Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 182

Episode 182

Baekyak, the princess hides her power

“Your Majesty, the four strong have been chosen, but one has withdrawn due to internal injuries, leaving three.”

Danwoo-seong responded to Hwaeunwol's report.

“Who are you?”

"Cheonmumunju Jin Sa-yeong, Baekgeommun's Somunju Baekyak, and Jeokcheonmun's Jeokbi. Jeokbi has advanced to the finals with a walkover victory."

“Are you saying that all the Sega and Gupa have fallen?”

“The Jongnam, Hyeongsan, and Taesan clans were defeated by Baek So-jeo, and the Cheonmu clan leader was the head of the Namgung family, and the Hwa clan was······.”

Danwoo-seong asked with a surprised expression.

“What is Fahrenheit?”

Hwa Eun-wol responded with an awkward expression.

“My younger brother was stubborn······.”

It was said that Hwa Eun-seol participated and was defeated by the Cheonmumunju.

“Are you hurt?”

"Well, it's fine. It looks like he got hit in the face, which must have been quite a shock. The Jeokcheonmunju defied everyone's expectations and defeated the Dokgo family head. There were other fights, I think, but I didn't watch them in detail, but I heard about them through reports. They say these three are far more skilled than other masters."

“So the first match is between Cheonmumunju and Baekyak?”

"yes."

"I have to see this. Let's go. Don't make a fuss about it. I'll just watch quietly."

"All right."

Danwoo-seong and Hwaeunwol headed to the stage where the main event was taking place. When Danwoo-seong announced his intention to go, the members brought him the official uniform of the Murim Alliance leader. It was the white dragon robe (baekryongpo), worn by the leader. However, if he appeared in the white dragon robe, the entire event would halt and everyone would watch Danwoo-seong.

“I’ll wear that later.”

"yes."

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"Let's begin the semifinals. The rules are the same. If you declare a withdrawal or fall off the stage, you will be considered a loser. This is not a fight to retaliate, so please be considerate of each other to avoid serious injuries. Jin Sa-yeong, the master of the Cheonmu sect, and Baek Yak, the master of the Baekgeom sect. Both of you, please come to the stage."

Before Baekyak ascended the stage, he looked at his father. Baek I-gyeol, who had been observing the Cheonmumunju for some time, spoke to his daughter.

“Was the Central Plains this high-level?”

Baekyak looked at Bicheonju.

“That’s right.”

"Anyway, be careful. It seems like you've been hiding your true abilities for quite some time."

Baekyak replied.

“I’ll be careful.”

Baek Yi-gyeol nodded, looking at his doting daughter. He'd tried his best to raise her strong, but even so, seeing Bimu made him feel uneasy.

Baekyak climbed onto the stage first and walked quietly as if he was trying to gauge the size of the stage while waiting for the Cheonmumunju.

'It's too narrow.'

In reality, it was incredibly wide. It only felt narrow to Baekyak's eyes.

In fact, the reason Baekyak participated in this match was simple.

Since I could have competed against Danwoo Sung at any time, I simply participated in this opportunity to compete against various experts.

It was an extension of training.

Suddenly, Baekyak looked at Danwooseong, who was sitting among the elders of the Murim Alliance on the platform.

When Danwoo-seong smiled, Baekyak also smiled faintly.

Baekyak abruptly turned his head. Thinking about it, he realized there were two men watching him, worried about him. He knew that if he kept it in his mind, his body would freeze, so he erased all thoughts of his father and Danwoo Sung in an instant.

Only then did the non-Cheonju come up on stage.

As soon as Baekyak saw Bicheonju, he silently took the lottery ticket and thought.

'She's a woman in cross-dressing.'

As my father said, he was not an easy opponent.

Suddenly Baekyak looked around.

'By the way, if we do it this way, the stage will be narrower.'

Even the non-Christian felt strange after setting the example.

'what?'

It was a young female high school student whom I had never expected.

As the two stood there with puzzled expressions for a moment, Hwa Eun-wol asked.

“Is the stage too small for you two?”

Bicheonju and Baekyak nodded simultaneously toward Hwaeunwol.

Then Hwa Eun-wol spoke to the members surrounding the stage and the onlookers outside.

“Everyone, take ten steps back.”

At Hwa Eun-wol's simple instructions, people retreated ten steps each and took their places. Then, with truly simple ease, Hwa Eun-wol again commanded the crowd.

“Okay. Then take another ten steps back.”

Strangely enough, the members and warlords followed Hwa Eun-wol's words without difficulty.

Hwa Eun-wol asked the two people.

"Is this okay? If we retreat any further, it'll be difficult for those outside to see the rain…"

Bicheonju and Baekyak responded at the same time.

“It’s okay.”

"it's okay."

The non-Cheonju spoke to Baekyak.

“Is this your first time hearing about the Baekgeommun?”

Baekyak replied.

“Same. Is Cheonmumun a sect that only accepts women disguised as men?”

The non-Christian glared.

'This bitch?'

When the nobleman, who appeared to be only a few years older than him, treated him condescendingly, Baekyak deliberately responded like this.

The face of the non-Cheonju was slightly red.

“With a sword?”

“Let’s do that.”

The two drew their swords and stood there, dumbfounded, staring at each other for a long time. As they observed each other's prayers, their expectations were shattered, their thoughts shifted, and their strategies had to be revised. Their thoughts grew increasingly lingering, to the point where they wondered if a fight could even be decided off-stage.

Cheol Myeong-ho, who was wandering around the stage, approached a woman who was looking at the stage with her arms crossed.

“Your Majesty, why is your face like that?”

Hwa Eun-seol looked at Cheol Myeong-ho with a very angry expression.

“Your Majesty the Iron Sword.”

Cheol Myeong-ho frowned as he looked at Hwa Eun-seol's face. A deep bruise covered her beautiful face.

“No, who hit you?”

Hwa Eun-seol gestured towards the stage.

“There it is. I heard it’s the Cheonmumunju Jin Sa-yeong, but I’ve never heard of it before.”

Cheol Myeong-ho nodded and said.

“Ah, fortunately, the leader of the group······.”

Cheol Myeong-ho and Hwa Eun-seol turned their heads.

A loud noise erupted from the stage, and the two men, Bicheonju and Baekyak, each holding a longsword, clashed.

There was no noise other than the sound of fighting for a moment.

The onlookers remained silent, their heads darting back and forth. Half the onlookers were already struggling to keep up with the sword's speed. And of those remaining, half couldn't grasp the significance of the unseen slaughter unfolding on the stage.

It's just a quick and flashy move.

Cheol Myung-ho, who was watching, also focused on the non-stage fight with wide eyes. Cheol Myung-ho had grown considerably stronger. Knowing the level of the fight unfolding on the stage, he couldn't take his eyes off the stage, almost lost in a state of ecstasy.

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It was a fight too late to stop.

Attack, defense, and counterattack ensued in the blink of an eye. The two men were unaware of each other's identities.

They just fought fiercely to see who was stronger.

As the power level each of them had set became too high to decide the winner, the two who had been clashing swords simultaneously extended their arms and began to test their strength.

The Baekhwashinkong of Baekyak.

The Heavenly Martial Arts of the non-Cheonju.

Baekyak's hand was enveloped in white cold air, and Bicheonju's hand was dyed golden.

The moment the two people's palms collided, a loud noise filled the martial arts world.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

The two women, each pushed back by the shock, looked at each other with surprised expressions.

How could we not know each other's identity?

The non-Cheonju spoke with a bewildered expression.

“Snow Mountain Baekga?”

The myth of the undefeated power of the mysterious force, Bicheon, was ended by Baek Mu-jin, the head of the Seolsan Baekga family.

When the woman in cross-dressing said this, Baekyak could not help but be convinced.

"lowliness?"

Fortunately, few people knew about the names Bicheon and Seolsanbaekga. Bicheon was still a mysterious force, and the three characters of Baekmujin were far more famous than the old Seolsanbaekga clan name.

Baek Mu-jin also mentioned Bicheon as a matter of course.

It was said that among the masters he had fought against before he was called the best in the world, the only true rival was Bicheonju.

Do we have to fight this here?

From the perspective of the Bicheonju, he wanted to defeat the descendant of the Seolsan Baekga clan in front of the warlords. Perhaps even more important than defeating the martial arts leader. After all, he was the descendant of a master who had brought shame to his family.

The non-Cheonju raised his sword and breathed energy into it as if foreshadowing an attack.

In an instant, a light spread out from the sword.

Baekyak looked at the sight and smiled.

We had no intention of being moderate with each other.

Suddenly, Hwa Eun-wol looked at Dan Woo-seong.

'Your Majesty, should I stop you?'

This was the expression.

Danwoo-seong shook his head.

Who could stop such a serious fight and for what reason?

On the stage, Bicheonju and Baekyak were already fighting with all their might.

Hwa Eun-wol spoke in an urgent tone.

"Those who lack air power, please retreat farther away. You may get caught up in the chaos and get hurt."

The color of the stage floor was changing.

The white chill melted into a brilliant radiance, then a chilling chill enveloped the area. Amidst this, the sound of swords clashing erupted, seemingly out of sync. The speed was so fast, the ensuing roar drowned out the sound, making it an auditory hallucination.

What's strange about this confrontation is…

The main opponent of the non-heavenly spirit was the blood sacrifice, a master of magic.

The opponent that Baekyak fought most often was none other than the King of Kwon, Dan Woo-seong.

This meant that the opponents they faced also had an impact on the outcome of the match, and Baekyak's ability to deal with various situations that arose in the martial arts was naturally superior.

Because Danwoo Seong was the king of fighting who used all kinds of techniques.

At some point, the two people, who thought that they would not be able to win with swords, withdrew their swords as if they had made a promise as soon as the distance between them widened and rushed at each other with their bare hands.

Baekyak observed Bicheonju's response and realized that the level of offensive and defensive combat was truly outstanding. His skills were outstanding. However, his approach was consistently rudimentary.

'You don't have much experience in martial arts?'

It was a blood sacrifice that the non-Cheonju fought against a high-level master.

Because other activities were blocked by the magician.

Although Baekyak was unaware of this situation, he realized it after seeing Bicheonju's response.

At that moment, I could predict how this fight would end.

No matter how profound the power of the non-heavenly spirits, they cannot overwhelm Baekyak with their internal energy. Their internal energy was practically at a 100-100 level.

How to use power······.

Or, the power of both sides was rapidly consumed, leaving only the conclusion of how they would end the match with some trick.

The non-Cheonju was also a clever woman.

Although he was the successor of Seolsanbaekga, who looked younger than him, he seemed to have much more practical experience than him.

Even the non-Cheonju realized that the fact that his only opponent was a blood sacrifice was a weakness.

So I didn't want to lose unfairly.

I just wanted to push it to a showdown of internal energy and give it my all.

When this psychological state was reflected in the movements of the non-Cheonju, Baekyak noticed it like a ghost.

'Let's have a showdown of internal energy?'

Baekyak was forced into a defensive position, as if deliberately avoiding a duel of internal energy. He avoided overt maneuvers and used the distance to provoke a flurry of strikes. He let ambiguous opportunities slip by, and then continued to be forced into a defensive position.

From the perspective of the non-Cheonju, it seemed like a move to avoid a confrontation with internal energy.

A situation in which one becomes psychologically involved.

The non-Cheonju's mind was at ease.

Because the atmosphere of the battle had shifted to an offensive one. In an instant, Baekyak was considered one step behind.

'The descendants of Baek Mu-jin are afraid of a showdown of internal energy.'

In the midst of a chase where he was being chased, Baekyak gritted his teeth as if he could win if he just engaged in a showdown of internal energy.

It was such a great facial expression that Dan Woo-seong, who was watching, opened his eyes wide.

"You've become a fox. You weren't like that when you fought me. Were you always a fox?"

Or maybe he only imitated the bear in front of Danwoo-seong.

A feeling of bewilderment, as if he was now seeing the true nature of Baekyak, remained in Danwoo-seong's mind, unrelated to the martial arts.

While using the stage widely, the Bicheonju unleashed his twin swords towards Baekyak, who was cornered at the edge of the stage as if being hunted.

The tension range is appropriate, and the power is somewhat reduced from maximum power.

Since there was nowhere to run but the air, I planned to watch how they responded and then decide my next move.

So this was a mysterious illusion.

This is because I thought Baekyak would naturally run away to avoid the internal energy battle.

The key to a match between rivals is psychological warfare.

The reason why the outcome is different even when both sides have the same skill, similar internal energy, and similar level of martial arts is because the majority of the decisions are made through psychological warfare.

If you take just one more step back, you'll fall off the stage.

Baekyak, who had formed a self-sufficient defense, did not evade into the air, but instead, with his twin swords, which had been filled with maximum air power, suddenly struck the tension of the Heavenly Lord like a bolt of lightning.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

These two people had similar fighting power even though they both gave it their all.

One side reduced power, while the other side explosively increased air power.

The result was as Baekyak had expected.

The body of the non-heavenly spirit flew through the air, then his whole body was enveloped in cold air, and he fell to the ground past the end of the non-heavenly stage on the other side.

Empty······!