Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 80

< The King of Fist Meets the Fanatic 1 >

Danwoo Seong returned to Taeho Sangdan after agreeing to meet again at the hideout of the fanatics that Baekryongmunju Juyeonwol had told him about.

Meanwhile, the funeral of Mr. Eunpil, who had taken care of Taeho Sangdan, was held in a solemn atmosphere.

Dan Woo-seong deliberately introduced himself as the stepson of the Taeho Sangdan leader and assisted with the funeral. This allowed him to meet most of the people associated with the Taeho Sangdan in person.

Danwoo Seong remembered the faces of those who flocked to the funeral.

Because I thought that since the Left and Twelve Swordsmen were dead, there would be people who came to the funeral while hiding their identities.

Even among the mourners, the story that Taeho Sangdanju's stepson was an incredibly strong man was passed around by word of mouth.

Danwoo Sung deliberately took upon himself the potential dangers that could befall the Taeho Sangdan. He had secretly waited for the man in the purple robe throughout the funeral, but the funeral ended quietly, as if he had no regrets about the failed operation.

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It took Dan Woo-seong over ten days before he finally left the Taeho Merchant Corps and headed to Gwangsin's hideout. All he received for this mission was an excessive amount of money and a single pen used by Master Eunpil. One pen had melted, but the other, found stuck around Lee Gun-chang's neck, was recovered. Dan Woo-seong deliberately carried this pen with him whenever he visited inns or found lodging.

He was deliberately leaking his whereabouts.

Dan Woo-sung's idea was that Kang Ho-in's actions should be resolved among Kang Ho-in himself.

From the third day onwards, Danwoo-seong had difficulty sleeping.

I felt like the enemy was following me. I occasionally stopped along the road and looked around, but there was no sign of my pursuers. My senses were just telling me.

I'm saying that I feel bad.

As they approached Cheongyaksan Mountain where the fanatic was staying, Danwoo-seong deliberately slowed down the pace of his journey.

If the enemy that Danwoosung could not handle came rushing in, he planned to bring out the fanatics.

It's a rather sinister scheme.

However, Danwoo Sung knew that the nickname "Gwangshin" (狂, madness) was earned through his experience dealing with demons. No man in his time hated demons more than he did.

Because the nickname he earned from killing and tearing apart demons throughout his life was fanaticism.

If Danwoo Sung were to lead the quiet minions to find Gwangsin, that in itself would be a perfect gift.

So, Danwoo Seong wandered around Cheongyaksan Mountain, watching people live, drinking alone, and living like a person with nothing to do.

Even in the midst of all this, the senses were maintained.

The pursuer kept following and then disappearing.

As I was finishing a bottle of alcohol with tangchori cheok as an appetizer at a place called Pyeongho Gaekjan, a middle-aged man with a long beard came in carrying a backpack and sat down in front of Danwoo Seong without permission.

Danwoo Seong asked the middle-aged man while pouring him a drink.

“Would you like a drink?”

The middle-aged man answered Danwoo Sung.

“Drink a lot. This will be your last drink.”

“I don’t know about that.”

After drinking a glass of alcohol, Danwoo-seong picked up a piece of tangchori with chopsticks and ate it.

Danwoo Seong asked while eating Tangchori Cheok.

“How many people came?”

The middle-aged man replied.

“You’ve come in plenty. You killed the eighth, eleventh, and left-handed men.”

Danwoo-seong rinsed his mouth with alcohol and then replied.

"They didn't give their full names, but I think I killed them. Oh, and I killed more than just the three you mentioned. They were like martial artists. You know, the ones that made a metallic sound when you hit them? Did their leaders come too?"

The middle-aged man just smiled.

“I don’t think this is the time to be boasting.”

Danwoo-seong said, pointing his finger.

"I remember. You were at the funeral. You managed to stay quiet there. Didn't you know the culprit was out? Some of them were buried alive, so you were slow to grasp the situation."

The middle-aged man spoke in a subdued tone.

"The Taeho Group is innocent. You and the Galaxy Group will pay the price for your sins."

Danwoo-seong chuckled.

"Ah, the upper reaches of the galaxy. Did you send troops there too?"

"No. There's a certain order to things. I plan to visit you with your head held high. I'll go and behead your brothers, your father, your household, your maids, and even your animals."

Danwoo Seong replied.

“There are quite a few experts there.”

"Do you think the Eight Dragon Gates can block everything? If you escape from here, you'll have to head straight to the upper reaches of the galaxy. Otherwise, our forces will arrive first."

