Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 36

<The King of Fists, the Reason the Martial Arts Alliance Calls>

“What made you a public enemy?”

The guest responded to Danwoo Seong's unexpected question with a chuckle.

"Why would you ask such a thing? Between two men, knowing each other well. What you paid for, I did without paying. Right? You look like a rich nobleman, huh?"

When the prostitute snapped her fingers, a gust of wind came rushing in.

Whaaeng!

At the very moment when Danwoo-seong was dodging the wind, the shaman who had been thrown out of his place unleashed a gust of wind with his right hand, and with his left hand, he hurled a gust of wind aimed at Danwoo-seong's lower body.

Pubbubu!

The wind hit the floor.

Danwoo Seong had not been seen since the storm had already begun.

The shaman instinctively swung his right arm backward, and caught the dagger in his sleeve while spinning it out.

Wedge!

As Danwoo-seong pulled back, the shaman swung the dagger several times in a short period of time.

His movements were light and his attacks were consistently sinister.

The underworld preferred trickery, quick attacks, and rapid-fire offensive and defensive battles.

However, the secret weapon was the Han-eum-ji (寒陰指). All these attacks were the foundation for hitting the Han-eum-ji.

He was an experienced man.

The shaman, who had been attacking with a smile on his face like Danwoo-seong, unleashed the power of the Sakpungjangryeok (朔風掌力) with his left hand as soon as he rose into the air.

At the same time, he threw the dagger with his right hand, and made a series of fists with his index and middle fingers.

The wind force collides with an ordinary volume and disappears.

The flying dagger was deflected by the Ihwa Shingong of the left-handed leader, Danwoo Seong.

Suddenly, the shaman and Danwoo-seong appeared in close range and each extended a hand.

Haneumji and Baekjeonshipdan Gong.

Fingers and fists······.

It's an obvious picture of what will happen.

The shaman used his wits to perform a golden technique, and then grabbed Danwooseong's wrist with his hand that changed like a snake coiling around him.

Danwoo Seong, who had withdrawn his right hand, unleashed a torrent of thunderous attacks at the left-wing leader from close range. It was a natural response, for he had been able to see through every offensive and defensive battle.

As soon as the startled guest crossed his arms, a loud noise rang out in his ears.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

When the barbarian, who had lost consciousness for a split second, shook his head, the world seemed upside down. And smaller. He was floating in the sky.

In the meantime, Danwoo Seong appeared.

He watched himself, one hand resting on his eyebrow. He tried to straighten his posture, but his body wouldn't move as he wanted. He felt helpless, as if his internal energy had vanished. Barely able to twist his body, the innkeeper fell to the ground, hitting the ground with a thud.

“Ugh······.”

When the guest turned his head, the unidentified Confucian scholar had joined the martial arts league and was fighting the Taoists.

The intruder had failed to land on the ground, resulting in broken ankles on both feet. His knees were also out of order. He crawled and tried to escape.

I was so shocked that I couldn't even speak.

It was clearly a fight as usual, but the result was so disappointing.

This wasn't the first defeat for the intruder, but he was usually successful in escaping. As he crawled along the ground, a strangely strange roaring noise came from behind him.

'Why is there a thunderclap······.'

Then, an ominous "pajijik" sound was heard, and two swordsmen were screaming.

“Kkaaa …

The slut felt a chill run down his spine without him realizing it. He began to crawl on his elbows like a lizard.

To my absurdity, there was a cliff in front.

The intruder was so dumbfounded that he stared ahead for a moment. He knew the cliff was nearby, but having crawled all the way there, he had no idea he'd taken such a wrong turn.

From afar, a "wedge!" sound followed, followed by the sound of a head hitting the ground.

Thud! Thud!

The sound of footsteps continued, and then the voice of the man who had blown him away was heard.

“You’ve come quite far. You crawled all the way.”

The barbarian finally got up, looked at his broken legs, then looked at Danwoo-seong and said.

“I will turn myself in. I will go to the Murim Alliance and be punished.”

As Danwoo approached, the harlot shouted.

“I’ll turn myself in! Don’t touch me!”

Danwoo Seong, who had been approaching briskly, slapped the prostitute's cheek, then crouched down and made eye contact with the prostitute.

“You’re going to turn yourself in?”

The prostitute nodded.

"Yes. I will go and pay the price. Even if it means going to prison."

Danwoo asked as if he was curious.

“Why do you embroider?”

"That's how the case is closed. There are things I did and things I didn't do in the unsolved cases. And I have information on other public figures. Isn't it worth turning yourself in? Because of me, they might catch other public figures."

Danwoo Seong said while grabbing the guest's head.

“Since I am not a member of the Murim Alliance, you do not need to turn yourself in either.”

"no!"

As the brain power of the Baekjeonshipdan Gong poured out, the shaman screamed as he was about to utter the obvious words.

"fat······."

It was a truly shrill, unpleasant voice. Danwoo Sung, clutching her head, pulled with all his might, and the innkeeper's neck snapped with a snap.

Danwoo-seong stood up and kicked the corpse of the prostitute away. With a loud pop, the corpse flew towards the cliff, gradually shrinking.

Baek Han-gyeong, who had cut off Ilsoo Ssangdo's head from behind, approached and looked down at the bottom of the cliff.

"hmm······."

Danwoo Seong asked.

“If I had turned myself in, would I have been taken to the Murim Alliance?”

Baek Han-kyung shook his head.

"No. He's a guy who should have been dealt with immediately. Don't worry about it."

As Danwoo Sung linked arms with him, Baek Hankyung also put away his sword and linked arms with him without saying a word.

Baek Han-gyeong, who was silently observing the surrounding scenery from the top of the cliff, said this.

“I’m hungry. Let’s go eat.”

Danwoo Seong replied.

“Let’s do that.”

Baek Han-kyung also spoke with a sly smile for the first time.

“Let’s go eat at a slightly expensive restaurant today.”

The martial arts leader's speech was a bit long.

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The two sat by the window on this floor, a space here and there blocked by partitions. Baek Han-gyeong, who had ordered food, gazed at Dan Woo-seong blankly before asking.

“Your Highness.”

“Speak.”

“You seem to have a lot of experience.”

Danwoo Sung just answered honestly.

“I have a lot of experience.”

"Well, I guess the Grand Duke of the Upper Class hasn't experienced many fights like this. Honestly, I was quite surprised. Anyway, my curiosity has finally been satisfied."

“Because you had some questions.”

“The reason the Murim Alliance summoned the Grand Duke is because they literally need a witness.”

“I know.”

"Well, realistically, it was a bit different. There were no witnesses, but that's what happened to the head of the Goo Yang Sheng clan. Dragged to the Martial Arts Alliance, he's practically mute, refusing to open his mouth. The only information the King's Council provided was that the Grand Duke of the Sangdan clan single-handedly defeated the head of the Goo Yang Sheng clan. It's a troubling situation. How could an unknown grand duke of the Sangdan clan defeat the head of the Goo Yang Sheng clan? The King's Council couldn't offer a convincing answer to that question. That's why the summons was sent."

Danwoo-seong nodded.

“I understand.”

That was also the reason why Baek Han-kyung was silent.

But when Baek Han-gyeong saw it with his own eyes, the situation was clear. He was a strong man. The assailant who had killed the members of the alliance had died a violent death without even being able to put up a proper fight.

Danwoo Seong asked briefly.

“What do you think?”

Baek Han-kyung replied.

"The story of the Murong family and the Imperial Council is very fitting. You have the ability to do so."

Baek Han-gyeong was engaged in a fierce battle with the Ilsoo Ssangdo Taoists. With Dan Woo-seong joining in, the tense match was instantly over.

As the food arrived, the two began to fill their bellies.

Baek Han-kyung said while eating the soup.

"I'll add as much as I can about the Grand Duke's abilities that I witnessed on my way here. I know it might be a bit of a hassle."

It was a kind word.

Danwoo-seong nodded.

“There’s no need for that. If you need a weapon, I’ll think of it as experience.”

“Do you have any intention of joining the Imperial Society or the Martial Arts Alliance? You don’t have the skills to be in the top ranks.”

“Not yet.”

“Is it okay if I say something a little off-topic?”

“Let’s listen.”

Danwoo Sung looked at Baek Han-kyung as he ate. He wondered what she would say. Baek Han-kyung was a rather cool-headed man.

Baek Han-kyung said.

"Most skilled individuals tend to choose the Murim Alliance and the King's Association. The Murim Alliance doesn't pay much. Instead, they're provided with lodging, and they receive preferential treatment from local branches. The work is arduous, but the division of labor is well-organized, leaving ample time for training. The leader of the alliance often advises that students separate their sect from their position within the alliance. Therefore, the culture and discipline of seniority and juniority are more important than the master-student relationship. However, since the change, this seniority-junior culture has also changed. Now, it's become a strict rank-based, merit-based system. While it's true that the atmosphere within the Murim Alliance has become somewhat bleak recently, I consider it a positive change."

Danwoo-seong nodded. He thought it seemed like he wanted to invite him to the Murim Alliance.

Baek Han-kyung continued speaking.

"The Imperial Society offers easy work, and the pay is much higher than ours. They tend to try to recruit any warrior with even the slightest reputation, even if it means offering a bonus. However, it's a thoroughly factionalized organization. It's difficult for outsiders to rise through the ranks. Therefore, the positions are filled with warriors simply seeking a high salary. If a major battle breaks out, they'll scatter like autumn leaves."

Danwoo Sung suddenly remembered the Shin So-baek of the Guyang family and the head of the Murong family. He couldn't agree with Baek Han-gyeong's words.

Danwoo Seong replied.

“Not all of the Imperial Council will be like that. That’s too much of a stretch.”

Baek Han-kyung scratched the back of his head for a moment.

"hmm."

Baek Han-gyeong also seemed to think he had been too blatant in his praise of the Murim Alliance and his disparagement of the Imperial Society. Still, he insisted on speaking his mind.

"Anyway, once you go to the Murim Alliance, rumors about the Grand Duke will spread widely. There will be many attempts to invite you here and there. Please take note of my story when you do."

Danwoo Seong replied.

“I will take note of it.”

I had no immediate intention of joining the Alliance or becoming a member. However, I was interested in martial arts. It would have been pointless to come all this way and return without actually practicing martial arts.

Danwoo Sung suddenly felt someone's gaze and looked across the building. The nobles seated by the windows on this floor were all looking in his direction.

Danwoo Sung and Baek Hankyung also looked at each other blankly.

A man sighed and spoke as if to tell me to listen.

"It's not the martial arts alliance, it's the gossip alliance. They say we'll scatter like autumn leaves. You shouldn't belittle others like that gossip alliance. Falling leaves in the autumn wind… It's unbelievable."

The subordinates who heard the man's words responded.

“Yes, Lord Soga.”

The man raised his glass while looking at Baek Han-gyeong.

"Hey, Murim Alliance members. Let's have a drink together before the autumn leaves scatter. The person next to you should have a drink too. I salute your insight in calling a member a leap of faith."

Baek Han-kyung realized he had made a mistake, so he got up and took the ball facing the other side.

"This aunt, being careless with her words and actions, has made a mistake. Excuse me, but what is your name…? I apologize."

Then the man answered while roughly playing the lottery ticket while holding a glass of alcohol.

“Your surname is Chupung, a double surname, and your given name is Nakyak.”

As laughter erupted from the other side, Baek Han-kyung sat back down with a red face.

Danwoo Sung spoke as if encouraging his junior.

“I apologized, so don’t worry about it.”

Baek Han-kyung, whose feelings of self-reproach and anger were clashing inside him, nodded and responded.

“Okay.”

<The reason the King of Fists and the Martial Arts Alliance are calling> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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