Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 197

Episode 197

The King of Power, the level of intimidation is different 2

Danwoo Seong said to Beonilmunju.

"You charge in the direction you're facing. If you beat either of us, I'll let you go."

The head of the Buddhist temple asked.

"Is that true? I can't believe it. The White Dragon Lord is weaker than me."

Danwoo-seong deliberately provoked his son.

“You said you were weaker?”

"hmm."

"Is the descendant of a gentleman stronger? Is the son of a powerful king stronger? Your pride is about to be hurt."

As soon as his eyebrows rose in anger, Lee Shin-woo swung his sword at the head of the Beonilmunju.

Kwaaaaang!

As the leader of the Byeonilmun clan countered, each of their internal energy poured out from their attached palms.

Danwoo Sung glared at the two people with his brows narrowed.

Now, Danwoosung could clearly perceive the incoming, formless energy as if he were seeing it with his own eyes. Clearly, his son's internal energy was slightly lacking.

'Not bad. Still.'

One day, when he disappears from this world, his son will have to face these formidable enemies alone.

To be sure, it was Danwoo Sung who did not raise Shinwoo weakly.

He trained them rigorously to become the greatest in the world, looking down on the world for generations to come. So, even though his current internal energy was inferior to that of the Banil Clan Master, he hoped to find a way to kill him directly.

Just like how Danwoo-seong killed a gentleman who was stronger than him.

Because even though he was the king of martial arts, he wasn't the best in the world from the beginning.

Danwoo Seong spoke to his son in a calm tone.

"Focus. The tension battle is a competition of daily training results. Maintaining the tension before an explosion is patience. Manipulating your opponent's pushing and pulling forces to create variables is also skill. You can release your internal energy as if cutting it off, separating your palm, or holding onto your reserves and then striking with your opposite hand is ingenuity. The internal energy battle may seem simple on the surface, but if you delve deeper, it's a battle of internal energy and the five senses."

As time passed for a cup of tea, sweat beaded on Lee Shin-woo's forehead. Indeed, the gap in time had been significant; his internal energy was even deeper than that of the Banilmunju. To have endured this much was truly remarkable.

Danwoo-seong nodded and then said this out of the blue.

"You held out well. Have a drink, rest, and then challenge Moonju again. You two, gather your strength."

When Beon Il-mun and Lee Shin-woo looked at Dan Woo-seong with surprised expressions······.

Danwoo Seong narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke to Beonilmunju.

“Moonju, do you want to die by my hand like this?”

Only then did the Japanese commander realize the situation. His tone was overwhelmingly arrogant, and his threatening tone flowed naturally…

'Damn it, it was the leader. How could I not recognize him even though he was right in front of me!'

As the master of the Byeonilmun branch began to gradually withdraw his internal energy, at one moment, both of them simultaneously took their palms off and exhaled.

White breath was flowing out of the mouth of the Japanese monk.

What has been going on against the ice so far.

Danwoo Seong said to his son.

“The Lord of the Moons was a good opponent. Regardless of his personality.”

After taking a deep breath, Lee Shin-woo replied.

“Yes, he is my formidable opponent.”

Danwoo Sung kindly explained to his son why he had stopped the internal energy competition.

"My internal energy is certainly superior to yours. However, in a direct confrontation, I can't guarantee a victory. You're too young, and you've only had a short time to build up your internal energy. But you've fought fiercely against masters who are far more skilled than anyone else. You should be more confident in actual combat."

Lee Shin-woo nodded.

“Yes. I feel more comfortable in practice.”

Danwoo-seong poured alcohol into three glasses and gestured for them to drink.

“Then let’s finish drinking and go to a wider place.”

The head of the household asked Danwoo Seong as if he could no longer bear it any longer.

“Maybe you······.”

slam-!

The unexpected slap to the face sent Byeonilmunju flying from his chair and rolling across the floor of the guesthouse three or four times. By the time he had to confront Lee Shin-woo, Byeonilmunju had already suffered a devastating blow, enough to shake his bones.

Danwoo Seong spoke to Beonilmunju, who had a blank expression on his face.

"You keep your mouth shut. Even my gentlemanly master couldn't kill me in the end, so you dare to flail your tongue in front of me? If you flail your tongue just once, I'll tear you limb from limb and give you to my fanatic master as a birthday present. I'm sure he'll still be delighted."

Only then did the Byeonilmunju tremble. The King of Fists was an opponent of a different order, one he could not defeat.

The man Danwoo Sung was threatening was Beonilmunju, and Lee Shinwoo, who was listening along, also swallowed his saliva.

Because I had never seen how my father dealt with the enemy before.

It was literally like he was going to tear his opponent apart.

When Danwoo Sung raised his glass, Lee Shinwoo also quietly raised his glass.

“Drink.”

The rich man drank his wine at the same time.

Danwoo Seong pointed to this empty floor with his finger and spoke to Beonilmunju.

"You'll pay for everything from here on out. If you run away, I'll chase you down and kill you. Get up."

When Beonilmunju got up first and headed for the stairs, Danwooseong looked at his son and smiled.

Shinwoo felt like he had a lot to learn today.

It was a joyous and surprising thing that the father I saw in the martial arts world and the father I saw in the martial arts world were as different as heaven and earth.

Until now, I thought that the title of "Murim Maengju" was an appropriate title to describe my father, but now that I think about it, I think that his old nickname, "Kwon Wang," is actually his true identity.

And he himself was suddenly the son of the king of power.

…When the three people arrived at the empty lot······.

Danwoo Sung reached out and hurled a swarm of lightning flowers. The lightning flowers, which had seemed to be flying around indiscriminately, were now precisely positioned in all four directions, marking the areas of the temporary demilitarized zone.

Danwoo Seong said.

“If you leave, it will be considered as running away.”

The head of the household gritted his teeth.

Somehow, he felt like those ominous white flowers were a noose squeezing him.

Of course, the prediction of the Japanese colonial government is correct.

Danwoo Seong planned to burn the head of the Beonilmun clan to death on the spot if his son ever came into danger. He would do so faster than he could slap the head of the Beonilmun clan.

Danwoo Seong looked at the referee with his hands behind his back.

“Get started.”

Has there ever been a more terrifying confrontation for the King of the Japanese?

Because the greatest man in the world was watching from the side, and it was a moment when he had to fight the son of that greatest man in the world.

Naturally, there was no choice but to catch Lee Shin-woo by any means necessary and beg the leader to spare his life.

But there was a question as to whether Lee Shin-woo was such an easy opponent.

The head of the family looked at Lee Shin-woo.

“A fight is a fight, but I will spare your life.”

Lee Shin-woo replied.

“Shit.”

Lee Shin-woo had no intention of yielding, so he launched the first attack. True to his father's advice, he was more confident in actual combat. While internal strength requires time, combat wasn't.

From a young age, he was constantly beaten by his uncle Myeong-ho, mentored by the Gwangsin Master, and trained in ice fighting by his mother. As an adult, he couldn't count the number of times his maternal grandfather had him grabbed by the collar and knocked him to the ground. His daily routine of brutal fights with his father was so brutal that he questioned whether he was truly his own son.

There was nothing to fear other than the fact that my internal energy was a little lacking.

Beon Il-mun and Lee Shin-woo exchanged tension.

Only then did Beon Il-mun-ju, who had been skillfully fending off the various attacks of Lee Shin-woo, who had a good teacher, breathe a sigh of relief.

Although the young Aesongi fought well, he did not have the internal energy to overwhelm him.

Anyway, this match was close.

Suddenly, Danwoo-seong widened the distance a little more.

It meant to fight to your heart's content.

At one point, Danwoo Sung shouted at Lee Shinwoo with his arms crossed.

“Your side just got empty! Where are you looking!”

In fact, the Japanese scholar's heart sank.

It was scary because he found his own weaknesses just by looking at them.

But for Lee Shin-woo, it was a familiar rebuke. He'd heard so many times the admonition not to miss an opportunity, that his mind calmed down.

By the way, the Beonilmunju was still a strong opponent for Lee Shin-woo.

'It's much stronger than I thought.'

Taekwondo wasn't working, and Baekhwajangbeop wasn't effective because of the lack of internal energy. My father's Baekjeonshipdan Gong required even more internal energy, so it wasn't a strategic option in this fight. He simply continued to attack, waiting for the Byeonilmunju's weakness to show up.

Fortunately, my father was just watching silently for now.

It was proof that he was coping well.

Then, suddenly, Lee Shin-woo thought of a way to easily win this match. However, it was clearly a trick. He thought it was a ploy that might get him a serious scolding from his father.

'It's better than losing, though.'

Lee Shin-woo, who had been exchanging fierce tension, glared at Beon Il-mun-ju with his brows narrowed.

'I'm sorry, but… you should freeze to death.'

Lee Shin-woo, who had been momentarily pushed back by the onslaught of the Japanese Martial Arts, soared into the air and unleashed the skill, "All-White Night," which unleashed a wide-area cold energy.

A white cold energy burst out from Lee Shin-woo's body like a wave of air.

Even though he was startled, Beonilmunju raised his sword and shattered the cold air rushing in.

At that moment, Lee Shin-woo, who had suddenly fallen due to the mysterious phenomenon of Seol-i (a snowfall of enormous volume) that was similar to Cheon Geun-chu's principle, reached out with both hands and grabbed both arms of Beon Il-mun-ju, and immediately performed the extremely dangerous Seol-ui-go-dok (Snow Clothes Solitude).

Lee Shin-woo's five virtues, which unfolded the seasonal scenes of Seolsan Baekga one after another, were not ordinary.

Then, both Beon Il-mun and Lee Shin-woo were simultaneously enveloped in a pure white cold air and froze for an instant.

Danwoo-seong sighed.

"This foolish son trusts his father and does all sorts of things. Oh my, my fate."

Of course, Danwoo Sung and Baekyak didn't teach their son the secret of Seoluigodok without a plan. In such a frozen state, they taught him how to transform into Baekjeonshipdan Gong on his own to thaw the chill.

The problem was that it didn't seem like Lee Shin-woo's internal energy would remain at its usual level.

Danwoo Sung's new form seemed to waver, then he grabbed his son's frozen hand and easily pulled it away. As Danwoo Sung's inner energy surged into his son, the coldness engulfing Lee Shinwoo's body melted away like a peeling layer of skin.

Lee Shin-woo blinked his eyes with a surprised expression and then said.

“Father, I’m sorry. I hate losing.”

"hmm······."

Danwoo Sung tilted his head as if he couldn't help it, then replied.

“This is a joint attack.”

“That’s true.”

“Well, he’s a bad guy, so there’s nothing I can do.”

"thank you."

As Danwoo-seong brushed his son's shoulder with his hand a few times, the cold air clinging to his clothes completely disappeared.

Meanwhile, the monk Beonilmunju was engulfed in a pure white cold air and did not move at all.

For a moment, the richest man in the world looked at the frozen Beonilmunju.

Lee Shin-woo asked.

"Can I solve this alone? It's a lonely situation."

Danwoo-seong shook his head.

"This guy isn't even a small-time hero who managed to free himself from the loneliness of Seol-ui. How is that even possible?"

The king of the Japanese Empire ascended to heaven in this state.

Because the loneliness of the snow is like an ice hell.

Still, as he was a descendant of a gentleman, he needed to make sure things ended well.

Danwoo Seong said to his son.

"Why do you only use your mother's martial arts? Do I look weaker?"

"Of course not. Of course, my father is stronger, outside of the house."

“That’s true.”

Danwoo-seong gestured at the frozen Beonilmunju with his chin and gave his son an order.

"Destroy it. It's all about the loneliness and the solstice. It's better to destroy things like the holidays at your maternal home."

Lee Shin-woo's solitude could not have been perfect. It meant using his thunder fist to shatter the frozen corpse.

Lee Shin-woo nodded and turned his right shoulder once.

As the son of the king of power, he finishes with his fists.

As Lee Shin-woo stroked his right fist with his left, a surge of brain energy formed in his fist. Then, Lee Shin-woo's fist slammed into Beon Il-mun-ju's face.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!