Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 17

The King of Kwon, the Man Who Went to Giru

When the disciples tried to run out without thinking, Yeom Ji-sang immediately stopped them.

"No. No, surround them first. And Gwakpyeong, you gather your gear with them… The rest of you, surround them and confront them. They're fast. Don't chase them even if they run away. There are more enemies outside, or they're just luring them in."

Yeom Ji-sang said while looking up at the sky.

"The moon is dark. Let's fight only here. This moonlight isn't conducive to field battles."

Dan Woo-seong applauded, having heard Yeom Ji-sang's precise assessment of the situation. Only then did Yeom Ji-sang notice the cloth wrapped around Dan Woo-seong's wrist and the back of his hand. With a somewhat surprised expression, he asked.

“Are you perhaps the Grand Duke of the Galaxy?”

The thing on his waist was an iron club, which could not be considered his main weapon, and he seemed to have recognized that he was a young warrior as soon as he saw the cloth wrapped around his fist.

“Right? Wow, the intelligence of the upper galactic level is extraordinary.”

Upon hearing of the Grand Duke of the Galaxy's arrival, the disciples of the Soseonpa formed a siege and stood by. They had originally been ordered to capture the Grand Duke.

Salt was also a concern.

'I don't think he's someone I can deal with.'

Yeom Ji-sang gave the order.

"Attack with the mindset of cutting off each limb. Try to keep them alive as much as possible. Don't worry about injuring them. Just keep them alive, and you'll make money."

It was an appropriate order for his subordinates, but it was also a story worth noting for Danwoo Seong.

'You were trying to trade it for money.'

Yeom Ji-sang soared into the air, then abruptly climbed onto the wall and gazed outside. Despite his frivolous tone, he possessed a remarkably meticulous demeanor. He inspected the area for any remaining enemies and spoke to his subordinates.

“Hit it.”

The disciples of the Soseonpa sect rushed at Danwoo Seong. Danwoo Seong also moved. Then, one of the disciples emerging from inside threw something at Yeom Ji-sang and shouted.

“Master.”

As a long wooden coffin flew towards him, Yeom Ji-sang snatched it and deftly opened it, glancing at the fight. As expected, the Grand Duke of the Galaxy was quick. Three or four people were already rolling on the ground.

The breech was divided into upper and lower sections. The lower section contained a mechanism for firing projectiles, while the upper section was densely packed with thin, long projectiles. While it was inconvenient to have to lower the projectiles after each five shots, it was a powerful, portable weapon that was remarkably easy to aim and fire.

The salt-bearing soldier, who had loaded five rounds, measured the distance between the two stars by looking at the hollow part at the end of the coffin and pressed the launcher.

Push!

The flying needle made a loud thud and lodged itself in the back of the neck of the disciple of the Soseonpa.

Yeom Ji-sang clicked his tongue.

“Tsk.”

As his disciple collapsed, Yeom Ji-sang narrowed his eyes again and aimed at Dan Woo-seong.

Danwoo Sung was lifting one of his disciples' foreheads with his knee while simultaneously rising into the air.

A perfect situation to match.

Yeom Ji-sang pressed the launcher again.

Push!

But as soon as the needle left the engine room, something that reflected moonlight quickly flew out from Danwoo-seong's waist.

Crunch! Crunch!

It wasn't for nothing that he soared into the air. Danwoo-seong threw the iron club at his waist, instantly shattering the machinery Yeom Ji-sang was holding, and then descended.

Yeom Ji-sang was startled and threw the shattered organ away. Even his hands were numb.

'You react quickly.'

Yeom Ji-sang drew his sword and spoke to his disciples.

“Catch the fish.”

A net was thrown at Dan Woo-seong, who was moving at a rapid pace and knocking down his disciples. Not only the net, but also small nooses were being thrown here and there, aimed at Dan Woo-seong's ankles.

As soon as Danwoo Seong unleashed his teleportation technique and escaped the overlapping target area, he snatched the end of the net that was falling from the air and injected his internal energy into it, twisting his wrist.

Chorrrrrr!

The net twisted and tangled in one direction, then transformed into a long, thick whip.

Danwoo Sung, trapped in a circular net, swung a whip made of a net. In an instant, five or six of his disciples screamed, clutching their faces with both hands.

Danwoo Sung didn't even aim precisely because he had so many disciples. He infused them with his internal energy and swung his whip vertically and diagonally, striking two or three people at a time. Furthermore, the net was infused with brain energy.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

Then, whenever someone approached, he swung his sword sideways. One of the men who approached grabbed him by the neck with a snap. His throat was torn, cut by the net.

The expression on Yeom Ji-sang's face as he watched was gradually hardening.

'How can you fight so well?'

The Grand Duke of the Galaxy's Upper Division was clearly a young man, but his fighting style was that of a battle veteran. He seemed to have extensive experience fighting multiple opponents. Yeom Ji-sang, about to join the force, briefly watched Dan Woo-seong with wide eyes.

I was thinking of running away if I had to.

Then, the net that was being used as a whip opened wide as it fell vertically, trapping six or seven people in the net.

What happened next was spectacular.

It was a night when the moon was not very bright, so a white lightning bolt that started from the Grand Duke's hand flew out into the net with a cracking sound, and six or seven people screamed at the same time and suffered convulsions all over their bodies.

“Kkaaaaaaaaaah!”

As those shocked by the shock of the brain collapsed to the floor, the startled disciples of the Soseonpa unconsciously took a step back.

Let's take a moment to reflect······.

Dan Woo-seong stared blankly at Yeom Ji-sang, who was standing against the wall, his net in hand. As Yeom Ji-sang blinked, Dan Woo-seong spoke.

“What are you looking at, you idiot? Come down. Don’t even think about running away after seeing what’s going on.”

Yeom Ji-sang's eyes widened. To his absurd surprise, the number of disciples capable of fighting was now only about ten. The rest were now lying on the cold floor.

When Danwoosung spoke like this, his disciples, ironically, stopped attacking and instead looked at their master. They were prepared to face death when fighting together, but if their master was the one who would drive them to their own deaths, they had no intention of fighting.

Yeom Ji-sang said.

“What are you doing? Hit me.”

Danwoo Sung responded as if he was surprised.

“Look at this guy? Were you really planning on running away?”

Yeom Ji-sang said while looking at Dan Woo-seong.

“No way.”

With a word, Yeom Ji-sang leaped down from behind the wall, then, performing a light-hearted maneuver, began to run away. Sighs escaped from the disciples.

Danwoo Seong ran with the net in his hand, snatched a noose that had fallen to the ground, and then jumped into the air.

The surviving disciples looked at each other.

“Let’s run away. He’ll kill Master anyway and then come back and kill us all.”

The surviving disciples began to run in the opposite direction from Danwoo Seong and Yeom Ji-sang. It was a typical outcome for a sect devoid of "tradition" when it's defeated.

Yeom Ji-sang, who had started to run away first, had lost his sense of direction due to the darkness. He stood for a moment, looking around, then heard the Archduke's footsteps in fierce pursuit. He was startled and began to run again into the darkness.

Then, Yeom Ji-sang soared into the air as an object, presumed to be a secret weapon, flew towards him from behind, lying on the ground.

A violently spinning noose passed beneath him. Then, sensing something, Yeom Ji-sang, startled, swung his sword into the air.

Whoa!

Whether he swung his sword or not, the net engulfed Yeom Ji-sang. Then, Dan Woo-seong's fist flew towards Yeom Ji-sang's face.

puck!

Yeom Ji-sang rolled backward, wrapping the net around himself. Had his disciples assisted him during the duel, he would have been able to fight much better. Yeom Ji-sang was captured without even being able to put up a proper fight.

Yeom Ji-sang shouted.

“Archduke!”

