Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 189

Episode 189

Secret Agent, the epitome of pretense

If there is a secret agent in the martial arts world, there must be a secret agent as well, and if there is a master in the martial arts world, there must be a lower-ranking official.

It was about thirty days after Gwangma left the Murim Alliance that the secret agent Gwangma and the unidentified secret agent met.

To be exact, they are two people who passed by Guyangse nearby several times.

The secret agent first recognized the secret agent Gwangma.

The face and size of the mad horse were so unique that they could be recognized immediately even with just a rough sketch of their features.

However, Gwangma was unable to discover the identity of the secret agent. That was until the agent appeared in person before Gwangma today.

“······Excuse me, but may I join you?”

The madman looked up and down at the strange young man with a surprised expression.

He wasn't really a threatening figure.

Even though he was still young, he had a thick beard, and no matter how much I looked at him, he was a kid I had never seen before.

The madman looked around and checked again.

“Do you know me?”

The young man chuckled.

"yes."

“That’s strange. I don’t know you.”

“I can’t help but not know.”

“Please sit down first.”

As the left-hand man sat down, the madman asked.

“So, who are you?”

“If you were to speak to me······.”

The left-hand man took out his identification badge from his pocket, looked around, and then showed it to Gwangma.

The same martial arts alliance badge that Gwangma was carrying had the words “Zuosa” written on it.

The madman was secretly surprised.

I thought there would be a left-wing member, but I didn't know it would be this kind of person.

The madman said.

“Left-handed?”

“Yes, I am.”

"You're a remarkable young man. Perhaps your martial arts skills are far superior to what I expected? No matter how I look at it, you seem like you could be killed in a single punch… A left-handed person."

In reality, he was a man who would most likely die if the madman threw a single punch.

The left-hander spoke in a secretive tone.

"It's a bit strange here. Let's go somewhere quiet. I can introduce myself. There are many eyes and ears listening here."

Although his words were spoken very cautiously, they were heard in the guest room anyway.

The madman nodded.

“Okay.”

The task of examining the Guyangse family is a task that takes time.

Since the mission didn't require immediate action, the two moved to a quiet place.

Only after arriving at a desolate place where not a single person was visible did the left-wing official speak while calmly taking the lottery ticket.

“I greet you, sir, with great renown. I am Lee Ja-eon, the youngest prince of the Eunha Sangdan and the appointed secret agent of the Martial Arts Alliance.”

“Isaeon? I know the upper reaches of the galaxy.”

The madman looked at Lee Ja-eon's face from side to side. The secret agent Lee Ja-eon smiled and replied.

“The current martial arts leader is my older brother.”

“Ah… really? They don’t look alike at all.”

“Yes.”

“Still, the atmosphere is somewhat similar. The cheeky gaze… And now that I think about it, the voices are also somewhat similar.”

"ha ha ha."

“By the way, you’re a secret agent… If it’s easy, it’s easy, and if it’s difficult, it’s difficult. But what about your experience in the martial arts world or your martial arts skills?”

In response to Gwangma's question, Lee Ja-eon nodded.

“That is why I became a secret agent.”

“What are you talking about?”

Lee Ja-eon bowed to the mad horse.

“First, please accept my bow.”

“Suddenly? Why?”

After bowing to the madman without warning, Izaeon stood up and said.

"Brother, the lord of the martial arts alliance has given me a stern order to serve Senior Woo Sa as if he were my master. It's a strict command to gain experience in the martial arts world and learn as much as I can. While I'm your eldest brother in private, how could I disobey the orders of the lord who leads the martial arts alliance? I ask for your continued support."

As Izaeon lowered her head, Gwangma's eyes widened.

'Passing the burden on? Like this?'

When Lee Ja-eon raised her head again with a smile, Gwang-ma quickly controlled his expression and responded.

“Oh, I see. So you’re the ambassador’s younger brother.”

Lee Ja-eon nodded.

“Yes, I’m the youngest. I have another older brother.”

“Oh, that… is that person also a Kang Ho-haeng?”

"That's not likely. My second eldest brother will soon inherit the upper class. He's not unrelated to the martial arts world, but he's a merchant at heart."

The madman breathed a sigh of relief.

“That’s fortunate.”

