Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 77

<The King of Fists Pulls Out the Brain Pole>

Danwoo-seong remained silent, sensing the absence of any more skilled men in the vicinity. As Danwoo-seong fell silent and the man stared blankly at him, the entire expansive mansion fell silent.

There seemed to be no one around. Danwoo-seong asked in a low voice.

“Why are you alone?”

The man responded politely.

“I usually work alone.”

Danwoo Seong said as he approached the table.

“Take your feet off the ground.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

The man lowered his feet and looked at Dan Woo-seong, who was sitting opposite him. Dan Woo-seong placed a scroll on the table, and the man gazed at it intently.

“Why do you have that?”

“Did you kill him?”

“Yes. There is no body.”

Dan Woo-seong felt strange as the man continued to speak politely. He wondered if he was mistaken for someone else.

Because his facial expression was not that of a man worthy of being spoken to with respect, and his power did not seem low.

He was a man with a broad forehead and a large mouth. He had a closed-mouth smile on his face, and he was looking at Danwoo-seong with interest.

The man said.

"Oh, I have no idea who he is. I know most of the masters by heart. He doesn't seem to be Eunpil's disciple. Perhaps he's the disciple of the leader Yoo Jeonghong? I doubt it. His disciples died in the Battle of Oryung. I'm curious, so let's try to guess one by one. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

Danwoo-seong glared at the man and asked.

“Does your superior like to wear purple robes?”

The man fell backwards in his chair in surprise, then got up in a commotion.

“Oh my gosh, that’s surprising.”

The man scratched his head, looking genuinely surprised, and sat back down.

"How did you know? If that's your question, then yes. Now, may I ask a question?"

The man thought deeply and then asked Dan Woo-seong.

“Are you a senior from Manmagung?”

This was precisely why the man remained polite to the end. He suspected that he might be a master sent from Manmagung.

Danwoo Seong replied, remembering the name Manmagung.

"no."

“아니라고? 아니라고! 괜히 긴장했네. 이 개새끼야. 휴, 분위기를 왜 이렇게 잡고 있어? 어휴······.”

It changed from polite speech to swearing.

The man raised his hand as if he was going to hit me.

“I guess I’ll just kill him right away.”

“······.”

Danwoo-sung sighed as he looked at the man. He seemed to have some sort of mental disorder. Or perhaps this was a characteristic of the demonic.

The man was gradually becoming more at ease.

All the magicians are gathered at Manmagung. Even the man couldn't figure out which masters were there. However, the man was curious as to why Danwoo-seong, who wasn't part of Manmagung, knew the master, "Cheonma."

While trying to enjoy the game of questions and answers, he found himself lost in a labyrinth. As far as the man knew, the only force in the world that knew of the existence of the Heavenly Demon was the Manmagung. After all, the Cheongeomyeon of the Sword Demon was, to the outside world, an organization that emerged from the Manmagung.

The man asked.

“Okay, now that you know, ask the next question.”

To Danwoo Sung, he seemed like a peculiarly madman. His roots, his birth, his inherent nature—he seemed like a born-again magician.

Danwoo Seong asked.

“Your position.”

When I asked for his title instead of his name, the man frowned.

"A position… hahaha. I don't have one yet. Ah, it's not fair to say it like that. My lord calls me Left Envoy. That's my position."

The man muttered with a sour expression, as if he was regretting something.

“Hey, I told you for nothing. I’ll just kill you anyway.”

Danwoo Seong pointed to the left wing with his finger.

“Left-handed, we’ll just have to kill each other anyway.”

The left-handed man nodded and spoke politely.

"Yes, yes, that's right. You're right. Go ahead and ask."

“Where is your lord?”

"I don't know either. Since you're a wandering person, I have a question. If not Manmagung, then where on earth would such a master have emerged?"

The left-handed man pointed at Danwoo Seong with his finger and said:

"Did my master kill you? Look at his expression. He's got it. He's a vicious bastard. He came all the way here. Answer quickly."

"right."

"See, that's right. That's how it makes sense. Ask me."

“Did your parents die in the Battle of Oryung?”

"That's right. Now, let me ask you a question. Are you the disciple of the Green Forest King? Did you have any disciples? You killed them all."

Danwoo-seong sighed briefly. When on earth did he kill the Green Forest King?

"no."

The left-handed man said, hitting his forehead.

“Hey, shit. You were the disciple of the Fist King. When did you even raise a disciple? This is so strange. No, you bastard. If you were the Fist King’s disciple, you should go to Cheon Geom-ryeon. Why did you come looking for me? I heard my lord just watched from the sidelines. Go find the Twelve Demon Swords. Tell me how he died? The Sword Demon first stabbed him in the stomach. Then, the Twelve Demon Swords each stabbed the Fist King with their own swords. After that, they competed to suck out his true energy. So, in fact, we don’t even know who killed him. Thirteen people killed him at the same time. Even his soul must have been torn to pieces and scattered······.”

He was a man full of suspicion. He deliberately added details to explain the king's death, while observing Danwoo's expression. There had been reports of Manmagung's strange movements, so the man was left to his own devices.

Danwoo Seong replied in a calm tone.

“Where is the Heavenly Sword?”

"Where are they? They've all been sacked by the leader. News is slow. They're scattered. They have many strongholds here and there, so they won't be inflicted much damage. You'd like to destroy them all in one fell swoop, but…"

The left-hander shook his finger.

"The world has changed. It won't be decided by a grand battle like the Battle of Orung anymore. Those days are over."

The talkative left-winger suddenly fell silent, as if he had said something he shouldn't have.

Danwoo Sung remembered every conversation, both ordinary and strange. After all, the other man was the left-hand man of Cheonma, a man practically his left arm. Though he managed to converse with him due to his mental abnormality, he couldn't deny that he was a man he had to kill.

The left-handed man said.

“Hey, if you’re the disciple of the King of Fists, you’ll be very weak······.”

Danwoo Seong calmed down in the face of the provocation leading up to the fight.

Danwoo Seong also provoked his opponent.

"It was helpful that you talked a lot before you died. If you're weak to torture, I'll ask you again later."

The left-handed man replied.

“Either way or not… Are you using thunder?”

When Danwoo-seong nodded, the left-hand man chuckled.

“That would be fun.”

The left-handed man also possessed extreme internal energy.

There was silence for a moment······.

As soon as Dan Woo-seong picked up the judge's pen from the table, he held it out to the left officer's eyes.

chin!

When the left sage grabbed Judge Pil with his left hand and injected energy into him······.

The brain and the unidentified left-wing warrior's poisonous martial arts clashed.

Following the sound of a crack, the judge's pen turned reddish and then melted away in an instant.

What on earth should I say about this······.

It was the extreme heat of fire gathered in one point.

The extreme energy displayed by the two people made Pan-Gwan-Pil disappear without a trace, and then they clashed with each other.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The two men rose simultaneously, walked sideways, and glared at each other. Meanwhile, the left-hand man took off his loose robe and tossed it to the ground. He was wearing a plain black robe with no pattern or design.

Dan Woo-seong, who had witnessed the martial arts of the left-wing commander, said this.

“Is this the martial arts of the Fire Wheel Demon Emperor? He was said to have attacked the Mad God and fallen into the O-Ring Abyss with his limbs torn to shreds… Did you find his body?”

The left-handed man replied with a sly smile.

“Shut up. Your mouth.”

"If you're a descendant of the Demon Lord, you'll become independent… Are you just collecting money by attacking the upper class? Is that the job of a left-wing official? So you think you can take revenge on the fanatic? If you're confident, tell me. I'll guide you to the fanatic's hideout."

"Ah, I'm sorry, but I don't think that's the time. I'll decline. I'll deal with fanaticism later…"

It seemed he was the successor to the Hwarin Demon King. The left envoy rushed forward, determined to silence Danwoo Seong.

While the Left Sergeant charged without a single weapon, he struck Danwooseong with his sword. The fundamental problem with using martial arts was that the tension would burst out without warning. It was a tension that even Pan Gwanpil could melt. In a way, it was a martial art that was the polar opposite of Baekyak's Baekhwasingong.

The left officer's two hands were dyed red with the color of true red.

It was a martial art that simply required grabbing the opponent. It could be grazed or stabbed like a weapon. Dan Woo-seong, having confirmed the technique's characteristics during the engagement, employed the Geumnasu method to avoid hitting the left warrior's hands.

The left-handed man took off Danwooseong's golden dagger and pointed at his face with two fingers.

Two streaks of crimson flags shot out with a "whizz!" and smashed through the main hall door. At the same time, Danwoo-seong, who had ducked his head to avoid the blow, swung his right foot, and with a thud, the left envoy was pushed back a considerable distance.

The left-hander frowned.

The reaction suddenly became faster.

'Wasn't that top speed?'

Danwoo Seong was sparring with the Left Commander's response. The Left Commander, having kicked off the ground and leapt up, unleashed a burst of energy into the air, then transformed into a "Iljeomjinhongsu" (a point-blank red hand) and traced the spot where Danwoo Seong was standing with his finger.

Ssaeaeak!

The spot where Danwoosung stood burned red and was torn apart. Most martial arts were like this. Wiping a single corpse cleanly would have been a trivial task for the Left Master.

As Danwoo-seong began to dodge with his Jeon-i-gyeong-gong, the left-hander continued to unleash his Il-jeom-jin-flood technique while consuming his internal energy.

There was no sound, but it was as fast as a beam of light.

A sinister technique, worthy of being used not by a single person but by an assassin. Then, a red beam of light extended out like a giant longsword and cut Danwoo Seong's waist.

As the single-headed dragon, which had soared to the ceiling of the main hall, erupted into a white, gigantic sphere of light, the left-wing warrior responded with a pair of spears, but the furniture was shattered and rolled around.

The left-hander abruptly rose and began to flee toward the rear. Having never run before in my life, I was flustered. But even as I did, I controlled my breathing and listened to Danwooseong's footsteps, pouring all my remaining energy into lightness, accelerating my pace.

As Danwoo-seong followed at a faster pace······.

The left-wing soldier who had been running leaped diagonally, twisted his body, and launched a torrent of bullets at Danwoo Seong.

A red beam of light flew in like a twisted blade.

As Danwoo-seong soared into the air, the left sage grinned and swung ten fingers in different directions, each pointing north, south, east, and west, at Danwoo-seong's entire body. Having previously defeated difficult opponents in this manner, it was a decisive move.

Choaaaak······.

As an attack that seemed to shoot bloody water from a water cannon unfolded from his ten fingers, Danwoo Seong created a brain wall in the air with his twin swords and then melted all of the Jin Hongsu.

The left-hander watched with his mouth slightly open, then began to perform lightness techniques again.

Danwoo Seong said as he chased after him again.

“Left-handed······. What kind of disgrace is this?”

Danwoo-seong ran and snatched a rock from under the wall, injected some brain energy into it, and threw it.

Ssaeaaaaaang!

Next, Danwoo Seong drew out the lightning energy he'd drawn from the tenth level of Baekjeonshipdan Gong, the realm of Oryo, as if casting a single spear. The stone was meant to force defense or evasion, and this was the real attack.

Danwoo Seong was still watching the left commander's shoulder. Should he bow, rise, or turn around and defend?

The moment the left-hander twists one shoulder to avoid the stone······.

Danwoo Seong threw the thunderbolt of Baekjeonshipdan Gong, which he had first drawn, aiming for the left commander's lower back.

<The King of Fists Pulls Out the Brain Pole> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung