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Episode 191
King of Kwon, Who is the God of War 1
Danwoo Seong was looking through the Murim Alliance's bulletin board when he read the description attached to a soldier's uniform.
"The Purple Cloud Staff. Sturdy and heavy, the heaviest weapon in the world. It's a sacred artifact of the lost Great Cloud Light Sect. The Great Cloud Light Sect's very existence and history were erased by its last leader, but this sacred artifact remains."
Danwoo-seong looked at Ja-ha-gon.
It was an iron gong with a faint purple hue. However, there was no indication of what kind of iron it was made of, and not a single scratch was visible.
When Danwoo Seong caught it, it was as cold as if it had just been taken out of ice.
Danwooseong's opponent is Geomseong.
Although Geomseong was the last of the three gods, the public opinion was that the reason he was the last was simply because he was younger than Samsin. In other words, Geomseong's skills were as equal as if Samsin Ilseong were tied together under one nickname.
Moreover, it is now the best sword in the volcano and the best sword in the world.
It would have been arrogant to stand up to the best sword in the world with the White Soul Sword, so I couldn't help but be drawn to this weapon.
Anyway, Kwon Wang Dan Woo-seong is a man who fights with his bare hands.
By the time Jahagon's effect wore off, I would have become quite familiar with the Volcanic Sword Technique.
If they raised their level and fought with their bare hands like they did when facing the Demonic Prince, it was clear that the Hwasanpa and the Murim Alliance would be at odds for a long time.
Anyway, the swordsman will die.
Danwoo Seong held Jaha-gon in his hand and turned it around, secretly admiring it.
'It's really heavy.'
The circumference was so thick that the thumb and middle finger holding it could not reach it, and its length rose a foot (about 30 cm) higher than Danwoo's head.
It could be considered a heavier, longer, and more durable weapon than the iron umbrella.
Danwoo Seong left the palace holding this Jaha-gon.
The place where the duel with the swordsman will take place is not the Murim Alliance, but the wide training ground of the Baekgeommun surrounded by high walls on all sides.
It was the optimal location to limit outside observation and keep the results of the military drills secret, and it was also a suitable location to prepare for any unexpected incidents.
This is because the father-in-law and wife waiting at Baekgeommun were rare strong men.
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Geomseong had already arrived at Baekgeommun and was waiting for the leader.
The number of visitors was small, as promised by the leader.
The swordsmen of the Hwasan faction brought by the Hwasan Sword Master, Hwa Eun-wol and Cheol Myeong-ho from the Murim Alliance, and Baek I-gyeol and Baek Yak from the Baekgeommun were the observers.
Everyone waited silently for the arrival of the martial arts leader.
Even the leader's son, Shinwoo, was waiting for his father in Baekyak's arms.
After a while, Danwoo Seong opened the main gate of Baekgeommun and appeared alone.
Those who had gathered and waited looked at Danwoo-seong as if they were at a loss for words for a moment.
Danwoo Seong is wearing a plain martial arts uniform, without even the white dragon robe, the symbol of the leader.
Moreover, he was carrying something like a long iron club on his shoulder.
As expected, he was a young martial arts leader.
If you roam the world wearing clothes and carrying weapons like that, who would consider you the leader of the martial arts world?
A young man from the martial arts world, looking for a fighting partner, was looking around at those waiting at the main gate of Baekgeommun.
Hwa Eun-wol looked at Cheol Myeong-ho.
“Iron Man, did the leader use a club too?”
Cheol Myeong-ho tilted his head.
“Well, this is my first time seeing it too.”
The Hwasan Sword Master was equally embarrassed. He looked at the Murim Alliance observers and asked.
“I heard that the leader’s nickname is Fist King.”
Hwa Eun-wol answered Hwasan Geomseong's words as she took the lottery ticket.
"I guess Senior Swordsman was feeling burdened by his sword. Who could possibly fight him barehanded?"
The volcanic swordsman replied with a smile.
“Don’t flatter me. I guess that’s a strategy.”
Then, Geomseong extended his hand to Danwooseong and welcomed him.
“Come in, leader.”
Danwoo Seong asked as he approached with Jaha-gon slung over his shoulder.
“Senior, are you ready?”
It means let's fight right away······.
Geomseong stepped forward with a truly refreshing smile.
“They were prepared from the moment they came down the volcano.”
Danwoo-seong nodded.
“That’s good.”
The atmosphere between the leader and the former leader of the Hwasan faction was noticeably different from when they first met.
Because there is a match coming up.
Dan Woo-seong appears in his office with his Baekryongpo removed.
He was the leader of the martial arts world and now he was just a martial arts king who was trying to destroy his challengers.
Danwoo-seong took his place in the center first, then briefly looked around at Baekyak, his son, and his father-in-law. He didn't even feel like saying hello.
Only then did Danwoo-seong, who had pinned Ja-ha-gon to the floor, speak to Geom-seong.
“Take the challenge.”
At the words "Challenge," the veins on Geomseong's forehead flared. It was a difficult claim to refute, for he was already considered the greatest martial arts leader in the world.
The blacksmith spoke as he slowly closed the distance.
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“Leader, it seems like you’ve pulled out a pillar of the Murim Alliance.”
Danwoo Sung responded by flicking Jaha-gon's finger.
“It is said to be the heaviest and strongest weapon among those kept by the Murim Alliance.”
As Danwoo-seong explained kindly, Geomseong nodded.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Because the martial arts leader had called for a challenge, Geomseong had to strike first. In his long years in the martial arts world, Geomseong had almost no memory of striking first.
Embarrassment spread into laughter.
“The leader of the martial arts world, the best in the world… The old man who learned the sword in the volcano asks for teachings.”
As Geomseong began to reveal his prayers, Danwooseong also erased the thought of ending this battle appropriately.
It was a non-combat situation where neither side had any ill feelings towards the other. However, if Danwoo-seong were faced with a situation where he could only survive by killing his opponent during the fight, he would kill Geomseong without a second thought.
Because my wife is watching, my son is watching, and my father-in-law is watching.
And it was even more so because he was still the leader of the martial arts world.
The old man asked with a worried look on his face.
“Are you someone I can give my all to?”
Even the Black Sword seemed to have realized that a proper swordsmanship wasn't enough. Therefore, this question was also a question of whether he was prepared to die.
Danwoo Seong said.
“Please do your best.”
I omitted the rest of the story, but I think the swordsman also understood.
The swordsman, who had been at a considerable distance, slowly closed the distance, then drew his sword while floating slightly in the air and swung it straight away.
A ray of light stretched out along the sword's trajectory.
In an instant, rays of light divided into upper, middle, and lower parts arrived at the same time before Danwoo-seong's eyes.
It was a sword spirit even before we even faced each other.
At the same time, Baekyak, who was holding Shinwoo, let go of one hand. He was ready to strike back at any moment if any dangerous tension or sword energy surged toward his son.
Danwoo Seong took a position behind Jaha-gon and immediately grabbed Jaha-gon by pulling up the brain with his left hand.
Crackle!
In an instant, three lines of brain energy extended from Jahagon and struck down the sword energy that was rushing in.
The swordsman who arrived just in time swung the Immortal Sword, which had been passed down to the first swordsman of the Hwasan clan for generations.
The trajectory of the Immortal Sword was not typical.
I avoided the Jahagon that was standing straight on the ground and focused on stabbing Danwoo Seong's body.
As if there was no pillar called Jahaon······.
The two evaded each other's attacks, exchanged blows, and even exchanged golden-nail techniques. After deploying over a dozen initial attacks, the Immortal Sword finally struck Ja-ha-gon.
At that moment, Danwoo-seong pushed Ja-ha-gon, who had been hit by the Immortal Sword, with his finger and injected brain energy into him.
Bang! Crackle······!
The scene that followed seemed to show Danwoo Sung's fingers and Jaha-gon becoming one.
To keep the pillar known as Ja-ha-gon from colliding, Danwoo-seong supported it with his fingers every time the Immortal Sword struck it. The speed and precision of his technique were uncanny.
Is it true that the Volcano Sword Technique doesn't work at all?
Or is it because now, with the level of swordsmanship, there is nothing that can be done about Dan Woo-seong?
Every time the sword and the sword clashed, sparks flew.
Sometimes, when it seemed like a loud noise was about to occur, Baekyak would cover one of Shinwoo's ears with his hand while holding him in his arms, and cover the other ear with his arm.
No matter how hard Geomseong swung his Immortal Sword, it seemed impossible to cut through this strange iron club. It was already strong, but the leader, preparing for any unforeseen circumstances, constantly infused it with energy, making it even stronger.
'What a curious response.'
After calming down his slightly flustered mind, Geomseong followed Danwooseong, who was wandering around Jahagon while unfolding all kinds of variables.
From left to right, from right to left······.
Danwoo Seong, who had been holding Ja-ha-gon alternately with his left and right hands, unfolded his brain and then poured out his brain power, allowing Geomseong to see with his own eyes how he would react.
The sword retreated, floating in the air.
The range of the brain stem is one jump.
The King of Fist's brainwave was cut in the air by the sword, and when it reached the ground······.
In an instant, the distance between the two people widened.
After taking a deep breath, Geomseong looked into the sky.
Danwoo Seong, who had pulled out the heavy Jahaon, was falling from the air.
The swordsman, who was in a dilemma about whether to block with his sword or just dodge, widened the distance again.
Because the leader's momentum was too fierce.
As Geomseong retreated, he swung his sword left and right. A reddish sword energy surged out like a stream, attacking Danwooseong's body as if it were about to tear it into a ? (an old expression for 五).
Purbuck!
Danwoo Seong turned Jaha-gon with both hands and slammed it into the ground.
Phew!
Then, Geomseong straightened his sword and unleashed a wave of energy.
The purple energy that wrapped around the Immortal Sword was swept away by the wind and scattered like plum blossoms.
When Danwoo Sung injected Baekjeonshipdan-gong into Jaha-gon, Jaha-gon, which was originally purple, turned white.
The sound of the sword and the sound of the staff mixed together in the air.
The blacksmith made up his mind.
'Oh, if I don't fight dangerously today, I won't win.'
In an instant, Geomseong erased the volcano. All worries and anxieties, all consideration for others and all fears about the outcome, were shattered, leaving only a single sword in his heart.
'The best sword in the world is the best sword in the world.'
The words passed down through generations in the Geomseong family struck my heart deeply.
Geomseong and Danwooseong faced off again.
The swordsman who was charging forward instinctively prepared a quick sword strike as an ominous sense of unease crossed his mind.
Before the swordsman could even rush in······.
A lightning bolt struck from Jaha-gon.
In the blink of an eye, six or seven brain poles stretched out and covered the black castle.
The swordsman held out his sword as if it were nothing, then injected energy into it while visualizing a counterattack.
Then, the fluttering plum blossoms simultaneously covered the brain.
Even though the two people's field of vision wasn't very clear, their eyes moved as they assessed each other's positions.
Geomseong raised his sword in a hurry and cut through the lightning and plum blossoms floating in the air, blocking Ja-Hon who had arrived.
Kwaaaaaaaah!
Before the loud noise, Baekyak, who was holding Shinwoo, slid back and entered the house, covering Shinwoo's ears. No matter how much I thought about it, this was the end of my son's spectacle.
There would be a loud noise that would be difficult for the baby to handle.
Shinwoo, held in Baekyak's arms, frowned.
It looked noisy.
Baekyak spoke to his son who still could not understand language.
“Son, just look around here.”
As a series of deafening roars erupted outside, Baekyak, holding his son in his arms, entered the depths of the Baekgeommun Gate, humming a song mixed with his inner energy. He intended to use his inner energy to drown out the deafening roar.
I was curious about the outcome of Baekyakdo, but I couldn't help it because I was a mother.
And so, Baekyak's song resonated softly throughout Baekgeommun. Everyone knew it was Baekyak singing while caring for a baby, so no one responded.
Danwoo Sung heard Baekyak's song, which is usually hard to hear······.
A smile naturally appeared on my lips.
'I guess I was being noisy.'
In that case, we have no choice but to compete while maintaining silence······.
Danwoo Sung, who had been repeatedly harassing Geomseong with Jahagon, slammed Jahagon into the ground again. Geomseong, whose hands had been numb from constantly repelling Jahagon, took a deep breath and exhaled again.
The blacksmith didn't feel bad either.
The fight was fierce, but neither man lost his manners.
There was a sense of class throughout the flowing rain.
The swordsman said.
“Your Majesty, you are truly wonderful.”
Danwoo Seong, who was moving away from Jaha-gon, said while showing his bare hands.
“Senior, you should show us more today.”
“Now, is the King of Fists appearing?”
Danwoo-seong shook his head slightly.
“With just the nickname and identity of the King of Fists, I couldn’t defeat the Demon King.”
“I heard the rumors. How did you win?”
“Just with the intention of becoming a martial god.”
Geomseong held out his left hand.
“I miss you. Please.”
Since the disciples of the volcano were watching, he omitted the words that he wanted to see them even if it meant dying.
As Danwoo-seong nodded, Geomseong extended his hand towards his disciples.
“I will also prepare the greatest gift that a volcano can give.”
One of his disciples walked up to him and handed him a sword.
Then, the swordsman holding the twin swords turned towards Danwoo Seong.