Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 85

< King of Fists, the world is wide and there are many crazy people >

Dan Woo-seong and Gwang-sin hiccuped and hiccuped, sprawled out in the cave. Ordinary men would have died from drunkenness. But the two men were fighting off the effects of the alcohol. Dan Woo-seong, still sobbing, asked,

“Senior, how many drinks have you had?”

The fanatic responded by lying down like a dog.

"I've had five drinks. I think that's it for me. What about you?"

Danwoo Sung responded with a burst of laughter.

“Hahahahahahaha… I drank six glasses. I won.”

The fanatic chuckled as he lay down on the floor.

"You idiot, consider yourself the winner. It's good to win, you idiot. I wonder how you managed to drink it when you were so full."

It was truly no ordinary drink.

Both Danwoo Sung and Gwangshin were intoxicated. Suddenly, Danwoo Sung looked up at the stalactites in the ceiling and chuckled.

“Senior, is this just alcohol?”

There was silence, and then Gwangshin burst into laughter.

"Hahahahahahaha… That could be true. If that's true, it'd be hilarious. No. It's just like when I drank Gongcheong Oil when I was young. I almost died back then, but things are much better now. Let's get ready."

The fanatic got up again, sat cross-legged, waved his hands like a drunkard, and recited a poem.

"Life is like a grand dream, so why should I live it so arduously? This is why I'm drunk all day long. I'll sing a song, waiting for the bright moon, and when this song ends, I'll forget all my past feelings."

Danwoo-seong looked at Gwangshin.

“······.”

It was a song that didn't quite fit with the fanatic's personality. Danwoo Sung asked.

“Whose song is that?”

“This is a poem by Li Bai called ‘Chunilchwigi-eonji (Spring Day Drunken Thoughts)’.”

Gwangsin had just extracted the beginning and end of Chunilchuigiyeonji and sang it however he wanted. As expected, Gwangsin chuckled as he spoke.

“The poetry of those who live comfortably in the world is always like this.”

Danwoo-seong nodded.

“Yes, it is not a song of fanaticism.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

The fanatic pointed to Danwooseong with his finger and turned the poem of Lee Taebaek upside down.

“How can you forget?”

The drunks nodded as if they were having a conversation.

“How could I forget?”

The fanatic said with a smile.

“I don’t forget.”

“I won’t forget either.”

"Life in this world is like a grand dream, so I'll make it even more difficult. I'll wait for the moonless night, singing, and with my mouth shut, I'll remember the old days over and over again. This fanaticism has never been forgotten."

Suddenly, Gwangsin and Danwoosung locked eyes and smiled broadly. Gwangsin's heart was in sync with Danwoosung's.

The fanatic took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to eat breakfast while still drunk.

“Let’s begin. From now on, this opportunity is mine.”

Danwoo Seong also took a deep breath.

“It’s also mine.”

Danwoo-seong looked around, then quenched his thirst with a drop of clear water from the ceiling. He couldn't be sure when the rush of luck would end.

He felt that if it weren't for Gwangsin and himself, he would have died here drinking natural liquor. The two of them had created an incredible story.

After Danwoo-seong settled down in a wide space, he looked at Gwangshin before closing his eyes.

As soon as Gwangsin began his un-gi-jo-sik, three rings of energy emerged distinctly from above his head. He was witnessing the external appearance of Samhwa-chwijeong (三花聚頂), which means three flowers blooming together from the crown of the head. Since Samhwa-chwijeong was revealed as soon as he began his un-gi-jo-sik, it was likely that Ogi-jo-won (五氣朝元) would appear by the time the un-gi-jo-sik ended.

Since it was not a situation where one could just watch, Danwoo Seong also started eating breakfast right away.

My physical condition was very difficult.

Beginning the Great Circulation and channeling the natural energy of the liquor into his internal energy was going smoothly. However, despite the limited space, his true energy was still flowing. Since the elixir's energy was overflowing, after completing the Great Circulation, Danwoo Seong forcibly consumed the energy using the martial arts techniques he had learned in his past life.

Black ball bullet hole.

He repeated the Hosingong method he had taught the Ssangbo brothers several times, exhausting his energy, and then converted the massive amount of energy back into the Ihwasingong method, repeating it dozens of times. At that moment, Dan Woo-seong realized that the Juhwa Possession was just a step away and switched to the Baekjeonshipdan Gong method. He couldn't perceive the passage of time. His entire body was drenched in sweat, and then, as if undergoing a complete transformation, waste products poured out from his body. Dan Woo-seong felt dizzy and only then realized the seriousness of the situation. He used Bunsimgong to objectify himself, then split into three copies of himself.

Each of them was obsessed with the Black Ball Strike, the Baekjeon Sipdan Strike, and the Ihwa Shingong.

Is this what split self is like?

If you can't handle this, you're in trouble.

Supervising the three clones was the most stern of the individuals, the entity known as Danwoosung. Despite this, the energy of the natural liquor still flowed through him.

It was one of three things: my body would explode, I would vomit blood, or my mind would be devastated.

Danwoo Seong had no choice but to cross-reference the secret techniques of Heukgubantangong, Baekjeonsipdangong, and Ihwasingong, decide on the order, decide what to add and what to subtract, and then begin the work of compiling them into a single martial art.

Even in the midst of all this, Danwoo Seong's mind was incredibly calm.

First, I decided on the name of the martial art that would combine the three martial arts into one.

Oryo Shingong (Enlightenment of the Divine Power).

"Oryo" (悟了) means to become fully enlightened. Before completing the Oryo Shingong, Danwoo Seong first bestowed upon himself a spiritual gift. In a state of trance, he fantasized about mastering martial arts, conquering the demonic realm, defeating the Three Gods, and ultimately entering the Musin Guesthouse, defeating Jin Sohan and Baek Mujin.

Danwoo Seong, who sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, the corners of his mouth slightly quirked. Then, the characters of the mind law began to disintegrate as if splitting apart, then to be reorganized by the martial arts of the King of Fist.

The Black Ball Strike was a self-defense technique that focused on hardening specific parts of the body like steel. Dan Woo-seong designed it to be able to defend against thunder energies by combining it with Baekjeonshipdan Gong. He then used Bunsim Gong to completely erase the arrangement of spreading empty air and thunder energies on the left and right, and combined them into a single martial art. By rearranging the order of energy operation and continuously refining the inner method of Oryo Shingong, the foundation was completed, as if he had been initiated into Oryo Shingong. Complete enlightenment meant there was no distinction between foundation and great essence. Therefore, Dan Woo-seong clearly established the theory while simultaneously practicing the Great Circulation of Heaven.

Three days passed by in an instant, like a single gust of wind.

On the third day, Danwoo Seong quietly opened his eyes after eliminating the mind demons that had been wandering around the virtual realm like a wanderer.

“Phew······.”

As soon as he opened his eyes, his vision seemed to have improved, as if everything was coming into focus in ever-more-detailed detail. Then, to Danwoo's astonishing degree, his hearing sharpened, as if he had acquired spatial perception through various sounds, and events occurring in unseen places were being instilled in his mind.

Then, suddenly, Dan Woo-seong met the eyes of a strange man who was looking at him. Dan Woo-seong asked, his expression bewildered.

“Senior?”

The fanatic replied with a big smile.

“Are you awake?”

Danwoo-seong asked, examining Gwangshin's face closely.

“What happened?”

The fanatic responded by touching his face.

“What happened?”

“You’ve gotten younger. I’d believe you if you said you were my older brother.”

The fanatic's appearance wasn't that of a man in his fifties, but rather that of a man in his late thirties or early forties, a state of youthful rejuvenation. Unless one possessed a keen eye, few could have guessed his true age.

The fanatic burst into laughter.

“Hahahaha······.”

Even his voice seemed more lively than before.

The fanatic explained.

"I was brimming with energy, but there was no way to expend it. Trying to dissipate it with my existing martial arts or mind techniques proved difficult. Ultimately, I recalled the art of transformation I'd learned in my youth, and altered the face I saw in the mirror. I tried to make it look as youthful as possible."

Danwoo-seong seemed to have poured most of his energy into creating the Oryo Shingong, and Gwangshin seemed to have poured most of his energy into creating the Banro Hwandong.

The fanatic said.

"It's a shame, but there's nothing you can do about the old. They're so full of energy that they're just doing this. Have you made any progress?"

Danwoo Seong replied.

“I have compiled the martial arts I have learned.”

He said it as if fanaticism was a novelty.

“That must have been really difficult······.”

“I believed that if I fell into the state of obsession with money, my senior would help me.”

The fanatic said, blinking his eyes.

"Hey, junior. I just opened my eyes. I was just about to feel my joints, and you opened your eyes almost at the same time. I don't even know how much time has passed."

The two men broke their lotus position, stood up, and gazed intently into the stalactite cave. It could be said to be a simple matter of taking elixirs and building up their inner strength, but the process was truly arduous. They had been on the brink of death several times over the past three days. Therefore, they couldn't carelessly consume the remaining natural liquor.

He spoke as if fanaticism were foolish.

"Those who are destined to touch it will either drink it or die after drinking it. We're alive, so that's enough. Let's go."

“Go.”

As we exited the cave, the fanatic spoke.

"When you have a disciple later, come visit me. That disciple should be of the same level as you when they meet me."

Danwoo Seong answered quietly.

“Yes, I understand.”

The youngest, Lee Jin-eon, and Cheol Myeong-ho, could have died immediately from the elixir they consumed. While Baekyak might have been a suitable candidate, Baekyak possessed a level of extreme yin martial arts that required the use of elixirs like Mannyeonseolsam, so it wasn't something she could immediately recommend.

Suddenly, Danwoo-seong, who had come to the edge of the cliff, raised his head and looked out at the nameless paradise. He had come to the nameless paradise because of Kwangshin. He couldn't help but feel that fate ultimately begins with human connections.

As Gwangsin looked down at the cliff again, Danwoo-seong called out to his senior.

“Senior······.”

The fanatic waved his hand.

"Don't do anything like bowing again. It's unlucky. Aren't we far from being polite?"

Danwoo Seong, who was about to bow, hesitated for a moment and then stood up again and answered.

"All right."

Suddenly, Gwangsin looked at the world spread out below the cliff and said.

"If I go out into the world of martial arts, there's no need to call me a fanatic anymore. The demons are wary. I don't want them to be wary. And don't call me 'senpai.' You've grown stronger, so calling me 'senpai' will give you a certain amount of prestige. I don't even want that. To the demons, I want to seem like a normal villager. A sloppy guy who'd kill anyone if they bothered him."

Danwoo Seong listened to Gwangshin's words and then responded as if nothing had happened.

“Yes, brother.”

Danwoo Sung wasn't your average crazy man. Gwangshin tilted his head, then nodded a few times, seemingly helpless.

"Brother… You are indeed my brother. Even Yoo Jeong-hong couldn't call me 'brother,' but you finally did. You're a remarkable guy."

“You are too kind.”

"They say the world is vast and there are many crazy people, so live long and see for yourself. I hope you live long too. Mad King, let's go down."

The god of madmen and the king of madmen jumped off the cliff at the same time.

< The King of Fists, the world is wide and there are many crazy people > End

ⓒ Eugene Sung