Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 16

<Kwon Wang, Today is like a past life>

Danwoo Sung wasn't a man who would simply wait for elixir. Practicing Kwon was a kind of addiction.

Many schools emphasize the skill of martial arts, or are obsessed with the idea that building up internal energy is the only shortcut to becoming strong.

The path of power was completely different from theirs.

Danwoo Seong's method was to practice a method that was more obsessed with the 'body' itself than any other sect.

The annex was thus a place for Danwoo-seong's body modifications. A high wall already surrounded it, but because there were so many guards and guards passing by, a high screen was erected around the annex.

Because of this, only the Ssangbo brothers could occasionally watch Danwoo Seong train.

But that is only possible when you have the time.

The twin brothers, sweat dripping down their bodies, struggled to maintain the posture Danwoosung demanded. These were movements likely performed by third-rate sects, but Danwoosung didn't take them lightly.

When you fight fiercely, there comes a moment when your internal energy runs out.

From then on, Danwoo Seong's theory was that you had to fight with your body.

Fortunately, the Ssangbo brothers already possessed superior physiques and innate strength, so they steadily learned external skills through Danwoo Sung.

Even the Ssangbo brothers had no idea that external training would be this difficult.

They worked themselves to death, strengthening their muscles and endurance, as if they were being subjected to ice drills or acupuncture. They were even more stubborn because they were brothers.

Because whoever falls first will lose.

Since Danwoo Sung, who had been training in this way, was also training in a painful way, the mindset of the Ssangbo brothers also became stronger.

After the sun rose and they trained, ate and rested, sparred with each other, practiced the Black Ball Combatant, ate and rested, and heard a lecture on combat, psychological warfare that should be known in a duel, and things to be careful of in offensive and defensive battles, the three of them ate again.

The three of them ate like crazy.

The diet was prepared by the most senior attendant in the galaxy, as it was requested by Danwoosung.

Only after it got dark did the Ssangbo brothers have some free time, and Danwoo-seong was left alone to enjoy breakfast.

Even in the eyes of the Twin Brothers, the Grand Duke of the Galaxy was a terrible man.

But this repetitive pattern didn't even last for half a month.

“Confucius, a friend named Zhu Ziliang has come to see you.”

Danwoo Seong, who had been sitting cross-legged alone in the room, opened his eyes and responded while putting on his shirt.

“In the main hall?”

"yes."

“If I’m late, tell the twin brothers to eat dinner together.”

"All right."

When Danwoo Seong went out to the main hall, he saw the failed scholar, Ju Ja-ryang, drinking a cup of tea, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

Joo Ja-ryang smiled as he looked at Dan Woo-seong.

“Your Highness, how have you been?”

Danwoo-seong smiled faintly as he sat down in front of Joo Ja-ryang.

“What kind of wind blew here?”

“I came because I have something important to talk to you about. And I wanted to see your face, too.”

“What about dinner?”

"are you okay."

Dan Woo-seong, who had been observing Joo Ja-ryang's complexion and eyes for a moment, asked this.

“I think you cut down on drinking?”

Joo Ja-ryang responded with an awkward expression.

"Oh, alcohol? Alcohol? What about alcohol… I only had one or two after eating with you guys. I don't really have any reason to drink these days. The other dog classes are quiet too, so."

Danwoo-seong nodded with a sly smile.

“Somehow your complexion looks better than before.”

“It’s nothing else. Do you know who won the top prize in the Sihwapyeong (Poetry and Art Critics)?”

Danwoo-seong nodded as he tried to recall his memories.

“I know. A resting place for desk workers, nestled in a scenic location.”

“What kind of guys are there now?”

“Well, I don’t know. I’m a shut-in at home myself.”

“There are a lot of small waves in there.”

“Wasn’t that a place where you bachelors frequented?”