At the top of the galaxy, there was a master who even Danwoosung couldn't immediately deal with. It was the same as Danwoosung being at the top of the galaxy. Furthermore, since Baekyak's subordinates were also strong, Danwoosung knew better than anyone that nothing would happen.

Danwoo Sung drank the last of his drink and put his glass down as he spoke.

“This kid is scary.”

“Come out.”

A middle-aged man stood up and went out of the inn. He was the leader of the Gold and Silver Killers' Society, Gongsun Fu, who had been acting like a shadow. He had brought along the best of the Gold and Silver Killers and the elite of the Heavenly Swordsmanship.

Since the left-winger was dead, he had no choice but to appear and resolve the issue himself.

When Gongsun Bok saw that Danwoo Seong did not follow him, he turned around with a frown.

Danwoo Seong was paying for drinks for the terrified innkeeper, Jeom So-i.

Gongsun Bok made a dejected expression.

“That crazy kid······.”

Only then did Danwoo-seong come out and respond to Gongsunbok's swearing.

“Go ahead and do the math. You crazy bastard.”

In the vicinity where the god of madmen resides, madmen began to compete against each other.

Danwoo Seong came out of the inn and stopped in surprise.

There were a great number of gold-faced and silver-faced swordsmen mingling together. It couldn't have been otherwise. They were practically all gathered together. Here and there, the black-clad swordsmen of the Heavenly Swordsmen, unmasked, glared at Danwooseong.

Danwoo Seong put on his armor with a relaxed expression, then held the judge's pen in his right hand and opened his mouth to say something to the general.

“Hey, you son of a bitch······.”

Danwoo-seong ran away without saying a word.

It was a tremendous speed. Surrounded on all sides. Danwoo's new form soared into the air, kicked a tree, then leaped onto the opposite branch, performing a wooden leap and escaping. A rumble was heard, and assassins and swordsmen swarmed in.

Then, with a pok, pok, pok! sound, the dark energy shot up from below.

Danwoo-seong kicked the tree and flew out, then landed in the forest and ran away.

The destination is, of course, Cheongyaksan Mountain.

I was thinking of bringing out fanaticism.

When Danwoo-seong burst into laughter, his voice came out as long as a stick of taffy due to the speed of the light attack.

The sight of those chasing Danwoo Seong was itself spectacular.

Because each person's light-heartedness skills were different, the front of the line soon resembled a mountain. At the very front were a mix of swordsmen from the Geummyeon people and the Cheonggeomyeon.

Danwoo-seong blew a whistle with all his might.

“Wheww!”

Gongsun Fu, who was pursuing with his subordinates, shouted with all his internal energy.

“Beware of ambushes.”

The ground shook just from the sight of the Gold and Silver Murderers' troops running.

Small, dark objects were constantly being embedded under Danwoo's feet.

Pavabababababababak······.

Every time Danwoo-seong suddenly changed direction with his teleportation technique, the dark machines passed by, cutting through the wind.

Even though so many experts were chasing him, they couldn't catch up with Dan Woo-seong.

Danwoo's light attack, combining internal and external attacks, had the disadvantage of being quite noisy, but it was exceptionally fast. Furthermore, this time, Danwoo was running away so loudly that it seemed as if he was deliberately trying to break the ground.

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Cheongyaksan Mountain, the hideout of a fanatic.

The leader of the Yoo Jeong-hong faction had mobilized his followers to create a residence for the fanatic. There wasn't a speck of dust in the residence, as the fanatic himself mopped it.

He was also the embodiment of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The fanatic was shaving his beard while looking into the mirror.

He was shaving his beard with a small knife, then examining his cheeks. His hair had recently grown back to black.

Judging by his appearance, he was a man with a lonely expression who looked to be in his fifties.

His expression was filled with a peculiar uneasiness, as if he were suppressing his temper.

The fanatic was in a situation where he had locked himself in his quarters.

Because I didn't have the confidence to go out into the world and live an ordinary life.

He was a man who had been possessed by a demon countless times while learning martial arts, but he did not die.

The fanatic's hands, which had been shaving, began to tremble uncharacteristically. He took a deep breath and then continued shaving.

Crunch, rustling, rustling······.

I also got my hair trimmed.

His nerves were even sharper because his hearing was beyond the criminal's level.

I held the ends of my loose hair with my hands and trimmed them to an appropriate length. Then I tied the hair back.

At this point, he was not an old man, but rather a middle-aged man.

The fanatic finally trimmed his eyebrows with a razor blade. After a moment, he took a deep breath and muttered in a calm tone.