“What is it?”

I meant that it was fortunate that there was one guy like you.

"It means I'm glad I inherited the upper ranks. It's a good thing I didn't have any ambitions for martial arts like you."

The mad horse suddenly shut his eyes tightly as if they were sore.

It felt like the leader had left the most reckless person in the family to his own devices.

Moreover, the words “take me as your master” felt even more unpleasant, like they were stuck in my throat.

It was no different from having a disciple who was not even in one's fortune.

And of all people, it had to be the youngest sibling of the most difficult ambassador······.

The mad horse looked up and down at Izaeon, then looked at the long sword on his waist.

“Left-handed, have you learned the sword?”

"yes."

The madman spoke as if he had some hope.

“Pull it out and try to strike a pose.”

"All right."

Lee Ja-eon stepped back, drew out his longsword with all his bravado, and then took a stance.

Whaaeng!

Indeed, it was all superficiality.

The madman clenched his teeth and spoke.

“Just put it in.”

“Already?”

"Don't go anywhere and draw your sword carelessly. Why? Have you learned some famous swordsmanship?"

Lee Ja-eon looked at the mad horse.

“I learned the Dokgogu Sword.”

“What······ What the hell? No way.”

“Shall I show you?”

I couldn't help it because I had an expression on my face that made me want to show it to you.

Gwangma looked at Izaeon with his arms crossed.

“Let’s see then.”

Dokgo Gugeom… I thought that couldn't be true.

The Dokgo Nine Swordsmanship represents the pinnacle of swordsmanship, striving for the unparalleled mastery of the Uncanny. Along with Jin Sohan's Taoist methods, it's considered impossible to master. If someone mastered the Dokgo Nine Swordsmanship to perfection, even if their internal energy was somewhat lacking, they would be a skilled swordsman capable of taunting the swordsmen of the Old School and the Sega with a single sword.

Of course, Lee Ja-eon learned the Dokgo Gugeom.

The problem was that I was just getting used to it.

Moreover, because Lee Ja-eon's older brother had too much work to do in Gangho, he didn't take care of him······.

The madman opened his eyes wide.

'What are you doing?'

My mouth wouldn't open.

Izaeon was swinging his sword wildly in the empty lot.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Bang! Whoosh! Bang! Bang! Whoosh …

The madman let out a gasp.

"ah······."

This wasn't swordsmanship, but a dance of excitement. Lee Ja-eon, too, seemed to be in the mood, and he couldn't stop.

The mad horse that had been watching swallowed his curses.

'That son of a bitch… Is martial arts a joke?'

I felt anew the greatness of the martial arts leader who had such a youngest son. How heartbreaking it must have been. It must have burned inside. He couldn't have killed his own blood relative with his own hands.

Lee Ja-eon, who had created a dust storm in the area, looked at the mad horse with bright eyes.

"how is it?"

“Fuck······.”

The anticipation in Izaeon's eyes was too great to justify saying, "That sucks." Still, I got the feeling he was a young man with some innocence left in his brain.

"yes?"

"That's a rather unfamiliar swordsmanship. It's unusual. I've never seen it before."

“That will happen.”

The madman nodded with a solemn expression.

“There’s a long way to go.”

“Isn’t that how martial arts are all originally?”

The madman felt strange.

Because his speech was so naturally complex with both pretense and superficiality, I had no idea where to start or what to teach.

However, it didn't seem like his personality would be easily changed by hitting him.

The madman sighed and then suddenly looked into the distance with a hazy gaze.

'Life is suffering… It sucks. It's a series of trials. It ain't over until it's over.'

The madman said to Izaeon.

"I am a sinful human being, with a quirky and unkind disposition. It means I have a very bad personality. Since the Great Master entrusted you to me, it is only right that I teach you, but I am concerned about my personality. Do you think you can endure it?"

Lee Ja-eon nodded with a sly smile.

“Senior, don’t worry about that.”

Lee Ja-eon pointed at himself with his thumb.

"I grew up rough and tough, fighting and sparring with the leader since childhood. When I was young, I wasn't even at the level of a fight-and-response type; I was the one who struck him unilaterally. Probably no one in my time beat the leader more than I did. Who knew things would turn out this way? You never know what happens in life."

Lee Ja-eon smiled with a bitter smile.

It was a sudden answer, but surprisingly, it was true. It was something that happened during my childhood.

The madman stroked Izaeon's back.

“I see. That’s amazing.”

"Anyway, you can always be harsh on me. I'm used to being hit like this."

The madman nodded and replied with a nod.

“Okay, let’s walk for now.”

"yes."

When I first came out into the world alone after a long time, it was a beautiful world, as if I was being overcome by some kind of realization, but when a reckless burden clung to me, life became difficult again.

That's what responsibility is.

The burden was even greater for Gwangma because he had never been responsible for anything before.

By the way, I wondered what on earth the leader was thinking when he entrusted his younger brother to a loser like himself.

The leader's expression kept coming to mind.

'Have a safe trip.'

Was that faint smile at the end a mocking sneer?

I couldn't figure it out.

But no matter how much I thought about it, it wasn't an expression that seemed to be trying to trick me.

Danwoo Seong couldn't help it either.

Because the youngest was still interested in martial arts.

However, if he were to be called to the Murim Alliance, there was a possibility that he would think that he was the leader's younger brother.

'From now on, you are the secret agent.'

Danwoo Seong's idea was to have him gain experience in martial arts by linking him with Gwangma.

Lee Ja-eon said, pointing to the right path with his finger.

"There's a place called the Honglu Inn. It's the most frequented by those who frequent the Guyang family. There, you'll hear the most detailed news about the Guyang family's recent activities."

“Oh, I guess we should go that way.”

Lee Ja-eon said, shaking her head.

"I wonder if the Goyang family has come to their senses. It won't be easy. How can people change so easily?"

“That’s right.”

Gwangma walked along, wishing Izaeon would just keep her mouth shut. Her mind was growing hazy.

Lee Ja-eon asked again as if she was curious.

“Have you ever fought against the leader, Brother Woosa?”

“I tried.”

“How was it?”

The madman blinked and answered without thinking, just like Lee Ja-eon.

“That was totally right.”

“Oh, my… By the way, you said you're the best in the world now? Are you stronger than when you were beaten so badly back then?”

“That’s right. Because Master Gwangsin and Senior Yisin acknowledge him as the best in the world.”

“Hey, elders of the three gods!”

Lee Ja-eon nodded vigorously and clenched his fists as if overcome with excitement.

“I got hit hard too. By my older brother······.”

“I think so.”

"yes."

Suddenly, Lee Ja-eon, who was walking down the street, pointed at the mad horse with his finger, then pointed at himself again.

As I looked at the mad horse as if to ask what was going on, Izaeon kept pointing back and forth between the mad horse and herself and then said this.

“They say that suffering together makes one feel the same.”

It means that we were hit together.

After walking quietly for a while, the madman finally responded.

“You son of a bitch.”

"sorry."

The secret agent who met the secret agent was not happy.

For the blind.

For the sake of Kangho.

For peace at the top of the galaxy.

There was no choice.

The mad horse kicked a rock while walking along the road.

As the stone flew violently somewhere with a thud sound, Izaeon, who saw it, did the same.

As a stone flew with a bang and shattered the window of a shop, Gwangma opened his eyes wide.

Lee Ja-eon, who was more shocked than anyone else after the accident, started to run away first and said this.

“Let’s go.”

"no······."

When Izaeon gestured as if to run away, the mad horse screamed.

“Youngest!”

"yes."

“Come here.”

The madman's expression turned fierce. As Lee Ja-eon approached him with a look of shock on his face, the madman took out a pouch from his bosom and handed a silver coin to Lee Ja-eon.

“Go and apologize. I’ll be waiting.”

Lee Ja-eon responded while receiving the silver in both hands.

"All right."

Gwangma stood on the street, staring blankly at Lee Ja-eon as she entered the store. A sigh escaped her lips.

On the one hand, I had this thought.

The leader had such a bad self······.

He came to his senses and said that there was no reason why he couldn't embrace that poor youngest son.

The secret agent Gwangma stood on the road for a while and waited quietly for the secret agent Lee Ja-eon to return.

Suddenly, the madman slapped his cheek.

I thought that if I were to teach a loser, I should first come to my senses.