Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 96

<The King of Fist Returns to Maeng>

As the Seopungpyoguk set off again, Danwooseong took the lead on horseback. With three days remaining until the Murim Alliance, nothing special happened. Except for Cheolmyeongho's constant swinging of the Bangcheonhwageuk at the rear, and his return from running errands for Gwangsin, the march was quiet.

On the horse, Danwoo-seong thinks of the enemies remaining in Baekdo······.

Suddenly, as if possessed by some kind of precognitive power, a thought occurred to me. If the West Wind Pyo-guk procession heading to the Murim Alliance remained safe, I had a premonition that something untoward would happen at the King's Association.

It didn't seem like the Mado would go to great lengths to target the Mo Yong-se or Seo Mun-se.

If you were to aim for it, there was no one else but the disciple of the Namgung family.

If that happens, will the disciple be able to handle it?

Danwoo Sung thought back to the Twelve Swordsmen and the two leaders he had fought with in his previous life, and tried to substitute himself for the disciple.

The apprenticeship was also doomed to failure.

Even if you can fight longer than the King, the result is the same.

In particular, unlike the sword master, the disciple was not the type to run away, so I had a feeling that he would have killed the sword master on the spot after cutting it.

While Dan Woo-seong was imagining and predicting these things, the disciple was already dead. The reason Dan Woo-seong could accurately predict the situation was because he understood his enemy and the personalities of the masters in the martial world.

And as long as the Three Gods held firm, I knew that these magicians would continue to move strategically.

In fact, what Madou did was a mean and difficult fight for Baekdo.

Although the Emperor and the Doge were worried, from Danwoo Seong's perspective, he was in a situation where he could neither advise nor warn them.

Danwoo-seong was silent for a long time······.

The fanatic inside the carriage asked.

“Agenda, what are you thinking so intently about?”

Danwoo Seong replied.

“Seeing the leisurely pace, I suddenly thought of my senior disciple.”

The fanatic said.

"Even in the Battle of Orung, we couldn't save everyone. It would be better if the blades were pointed at us, but judging by the silence, it seems they were aimed at the Imperial Council, as you intended. It can't be helped."

"yes."

Danwoo Seong suddenly looked at Cheolmyeongho, who was following him while swinging his Bangcheonhwageuk at the very end of the parade, and quietly asked Gwangshin.

“At that time, how strong was the Sun and Moon Heavenly Demon that all the three senior gods came forward to fight him?”

After a moment of silence, the fanatic answered.

"It wasn't because the three of them wanted to fight alone. Jeonghong, Geomje, Doje, Baekryongmunju, Seomun Gaju, and Murong Gaju were too weak to join the fight. That's how I felt. Baek Mujin was so strong that I thought he might have been resurrected."

The fanatic added an explanation.

"The Magical Arts have their own unique indicator of power. You could call it a hierarchy. We line up our Magical Masters and display their strength. That must have been the case when the Sun and Moon Heavenly Demons appeared. They appeared because they believed they could go out into the world of martial arts and create a magical world. That's based on their hierarchy. This time, it's the same. There's no telling when they'll make their first appearance."

Danwoo Seong also felt a bit suffocated.

Then Gwangsin spoke to Danwoo Seong in a soothing tone.

"If you fight the magic, you can't save everyone. It all depends on who wins in the end, so don't be impatient. Just remember this. You just need to get stronger. There's the Martial Arts Alliance, the King's Association, and the veterans who participated in the Orung War are still alive."

Danwoo Seong replied while looking ahead.

"All right."

The fanatic said.

"If I go to the martial arts alliance, I'll have to give the leader a hard time. How can you call yourself the leader of the martial arts alliance when your intelligence organization is this shabby?"

Dan Woo-seong smiled in vain at the words that he would punish the leader of the Yoo Jeong-hong clan. It was only possible for a fanatic to say such a thing.

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“No, what is going on?”

The middle-aged man spoke with a startled air. While countless others waited with cold expressions, he stood alone. He had an unattractive, unattractive appearance and a gaunt physique, but he was significantly taller than the others. His wrinkles were so prominent that it was hard to tell whether he was smiling or angry.

The middle-aged man, who had no dignity at all, spoke with a hint of excitement. He was the head of Manmagung Palace, a man who deserved the respect of all the demons.

The Manmagungju looked at the Sword Horse and the Heavenly Horse who had visited the Manmagung Palace for the first time in a long time.

The black horse was wearing a blindfold, and the heavenly horse was looking around with a leisurely expression, just like before.

Cheonma said to Manma Palace Lady, who was like a father to him.

“······The Sword Demon’s eyes were struck by the disciple. He lost all of his subordinates, but fortunately, the disciple was killed.”

Manma Palace Princess opened her mouth wide as she struck Taesa Yi with her hand.

“Ah, well done. Great job! You did it bravely. The disciple of Baekdo… That's right.”

Cheonma said.

"I think I'll have to teach the Heavenly Sword Master a magical skill that can replace his eyes. Please forgive the recent inconveniences by killing his disciple."

Manma Palace responded as if it wasn't difficult.

"Don't worry about that. And even in Baekdo, there are masters who often use the Mind's Eye. I'll search every inch of Manmaseo-ok to find a magical technique comparable to the Mind's Eye and tell the great masters to teach it to you. Don't worry."

The Princess Manma yelled at the Princess So who was petting the white cat.

“Little Princess!”

The princess replied with a trembling expression.

"yes."

"You guide them yourself. They are distinguished guests. Since they have come to visit us, you must ensure they are treated with the utmost respect."

The princess replied.

“Understood. You two lords, please come with me.”

When the princess extended her hand as if to personally guide them, Cheonma supported the sword horse and followed the princess.

As the Heavenly Horse and the Sword Horse disappeared, the Manmagungju sat down in her seat again, and the heads of the Magic Clans who were waiting on her left and right spoke one by one.

“Why do you accept those crazy guys?”

“Just kill them all here. I’m afraid of the consequences.”

A young man replied.

“Why kill me for nothing? Just give me some Mandok-hwan. I won’t be able to act recklessly from now on.”

The clansmen's complaints were rife. The swords and the heavenly demons had been acting unchecked by the Manmagung Palace, acting as they pleased. When each clan leader spoke up, the Manmagung Palace Lord smiled and waved his hand.

“Everyone, please stop being so mean. Where will those poor souls go if I don’t take them in?”

“Why are you so generous? Haven’t you personally witnessed the tyranny of the previous Sun, Moon, and Heavenly Demon?”

A man in his thirties wearing a blood-red robe continued speaking.

"Do you think the descendant of the Sun, Moon, and Heavenly Demon would be subservient to others? No matter how well you treat him, he'll become independent and run wild like his father. If he summons the Three Gods again, he'll be torn to pieces. Isn't that right, Your Majesty?"

The Princess Manma replied with an awkward smile.

"Would you, the descendant of the Blood God, be subordinate to others? Manmagung is not an organization superior to you. We are only in a position to help you whenever you face difficulties. Please don't be so harsh. What if Manmagung makes enemies of the Demon Lords? I understand the feelings of the lords, but I cannot do that. Let's think positively. Still, isn't it pitiful that you came back? Manmagung is the last bastion. I am more than happy to fulfill that role."

As the Manmagungju laughed again, the heads of the Magic Clan sighed.

No matter how you looked at it, he was just the successor to the Manmagung Palace, completely devoid of any dignity. The Manmagung Lord said.

“Don’t worry. Just rest.”

As the heads of households turned away with displeased expressions, the Manmagungju spoke to the remaining subordinates of the Manmagung.

“You too, step back.”

"yes."

As the Manmagungju waited for a moment, Cheonma, who had returned after taking the sword horse to the Manmagung Palace doctor, entered the palace hall alone.

The two people glared at each other and then smiled.

Cheonma asked.

“How have you been, father-in-law?”

“Well, I got by somehow.”

The Manma Palace Master's prayer and atmosphere were completely different. As Cheonma toured the palace, which he had visited for the first time in a long time, the Manma Palace Master asked in a tone completely different from his previous words.