“Why are you calling me so desperately?”

Danwoosung appeared and looked down at the fish caught in the net. It looked like a large catfish because of its beard.

Yeom Ji-sang shouted.

"I've accumulated quite a bit of wealth! I'll pay you a ransom… Just let me live. I'll pay you a generous ransom… No, I'll even give you my entire fortune."

Danwoo Seong replied.

“Why do you keep thinking of human life as money?”

Danwoo Seong's foot landed on Yeom Ji Sang's face.

“I don’t need it, so just die.”

With a thud, Yeom Ji-sang's breath was cut off. Dan Woo-sung instinctively glanced around before heading back to Sihwapyeong Estate. The memory of Yeom Ji-sang pulling up his pants when he first appeared lingered in his mind, and he wasn't feeling particularly good.

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Danwoo-seong entered the manor where the disciples of the Soseonpa had fled and looked around. Hearing someone sobbing somewhere, he headed there. Opening the door, he saw a woman with blood streaming from both wrists, struggling to free her hands from their bindings.

The woman was startled and shed tears when the masked man appeared.

Danwoo-seong looked at the woman's naked body. Fortunately, it didn't seem to hit him. Still, the sight of the gisaeng's naked body was a sad sight.

Dan Woo-seong pulled the blanket over her, covered her body, and then untied the rope around her wrists. Only then did the woman finally stop crying and stare blankly at him.

Danwoo-seong sighed as a memory suddenly came to mind. It was a familiar face, of all people.

'Was it the water orchid of Danhyangru?'

I'd never slept with the Grand Duke. I'd avoided her because of rumors that she'd slept with an acquaintance.

“Get dressed and come out. I’ll take you out.”

It was dangerous to send him alone, as the runaways were nearby. A while later, Danwoo-seong and the gisaeng Suran walked down the night road.

The direction is Danhyangru.

They both walked in silence. It was impossible to know whether Suran remembered the Gaechaban Confucius at the top of the galaxy or not.

Suran stopped in surprise as she walked. The pervert who had been harassing her was lying on the cold floor, wrapped in a net. Suran said.

"One of my subordinates came to me and asked if I could join him for a drink with an old scholar who had come from far away. The place was Sihwapyeong, and I had no idea they were such people."

The excuse, which didn't need to be made, flowed out somewhat sadly. But the words that followed surprised Danwoo Sung.

“I heard you took money out of your pocket.”

"I never thought we'd be talking about money again," Danwoo said, as if he understood.

“Look it up.”

Suran approached the corpse, rummaged through its contents, and pulled out the bandage. Just as Suran had said, thick leather pouches were hanging from the bandage in a row.

Danwoo Seong said.

“If I have that, I don’t have to go back to Danhyangru?”

Suran looked at him with truly surprised eyes.

"who are you?"

It seemed like he didn't remember. The mask and the thick darkness made it difficult to recognize him.

“A man who used to be a gyro.”

Suran said as she held out her belt.

"I have nowhere to go. I don't know anyone else. I don't need money."

As Danwoo-seong stood still, Suran approached him and carefully placed a belt on his shoulder.

“Thank you for saving me.”

Suran walked a few more steps down the pitch-black night road, then turned around and spoke to Danwoo Sung.

“Instead, could you please wait a little longer until the light comes on?”

Danwoo Sung, with his military uniform draped over his shoulder, walked next to Suran as if to say he would give her more support.

The night was long and drawn out.

As they entered the sleepless streets of Bulyaeseong, even Danwooseong had no choice but to lower his mask. Only then did Suran check his face, seemingly remembering.

“Would you like to come for a drink sometime, Your Highness?”

Danwoo-seong shook his head.

“No. Kiru is tired.”

Suran nodded and said.

“You’ve changed so much. Thank you so much for today.”

Danwoosung said as he headed towards the top of the galaxy.

“Live well.”

There was nothing more to say.

The King of Kwon, the Man Who Went to Giru End

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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