Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 13

<Kwon Wang, How to Take the Top>

"Your Highness, since when have you been interfering with the affairs of the upper class? This is outrageous."

Guyanghou, with his slender build, narrow eyes, and pale skin, didn't present a particularly appealing impression. However, the martial arts world wasn't a place where appearance or aura were the deciding factor; life and death depended solely on skill. Regardless, Guyanghou was a figure feared by the entire galaxy.

When Guyanghu deliberately sat down across from Danwoosung, Danwoosung struck first.

"Let's conclude the meeting here. Everyone, please leave. I have an interview with the leader of the escort group. Hwa-eon, report to your father first."

Danwoo Sung did not want those who did not know martial arts to get hurt in this place.

When Lee Hwa-eon rose with the executives, only the escort officers Han Yeop, Dan Woo-seong, and Guyang-hu remained in the general meeting.

Danwoo Seong asked.

“Your Majesty······.”

Hanyeop replied.

“I wish I were here.”

Guyanghu chuckled. He knew Hanyeop was staying behind out of concern for the Grand Duke, but he readily agreed.

“Stay here.”

But Danwoo Sung refused with strange words.

"Your Majesty, you have a heavy responsibility, so it would be best for you to leave. There may be some rats left within the company who could harm your ailing father…"

Hanyeop rose from his seat, his eyes wide. Only then did he realize what was more important. He nodded slightly, as if warning Danwoosung to be careful.

“Okay, then you two can talk.”

“Please don’t let anyone come near you until the story is over.”

“I will convey that.”

Guyanghou was even more astonished when the Grand Duke sent out Hanyeop, who was arguably the strongest master in the upper ranks, excluding himself.

'What kind of confidence does this guy have······.'

Guyanghu asked as if he was curious.

"Yes. Your Majesty, I'd like to hear why you want to dismiss me."

Danwoo Sung yawned heavily in front of Guyanghu as if he was sleep deprived.

Guyanghu was a fairly strong man, and Danwooseong was in the process of imprinting the martial arts he had learned in his past life into his new body.

But what does that mean?

The king is the king.

If my internal energy is lacking, I plan to fight with what I have.

Danwoo Seong, who was yawning, looked around and asked Guyanghu.

“Guardian.”

“Speak.”

“Is there anyone around right now?”

Since you are so skilled in martial arts, it was a request to check to see if anyone was eavesdropping. Guyanghou looked around and then back at Danwooseong.

“At least not around here.”

Danwoo Seong replied.

"Good. I have a theory. Please listen. It could be the delusion of a Galactic Grand Duke with little experience in the martial world, so I'd appreciate it if you could enlighten me on any flaws."

Guyanghu folded his arms and nodded as if to tell me to talk.

“I will listen.”

Danwoo Sung began his story by pointing at Guyanghu with his finger.

“It’s a methodology for outsiders to take the top spot.”

Guyanghu raised his eyes.

'This kid······.'

“It must have been fortunate that the official successor was Gaechaban.”

Danwoo Sung said, pointing at himself with his finger.

“Like me.”

Guyanghu nodded.

“I agree with that point.”

"The dog group has left for recovery on their own. For now, let's exclude them. In the meantime, I'll plant my followers here and there and instigate a fight between the second and third. If a sword fight breaks out, their feelings will be greatly hurt. Next, I'll gauge which of the two will be more obedient. Then, I'll offer to make one of them my disciple. He's a renowned swordsman, so the Confucians have no reason to refuse. Especially since their feelings are already hurt. At this point, external forces keep demanding money from the Sangdan. It's okay to accept the money, but it's okay not to. The Sangdan leader has fallen, and the pressure is enough."

Gu Yang-hu said.

“Hey, Archduke······.”

"Listen further. The escort leader's monthly salary isn't small, but according to my fellow escorts, he's a regular at the most expensive brothels. Where does he get his money? The more I think about it, I suspect he's not using his own money to pay for the brothels, but rather receiving favors and hospitality from outside merchants. As you know, our Galaxy Merchant Group doesn't compromise on quality. Even if they want to work with us, we can't push in subpar products. But what if the person who will become the successor's mentor subtly asks for a favor? The one who's feeling uneasy will be the first to ask for favors, buy them good drinks, and even appoint them a pretty gisaeng. As long as they can push in the products, it'll be a profitable business. Anyway, there are a lot of guys out there who lack business ethics. And if one day their disciple becomes the Merchant Group leader…?"

Danwoo Sung said, tapping the table.

"This is like eating the top raw. It'll have even greater influence than the top owner. I think this is a pretty sweet life."

Danwoo-seong shook his head and laughed.

Then Guyanghu also laughed.

“Hahahahaha!”

"however······."

Dan Woo-seong watched Guyang-hu burst into laughter, then took advantage of the opportunity to speak in a subdued tone.

“Gongsun Ming died to me.”

As if it were a lie, Guyanghu's laughter suddenly stopped.

Danwoo-seong smiled.

“Your fate has begun to change.”

After a hearty laugh, Guyanghou was about to dismiss the Grand Duke's story as the delusions of a lunatic. After a pause, Guyanghou, with a forced expression of composure, asked.

“Could you tell me why the innocent Gongsun Ming died? Your Highness.”

Danwoo Seong said.

“It’s not that I’m innocent. I harbored murderous intent.”

“The evidence is.”

Danwoo Seong glared at Guyanghu and replied.

“There is no evidence.”

Gu Yang-hu couldn't control his expression for the second time. He expected that he would say that he had some kind of evidence.

As Guyanghu looked at him speechless, Danwoosung asked.

"Why? Is it because the escort leader is the one who needs revenge? Did you know each other?"

Gu Yang-hu said in a cold tone.

“You are the Grand Duke of the Galaxy. Do you think you will be free from the grudges of the martial world?”

"I don't want to be free from grudges. I should repay any favors I receive, and I should repay any grudges I may have. That's the life I desire. By the way, my father's escort, the leader of the escort group who ignores me, goes out to Geumhwaru every night. Tsk tsk… If you want to eat big, you should work a little harder. You're not even Zhuge Liang."

It sounded like he was asking why a stupid guy would resort to such a trick.

Guyanghu's face grew redder as he climbed the stairs. It had been so long since he'd heard such blatant sarcasm that it was even more absurd.

Even though Dan Woo-seong was complaining like this, when Guyang-hu didn't attack him, he waved his hand roughly as if he was possessed by the Grand Duke of Gaecha-ban and said.

“If you understand, then get out of here. You’re fired.”

At that moment, Guyanghu, who seemed to have lost all sense of reason, shouted from where he was sitting.

At the same time, Danwoo-seong clenched his fist and responded with a thunder fist.

A loud noise occurred as the palm and fist collided.

Kwaaaaang!

At the same time, there was a loud crash, and the shockwave split the table where the two were sitting. They were thrown back from their seats and suddenly stood up. They braced their lower bodies to keep from falling awkwardly from their chairs, then stood up.

Guyanghu glared at the Grand Duke, clenching and unclenching his fist as if his right hand was tingling.

“Thunder?”

The feeling that clearly reached the wrist of my right hand was a brain ailment.

However, since the sect that deals with brain power is not the only one, it was impossible to determine the Grand Duke's sect's sect.

However, one thing was certain.

Brain power was a martial art practiced at least by "Sega" (世家) or "Myeongmunjeongpa" (名門正派). There was no other reason. To raise one's level, one needed both a renowned instructor and elixir. It wasn't a martial art that could be carelessly tampered with by a mediocre school.

When Goo Yang-hoo was about to fight, he spoke as if he had become calmer.

“Congratulations, Grand Duke. It seems you have entered a wonderful Buddhist order.”

Incongruous with his words of congratulations, he drew his sword with a slurping sound.

"But you dared to mock me and even killed the innocent Gongsun Ming, so you must pay for your crimes. I will accept your dismissal. However, I intend to cut off one of your arms before I leave. Consider your insignificant life a favor, even if only for a moment, for my service here."

Danwoo Seong replied.

“Oh my, thank you, you little shit.”

Gu Yang-hu said with a frown.

"Your Highness, be polite and bring your weapons. I wonder what you're doing to your junior."

He was a man steeped in the very nature of Baekdo. Even so, he observed and listened to the traditional "courtesy" of martial arts.

Danwoo Seong replied.

"There's no such thing as a weapon. I don't plan on using it for someone who was pushed out of Sega and crawled into the upper echelons to prepare for retirement."

While Dan Woo-seong was speaking, Guyang-hu thrust his sword in a stabbing motion from a considerable distance. A sharp sword wind, condensed with internal energy, poured out, and Dan Woo-seong dodged it with a nod.

The sword wind flew with a sound like the wind was screaming, hit the wall of the main hall, and shattered several decorations while dropping them.

Danwoo-seong said it as if it was a waste of decoration.

“I guess I’ll have to file a claim for damages.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Dan Woo-seong also raised his fist with his bare hands like Guyang-hu had done, and then twisted his fist in the air.

Wedge!

As the wind of the fist flew towards Guyanghou's face······.

Danwoo Seong moved with a Oryobo method that seemed to push the ground away, and after checking Guyanghu's response, he twisted his body with the Oryoshin method.

The sword passed.

Wedge!

Gu Yang-hu, having discovered an opening, raised his sword vertically again. At that moment, Dan Woo-seong's new form suddenly accelerated.

Transitional light.

Transfer simply means moving to another location, but since it is a martial art, it is naturally supported by a fast 'speed'.

As Guyanghou's sword chased after Danwooseong, Danwooseong, who had been maintaining a close distance, blew a gust of wind between Guyanghou's armpits as if targeting his blind spot.

As the sword narrowly passed Danwoo Seong's shoulder… With a thud! Gu Yang-hu barely managed to block the gust of wind with his left-wing sword.

This time, the brain energy seeped in, causing a slight pain, but Guyanghu wasn't overly concerned. He squinted his eyes and spoke with a mocking smile.

“Haha, you’ve trained quite well in such a short time. But you’re not even a Fist King… You’re truly arrogant.”

Dan Woo-seong, who was glaring at Guyang-hu, blinked and then coughed.

"hmm······."

Danwoo Sung didn't really have anything to say. He'd called his father "father" and his younger brother "younger brother," but now he couldn't claim to be the king of the fists. That was something he'd only say later, when he'd become the king again through skill.

<Kwon Wang, How to Take the Top> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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