"What I was saying… all the meetings were canceled. Frustrated, I looked around, and it seems even the leader of the Soseonpa faction is here. I remembered what Sima Ji said last time. There were rumors of a branch being set up, and something happened with your group. I don't know what the story is, but I thought you should know. I briefly met Sima Ji on the street and chatted with him, and he said it would be a good idea to let you know."

Danwoo Seong said with a smile.

“Our dog class teacher has some good information.”

"Oh, is that helpful information? I was wondering if I was being a bother again."

“That’s a helpful story.”

Danwoo Seong asked casually, knowing that the Grand Duke had often given the failed scholar pocket money.

"How much should I buy this information for? It seems like high-level information that even the Haomen (下汚門) don't know about."

Joo Ja-ryang responded to Dan Woo-seong's words.

"I think I should start a school of academics, too. Deskheads like me are incredibly good at rambling on about this kind of news and information. It's all because studying is so boring. If you keep talking, you'll end up talking about anything and everything."

Danwoo-seong shook his head.

“Don’t mention the bachelor’s degree. It looks too much.”

"then?"

“Let’s do it as a failure gate.”

“Hey, sir… Wait a minute, is the Nakbangmun Gate okay?”

Danwoo Seong said as he took the lottery ticket.

“Thank you for the information, Mr. Nakbangmunju. I’ll pay on credit… Let’s buy a drink later.”

Joo Ja-ryang also responded by throwing away his winning ticket.

"Is that something a grand duke of the Milky Way would say? I'm just joking. I don't need pocket money. If I had money, I'd only think about alcohol. These days, my mind is at peace, so life is comfortable… and since I've cut down on drinking, my body feels better. And I don't even think about that damn Hongseol."

Hong Seol-i was a gisaeng that Joo Ja-ryang liked. Dan Woo-seong spoke as if he was surprised.

“Has the dog class master come to his senses?”

"I'm sorry, but I haven't prepared everything yet. Anyway, I told you, so I'm going. I told you the other day when we were taking turns, but we won't be the first to interrupt you. Instead, if you feel frustrated while practicing, you can contact us first. You know what we're talking about. We have time, we lack alcohol, and we miss women."

"I get it."

As Danwoo-seong followed him as if to see him off, Ju Ja-ryang didn't stop him. As the two headed toward the main gate, Ju Ja-ryang, as if he'd just blinked, asked.

“Oh, right. What are you going to do about the small ship?”

“Well, should I kill them all?”

When Danwoo Seong said something scary as if nothing happened, Joo Ja-ryang stopped walking.

“Friend, I don’t want to see your name on the list of enemies of the Jianghu region.”

Danwoo Sung said, patting Juja Ryang on the shoulder.

“Do as you please. Go.”

Joo Ja-ryang turned around in front of the main gate, looked at Dan Woo-seong, and took the lottery ticket with a formal bow.

“Your Highness, then. I wish you good luck.”

Danwoo Seongdo also had an example.

“Your Majesty, please take a look too.”

Zhu Ziyang chuckled, turned, and left the galaxy. After walking for a while, he suddenly stopped and recalled a conversation he had with a friend.

“It’s a falling door······.”

I still had no idea what to do, how to gather information, whether this would be profitable… In general, I had no idea. The word "Nakbangmun" just kept lingering in my mouth.

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As soon as Ju Ja-ryang left, Dan Woo-seong toured the armory of the escort unit. He passed the area where weapons were maintained and inspected the weaponry on display. He then pulled out a piece of cloth used as a bandage and wrapped it around his wrist, palm, and wrist.

The fact that the Soseonpa had come near the Eunhasandan was obvious. They must have heard about Guyanghu. If they had intended to demand money or threaten, the leader of the Soseonpa could have visited the Eunhasandan directly, rather than entering the Sihwapyeong Manor. Of course, even Danwoosung didn't know the specifics of what they were planning.

It didn't matter if I didn't know.

Because Danwoo-seong was planning to go first.

Danwoo Seong, who had been wandering around, changed into the black uniform found in the escort unit's warehouse and hung the short iron club used by the escort unit on his waist.

It was a night watch outfit.

Then, he wrapped a piece of cloth, used as a scarf in winter, around his neck and tied a small knot. Once he had pulled the knot up to his nose, he made it into a mask.

Danwoo Seong came out of the armory and spoke to a passing man.

“I’m going to go get a drink.”

Sibi replied with a bright smile.

“Have a nice day, Confucius.”

As we left the upper level, the night air felt cool. Danwooseong didn't feel any particular emotional agitation. He thought it was natural, similar to the way bugs swarmed around lights and latched onto the scent of money.

Sihwapyeong Manor, a scenic manor nestled near the Cheongnam River, was a popular spot for water play in the summer and ice fishing in the winter. Perhaps because it was primarily a gathering place for bachelors, the surrounding area was relatively quiet.

As soon as he left the busy streets, Dan Woo-seong ran, his speed in full swing. His speed was incomparably faster than when he climbed Mount Guhwa, but when he recalled his prime, it wasn't a pace he was happy with. Still, he concentrated on running, as if to check his physical condition, and his heart felt refreshed.

Danwoo Seong, seeing the lights of Sihwapyeong Estate, gradually slowed down and began to stretch as he walked. He stopped at an appropriate distance, stretching his muscles as if doing gymnastics, and finally looked down at his hands.

A hundred battles and ten hardships.

He had mastered the theory up to the tenth level, but his level of power was only three. Even reaching the third level was incredibly fast. As he clenched and unclenched his fists, injecting power into both hands, white lightning, symbolizing white electricity, formed in both hands like a cluster of fireflies.

Danwoo-seong stared blankly at the gate of Jangwon and thought about this.

Should I launch a surprise attack, climb onto the roof and find the long-suffering man, or call out to the enemy from outside?

Danwoo Sung, who had been thinking briefly, suddenly smiled.

'Today is like a past life.'

As he walked, arms wide open, a snapping sound echoed from both arms. Danwoo Sung, who had pulled the black cloth around his neck up to his nose and tied it in a knot, kicked the main gate of Sihwapyeong Manor with his foot, sending it flying.

Kwaaang!

The Soseonpa warriors inside the manor looked at the door in surprise. Apparently, a rather grand banquet was taking place, with a long table laden with various dishes and even empty liquor bottles on the floor.

“What are you, you little shit!”

The screams erupted from the mansion as soon as they realized that only one person had broken through the gates. There were quite a few of them, after all. Even by eyeballing it, there were over thirty.

As Danwoo-seong walked sideways in silence, looking for where Munju was, a man approached him with a bewildered expression and asked.

“What? Did you come in alone?”

Danwoo-seong tilted his head and asked.

“Where did the bachelors go and where are you?”

When Danwoo Seong came to find the bachelor, the man who had been relaxed immediately said with an annoyed expression.

“That crazy guy······Hah!”

The man, unable to finish his sentence, clutched his abdomen. Dan Woo-sung, who had closed the short distance, had thrust his right hand into the man's mouth. He grabbed the man's neck and asked, hoping for a response.

“If you draw your sword, this guy will die first.”

Before he could finish speaking, the slingshots were pulled out here and there with a rustling sound. Danwoo Sung easily snapped the man's neck with the force of his left hand, then spoke.

“First of all, there is no camaraderie. It’s more like a relationship between a sima and an outsider than a lover.”

As the man with a broken neck fell to the floor with a thud, Yeom Ji-sang came out from inside, smoothing the waist of his pants.

“Why is there such a fuss? Who is that guy?”

“The palace priest is dead.”

Yeom Ji-sang looked into Dan Woo-seong's eyes and replied.

“Kill him. He’s a master.”

Yeom Ji-sang glared at Dan Woo-seong, adjusting his waistband once more, as if he had just been playing with a gisaeng he had called in from outside.

<Kwon Wang, Today is like a past life> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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