Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 81

<The King of Fist Meets the Fanatic 2>

The fanatic smelled blood.

It was a scent that brought to mind an oath. A vow to dedicate his entire life to slaying demons. A fanatic is a man who keeps his promises. After killing demons without reason, he intended to descend to hell and slaughter the demons gathered there. Therefore, the boundary between life and death held little meaning for this man.

He simply locked himself in his quarters to avoid killing those who were not demons.

The seal has been broken.

Gwangsin felt a sense of satisfaction watching the young man fight alone. Danwooseong, too, fought fiercely. Most of the time, he was crushing limbs with a single blow.

The fanatic said as he entered the battlefield.

“Good. This is why I’m still alive.”

The new form of the fanatic seemed to falter, then he grabbed the golden-faced man's leg with his bare hands, crushing it before using it as a weapon. He grabbed the screaming weapon with his right hand and swung it around the battlefield, waving it around.

Pbububububu! Pbubububu! Pbubububu!

To stop the corpse from moving on its own, he slammed it to the ground, crushing its skull. To the fanatic, the corpse and the corpse felt like nothing more than chopsticks. Before he knew it, he was clutching two corpses in each hand and began the slaughter.

When a situation seems so horrific, people either lose their minds or, beyond the horror, it becomes a kind of humorous situation. The atmosphere becomes frantic as the ambiguity of whether it's reality or a dream becomes palpable.

Fanaticism was a magic created by the devil. Aside from being the devil's enemy, he was no different from the devil. If there were an imaginary boundary between the white path and the dark path, he was a man precariously standing on that boundary.

So I insisted on wearing gray clothes.

Gray, a color that overlaps white and black, is the color of death and the identity of fanaticism.

He was truly a man of ashes.

While Danwoo-seong was fighting two men with swords that could not be stabbed, the rest of the troops were instantly annihilated by the fanatic.

Gwangsin looked at Danwoo-seong while wiping his bloody hands on his clothes.

There was a gloominess in his expression.

Normally I would have wanted to help right away, but it was worth watching the young man fight.

The fanatic who was watching said.

“Throw away Judge Pil. There’s no need to aim for his eyes.”

After Danwoo Seong took out the judge's sword, he began to fight the two swordsmen with his bare fists.

The fanatic's eyes read the meaning contained in Danwoo's movements. He was a man of exceptional skill. His offensive and defensive skills were far superior to those of the swordsmen. However, the two subordinates of the swordsman, both of whom were invulnerable to swordsmanship, were also demonstrating their proficiency, prolonging the battle.

Gwangsin eased Danwoo's worries.

"Fight to your heart's content. With me here, no one can join this fight."

Danwooseong's eyebrows shot skyward, raising his Baekjeonshipdan Gong's power to ten levels. Energy waves erupted from his entire body, and every hair on his body, as if ignited by the extreme yang energy, surged upward.

Of course, Danwoo Seong believed in fanaticism.

Gwangsin, feeling Danwoo's prayer, blurted out a word.

"good night."

As Danwoo-seong displayed his martial arts, the swordsmen were dragged around before they could even fully realize their intentions.

Kwaaaaang!

Danwoo Seong grabbed Chilgum's leg, which was flying away after being struck by his own fist, and pulled it back, then struck Chilgum's chin. He displayed a series of brilliant moves that made it seem as if his martial arts skills had reached the pinnacle.

Danwoo-seong continued to drag the Chilgeom while holding it and fought with the Gugeom.

Every time a sword flew, he blocked it with his Seven Swords body.

Kang! Chaeng! Taang!

Meanwhile, the body of the Seven Swords twisted and fell to the ground, causing chaos as they obstructed the path of the Nine Swords or the swords collided with the body.

The fanatic who was watching laughed out loud, his gloomy expression gone.

“Hahaha······ khahahahaha······!”

This gloomy man cheered for Danwoo Sung by clapping his bloody hands.

At one point, Danwoo-seong grabbed Chilgeom's right arm with his right hand and injected brain energy into it, and while twisting the wrist of Gugeom who was pushing forward, he injected brain energy into this side as well.

The swordsmen were unable to launch another counterattack. The brain energy surged through their bodies. Danwoo Seong, possessing a strong sense of fanaticism, intended to unleash his full arsenal of internal energy.

A loud wave of energy erupted from Danwoosung's entire body.

Pfft pfft pfft pfft!

The Seven Swords and Nine Swords resisted the thunder, their entire bodies trembling.

Gwangsin met Danwoosung's eyes.

“Burn them to death. The thing about swords being impervious to fire is to burn them to death.”

Danwoo's hands were stained with white brain energy. The screams of the Seven Swords and Nine Swords grew louder.

“Kkwaaaaak!”

As Chilgeom and Gugeom poured out all their strength to resist, Gwangsin glared at Danwooseong.

"If you want to burn me to death, you should be the first to be engulfed in brain energy. After all, your body is much stronger than those two. Why hesitate when I'm here?"

Danwoo Sung also glared at Gwangsin, consumed by a murderous desire. Gwangsin's words cut through like a dagger.

'Let me start with you being brainwashed.'

Danwoo Sung raised his power to become the very embodiment of the brain. Furthermore, his opponents were his enemies from his past life, the Twelve Demon Swords. The psychological root of his use of extreme internal energy was, in the first place, anger. As Danwoo Sung transformed his body into the brain, his upper body was torn apart by the brain energy and began to scatter.

The screams of the Twelve Swordsmen grew louder.

“Kkaaa …

The fanatic lifted his chin slightly as if listening to great music and enjoyed the scream.

“Ah… the scream, that’s great.”

The realm of the Baekjeonshipdan Gong Ten Dan was vast to begin with. The moment the entire area was filled with Danwoo Seong's brain energy, Danwoo Seong's eyes turned white. He had reached a point that could be called a great achievement.

Now, even the onlooker's body was being swept by a wave of brain energy. The fanatic didn't avoid his junior's frantic display of internal energy, but rather enjoyed the pain alongside him.

Nine Swords and Seven Swords rolled their eyes, foaming at the mouths as they fainted. However, they couldn't fall due to the thunderbolts Danwoosung was unleashing. Danwoosung was holding them back as they were being pushed back by the storm of thunderbolts.

Gwangsin narrowed his eyes and spoke to Danwoo Sung.

"Don't stop. Now that you've reached your limit, risk your life. In the end, only those who push the limits will become stronger and stronger. Tear apart the sword's invulnerability. You can tear it apart by burning it. The sword's invulnerability is merely skin, so burn everything else. Burn every drop of blood."

Danwoo Sung's face shook as if his own brain was shaking the surface of his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again, clenched his teeth, and exploded with the power of his brain.

In an instant, the fanatic took a defensive stance, sticking out his sword, and then slid backwards while blocking the wave of energy that Danwoosung had unleashed from all over his body.

He looked at Danwoo-seong and Geomma's subordinates as if he was curious about what had happened to Gwangshin.

While Danwoo Seong's expression, his eyes bathed in white electricity, was distorted into a truly menacing expression, those with bodies impervious to swords were being torn to pieces by the lightning.

A chill ran down the fanatic's spine.

Where in the world would you go to see a sight like this?

It was a sight even fanatics had never seen before.

Even to the fanatic's eyes, it seemed as if the god of thunder had descended upon this place.

The inside of the sword-invulnerable body was torn apart by tens, even millions, of vibrations and the surge of thunder, then splitting apart, then splitting apart again, then crushing each other again, then splitting apart again, until it was reduced to dust. The crimson blood seeping from between the bodies evaporated as soon as it was engulfed in the thunder.

The fanatic took a deep breath and let it out in a shaky exhale.

I felt relieved.

It was such a relief that I felt like the several possessions I had suffered were mentally relieved. It was even more joyful than killing someone with my own hands.

He was a welcome junior.

Danwoo-seong trembled all over his body, then knelt down to control his breathing, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

“Phew······.”

The fanatic sat down in silence, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes. He kept his eyes closed, clearing his mind of distracting thoughts as his junior began to control his energy.

The territory gradually expanded as if the fanatic spirit was taking over the entire area.

I was watching with my mind's eye to see if anyone was approaching.

As Danwoo-seong, who had been controlling his breathing, opened his eyes first, Gwangshin opened his mouth.

"Just do the Great Circulation. Think of it as stamping your feet again in the expanded area. After stamping your feet in various places, finish the Un-gi Breakfast."

Danwoo-seong, who perfectly understood the fanatic's words, sat cross-legged and began to eat breakfast at the scene of the massacre.

In that place filled with corpses, Danwoo Seong and Gwangshin sat cross-legged and spent the night.

Danwoo-seong had fallen into a state of trance, and only after two hours had passed did he finally open his eyes after finishing his morning ritual. It wasn't as if he had been caught up in the usual morning ritual, but rather, he felt as if he had returned from a long stroll through the realm of the god of war.

The fanatic opened his eyes and looked at his junior.

“Are you done?”

"yes."

Gwangsin uncrossed his legs and lay down, gazing at the night sky. Danwoosung also sat comfortably and looked around.

The fanatic asked after putting his arm around the pillow.

“Are you the disciple of the Kwon Wang who was said to have disappeared?”

“Yes.”

“You are better than the king.”

The fanatic asked while counting the stars in the night sky.

"Where is the King of Fists? Is he over there? Is he that star shining near my wife and children?"

Danwoo Seong also lay down like a fanatic and looked up at the night sky.

“No. They’re probably still fighting somewhere. Even where they’re dead.”

“Then I guess I’ll be able to meet you someday.”

"yes."

The fanatic said while looking at the night sky.

“You are now the King. Carry the weight of the nickname.”

“I will do that.”

“How is the magic moving?”

“They are scattered and stirring things up.”

“Like rats?”

"yes."

"I knew it. Since we lost the Battle of Orung, I expected you to act even more vilely."

The fanatic said, pointing to the night sky with his hand.

“That star shining alone in the pitch-black space next to the Seven Stars. Can you see it?”

"yes."

"I named it Cheonmasung (Heavenly Demon Star). It's my own star. I never thought there would be a man in the world who could withstand the attacks of the Three Gods, including myself. But the magic sword is possible. It's a martial art built on stealing from others. We, the Three Gods, didn't fight the Heavenly Demon, but the many weaklings of the world at once. Imagine how many weaklings must have been absorbed by the Heavenly Demon. My heart ached throughout the fight. The stronger the Heavenly Demon, the more sorrowful it became."

The fanatic stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky.

"Did all the dead become stars? I don't know. What joy could there be in simply shining in the night sky? I will not become a star."

Danwoo Sung's calm voice sounded like a cry.

Gwangsin said to Danwoo Seong.

"Look at me. I am the will of heaven. The me you remember from the Battle of Orung was disheveled, wearing dirty clothes, and unshaven. Now, for a day like this, I bathe and purify myself every day. My beard has been trimmed, I've prepared several sets of clothing, and even my hair has turned black. Who could possibly recognize me as a fanatic of the Battle of Orung?"

A long, fanatic laughter suddenly echoed through the quiet night sky.

“Hahahahahaha······.”

He was a man who lived in madness. He was a man who lived and endured while acknowledging his own madness.

The fanatic was crying while laughing.

So, the King met the fanatic.

<The King of Fist Meets the Fanatic 2> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung