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Episode 196
The King of Power, the level of intimidation is different 1
When Beon Il-mun-ju spoke rudely to his father······.
Lee Shin-woo said this to the Japanese royal family.
“A man doesn’t have to laugh as often as he needs to breathe air into his lungs, but he should laugh often in front of people he likes.”
The head of the family, Beon Il-mun, replied.
"who?"
Lee Shin-woo continued speaking without paying attention.
“A man shouldn’t get angry often, but when he does,······.”
Lee Shin-woo said, pointing at the Japanese royal family with his finger.
“You told me to be as angry as fire. Sit down.”
The monks sat down as if they were all gathered together.
"Thank you for the welcome, Baekryongdaeju Aesongi. By the way, what kind of son of a bitch taught you that? Is that your father?"
Lee Shin-woo said.
"Upon hearing those words, Master Gwangsin responded: 'Shinwoo, a man has no need to smile in the first place. All he needs is the skill to strike the faces of those who laugh rashly. What does a man's expression really matter?' Upon hearing this, the leader of the Cheolmyeongho escort group said: 'Master, you are always right. That arrogant leader's words are not always right. I always consider Master's words to be the truth. Do you know what Master Gwangsin replied to this statement?"
After listening for a while, Beon Il-mun-ju asked curiously.
“Yeah. What did that fanatic who doesn’t die say?”
Lee Shin-woo looked straight at the Japanese Emperor and answered.
“Shut up.”
"what?"
When the head of the family, Beon Il-mun, frowned, Lee Shin-woo smiled faintly.
“······He answered like this.”
Then the father and son burst into laughter at the same time.
“Hahahahahahahaha······.”
Then, Danwoo Sung and Shinwoo burst into laughter and clinked their glasses.
The man who was not smiling alone sighed slightly and spoke to Lee Shin-woo.
"This crazy kid has lost his fear. You should know better than anyone that I didn't run away then."
At this time, the owner of the inn, who thought that the guest house was noisy and noisy, turned his head slightly and shouted.
“Shut up!”
At the command to shut up, glasses and dishes shattered everywhere, causing people to fall from their chairs or jump up in surprise. Realizing the arrival of the violent Kang Ho-in, the crowd began to descend the stairs with a thud.
In an instant, this floor was completely empty.
Only then did Beon Il-mun-ju speak to Lee Shin-woo with a slightly relieved expression.
"Let's cut the crap out of the way. So… did you learn it? You must have. Those who have mastered martial arts are all the same. They're all fascinated by the secret techniques, the swords, and the divine techniques. Are there any areas where you're stuck?"
Lee Shin-woo answered.
“There wasn’t any.”
“I guess this is what it means to be the best bloodline in the world.”
Lee Shin-woo shook his head.
"But this is not the path of man, so I have no intention of learning it. I've already burned the secret. Things like the Blue Jade Demon Body and the Blood Jade Demon Body are beyond human reach. I have no need for such magical arts. I asked my father, and he told me that even those who achieved great success in the Sun and Moon Art were all brutally defeated and killed by him. I have absolutely no reason to learn it."
The owner of the store sighed and grabbed the bottle of wine.
"You idiot, when did I tell you to learn that martial art and kill your father? Or to put the world of martial arts under your feet? You could train your whole life in martial arts and still never defeat your father. That's the reality. Are you saying you'll be born a great man and live in silence until your father dies? I made a big mistake. You wouldn't even recognize the opportunity to become a martial artist. The Sun and Moon Art is just a martial art. Depending on who uses it, it can become a magical art or a divine art. You idiot."
Thump······.
As Beonilmunju was drinking alone, he pointed to Danwooseong with his glass and said.
"Who's that guy with that stupid, out-of-style haircut? He's dressed like a Baekryongdae member, but he's older than you, so he must be a deputy commander."
Danwoo Sung pointed at himself with his finger.
'me?'
The head of the newspaper nodded.
"Yes, you. You pathetic brat. At your age, you're serving a superior who's younger than you. Isn't the world unfair? Somebody, the son of a leader, is already the leader of the Baekryongdae at such a young age, while you've been a soldier your entire life… What do you think?"
The man who made a living by causing discord among people seemed like a man who made a living by causing discord among people.
Danwoo Seong was showing interest, mistakenly thinking that he was Lee Shinwoo's subordinate.
Danwoo Seong replied.
“What are you thinking about? Life is inherently unfair.”
The head of the Buddhist temple asked.
“By the way, what did this kid do wrong? Why are you speaking informally to me?”
Danwoo Seong looked straight into Beonilmunju's eyes and replied.
“Then why are you speaking informally to me?”
“You’ve turned around.”
When the head of the clan leader raised his hand to slap Danwoo Seong, there was a loud thud and the head of the clan leader who was raising his hand suddenly turned around.
The benefactor was so flustered that he let out a sound filled with doubt.
"uh?"
The man who had been raising his hand lowered it and touched his cheek.
“Huh?”
The expression on the face of the benilmunju was astonished, as if he had already witnessed the creation of heaven and earth.
An earthquake was occurring in the pupil.
Moreover, he couldn't even tell whether he had been hit by the man in front of him or by Lee Shin-woo.
Because I didn't even see the hand come out.
After thinking about it for a while, I was confused as to whether I had been slapped or was dreaming.
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Because there was no way a powerful figure of his time would have been slapped. But what is this pain that still faintly touches his cheek?
The unfamiliar man, presumed to be the owner of the restaurant, was already eating a snack with chopsticks in hand.
No matter how I looked at it, it wasn't the attitude or expression of someone who had hit someone.
The monk Byeonilmun glared at Lee Shinwoo while holding his cheek.
“······?”
Lee Shin-woo was eating the tangchori stew with his chopsticks, and then he spoke nonchalantly as if he knew nothing.
"I told you I have no intention of learning. Let's have a go at the game we couldn't win last time after eating this. And we'll see who ran away. Wait a moment."
Danwoo-seong smiled faintly at his son while holding a glass of alcohol.
'Good job, son.'
The monk muttered.
“Huh, fuck······.”
Lee Shin-woo continued speaking while deliberately pouring alcohol into his father's glass with one hand and then pouring alcohol into his own glass with an extremely casual hand movement.
"The leader said that you seem to be a disciple of a gentleman or a descendant of a nobleman. He warned me to be careful, as your martial arts skills must be very high."
Only then did Beon Il-mun come to his senses.
“As expected, you’re spot-on. How is the leader?”
“You are so busy that it is difficult for me to see you.”
“Of course.”
The head of the household suddenly sighed in relief.
Lee Shin-woo asked.
“I was curious too. Were you a disciple of the gentleman?”
“Why should I tell you that?”
“If you don’t like it, then just quit. I’m not really curious about it.”
The head of the Buddhist temple asked.
“Who just slapped me in the face?”
Lee Shin-woo replied.
“A slap? Did you come after drinking during the day? No, we did.”
The rich man laughed at the same time.
“Hahahaha.”
Suddenly, the angry Beonilmunju grabbed the end of the table, intending to flip it over and throw it. But the table didn't fly away. Instead, he made a violent, savage motion with his hand, intending to throw it.
The table was glued to the floor, not moving at all.
It is understandable that there was no movement.
What was even more surprising was that the wood was not torn by the injected energy.
This time, the head of the Beonilmun clenched his jaw and took in the positions of Lee Shin-woo and Dan Woo-seong's arms.
Each person had one hand on the table, so it was impossible to tell who was stopping them.
The head of the newspaper nodded.
“Good. Baekryongdanju, it looks like you brought some pretty skilled people.”
In an instant, the face of the monk Beonilmunju, who had suddenly realized something, turned pale and spoke to Danwooseong.
“Are you, by any chance, Senior Shin?”
Recently, rumors of Gwangsin's rebellion against the law have been rife throughout the martial arts world. Furthermore, isn't Gwangsin a madman who has long been rumored to kill anyone who dares to tear apart their swords with his own hands?
Danwoo Sung raised his hand and nonchalantly patted Beonilmunju on the shoulder.
“I’m not a fanatic senior, so don’t be nervous.”
“Then who······.”
slam-!
A resounding sound of impact erupted, and the head of the benilmunju turned again. This time, the taste was as sharp as fireworks exploding before his eyes.
But this time too, the release was not confirmed.
Danwoo Seong said.
"What are you so curious about? You talk like you know everything. I guess there are things you don't know."
There were red finger marks on both cheeks of the Japanese monk.
Lee Shin-woo was both amazed and delighted to see a master like Beonilmunju rendered helpless by his father. However, Lee Shin-woo couldn't quite keep up with his father's pace, so he couldn't simply laugh in joy. All the teaching he had shown him so far had simply been done slowly, to make it easier to understand.
In terms of martial arts, he was a being of a completely different class.
The reason why the Byeonilmunju couldn't easily think of running away and stayed put was because he realized that Danwooseong was much faster.
I was a prisoner forced to watch the rich man's drinking party.
Danwoo-seong asked his son.
“Where did we leave off earlier?”
Shinwoo replied.
"No matter how strong you become, don't become a man like your gentleman master," he said.
“Right. That’s right. What about the interest?”
When Danwoo Seong pointed to the Beonilmunju, Shinwoo responded.
“It seems like he wants to be a gentleman like his master.”
Danwoo Seong said, glancing at Beonilmunju.
"That won't do. You shouldn't follow the path of a worthless, useless, worthless, trashy, swindler who won't help others and will ruin your own life."
The eyes of the Byeonilmunju darted restlessly from left to right, then right to left. The appearance of the martial arts leader, as confirmed by the facial features, was tall, with a bushy black beard. A white longsword hung from his waist, and a white dragon was depicted on his clothing. Therefore, in the Byeonilmunju's eyes, Danwooseong was neither a fanatic nor a martial arts leader.
So then who is it?
Lee Shin-woo replied.
"I'll keep that in mind. By the way, what should we do with this man who bravely came here on his own two feet?"
“What is the crime of the Japanese?”
"Like the old Odumi sect, they receive donations upon joining. They preach the transience of wealth, using the logic of burning the sun (燔), and the higher you climb the sect, the more you must donate. The sect's leaders live in luxury with this wealth. This absurd doctrine spread because they conspired to plunder the wealth. However, when I raided the branches, the wealth was still stored deep within each branch. This is a bizarre cult created to steal the wealth of the foolish and plunder the wealth of the rich."
Danwoo Seong replied.
“Did they commit murder, looting, arson, rape, or anything like that?”
"Yes. There were so many that it was impossible to count them all and report them to the Alliance. The leader of the Banilmun, in particular, possessed exceptional martial arts prowess. He repeatedly defeated the leaders of other sects who attacked from various regions, further solidifying his momentum. Therefore, the Martial Arts Alliance stepped forward to resolve the situation."
Danwoo Sung tapped his fingers on the table and looked at Beonilmunju.
"then······."
Danwoo-seong continued speaking while glaring at Beonilmunju.
“It is summary execution.”