“You managed to bring him back alive. Why didn’t you kill him?”

“Why do you say things like ‘kill me the moment you see me’, Father?”

The Princess Manmago asked.

“If I just absorb the sword, will I be able to deal with the three gods?”

Cheonma replied.

“It will be difficult.”

"Why? You killed the disciple, didn't you? If it weren't for you, wouldn't the swordsman have absorbed him?"

“The disciple noticed and committed suicide.”

The Princess Manma asked indifferently.

"So, you've returned to Manmagung? To pick a fight with the lords and absorb a few of them? Or would you rather give up my life?"

Cheonma replied.

"Why do you keep saying things you don't mean? Father, be honest. It's okay to be honest in front of me."

Cheonma suddenly climbed the stairs and approached the Manma Princess who was sitting alone in the Grand Palace.

Cheonma asked, looking around Manma Palace Lady's face.

"Father, I still don't feel the prayer. Are you hiding your skills? Or are you far superior to me? Or is it that there are still so many magicians in Manmaseo-ok that I don't know about?"

How can this be a conversation between a stepfather and an adopted son?

It was no different from a conversation between enemies.

The Princess Manma said with a sly smile.

“Well, don’t just stand there and be scared. Go down.”

Cheonma glared at Manma Palace and then went down the stairs again.

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The leader of the Murim Alliance, Yu Jeong-hong, lost his composure and shouted at the messenger while reading the letter brought by the King's Council messenger.

“What were the rest of the idiots doing while the disciple was like this?”

The messenger replied in a crawling voice.

“I have nothing to say.”

Yoo Jeong-hong looked at the messenger. This wasn't something to be angry about at someone below him. Yoo Jeong-hong sighed.

"No, Master, why didn't you run away and fight back? You're not even the best in the world. What about the funeral?"

"We're paying the price, but the head of the Namgung Tae family has declined to offer condolences to the leader or the Murim Alliance. He said this isn't an emotional rejection, but rather a request out of concern for the leader's safety, given the emergence of the Demon Lord. Furthermore, should the Demon Lord appear in the future, whether it's an all-out war or a small-scale operation, the Imperial Council will actively cooperate."

Yoo Jeong-hong responded briefly.

"Understood. Tell them to hold the funeral properly and to take good care of their defenses. The Martial Arts Alliance will make special arrangements for the disciple's honor."

The messenger bowed his head.

"thank you."

After the messenger left, Yu Jeong-hong was left alone, thinking of his disciple. For decades, he felt a sense of uneasiness at the thought of a man with whom he had been on bad terms for so long being the first to change his status.

As Yoo Jeong-hong gazed blankly at the view of the Murim Alliance spread out outside the window, his subordinate reported.

"This Confucius from the Milky Way and a person claiming to be the leader's senior have arrived together. May I invite you?"

Yoo Jeong-hong tilted his head and replied.

“Bring it.”

As Yoo Jeong-hong turned, Dan Woo-seong and Gwang-sin entered the leader's office. Dan Woo-seong bowed, and Gwang-sin smiled and spoke.

“Hey, leader.”

Only after hearing the voice did Yoo Jeong-hong respond.

“Senior, what brings you here? Please have a seat.”

Gwangsin asked, seeing that a shadow had fallen over Yoo Jeonghong's face despite the look of joy on his face.

“What’s going on? A messenger is coming and going in a hurry.”

After the three people sat down, Yoo Jeong-hong spoke.

"The disciple was attacked. Five swordsmen, each wearing black martial arts attire and wielding a black sword, were killed. Some were wounded by the disciple and apparently fled. However, the letter stated that the disciple also likely took his own life."

Gwangsin nodded and then looked at Danwooseong. They had talked about the disciple on the way here, but hearing the news about him as soon as he arrived at the Murim Alliance was absurd.

Danwoo Seong said.

"With five black swords, they would all have been impervious to swords. He likely took his own life after discovering that the demonic side possessed a martial art capable of absorbing internal energy."

Yu Jeong-hong and Gwang-shin nodded at Dan Woo-seong's words.

<The King of Fist Returns to Maeng> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung