Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 93

<Cheonma, I won't kill the child>

Namgung Sega.

There's a saying that when the Sword Emperor Namgung Woo falls asleep, the entire Namgung family falls silent, as everything revolves around him. He's known for being overbearing, stubborn, and self-righteous, but when it comes to his abilities, no one can underestimate him.

Among the emperors, Doje is considered to be the man with the roughest personality. He was also the man who demanded that the leader of the martial arts world be handed over, and then had a fight with the leader of the martial arts world, Yu Jeong-hong.

As a white-haired old man, his entire family was also his disciples.

But today, even that apprenticeship felt new.

Today was the day he officially stepped down from his position as head of the clan, and also Namgung Woo's seventy-fifth birthday. Naturally, most of the elite members of the Imperial Council were there to commend him for his hard work and celebrate his birthday, the crowds filling the hall. Some heads of the clans came in person, while others sent their second-in-command as representatives. Excluding the Hwa clan, to which Hwa Eun-wol belonged, the entire Imperial Council was present.

Even if Hwa Eun-wol knew that it was the disciple's birthday and that he was not attached to the Hwa family, he was the type of man who would send several of his subordinates with gifts.

The crowd continued to pour in until the afternoon.

Because of this, we couldn't really tell who was who.

There were also many gift-sending people. The line of visitors, including those indebted to the Namgung family, such as the Sangdan, Pyo-guk, Jeonjang, and Cheolbang, continued. It was difficult for the family members to individually check and return each gift.

Moreover, since there were many experts from the Imperial Council, the atmosphere was not particularly tense.

Namgung Shin, the great-grandson of Namgung Woo, weaved his way through the crowd. He was just three years old, barely learning to walk. Every time he did, his apprentice Namgung Woo frowned from the seat of honor.

“God, hold on. Isn’t that rude to the guests?”

“Yes, Father.”

Namgung Woo, as usual, was about to nag, but he shut his mouth the moment he saw his son's expression. He was the eldest son, now heir to the Namgung family's position. He was the head of the Namgung family, and he couldn't berate him in front of everyone.

Since it was considered improper for the head of the household to step forward and seize the child, the responsibility for capturing Namgung Shin fell to the doge's grandson, Namgung Wi. Namgung Wi was the later leader of the Namgung family, who had been defeated by Dan Woo-seong at the Yongbongdaeyeon.

Namgung Wi nodded, got up, and approached his nephew Namgung Shin.

“Oh my god.”

At the same time, a man wearing a purple robe lifted Namgung Shin up and laughed.

“Oh my, Shin-ah. You’ve grown so much.”

Namgungwi approached the man, looking at him.

“Haha, give it to me. If you hold it like that, it’ll keep begging you to hold it until the end.”

"All right."

The man wearing the purple robe was none other than Cheonma (Heavenly Demon).

How did he get here? He's wearing a mask, but even if he showed up with his real face, no man here would recognize him.

As Cheonma looked at Namgung Shin and tried to comfort and soothe him, he quickly burst into laughter.

Cheonma, with a gentle smile, looked at Namgung Wi while holding Namgung Shin.

Namgungwi held out his hand.

“God, come here.”

Cheonma said as he held out Namgungshin.

“Let’s go to my uncle now.”

The moment Namgung-wi reached out his hand to receive his nephew, Cheonma poured out his strength into Namgung-wi's chest…

Phew!

With that resilience, Cheonma escaped from the main hall, creating a gust of wind while holding Namgung Shin in his arms.

Cheonma burst into laughter.

“Hahahaha······.”

Ominously, with each smile, the distance between them grew farther and farther apart. This was proof of his exceptional lightness.

Namgung-wi, who was hit in the chest with a bullet, staggered and spat out blood······.

Master Namgung Woo, his eldest son Namgung Tae, and the masters of the Imperial Council rushed out at a rapid pace, chasing the man in the purple robe.

Even though I was surprised, I was still dumbfounded.

How could he come in alone, strike Namgungwi with his sword, and kidnap his great-grandson? And on the day of the Master's birthday, at that.

The Heavenly Horse's lightness was so fast that those who lacked lightness skills began to fall behind in an instant.

As the half-moon passed, the only men left closely chasing Cheonma were Namgung Woo, Namgung Tae, Murong So, and Seomuncheon. The rest formed a double line and pursued him, but the distance between them grew wider and wider.

Apprentice Namgung Woo said.

“Taeya.”

"yes."

"You go back and fortify Sega. It could be a trap. And I can't guarantee Shin's life or death."

Namgung Tae calmed his mind and followed his father's orders.

"All right."

Namgung Woo spoke briefly.

“You are the head of the household. Deal with it strictly.”

Namgung Woo, Mo Yong-so, and Seo Moon-cheon ran after him at full speed. While chasing, Namgung Woo poured out his inner strength and spoke.

“Look, I don’t think you would have planned something like this just to kill my great-grandson.”

The Heavenly Horse, which had been running while holding Namgung Shin in its arms, stopped its light attack. In an instant, Namgung Woo, Murong So, and Seomuncheon surrounded the Heavenly Horse and drew their weapons.

Swords, fan and sword were placed in the hands of the warriors.

Cheonma looked at Namgung Shin in his arms and then soothed and comforted him again.

“You seem surprised. Oh, but I see you’re not crying, so I guess that’s typical of your disciple’s bloodline.”

Cheonma smiled and looked at those who had chased him.

“Your Majesty, the second son of the Murong family, Grand Duke Seomun, hello.”

Mo Yong-so said.

“What are you doing with a baby, you piece of trash?”

Cheonma replied with a smirk.

“I haven’t done what you’re worried about yet.”

Seomuncheon said, fluttering his fan.

"How filthy. I know it's magic even without hearing the answer."

Cheonma spoke while holding Namgung Shin in his arms.

“After the Battle of Wuling, the Taoist Emperor annihilated the Zhongtian Wei family in an attempt to quell the remnants. He also destroyed the Hwasomun clan, which had not participated in the Battle of Wuling. He also annihilated the Daehang Merchants Group for providing financial support to the Demonic Clan, and transferred all their accumulated wealth to the Imperial Council. Consider this your punishment for your actions. Dao, it is because of you that even Yu Jeonghong dislikes you. Am I wrong?”

The disciple spoke in a confident tone.

"Who said no? If you have a grudge against me, just call me. Are you even a human, kidnapping a three-year-old? Even animals don't do that."

Cheonma shook his head.

“You’re talking nonsense. When were we ever treated like animals?”

The Heavenly Horse soared into the air, changed direction, released its tension into the air, and then widened its distance again.

The three men moved, unable to launch any attacks due to Namgung Shin. The disciple, who had been running for a while, spoke to his juniors, Murong So and Seomuncheon.

“Hey, juniors.”

“Yes, sir.”

"It's my fault. Don't interfere and just go away. This is an obvious trap."

Mo Yong-so said.

"How can I turn away after seeing something like this? I must go, even if it means dying together."

Seomuncheon said.

“Don’t worry about us.”

When the juniors did not back down, the disciple, whose temper grew more agitated, shouted.

"Madoya, isn't it me you want? Even if you put down the god, I will follow you, so stop with your nonsense."

The horse soared into the air, climbed up a tree, looked around, and spoke.

“My bloodline is terrifying. You idiot.”

The high-ranking officials who had been forming a line were completely shaken off.

Cheonma looked at Namgung Shin and said.

"That's right. The only person I want is one disciple. Mo Yong-so and Seo Moon-cheon, let them retreat. I'll spare you today."

Mo Yong-so replied.

"Stop talking nonsense. Just call out your subordinates. If you just send the baby to Namgung Sega, the three of us will take care of them, whether it's ten or a hundred."

Cheonma looked down at Mo Yong-so.

“Ah, Mo Yong-so. I like it.”

Mo Yong-so gritted his teeth. It was chilling to see a man he'd never met before recognize not only him but even Seomuncheon, who rarely ventured into the martial arts world.

Cheonma jumped down again and spoke to Mo Yongso.

“You come here and take Shini.”

As Murong So was about to step forward, Seomuncheon caught him.

“Brother Mo Yong, I will go.”

Seomuncheon asked as he approached Cheonma.

"What do you want? Is it really just one disciple? If the child dies, the entire Seomun family will step up."

“I don’t care whether the West Gate or not comes out.”

Seomuncheon knew that Namgungwi had been attacked while trying to deliver the child.

As Cheonma handed Namgung Shin over, he looked at Seomuncheon. Seomuncheon, startled, checked the child's life or death. Then, in an instant, he stepped back seven chapters and looked around, still holding the child in his arms.

“God is okay.”

The disciple said to Seomuncheon.

