Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 70

<The King of Fists, Burn to Death>

Ten Swords smiled slyly.

For some reason, the guy I had made eye contact with was following me blatantly.

Judging by his fine attire, he seemed to come from a wealthy family.

'What a strange world. Money will be taken care of right away.'

The Ten Swords performed a stealthy lightness attack as if they were trying to escape, then moved to a quiet place.

As expected, the opponent openly chased after me.

Ten Swords has never been defeated while traveling with his comrades, the Twelve Demon Swords, and his master and teacher, the Sword Horse.

There was a time when twelve men annihilated a band of bandits numbering hundreds, and another time when they stormed a waterway and carried out a massacre. Even that great swordsman ultimately lost to the Twelve Demon Swords.

Moreover, since this was an area where no martial arts school had established itself, I thought there was absolutely no chance of losing to such a crazy young man.

The Twelve Demon Swords were, to begin with, the elite survivors of the countless orphans of Manmagung Palace. Having survived countless life-or-death battles, and having been selected as subordinates to the Sword Demon, receiving training and support, they were naturally brimming with confidence.

Ten Swordsman, who had turned his back on a cliff, asked with a smile.

“Did you come here to kill me?”

Danwoo-seong looked around and asked while putting on his gloves.

“Why are you alone?”

Ten Swords tilted his head as he drew his sword.

“Why are you alone? I’ve never seen you before… Do you know us?”

Danwoo Seong observed the other person's expression and realized that this was not a trap, but a situation that had arisen due to an unexpected accident.

“Were you running away?”

“I don’t know.”

Danwoo-seong nodded.

Anyway, I was going to do my best to kill him. When Danwoo-seong smiled, Sipgeom snorted.

“That’s so funny.”

As the ten swords charged, Danwoosung injected the power of the Baekjeonshipdan Gong up to the eighth level and erupted with his brain power.

The ten swordsmen were startled and responded with sword energy.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

The ten swords, blown away by the shockwave, crashed directly into the cliff face. The problem was that the cliff face was carved into the shape of a giant fist.

There was only one thought in my head.

'Damn it, he was the disciple of the King of Fists.'

The man who had resisted the Twelve Swordsmen for over an hour was the Fist King. The Sword Master, unable to bear it any longer, joined in, growing impatient. Even the Heavenly Demon blocked his retreat, barely managing to capture him.

Even though they fought like that, all of the Twelve Swordsmen were exhausted, and the swordsman fought with his body intact as if he was trying to take advantage of the fisherman's position, and the opponent he killed was the King of Swordsmen.

A completely different lightness than before unfolded.

The ten swordsmen moved horizontally from the cliff, displaying a near-miraculous lightness. Occasionally, they stumbled with each misstep, but there was no doubt that their lightness was of a high level. Furthermore, since they were fleeing for their lives, they had no choice but to be swift.

The body of the Ten Swordsman, who was running down the cliff with Yangpyeong Lake on his left, slid down and as soon as he touched the ground, his speed increased rapidly.

At one point, the ten swordsmen ran towards the darkened mountain, then turned around and swung their swords into the air.

This time, a huge white fist was right in front of my nose.

The moment I swung my sword, a white aura enveloped my entire body.

Kwajijijijik······.

“Ugh······.”

Ten Swords flew in a straight line, his entire body trembling. He was momentarily stunned by the shock, but he finally regained consciousness as he rolled on the ground.

puck!

As soon as Sipgeom got up, he was hit in the stomach by Danwoo Seong who had approached him and was pushed back, then he hit a large tree and bounced off.

Ten Swords swung their swords as they were.

Wedge!

While holding the sword with both hands, he performed movements that were completely different from Baekdo's swordsmanship.

It was a crude swordsmanship technique that unfolded while spinning fiercely.

There were many gaps. Therefore, every time Danwoo Sung's fist struck the Ten Swords, a strange sound echoed.

Thud······ Thud······ Thud!

Perhaps because my body was not prone to getting pierced by a blade, a loud noise erupted when I struck the iron block.

He was using the magic sword technique that contained the rotational power of the ten swords, but then suddenly grabbed the sword with one hand and switched to Jeongjong's sword technique.

Shh!

The tip of the sword split into five pieces, and at the same time, a sword technique was performed that created a sword wind.

It was a quick sword that combined swordsmanship and stabbing.

Danwoo Seong responded with his eyes wide open.

'Cheongseongpa forensics?'

Then, not only the Cheongseongpa swordsmanship, but also the Murong family swordsmanship and swordsmanship that were difficult to understand appeared.

The linking process wasn't smooth. However, because I had been using swordsmanship as if I were forcing myself into a body that was impenetrable to the sword, the combination was somehow achieved.

It was a true swordsmanship of Sima Weidao.

Ten Swords rolled on the ground again, swinging his sword, and then shot up, sending out a continuous stream of energy towards the left wing.

This time, it was a strange technique that could only be used in the dark.

Danwoo-seong watched his opponent's struggles for a moment as he unfolded his Oryo-bo method.

The characteristics of the white, magic, and black swords were haphazardly mixed into the swordsmanship. This meant that, throughout the years, he had learned martial arts by stealing and killing indiscriminately from the white, magic, and black swords.

'These crazy guys······.'

Danwoo Seong, who was dodging the attack, soared into the air and trampled on Sipgeom's shoulder with his brain before moving.

puck!

Brain energy seeped into the staggering Ten Swordsman's entire body.

“Ugh······.”

Then, Danwoo Seong approached me while spinning his body and hit me in the face with the back of his hand.

Bam!

Ten Swords, who had been rolling on the ground, struck the ground with his sword and got up, erupted with energy waves from all over his body, then swung his sword diagonally, fiercely pouring out his sword energy.

Wheeeeeeeek! Jeojeojeok!

The ground was dug up, and the surrounding trees were split as if they had been chopped down by a giant axe.

Sipgeom thought that if his opponent was a disciple of the King of Fists, it would be difficult for him to handle it alone.

So, he was determined to muster all his strength to clear a retreat. He launched a deliberately noisy attack, forcing a defensive response while simultaneously kicking up a cloud of dust. Then, he launched another light attack, whistling.

Wheeeeeeeek!

If there were any Twelve Sword companions around, it was a signal to join them.

Because it was a whistle blown while performing light martial arts, it rang out for a long time like a ghost's cry in a deserted place.

Dan Woo-seong felt complicated while pressuring his opponent.

In the past, countless swords surrounded him, leaving him no room to dodge. Each burst of sword energy would swarm him, swarming him by more than a dozen. Those with hardened bodies, impervious to swords, engaged in reckless wheel-to-wheel combat or used every means necessary to capture Danwooseong.

Compared to that, how easy is the current battle?

The man in the purple robe who had sneaked in and blocked their movements was no longer there.

Ten Swords changed direction in the air and swung their swords at Danwoo Seong, who had been chasing them from behind, but the sword was caught with unbelievable ease.

chin!

'Damn it!'

Even though the Ten Swords twisted the sword, Danwoo Seong still held onto it.

The ten swords unleashed their mixed palm power towards Danwoosung's face. The mixed palm power was the essence of absorbed, accumulated magical energy.

Danwoo Seong was disillusioned.

The enemy's tactics were the same as before, but this battle was surprisingly easy. The pure white armor that had caused the first battle was used to seize the enemy, squeezing their tension and destroying them.

Danwoo Seong deliberately kicked Sipgeom's leg.

Thud!

'crazy······.'

It was an attack intended to check for weaknesses, but it felt like hitting a lump of metal on the instep.

As the Ten Swords, which had been retreating by using the force from Danwoosung's kick, poured their energy into the sword, a black magic energy enveloped the sword body.

The ten swords poured out their sword energy.

Ssaeaeak!

Danwoo Sung soared into the air without slowing down, then clasped both hands together and pulled out his brain energy like a thread, trapping Sipgeom's face in his brain energy net as he descended.

He wrapped his brain around his face.

Crackle crackle crackle!

“Kwahak!”

Danwoo-seong grabbed his head with both hands, lifted it up, and then threw it to the ground.

Thud!

The sound became increasingly horrific.

Meanwhile, as Sipgeom resisted by swinging his sword, Danwoo Seong grabbed Sipgeom's arm, twisted it, and slammed it back onto the ground. After snapping his wrist, he stomped on Sipgeom's face with his forearm.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Still, the sound of metal slamming and thumping continued. They were a formidable opponent. They were quite strong, and their internal energy was deep. They were strangely ineffective against most attacks, so it was only natural that most martial arts masters couldn't withstand their mettle. Even reducing their numbers by one was a blessing, almost a stroke of luck.

As the ten swords flail, groaning lowly······.

Danwoo Sung grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up, then lifted her into the air and slammed her against his knees.

puck!

Even at moments when his spine should have been broken, he tried to counterattack by twisting his body, swinging his fingers in a hooked shape, or even sticking his head out to bite Danwoo Seong.

Truly, these were not human.

Danwoo Seong said.

“What on earth is it?”

“Hehehehe······. What could it be, we are.”

Danwoo Sung then twisted his arm completely. Perhaps because his body wasn't ordinary, his bones resisted the twist with incredible resistance. But in the end, he twisted his arm.

Wood thud thud······.

Strangely, there was no screaming in these attacks. It felt like the nerves that felt pain had been removed.

Danwoo Sung picked up the pitch-black longsword that had fallen on the ground, held it in both hands, and then struck the whole body of the Ten Swords.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Danwoo Seong asked.

“Where is the weakness?”

“······You crazy bastard.”

Far from having its face or body pierced, its body was buried in the ground. I wondered if there could be such a monster.

Danwoo-seong threw his sword to one side, then sighed, thrust both fingers into the eyes of his still-breathing opponent, and injected brain energy into him.

“Kkaaaaaaah!”

This was a technique not used by the Baekdo warriors. It was an attack worthy of being criticized as a "Sima Oedo" (a type of "Sima Oedo"). However, Danwoo Sung nonchalantly injected the brain energy. He felt as if he had finally found a weak point.

'The eyes are vulnerable.'

Only then did a human scream burst out.

Dan Woo-seong covered his opponent's mouth with his left hand. As crimson blood flowed from between his eyes, Dan Woo-seong spoke.

“He was human. That’s fortunate.”

Danwoo Sung asked while pulling his fingers out of the other person's eyes.

“Do you want to die or talk?”

“Kill him.”

"I get it."

Phew!

Danwoo Sung thrust his finger all the way in, then drew the Baekjeonshipdan Gong's brain energy up to the nine-stage, burning the brain of his former enemy. He had no intention of fighting like a human against those madmen.

Danwoo-seong looked at the corpse for a moment.

Even though his breath had stopped, his body showed no significant change. Dan Woo-seong, rising from his seat, again crushed his opponent's head with his brain.

Thud!

'What on earth is going on?'

What on earth is going on? There are dozens more of these people, and their leader is far more powerful than them. The unidentified man's martial arts skills are also quite high.

Danwoo Sung knelt down in his seat for a moment and then let out a long sigh.

Suddenly, I thought of the leader, Yu Jeong-hong. And Baekyak, too.

'Can I handle these disasters alone?'

As these thoughts crossed his mind, the faces that naturally came to mind. Suddenly, Danwoo Sung picked up the pitch-black longsword lying there, placed the blade on the floor, gripped the handle with his left hand, and struck down with the blade.

Thud!

Even when he struck the blade, the force was beyond imagination. Cheonma had said he spared no expense or effort on his youngest son, and the reason he spared no expense was because the cost of crafting this sword was enormous.

Danwoo Sung, as if he'd caught a clue, slammed the blade of his sword down with his swordsmanship. Each time he struck, it simply bent, never breaking. He raised his hand, as if practicing his swings, and this time, he struck with speed, not strength.

Only then did the sword break in half.

Danwoo-seong threw the broken sword and then looked at the corpse. Black smoke rose from its mouth, and only then did the once robust body begin to grotesquely shrivel, like a deflated object.

Danwoo Seong recited the enemy's identity without even hearing the dead man's confession.

“Sword Demon.”

<The King of Fists, Burning to Death> End

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