Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 181

Episode 181

Meet the man more fearsome than the king and gentleman.

A sea of people.

This was the case around the Murim Alliance as the Chuseok holiday approached. This was because several events were overlapping.

The new leader would officially appear in public, and numerous seniors and juniors from the martial arts world would gather to offer their blessings for the leader and the future of the martial arts alliance.

But what the martial artists were really curious about was not that.

The new martial arts leader's military power was the most curious.

Fortunately, the Murim Alliance co-hosted the Yongbong Festival, which offered the opportunity to discover new talent and had no entry restrictions. Previously, the festival had been reserved for those with the highest rankings, but the festival, held before Chuseok, was open to anyone.

Most experts are unable to accurately assess their own skills.

Because of this, there were many masters who came to the martial arts league to defeat the young martial arts leader.

Among them was the blood sacrifice of the Blood God Palace.

“Anyone can participate in the Yongbongdaeyeon, but due to the recent surge in guests, we are limiting the number of participants to one.”

The Blood Emperor, who had led a large number of the Blood God Palace's elite masters, waved his hand to his subordinates as if he had no choice but to listen to the words of the Murim Alliance members.

“Get a place to stay and wait. I’ll go with my brother.”

The blood priest looked back as he entered the martial arts alliance with the blood horse.

Of course, the non-Christian forces were also leading the way, but their position was being blocked for the same reason.

As the blood sacrifice smiled, the non-heavenly lord glared at him with a blank expression.

The two entered the Murim Alliance and had to write down their names, sects, and other details in a cumbersome manner.

Of course, the names Blood God Palace and Bicheon cannot be used.

Blood God Palace wrote down the sect name and pseudonym, Jeokcheonmun (赤天門), and Bicheon wrote down Cheonmumun (天武門). Naturally, these were names of sects that the members of the martial arts alliance had never heard of before.

'There are so many sects I've never heard of coming.'

A middle-aged member who was briefly looking through the list suddenly pointed to the blood sacrifice and the non-heavenly spirit and said this.

“You two should go separately and draw the dragon face.”

The bloodsucker opened his eyes wide.

“Damage?”

It means that I will draw the portrait in Kang Ho-sik style.

The middle-aged member replied.

"The Commander-in-Chief has ordered us to secure the Yongmo Pagi if any of the masters of sects not reported to the Alliance are participating. If you refuse, you may simply leave the Murim Alliance. We are simply following orders, so even if you feel uncomfortable, we cannot help you."

It was the order of General Hwa Eun-wol.

The intention was to find out information about the strange director hidden in Gangho through this competition.

The blood sacrificer laughed as if he was amazed.

The non-Christian disguised as a man responded first as if it were not difficult.

“Okay.”

The non-Cheonju moved as if he wanted to draw his own portrait first, then looked at the blood sacrifice and snickered.

There was nothing the blood system could do.

“Okay.”

Anyway, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable since my face was sold to the Murim Alliance.

Entering the separate barracks for the Blood Sacrifice and the Non-Buddhist, I was startled. Already, about a dozen people were sitting side by side. The members drawing pictures were observing the participants' faces, drawing their facial expressions.

“Come this way.”

The bloodsucker swallowed his curses inwardly.

'Anyway, those crazy Baekdo kids… they do all sorts of useless things.'

When the non-Cheonju sat down in front of the young member, the member asked again about his identity.

“Please tell me your affiliation and name.”

The non-Christian replied.

“Cheonmumun, Cheonmumun master Jin Sa-yeong.”

At this moment, the barracks door opened and someone came in, and the members all looked at each other with tense expressions.

Even the non-Cheonju and the blood priest could only look at the young man who suddenly appeared.

Because the man was wearing a floral long robe.

Of course, it was Hwa Eun-wol, the commander-in-chief of the Murim Alliance.

Originally, when the general appeared, everyone would stand up, but when Hwa Eun-wol was working, she gave strict orders not to bother paying respects even when the leader or general appeared, so everyone began to draw with awkward and tense expressions.

Hwa Eun-wol walked around looking at the drawings drawn by the members and the faces of the participants, then shook her head.

Not all of the members were good at drawing Yongmo-pagi.

Even Hwa Eun-wol was dumbfounded by the fact that some of the members were drawing in a mess. Hwa Eun-wol said to one of the members:

“You should focus on drawing features rather than drawing in detail.”

“Oh, I understand.”

It was only then that Hwa Eun-wol discovered Bicheonju sitting in front of Maengwon.

'uh?'

He was quite surprised inside, but his expression remained calm. He looked at Hwa Eun-wol, who was wandering around in her floral robe.

'Why are you dressed like that? Are you crazy?'

Hwa Eun-wol folded her fan and tapped Maeng-won on the shoulder.

“Move over.”

The young man stood up in surprise.

“I obey your orders!”

Hwa Eun-wol took off her long robe, sat down on a chair, and looked at the blank paper.

'Jin Sa-yeong of Cheonmu-mun… Cheonmu-mun? That's the first time I've heard of this sect.'

Bicheonju, with nothing to say, simply gazed at Hwaeunwol's face. He was young, yet he seemed to hold a high position in the Murim Alliance. Furthermore, he wasn't even wearing the usual attire for the Alliance members, instead wearing a flowered robe, looking half-mad, which only made his position seem even more lofty.

Hwa Eun-wol said, pointing at Bicheonju with her brush.

"Let's begin. You look good now. Hmm, your expression is very cold. Don't smile, just maintain that cold expression."

The non-Christian swallowed his curse.

'What are you talking about, you crazy bastard?'

Hwa Eun-wol muttered.

“Okay, let’s draw quickly.”

Hwa Eun-wol looked at the face of the Heavenly Lord and began to draw a dragon's face on a blank piece of paper.

Hwa Eun-wol's gaze occasionally lingered on Bicheonju's eyes, nose, mouth, and facial features.

The eyes of the men watching from behind grew wide. The general's drawing skills were truly outstanding.

While Hwa Eun-wol was drawing Bicheonju's face, she suddenly stopped her brush for a moment and looked intently at Bicheonju's chest.

Of course, because it was bandaged, my chest didn't stick out.

However, the non-Cheonju couldn't help but feel confused when the man in the flower-patterned robe blatantly looked at her chest.

The non-Christian asked.

“What, what are you doing?”

Hwaeunwol looked into Bicheonju's eyes and replied.

“What are you doing? I don’t draw.”

“But why are your eyes······.”

Hwa Eun-wol tilted her head and asked.

"What kind of gaze? What kind of gaze? Is there a problem?"

Bicheonju turned his head slightly, avoiding Hwaeunwol's gaze. Hwaeunwol snorted and looked at Bicheonju.

'These guys are making a fool of the Murim Alliance.'

Hwa Eun-wol asked with a calm expression after finishing the Yongmo-pagi.

“Do you like it?”

Hwaeunwol showed the Yongmo Pagi to Bicheonju.

When the non-Cheonju looked at him, his own face was drawn so beautifully that it seemed to be full of life.

But it wasn't a depiction of a man, it was a blatant depiction of a woman's appearance.

Hwaeunwol got up and looked down at Bicheonju and said.

"This event is not gender-segregated anyway. Therefore, it's your choice to dress as a man. Your skills seem exceptional, so I look forward to seeing you. Master Jin Sa-yeong of the Cheonmu sect, I hope to see you again at the main event."

Hwaeunwol got up and spoke to the watching members.

“Good work, everyone.”

In this place, a man who could be called a senior member spoke alone.

“Please take a look, General.”

Only then did Bicheonju look at Hwaeunwol's back with a surprised expression.

'General military?'

When I thought of the Murim Alliance, I thought all kinds of stubborn veterans of the Baekdo clan would occupy a spot, but the atmosphere and uniforms of the military leaders completely shattered my expectations.

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Hwa Eun-wol, who came out of the barracks, thought while fluttering her fan.

'This is really······.'

There were a lot of great experts gathered everywhere.

Hwa Eun-wol is a descendant of Sal-su who was with Jin So-han.

In other words, he was more knowledgeable about killing than any of the masters of the martial arts world.

It was also Hwa Eun-wol's hobby to wander around and show her face, looking for any possible victims.

Jin Sa-yeong of Cheonmumun was a beauty who could not hide her beauty even when she dressed as a man, and she was a master whose presence was felt because she hid her skills so perfectly.

I thought that if I reached the Hwasanpa's swordsmanship, it would be a turning point. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a competition to determine the best in the world, rather than a competition to determine the best dragon and phoenix.

That's why the list of the top ten martial arts masters was going to change starting from this event.

Hwa Eun-wol, who had not witnessed the decisive battle that took place at Guhwasan, could not help but feel worried about Dan Woo-seong.

For a moment, Hwaeunwol stood there blankly, watching the members busily moving around, then opened her eyes wide.

“Miss Baek······?”

Hwa Eun-wol had witnessed the old Yongbong Daeyeon, so she naturally knew about Baekyak. And since she had heard about their subsequent relationship through Danwoo Seong, she knew they were descendants of Baek Mu-jin.

As soon as Baekyak discovered Hwaeunwol, he approached her with a strange middle-aged man.

Hwa Eun-wol sent away the members who had come with her as if she would guide them herself.

“I will guide you.”

"yes."

When Hwa Eun-wol looked at the unfamiliar man, it was difficult to not recognize that he was Baek-yak's father and daughter. He was a tall, handsome man.

Hwa Eun-wol spoke first, taking the lottery ticket.

“Your Majesty······. My name is Hwaeunwol.”

The middle-aged man said in return.

“I registered as a member of the Baekgeommun (White Sword Gate), not as a princess.”

Hwa Eun-wol nodded.

“Okay. Then, will you also be participating, Your Majesty?”

“Only my daughter will participate.”

“Miss Baek?”

Hwa Eun-wol looked at Baekyak in surprise.

"My boyfriend is the leader, so why did they fight?"

In any case, since she was a woman with a very high possibility of becoming the leader's wife, Hwa Eun-wol spoke politely to the two of them.

“I will personally guide you to the leader. Let’s go.”

Suddenly, Hwa Eun-wol, who was leading the way, smiled brightly.

The thought of the martial arts leader being flustered struck me as somewhat amusing. Even the most powerful martial arts leader in the world would undoubtedly be flustered by the sight of a prospective master.

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“Your Majesty, I have brought Miss Baek.”

“Come in.”

After the door to the main room opened, Hwa Eun-wol, Baek Yak, and the father-in-law in question entered.

Danwoo Sung got up from his seat and was startled when he saw the middle-aged man next to Baekyak.

'Father-in-law?'

He was not just a simple craftsman, but a prospective craftsman, a level higher in difficulty.

Hwa Eun-wol confirmed that an earthquake was occurring in the pupils of the young martial arts leader, and then she raised her fist towards the crowd.

"Then, feel free to talk. I will be leaving."

Danwoo-seong gazed longingly at Hwaeunwol, who was drifting away. He sent her a look that suggested they would be together, but Hwaeunwol blinked and left the room.

Danwoo Seong said, pointing to where the guests were sitting.

“Oh, please sit down.”

The craftsman replied while taking the lottery ticket.

“Before we sit down, let me formally greet you. Your Majesty, my name is Baek Yi-gyeol.”

When Baek Yi-gyeol insisted on introducing himself formally, Dan Woo-seong responded with an awkwardness he had never shown in his entire life.

“Oh, yes. My name is Lee Jin-eon. Please speak comfortably.”

Baek Yi-gyeol said with a smile.

“How could I dare do that to the leader of the martial arts world?”

Baekyak, who had been watching, let out a short sigh and grabbed Baek Yigyeol's arm.

“······Stop it.”

Baek Yi-gyeol looked at Baek Yak and replied.

“Shall we? Let’s sit down. Then.”

The three sat around a table, staring at each other. A suffocating silence passed for a moment.

In the end, Danwoo Seong spoke first.

“Thank you for coming such a long way. I should have gone, but things turned out this way······.”

Baek Yi-gyeol, who had been looking Dan Woo-seong up and down, replied with a sly smile.

"It's okay. Thanks to my daughter, I've been able to achieve something I never thought I'd achieve. I've had a lot of thoughts on my way here. My daughter said she'd participate in this tournament. It's a tournament to choose who will challenge you, right?"

“Yes.”

“If you are defeated by another master, I will take Yak-i and return to the North Sea.”

Baekyak, standing next to him, shook his head slightly at Danwooseong, as if to disbelieve him. From the looks of it, the craftsman possessed a stern expression, a penchant for pranks. Danwooseong, with Baekyak's help, politely responded.

“I will make sure that I win everything.”

“What if my daughter takes on the challenge?”

When Baek Yi-gyeol asked as if he was curious, Dan Woo-seong finally answered in a way befitting a king.

“Yes, no matter who challenges, the result will be the same.”

Baek Yi-gyeol thought that if the man her daughter liked was going to be this kind of person, he should have this level of disposition. She hadn't come to see the leader of the martial arts world, but simply a prospective son-in-law, so she wasn't interested in the martial arts world or its leader in the first place.

What could Baek Mu-jin's descendants be afraid of?

Baek Yi-gyeol nodded and stood up.

"We'll move with the regular participants. You're the leader, so your work will be important. I'll be leaving now."

Danwoo Sung said as he stood up together.

“I will see you off.”

Baek Yi-gyeol raised his hand.

"The leader is accepting ordinary participants? That's not right. Let's see."

Suddenly, Danwoo-seong smiled. Baek I-gyeol's words and actions were so refreshing that it felt like his heart was being blown open.

"All right."

Baek Yi-gyeol said to Baek Yak.

"let's go."

"yes."

Baekyak glared at his father's back, then furtively reached out to Danwooseong. It felt wronged to leave without even being able to hold his hand after so long. Baekyak then reached out and turned Baekyak forward.

“What are you doing to the leader? You’re a grown man.”

Only after Baek Yi-gyeol and Baek Yak disappeared did Dan Woo-seong, who was left alone in the main room, take a deep breath.

It felt strange.

Because I never dreamed that there would be a man more frightening than the Magical Gentleman in the world.