“Seomun junior, go back.”

Seomuncheon replied.

“Okay. Please take care of it······.”

As Seomuncheon began to run towards Namgung Sega while holding Namgung Shin, the disciple said to Murong So.

"Soya, you should go back too. It's a one-on-one fight anyway. What this guy wants is me. There's no place for you to interfere."

“I don’t like it.”

When Murong So refused, the disciple looked at Murong So.

"Junior, I beg you. We've lost Murong Chu, and if you fall too, I will be committing a sin against the Murong clan."

Murong So looked at the apprentice with a shocked expression. This wasn't the apprentice he knew. Wasn't the apprentice himself a domineering, old, old fart? He was a senior in the martial arts world, but he didn't respect him.

The disciple said.

“Seomuncheon might be ambushed on his way, so go and help him. Go.”

Mo Yong-so replied.

“Okay, I’ll go, sir.”

The disciple was alone, and Cheonma said.

“Let’s go to a slightly wider place.”

“Take the lead.”

Cheonma tilted his head and looked at him.

"Hey, apprentice. Do I look like a fool to you? Do you think you can hide your true feelings? Try running away."

The disciple laughed heartily.

“In all the years I’ve lived in the martial arts world and earned the title of disciple, I’ve never once run away.”

At this moment, a strange man's voice was heard.

"You're doing well. You've never run away. You're truly a great disciple."

The sword demon appeared and blocked the disciple's retreat. His face, appearing after a long absence, had grown even darker.

Next, five men who could be said to be the highest ranking of the Twelve Swords appeared, each holding a magic sword.

The disciple spoke while holding the sword.

“Only seven? That’s quite some confidence.”

Cheonma and Geomma laughed at the disciple's curious remark.

Cheonma said.

“It seems like they are holding out and waiting for the Emperor’s Council.”

The swordsman nodded.

"The Imperial Council can't come. Our troops are blocking us in the middle. Doje, either you die or we're all annihilated. Let's die, today."

After the swordsman drew his sword, he turned his wrist.

The disciple said.

"Thank you. You're willing to go to hell with this old man. Don't be greedy. Just go to hell with me halfway. Now that I see you're the King of Fists, Murong Chu…"

As the disciple spoke, five demon swordsmen launched an attack, spraying sword energy. As the disciple began swinging his sword, the sword demons joined in. Unlike other times, the heavenly demon, his robe fluttering, leaped forward, his entire body covered in demonic energy.

Although the six swordsmen who could not be stabbed passed, the disciple was a master who could not be watched by even the Heavenly Demon.

As the disciple straightened his sword and unleashed a wave of energy, the blade was tinged with a whitish qi. Then, as he sprayed the sword energy… In an instant, five demon swordsmen raised their swords to block the blow, then all at once repelled it with a metallic clang.

However, even as the Black Horse and the Heavenly Horse each used their swords and tension to dispel the sword energy, they did not retreat even a few steps.

The disciple's face was distorted.

“It is enough to have lived for the sake of destroying demons. Sins will take you to hell, so I have no regrets.”

The five demon swordsmen who had been repelled by the master's sharp declaration rose again, their swords and bodies seemingly intact, despite having blocked his own crossing.

As the swordsman injected his energy, a black haze enveloped his sword.

“Is that guy mine?”

It was a question to Cheonma. He was asking if he was the one absorbing the disciple. Cheonma answered.

“It’s yours. But I guess you and I just have to do our best.”

As the two hands of the Heavenly Horse turned blue and red respectively, the disciple smiled with joy even in the midst of this.

“You are the descendant of the Sun, Moon, and Heavenly Demon. I am deeply sorry that I yielded to the Three Gods.”

Cheonma also responded with a smile.

“You wouldn’t have been qualified to be there.”

As the disciple soared into the air and unleashed his Emperor's Three-Shot Sword, a massive blade slashed down fiercely like an axe on the top of the Heavenly Horse's head. The Heavenly Horse clashed its swords, blocking the disciple's Il-Dae-Dae-Dae, and the area around the Heavenly Horse collapsed into a circular depression as it sank.

Next, the five demon swordsmen launched a simultaneous charge, akin to a sword-body-to-body attack. It was a crude method, showcasing their impenetrable bodies. However, the speed and precision of the lightness of the attack allowed it to send five massive, unbreakable boulders flying in a continuous stream.

<Cheonma, I won't kill the child> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung