Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 95

< The King of Power, Speaking of the Ranks >

When the disciple launched one more useless attack, the first and last.

The swordsman, who did not miss the opportunity, stabbed the disciple in the abdomen with his sword.

At the same time, the disciple injected the blood type formula into the index and middle fingers of his left hand and stabbed the swordsman in both of his eyes.

Phew!

As the apprentice's fingers burned the swordsman's eyes, they stuck…

“Kwaaaaak!”

The swordsman tilted his head back, pulled his fingers out, and screamed while covering his eyes with both hands, even dropping the sword.

Pitch-black darkness was descending upon the world.

As soon as Cheonma witnessed the sudden change, he covered his mouth with one hand.

I held back my laughter for a moment.

Then, looking at the Usagi waiting in the darkness, he raised his shoulders slightly. It was a reaction that he hadn't expected.

As soon as the disciple pulled out the sword embedded in his abdomen, he decapitated the charging sword and sent it flying. They exchanged swords, thrusting them into each other's bodies.

Phew!

Phew!

It was the moment when the disciple finally slaughtered all five swordsmen.

When the disciple knelt down and spat out crimson blood from his mouth, the Heavenly Demon clapped his hands in admiration.

"Your reputation is truly well-deserved. Your Majesty, I am deeply impressed. I offer my respects."

The disciple knelt down and smiled, then looked up at the heavenly horse.

“Did you receive the gift?”

Cheonma nodded.

“Thank you. Thank you for your hard work.”

The disciple looked at Cheonma with a pitiful expression and said.

“I’ll give you one more.”

"no!"

The Heavenly Horse's expression contorted, and he swiftly approached the disciple. In that instant, the disciple raised his sword, which had been resting on the ground, and stabbed himself in the dantian, killing him instantly.

“Huh······ This crazy old man. If this happens······.”

Cheonma was clutching the dead disciple's hair.

Cheonma looked at the disciple's face, who had lost his breath, with an angry expression, and then snickered.

"Wow, old man, you're truly amazing. Excellent. Excellent. This must also be the Baekdo. May you attain Buddhahood."

The disciple took his own life after realizing that the demons had mastered a magic that absorbed internal energy. Even the Heavenly Demon could not have imagined that the disciple would take his own life in this manner.

“Anyway, Baekdo is no slouch either. Isn’t that right, Usa?”

Usagi, wrapped in black bandages with magic marks all over his body, finally emerged from the darkness and responded very briefly.

“Yes.”

I thought it was a trick, but it turned out he was really waiting.

Cheonma spoke to Geomma, who was sitting with a despairing look on his face as if he had lost everything in the world, having lost both his eyes.

“Friend, the damage is severe. You lost all your men.”

The swordsman sighed as if he had given up.

"I should have killed you long ago. It was my fault. Kill me quickly."

Cheonma said, clicking his tongue.

“What the hell are you talking about, you punk.”

Cheonma walked over, picked up the magic sword from the ground, and approached Geomma. Then, he placed the sword on Geomma's lap, then knelt on one knee and spoke.

“Why should I kill you?”

“Kill me, you crazy bastard.”

“You are my only friend in the world.”

“I never thought of you as a friend in the first place.”

"Then, from now on, you should change your thinking. Do you think I'm going to kick you out for being blind? Take up your sword again and stand up."

The swordsman spoke as if he were really tired.

"You crazy bastard. Please just kill me. Don't play with people."

The swordsman knew very well that he would not be able to escape the clutches of the Heavenly Demon while still blind.

Cheonma comforted Geomma with a pitiful expression.

"Hey, Cheongeomryunju, you buddy. Don't embarrass yourself like this in front of your subordinates. I'll help you up, so get up."

Cheonma supported Geomma and raised him up.

When Cheonma's hand touched his body, he felt goosebumps run down his spine. Perhaps this moment, when they were together, was his only chance. However, given his usual disposition, Cheonma was already prepared.

Cheonma continued to speak as if trying to reassure him.

"Let's get out of here for now. It was a huge mistake on my part. I didn't expect you to be there. You're a tired old man, aren't you? Let's go. Usagi, you go and withdraw the troops. We'll move first."

"All right."

He pushed Cheonma away as if he was afraid of the black horse, and then spoke.

“I can walk alone.”

Cheonma said.

"You crazy bastard, how can you walk alone when you're blind? You'd better get on my back. Come on, get on my back. If what happened earlier is so upsetting, strangle me to death. Get on my back. Just get on my back. Let's get out of here. We'd rather kill each other than die at the hands of Baekdo, right?"

When the Heavenly Horse approached and tapped him as if to offer him a ride, the Black Horse trembled all over. He felt as if he was being constantly tested. Countless suspicions flashed through his mind, wondering if he had been toyed with since childhood.

The swordsman said.

“Don’t do it. I’ll strangle you to death and then I’ll die too.”

Cheonma answered while carrying Geomma.

“Do as you wish. Let’s get out of here first.”

Cheonma truly performed a lightness feat while carrying Geomma on his back. Geomma wanted to kill Cheonma by snapping his neck, but he thought that if Cheonma died, he would lose both his eyes, and a truly bleak world would unfold before him.

The swordsman asked, blood flowing from both eyes.

"You planned it all. The missing Twelve Magic Swords were also yours to kill. Tell me the truth."

Cheonma responded while displaying lightness.

"How could I possibly have orchestrated all this? I risked my life alone, entered the Namgung family, summoned the disciple, and then had you cut out your eyes? Does that make any sense? I don't even know what happened to the missing Twelve Demon Swords. We both underestimated the disciple's power. And was it just the Twelve Demon Swords? The one I recruited as the Left Commander also seems to be dead. Still, I didn't suspect you. Did you kill them?"

“No way.”

"How could we have planned something like this? It's a case of immorality, and this happened because I was trying to act smart. And I couldn't help you earlier because I was afraid of you. We've always been afraid of each other. That's what brought things to this point. If I had decided to kill you, I would have joined forces with Woosa earlier. Are you willing to lose your subordinates and even your friends? Or are you willing to crumble like this after barely losing your eyesight? Weren't there only a few blind swordsmen in the martial world? Come to your senses. I'll figure out a solution."

"What method? I'm blind, what method is there?"

"Let's go to the Manmagung Palace. I'll ask them to find some magic that can replace the eyes and teach it to you. There must be some at the Manmagung Palace. Isn't that where the ten thousand demons, who are not treated like humans like us, gather? I'll even pluck out the demon's eyes and give them to you. Are you still alive? I'll figure out a way."

“First, get treatment.”

"Good. Let's start with treatment. After you've recovered, go to Manmagung and I'll take care of everything."

The swordsman made no reply. It was impossible to tell whether the stream flowing from his eyes was blood or tears.

Cheonma spoke to Geomma, who was keeping his mouth tightly shut, as he increased his speed again.

“I will be your eyes. Don’t worry.”

At this moment, the swordsman's heart turned pitch black.

'I just want to kill them all.'

When the sword horse remained silent, the heavenly horse laughed silently and performed a lightness technique. The two old friends galloped along the night road for a long time.

Meanwhile, the mind of the blind swordsman was burning black like darkness, unable to see anything.

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When Cheonma and Geomma were discussing who they thought were friends.

Danwoo-seong was also on night watch alone with Cheolmyungho for the first time in a long while. There wasn't much to do. All they could do was light a bonfire around the carriage parked near the inn, gaze at the flames, and then gaze into the night sky. Since Baekyak's subordinates weren't Danwoo-seong's, they'd volunteered to do this with Cheolmyungho. This also contrasted with Cheonma, who had absorbed Geomma's subordinates.

Cheol Myeong-ho said.

“I need to get some more firewood.”

Danwoo Seong replied.

“Bring it.”

Cheol Myeong-ho lowered his voice and replied.

“I brought it twice earlier. And this gun too, sir.”

The King sighed and went to fetch firewood. As he did so, Danwoo-seong chuckled. Even if he became the greatest in the world, Cheolmyeong-ho would still curse him to his face.

Of course, if it were the other way around, that wouldn't happen, but even if Cheol Myeong-ho were to become the best in the world, he would still be cursed at by Dan Woo-seong every day.

As Danwoo-seong threw dry firewood into the bonfire, Cheolmyeong-ho spoke.

“Are all the martial artists crazy?”

“Why all of a sudden.”

"No, our Master is cool, but he doesn't seem to be in his right mind. Miss Baek, what should I say? She's so cheerful. She was eating so deliciously while you were fighting outside. Of course, she thought you'd win, but it's amazing how she even managed to swallow the food. Senior Sword Master is also unique."

"It's just the way he is. Not everyone is crazy. And you're no sane person either."

"That's true. But I recently realized that the reason I wasn't in my right mind was because I wanted to go out into the world of martial arts someday. It was fate, you could say."

“You idiot, you piece of shit.”

Cheol Myeong-ho asked.

"It seems like those guys called 'Madora' are appearing? That's why our Master returned to the martial world. And so did Senior Sword Master."

"They've already appeared. I've killed a few. Some of them couldn't even be stabbed with a spear or a sword."

Cheol Myeong-ho's eyes widened.

“The sword didn’t stick? How did you kill him?”

“I tore him to pieces.”

“Oh, like jerky?”

As Dan Woo-seong nodded, Cheol Myeong-ho took out some jerky from his bosom and threw it to Dan Woo-seong.

The two people chewed on the jerky for a while.

Cheol Myeong-ho said while chewing on jerky.

"Still, it's better than counting money in a casino. Right now. How do you think I rank in the martial arts world right now? I'm asking seriously. I won't take your word for it."

Danwoo Seong said this while counting his fingers while chewing on beef jerky.

"still······."

"hmm."

“Wouldn’t it be within ten thousand? Twenty thousand?”

"Don't you hear the barking of a dog in the wilderness? This is ridiculous. The Eight Dragons' Gate Master himself said he was among the top two hundred. I'm a close match with the Eight Dragons' Gate Master, so I'm probably in that league too. You're talking about 20,000 people. Where do you rank?"

Danwoo-seong chuckled at Cheolmyeong-ho's question.

Danwoo-seong suddenly looked at the guest room where Gwangsin was sleeping and replied.

“It seems like there aren’t many left now.”

“Don’t be so boastful.”

“It’s not a boast. It’s the truth.”

Even if you add up the Samsin, Ilseong, Maengju, Doje, and Geomje, it's only seven. Add in the two so-called strongest men in Heukdo, and the total is nine. Even if the newest outsider emerges, the total won't even exceed ten. However, since Danwoo-seong already had information about their strength from his past life, he predicted he'd rank somewhere in the middle of this group.

So it was true that there were only a few left.

The magic was completely excluded.

Because I planned to kill them all, regardless of whether they were strong or weak.

Cheol Myeong-ho got up, shook his butt, and performed a hori-chang technique in front of Dan Woo-seong.

As the wind moved, the wind also moved.

After finishing the hori spear technique, Cheol Myeong-ho asked Dan Woo-seong while holding the Bangcheonhwageuk.

“How is it? My skill.”

Danwoo Sung answered honestly.

“It’s sloppy.”

Suddenly, Cheol Myeong-ho looked at Dan Woo-seong and smiled. It was a strange smile. Cheol Myeong-ho brandished his Bangcheonhwageuk as if he were about to repeat the Hori-chang-sul.

"One day, I'll tell you this. Hey, friend. It seems like there aren't many opponents left in the martial arts world. You should be careful too."

Danwoo Seong sat down in a comfortable position and answered.

“Will that day ever come, you crazy bastard?”

Cheol Myeong-ho responded as if he had become a martial artist.

"It could happen. The gambling den's Dokjonghori has already mastered the Horichangsul. The Gachaban Grand Duke of the Galaxy's upper echelons has become this powerful, so why wouldn't I? My master is the senior of the Sword Master, so it wouldn't be surprising at all."

Cheol Myeong-ho said while swinging his Bangcheonhwageuk.

“Anyway, if that happens… it seems like it will be a great martial arts world.”

While Cheonma and Geomma were wandering in the pitch-black darkness, Danwoo-seong and Cheolmyeong-ho were spending a peaceful and ordinary night.

<The King of Power, Speaking of the Ranks> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung