Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 20

<Kwon Wang, Raise Your Level>

After listening to his brother's request to the end, Lee Ja-eon responded.

“······Kang Ho-sik, you should have done this a long time ago.”

Lee Hwa-eon nodded at Lee Ja-eon's monologue, which was somehow mixed with scolding.

“That’s right.”

Izaeon nodded as if accepting your request.

“I will look into it.”

Lee Hwa-eon stared blankly at her younger brother. Honestly, this was the first time in her life that she felt secure.

Lee Hwa-eon cleared his throat and then said.

“Thank you. You work hard.”

For a moment, the brothers locked eyes and then turned their heads simultaneously.

'Hey, Mr.······.'

'Tsk.'

It was an awkward moment and I almost fell into a state of confusion.

“I’m going.”

“Go.”

When Lee Hwa-eon disappeared as if he was busy, Lee Ja-eon, who was left alone, muttered while resting his chin on his hand with a serious expression.

“Things are getting more and more urgent.”

In fact, it wasn't that urgent. In any case, Lee Ja-eon planned to personally investigate Kang Ho-sik's teleportation system and apply it to the upper echelons. He thought it would be a difficult task to leave to merchants who knew how to sell goods.

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Danwooseong sat motionless in a moonlit room, eating his morning meal. His clothes were damp from the waste he'd excreted, and a musty smell permeated the room.

There's a story behind this smell.

The story also includes alcohol consumed sometime ago, toxic food that the body was unable to detoxify, and blood that became cloudy as a result.

On the journey from the fourth division to the fifth, his body had undergone a proper cleansing. It was the moment when the negative residue accumulated by the Grand Duke day by day was completely wiped away.

So what's the problem if the place you're staying is dirty?

Danwoo opened his eyes and saw the world more clearly than before. Just as his physical level had increased, so too had his five senses.

Danwoo Sung looked at his fist and injected brain energy into it.

The brain energy, originating from his heart, flowed out in a more distinct white color than before, wrapping around the back of his hand and extending to his fingers. When he extended his fingers, the brain energy, blooming like a mist, made a strange noise and spun around according to Danwoo Sung's will.

It was the fifth stage of the Baekjeonsimdan Gong.

Danwoo-seong chuckled.

“Okay.”

The sixth level (六段) refers to the level where one can completely wrap a body part (not just the hands) with the brain energy. The seventh level (七段) is a common expression and the prayer changes because the entire body can be wrapped with the brain energy.

The eighth and ninth stages refer to the level at which the brain energy is expressed externally, and the ultimate tenth stage is a kind of symbolic stage, signifying the realm of enlightenment where one can freely control the brain energy.

This is precisely why it's so difficult to achieve greatness in a sect that deals with brain power. Each level requires a long period of time to build up internal energy, or the constant need for elixirs.

However, Danwoosung had walked this path in his past life. He was more effective at using elixirs than anyone else.

Now, the expression on his face has subtly changed.

As the internal energy of the extreme yang gradually accumulated, her once pretty face gradually transformed into a tyrannical aura. As her beauty faded, the energy within her body began to influence her facial expression. It would be more accurate to say that her face had taken on a refreshing, vivacious quality. A person's face naturally changes depending on their state of mind and the experiences they've had.

Danwoo-seong got up and opened the door.

Even though it was late at night, the Ssangbo brothers were fighting off sleepiness by arm wrestling.

The twin brothers said, relaxing their posture.

“Are you finished?”

“Thank you for your hard work. What about a late-night snack?”

“I didn’t eat it.”

“I’m going to wash up for a bit, so let’s go to the cafeteria and eat together.”

"yes."

As Danwoo-sung went to wash, the Ssangbo brothers sniffed around, then went into their room and began to make their own bedding. These men were completely unaccustomed to being ordered around. They stripped off the sheets, opened the windows, and began cleaning the room. Then, they stopped and looked at each other.

A rumbling sound like thunder rumbled in my stomach at the same time.

Then he continued cleaning as if nothing had happened.

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The three of them ate their meal, smiling occasionally.

Just eating delicious food without any worries was bliss. Yuk Jin-bo said, looking at Dan Woo-seong.

"Brother, the atmosphere has changed. Have you become stronger?"

Dan Woo-seong nodded. Now, Dan Woo-seong was accustomed to the Ssangbo brothers' tone of voice. It was a firm, almost punchy tone. Dan Woo-seong responded like Yuk Jin-bo.

“It got stronger.”

Yuk Myung-bo said.

"Congratulations. And thank you again. The bed is more comfortable than before, and the food is fantastic. It's all thanks to you, brother. Most importantly, my brother and I have become much stronger."

Danwoo-seong smiled.

"It's far away. We'll become stronger than you can even imagine now. You and I."

The Twin Brothers spoke with a slightly different tone than what they usually said.

“I think the food tastes better because I get stronger every day.”

Yuk Myung-bo said.

“Now, even training is fun.”

Danwoo-seong nodded. This was something he considered more important than human understanding. The brothers were now enjoying the process of mastering martial arts.

Danwoo Sung deliberately kept his words to himself. They were both talented. He intended to teach and support them as best he could, but leave everything else as it was. It was impossible to predict how strong they would become.

Danwoo Seong spoke as if making a promise.

“Let’s get stronger. I want to get stronger. I want to go crazy.”

The Ssangbo brothers were learning Danwoo-seong's words, gaze, and even expressions, as if they were taking them to heart.

As his stomach grew full, Yuk Jin-bo asked with renewed motivation.

“Brother, shall we practice until dawn today?”

Danwoo-seong shook his head.

“No, it’ll be fine.”

As the twin brothers blinked, Danwoo-seong spoke.

"You too, just digest it and then sleep. We'll train you, but you should leave recovery to your bodies. You need even more rest time because you're learning the Black Ball Strike. Training until dawn is too much."

“Yes, I understand.”

Danwoo-seong sighed after sending the two back to the annex. He felt like there was another man in the house who needed to be trained rigorously.

The youngest, Lee Ja-eon.

Given his disposition and personality, it was clear he wouldn't jump into the business world. In fact, he didn't have the ability to do so. The business world wasn't easy, after all.

Danwoo Seong held his forehead for a moment and thought about it.

He wasn't physically better than the Ssangbo brothers, nor was he more patient than either of them. If I had to search for something truly outstanding, it would be Kang Ho-chung. He was a weakling in every way. At that moment, a phrase Lee Ja-eon often used to say when she was young flashed through my mind.

'The sword is truly the king of all weapons! Woohoohoohoo!'

Danwoo-seong muttered as he entered the residence.

“You crazy bastard.”

A passing squire was startled and responded.

"yes?"

"Oh, no. I was just talking to myself. Go inside and rest."

“Yes, Your Majesty, please sleep well.”

The way Danwooseong trains is something only the Ssangbo brothers can handle, but in Lee Ja-eon's case, he was the kind of person who would run away from home after training for a few days, saying he felt like he was going to die.

'How can I make this useless kid into a human being?'

Danwoo-seong, who was in his room and thinking, looked at the moon rising outside the window and thought.

'If I give up so easily, I won't be the king of the world.'

His swordsmanship was merely imitation, and he wasn't physically prepared like the Sega children. However, he planned to somehow link his characteristics as a gangster to a psychological warfare. Dan Woo-seong briefly sketched out his rough plan. After a moment, he added this name to his plan.

'An inevitable fate disguised as a coincidence.'

Suddenly, Danwoo Sung felt a sense of guilt, wondering if he really had to go this far, but he was determined to take good care of his family, siblings, and friends, so he pushed away the negative thoughts.

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The next day, three young martial artists stared blankly at the main gate of the Galaxy Tower. Their expressions were either displeased or dismayed.

'It looks like the top only has a lot of money, doesn't it?'

The three were Ouyangming, a swordsman and son of the Ouyang family, Ouyangyun, a Taoist priest, and Shinsobaek, the best chosen by his maternal family.

Those who did not come here, along with Grand Duke Ouyang Yi, were called the Four Great Masters of Ouyang.

What the three had in common was that they were all of similar age to the Grand Duke of the Galaxy.

This wasn't even the Kangho sect, and they were only dealing with a prince of the upper echelons. Sending the highest-ranking members of the Goyang clan or even the princes would have been nothing more than an adult harassing a child. It was Baek Do-man's stubbornness that prioritized saving face over anything.

The oldest, Guyangming, said this.

"What Father demands is that all three of us defeat the Grand Duke of the Galaxy once. It's a three-peat. So, we can't just kill them all. That won't restore our pride. Do you understand?"

Gu Yang-un nodded slightly.

“Yes, brother.”

Gu Yangming looked at Shin So-baek, who hadn't responded. Shin So-baek spat the dogtail grass he had been holding in his mouth onto the floor and gave a curt reply.

"Okay. But do you two plan on using weapons? I've always used long-range weapons, so I don't have any particular concerns."

They knew that the Grand Duke of the Galaxy's upper echelons used "fist." Since the Dukes of Gou Yang-se were naturally familiar with martial arts and fists, this was a problem they could consider.

Gu Yangming said.

“Wouldn’t it be more satisfying to hit with your bare hands?”

Guyangun tilted his head.

“I don’t have confidence, so I’ll just use a knife.”

Guyangming was impressed.

“Are you not confident?”

"Yes. Isn't he the man who defeated Mr. Guyanghu? Even though he was a collateral figure who had been pushed out of his family, he had a lot of experience in the martial world."

Gu Yangming chuckled.

"That bastard's ramblings about experience… He lost simply because he lacked the skills. What use is age and experience in the martial arts world? After all, the stronger one wins. We've been training since we could walk, so our training period is no less than that of Guyanghou."

Gu Yang-un smiled.

“Yes, please come in.”

As the Guyang brothers entered the upper reaches of the galaxy first, Shin So-baek looked around, observing the long wall and the surroundings.

“You’re doing well.”

Even a member of the Sega clan would be impressed. Unlike his two brothers from the main family, Shin So-baek warmed up in front of the Galaxy Merchant Gate. He neither looked down on his opponent nor deliberately praised him. Shin So-baek believed this would be his last time carrying out Sega's orders. He planned to join the Murim Alliance to escape the interference of his main family. Shin So-baek had summoned the person who had witnessed the secret martial arts and listened to the detailed description of the secret martial arts. No matter how much he thought about it, Shin So-baek concluded that this would not be an easy opponent.

<Kwon Wang, Raising the Level> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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