“Why are you fighting here? It’s so noisy.”

It couldn't help but be noisy.

Because Danwoosung had begun the fight at the foot of the mountain. Furthermore, Danwoosung's martial arts were thunderous and powerful. The fanatic could clearly hear the thunder, lightning, screams, shouts, and even the sound of throwing weapons.

The fanatic lowered his head, and his clenched fists trembled for a moment.

It was an absurd act that only a child with a bad temper would do, not an old man.

The fanatic turned his head and spoke out towards Cheongyaksan, his voice full of inner strength as if squeezing it out.

“It’s noisy············!”

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“···············It’s noisy!”

Not only Danwoo-seong, but even those who were attacking Danwoo-seong felt like a dagger was stabbing them in the ear.

It was a really cool feeling.

Gongsun Bok, startled, turned his head and looked around. However, the Gold and Silver Assassins and Danwoo Seong continued their attacks. Danwoo Seong unleashed a torrent of bladed lightning while his enemies flinched, then surged forward, crushing the assassins with his thunderbolts.

Two black-clad figures rose from the Heavenly Swordsmanship and unleashed sword energy toward Danwoo Sung.

Wheeeeeeeeeek!

As soon as Danwoo Sung countered the black energy with his brain wall, he poured his internal energy into it and shouted loudly on purpose.

“Twelve, twelve, twelve!”

Among the Cheon Geum-ryeon's forces were two men known for their impenetrable swordsmanship. They were known as Chil-geom (七劍) and Gu-geom (九劍), respectively. Of course, Dan Woo-seong had no interest in rank. These two men waited for Dan Woo-seong to tire, and only then did they launch a single attack.

Danwoo-seong shouted again as he struck down the assassins rushing in from all directions.

“Where is the swordsman!”

Danwoo-seong trampled the pristine ground with his brain.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

The silver-faced people who had been rushing towards him were caught in the wave of energy that spread out through the brain and flew away in a circle.

Danwoo-seong looked around, his eyes wide. He'd expected a fanatic to emerge, but there was still no word. Thirty silver-faced people had already been killed, their heads smashed in, and about a dozen gold-faced people had been stabbed to death by Danwoo-seong's judge's sword.

The problem was the leader of the Gold and Silver Murder Society and two swordsmen belonging to the Twelve Swords.

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Something suddenly popped out from the middle of Cheongyaksan Mountain, flew in a curve, and landed quietly outside the battlefield.

He was a fanatic wearing a gray robe.

Countless martial artists were chasing and fighting a man. Corpses were already everywhere.

Gwangsin approached Gongsunbok, who was standing alone observing the situation, and asked.

“Where is the sword?”

Only then did Gongsun Fu draw his sword and aim it at Gwangsin. He remained silent. Of course, he didn't know he was a Gwangsin. He simply felt intimidated. He didn't speak, but the man was so bizarre that one could tell he was a madman the moment he saw him.

The fanatic clicked his tongue.

“Tsk.”

Gwangsin looked at Danwoo Seong, who was about to kill Gongsun Bok right away, but was fighting alone like a madman.

“It’s you. You’re so noisy······.”

The instigator of the commotion was fighting over there. It was the guy who interrupted the shaving. Gwangsin watched Danwoosung fight for a moment, then curled his mouth into a round smile.

"oh."

"You fought well," the fanatic nodded.

'That young man is a good fighter.' I thought to myself, and immediately forgave him for being noisy.

Then suddenly, Gwangsin looked at Gongsun Bok.

I asked him where the swordsman was, but he didn't answer.

I thought that at least it would be right to say that I didn't know.

Gwangsin said as he approached Gongsunbok.

"The elder is asking you a question, why aren't you answering? Whose disciple are you? Answer quickly."

Even though Danwoo-seong was fighting fiercely with two Twelve Swordsmen from a distance, he quickly responded.

"Senior, that guy is the leader of the assassins. They are all demons."

Gwangsin looked at Gongsunbok and then disappeared.

Gongsun Fu gritted his teeth and swung the sword in his right hand backward. He remained frozen in his sword-swinging stance. The fanatic's hands touched both his shoulders. Fear washed over Gongsun Fu's face, and in that instant, his body was torn apart left and right.

Phew!

The fanatic, his head tilted skyward, stared blankly at the sight of the bloodletting he hadn't seen in a long time. A moment later, with a thud, blood poured down his face.

The fanatic muttered as he wiped the blood from his face with both hands.

“Ah… So the devil has appeared.”

A crazy man also appeared.

<The King of Fist Meets the Fanatic 1> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung