Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 190

Episode 190

The leader, that's why I accepted it

“I came to apologize.”

Gwangma glared at Izaeon and barely suppressed his anger.

"let's go."

"yes."

The mad horse had also changed considerably. It wasn't the first blow. If it seemed likely he'd strike, he'd use it to strike his own cheek first.

slap!

When the madman slapped his cheek, Izaeon was startled and said.

“No, brother. Why are you suddenly hitting my cheek?”

The madman spoke as if it were no big deal.

"It's a habit. Whenever I get angry, I slap myself to calm down. You try it too."

“I’m not angry?”

“What a peaceful man.”

The madman, who had barely managed to control his mind, spoke calmly as if reciting a Buddhist scripture.

"If your eldest brother were just a grand duke of the galaxy, breaking someone's window wouldn't be a big deal. Even if things got worse, someone would come and pay compensation and apologize, and it would be over. But right now, he's the leader of the martial arts world."

"yes."

"There's no chance your identity will be revealed right away, but if this keeps happening and things get worse, who would dare protest to the Martial Arts Leader and question him? Your actions could tarnish his reputation. This is disloyalty."

“It is disloyalty.”

The madman's voice gradually grew louder.

“Are you acting like this because you don’t know the character of the Ambassador, or rather, the Leader? Do you know, or don’t you?”

“Oh, I know.”

“What will the leader do to you if he finds out?”

“You’ll be very angry.”

"You'll be angry. That temper… But I can't hit you like I used to. The leader is hitting his own younger brother. How ridiculous. I heard you said you'd only be the leader for five years before returning to your hometown. Only about two years left."

“Huh! Why?”

It was the first time I had heard of Lee Ja-eon.

The mad horse suddenly stopped walking and sighed. How on earth could I explain this?

Gwangma observed Izaeon's expression, and his eyes and expression were filled with genuine curiosity. His face was filled with a puzzled expression, wondering why the leader of the martial arts world would step down from such an honorable position.

Only then did Gwangma understand, even a little, Lee Ja-eon's identity.

'This guy really is the youngest.'

Before I knew it, the Honglu Inn was right in front of me.

“Let’s go in first.”

Since Guyangse had to look around for a while anyway, he took a seat by the window on the second floor of the Honglu Inn.

Perhaps because the sun had not set yet, the entire inn was empty.

Both Gwangma and Izaeon looked like they'd be up for a drink, so it wouldn't be appropriate for them to order food and tea and just sit there. Naturally, they had no choice but to order drinks and snacks.

Lee Ja-eon asked.

"Can't you be the leader of the martial arts world until you retire? That's strange. If I were you, I'd do it for the rest of my life."

"You may. As long as there's nothing special going on… After all, Leader Yoo Jeong-hong did the same. However, while you're the leader, you'll have to give up things like this."

The madman shook the glass in his hand toward Izaeon.

"It means giving up your ordinary life. Is that all? Even if your younger siblings, like the Left Master, cause trouble here and there, you can't just hit them because you're the leader. It'll just blow your mind. As the leader of the martial arts world, it's annoying that the heads of the sects and families are secretly trying to keep you in check. And when a major incident occurs, it's often assumed that the leader is incompetent. You have to be strong in martial arts and without blemishes. If rumors spread that the leader of the martial arts world is sick, the entire martial arts world will be in turmoil. Because of magic? No. Everyone will be rushing to be the next leader. It's a more responsible position than you think. Since the Left Master has his sights set on the martial arts world, I guess he wants to become the leader of the martial arts world someday. Is that right?"

Lee Ja-eon nodded.

“It would be good if you did it.”

The madman spoke as if he were giving advice to Izaeon.

“Yeah. Whether it’s ten years or twenty years from now, don’t do it.”

“······.”

"I lack the skills and character to do that. I think the world of martial arts will be ruined."

The madman who had been spewing out abusive language looked at Izaeon's expression.

At this point, Lee Ja-eon's face should have turned red, but her expression didn't change at all.

Instead, Lee Ja-eon looked at the mad horse and smiled.

"You don't like it? I can build my skills, and I'll also hone my character."

“When in the world did someone break someone else’s window and run away? Hahaha.”

Lee Ja-eon filled Gwangma's glass with the alcohol that Jeom So-i had brought.

"Brother Woosa, just wait and see. My older brother wasn't a great person from the beginning. He drank, fought, gambled, frequented pubs… He was even worse than me. That's why we fought often. But he came to his senses. He taught me that a dog doesn't always have to be a dog. That's why I like Gangho."

“Do you like Kangho?”

“Good. Doesn’t anyone still know who Lee Ja-eon is?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

"It's all about change. Who will appease the resentment of the wronged? Only the knights will listen. If the Sima Weidao faction becomes rampant and the number of people dying violently increases, who will stop it? The Martial Arts Alliance will step in. When the imperial family weakens and the northern barbarians come down on horseback, who will stop them? As expected, the Martial Arts Alliance did. What did the imperial family do when the Japanese pirates invaded from Zhejiang and Fujian? The alliance of the three clans, the Emperor's Association, stepped in. They say the northern barbarians won't come down to Shaanxi. Last year, when countless northern nomads came down on horseback, intending to pillage, who stopped them? The Hwasan faction, the Jongnam faction, the Taesan faction, and the Banwolhoe, not known to be on good terms, banded together and advanced all the way to the Shaanxi border. It's the Black and White factions uniting. Whether Black or White, aren't they also martial artists?"

The madman nodded.

“That’s true.”

Lee Ja-eon tapped her chest.

"Brother, if I don't become a martial artist, I'll have to stay home, poring over ledgers, checking inventory, studying business laws by the lamplight, and worrying every day about how to make more profit. It doesn't suit my personality, and my second oldest brother is better at this. There's no need for me to step up and do it. I'll travel the martial arts world to help my second oldest brother lead the merchants. That's how I'll ultimately become strong. You're the leader, but what does that have to do with me? You're your brother, and I'm me."

Lee Ja-eon took the ball and headed towards the direction of the Murim Alliance.

"The leader gave the order, so I'm simply following it. Brother, have another drink."

Lee Ja-eon poured alcohol into Gwangma's glass again.

The madman asked Izaeon, who did not drink alcohol.

"you?"

“I’m fine.”

Lee Ja-eon looked around and spoke with a confident expression.

“I will live in the world of martial arts and die in the world of martial arts. A word is worth a thousand words.”

After taking a sip of his drink, Gwangma looked at Izaeon blankly.

'This kid is a true gangster.'

It wasn't that he was just showing off, but he was so full of it that it left a slightly different impression and feeling than when I first saw him.

'Anyway, is this because he is of the same bloodline as the martial arts leader of the time?'

In another sense, it felt like I was looking at a slightly crazy person.

The madman asked cautiously.

“Does our youngest lieutenant have a nickname or nickname?”

Lee Ja-eon replied in a calm tone.

“This is Kang Ho-chung.”

"yes?"

"Yes. Kang Ho-chung, Lee Ja-eon. That's my nickname now. It will be my nickname for a while."

Suddenly, Lee Ja-eon snorted towards the vast world.

Because Lee Ja-eon's delusions were so entrenched, Gwangma unconsciously pictured Lee Ja-eon's rise through the ranks, then shook his head as if trying to come to his senses. That couldn't be happening.

Suddenly, I remembered the days I spent with Ambassador, Cheol Myeong-ho, and Gwang-sin.

At the time, I felt so bad and angry, but looking back, I realized those days were secretly fun. Especially since Gwangsin is also Gwangma's true master. After pondering Gwangsin's words, he began to see the world differently.

Thanks to various circumstances and connections, Kang Ho-chung and Lee Ja-eon were now looking at him with a cocky expression. It was even more surprising because, in the past, he would have already been beaten to death by her.

The madman asked.

“Does your Majesty know what my nickname is?”

Lee Ja-eon suddenly lowered her head and asked in a whisper.

"What's your nickname, hyung? I was curious anyway."

The madman narrowed his eyes and whispered in a deliberately gloomy tone.

“Mad, mad, devil.”

Izaeon's eyes grew wide.

Gwangma stared blankly at Izaeon's surprised expression. Frankly, he couldn't predict Izaeon's brain, so he couldn't dare to anticipate what kind of reaction he would get. Gwangma waited patiently for Izaeon to speak.

Lee Ja-eon whispered to Gwang-ma.

“Brother Gwangma, that’s a really cool nickname.”

“Awesome? Where? Why?”

“Why…? You’re a crazy devil. I’ll work hard to become a little crazy devil too.”

The madman blinked.

"hmm."

Only then, as people began to come up to the second floor of the inn, did Lee Ja-eon finally shut her mouth. But her hands wouldn't stop. She pointed at the mad horse, then at herself, and finally, tapping the table, she mouthed:

“Big and small madmen.”

As Izaeon smiled as if she liked him, the madman, who had been thinking of urinating or defecating for no reason, slapped his own cheek again.

I felt like I lost to Izaeon.

The madman spoke to Izaeon as if he was giving her a request.

“From now on, listen carefully.”

Lee Ja-eon responded by taking the lottery ticket.

“Loyalty.”

Gwangma sighed, his strength draining as he stared at the table. A sense of humiliation washed over him, as if he'd been defeated by the Lee brothers. He felt like he'd been outdone by the older brother in martial arts, and by the younger brother in pure madness.

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“I heard you had a hard time last year.”

This was what Danwoo-seong said to the middle-aged man he was talking to. The middle-aged man responded in a relaxed tone.

"What hardships… Before, the three seniors and you suffered even more. And so did Lord Yu Maengju. I'm sorry I couldn't help. Driving out the northern raiders was something we could have done at any time, but I spent so long shutting myself away, saying I was going to train. That's when I deeply regretted it."

Danwoo-seong nodded with a bright expression.

“It makes me feel so blessed to see you in such good health.”

The middle-aged man spoke in a calm tone.

“Master, I have a favor to ask.”

“Please speak.”

“The children of the clan may not understand, but I will tell you my intentions.”

Danwoo-seong nodded.

“I will listen.”

"I passed the Jangmun position before coming here. Among the younger disciples who visited with me, there will likely be a next Jangmun. I want to show them all. What a match is like, how a high-level secret combat flows… I simply want to leave it as a gift. This will be my last secret combat. I want the results to be known only to my disciples and the observers you've chosen. It's not because I fear the outcome. It's because the world doesn't need to know such things. Whether you or I lose doesn't matter. It's my wish that the current martial arts leader remains the best in the world."

Danwoo-seong nodded.

"I understand what you said clearly, senior. The outcome of the fight isn't important. It will be a valuable lesson for those watching. I will also limit the number of participants as much as possible. You can also choose the location, senior."

“I’ll leave that to the leader.”

"Then I'll decide. Please rest comfortably. I'll consult with the military and select a quiet location."

Middle-aged people and single-parent families arose at the same time.

Danwoo Seong took the lottery ticket first and saw off the middle-aged man.

“Senior, stay in peace.”

As the middle-aged man opened the door to the main room and went out, Hwa Eun-wol came in with a smile.

Hwa Eun-wol exhaled deeply as if she had been nervous.

“Indeed, he is a senior with a great sense of humor.”

Danwoo-seong nodded.

"I know."

Hwa Eun-wol asked.

“Is this a request for a military service?”

“Please help me choose a location. It’s a private meeting.”

“I will take a look.”

Suddenly, Hwa Eun-wol looked at Dan Woo-seong's expression and smiled.

“I will definitely attend.”

“As you wish.”

“It’s unofficial, but it’s like the best match in the world.”

“Wasn’t I originally the best in the world?”

Hwa Eun-wol nodded.

“You are the self-proclaimed leader.”

"however."

Hwa Eun-wol said with a smile.

"With the three seniors retiring first, you've officially become the World's Best Swordsman. You're also the second in line in our new Gangho Seolryeok (防記防). After all, you're a Sword Saint, aren't you?"

Danwoo-seong looked at Hwaeunwol.

"soldier."

"yes."

The leader smiled and then answered:

“It was because of that swordsman that he accepted the challenge.”