Yeon······.

The Cheon Geum-ryeon forces and the Twelve Demon Swords scattered in all directions. The Demon God Plan itself didn't imply all-out war, but rather the preparations for it. There was no reason for the Murim Alliance and the other faction to engage in a massacre while simultaneously reducing their numbers.

They all moved away from areas where there were strong sects.

Some fled to the mountains, others by boat, and some even infiltrated the bustling city. Some of the Twelve Swords enjoyed freedom. Even though they had acquired immortal bodies, living as a slave to the Sword Demon wasn't easy.

Should I call it a coincidence?

Should I say I was unlucky?

Ten Swords, the tenth rank of the Twelve Swords, avoided the sect and wandered into a busy street, observing the people. Then, naturally, he found Giru and wandered around. With no fearsome superiors accompanying him, and no higher-ranking figures, he planned to enjoy his leisure time alone and move to a rendezvous point if trouble arose.

I thought it was a nice neighborhood.

Even though the commercial district was quite developed, there were hardly any strong people to be seen.

As he was about to enter the dungeon, Sipgeom suddenly felt for his own chest. He had no money. With a shaky expression, he continued walking.

When it got dark, I planned to go back and rob a few houses that looked like they had a lot of money.

Then, Sipgeom met the eyes of the man who was staring at him intently.

The man's expression was breathtaking. He was almost stunned.

It was Danwoo Sung who was returning to the upper reaches of the galaxy after delivering Baekyak to his lodgings.

He approached Danwoo Seong, who was staring at him with his ten swords piercing through his eyes, and spoke.

“Hey, why are you looking at me like that? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Sipgeom struggled to suppress his murderous aura and then walked away from Danwooseong. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

The man was still staring at her.

Ten Swords said, pointing his finger.

“Know that you are lucky.”

Danwoo-seong stared at the Ten Swords, then looked around. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out why he was wandering alone, when he was one of the guys who had passed the exam. His attire was different, but the jet-black longsword at his waist was the same.

There was no way it was a trap. Those attacking the emperors would have recognized the prince at the top.

Danwoo Seong chased after Sipgeom.

<The King of Fist Reunites with the Man He Was Worth Killing> End

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