Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 21

< The King of Power, in the midst of true education >

“He’ll be out soon. Would you like a cup of tea?”

The men from the Guyang family staying in the main hall shook their heads at Sibi's question. They planned to go out and resolve the issue even after eating.

Ouyangming urged.

“The car is fine, so tell them to come out quickly.”

When he showed up without any notice and rushed her, Shin So-baek frowned and turned his head away.

At this time, the Ssangbo brothers suddenly entered the main hall, and Yuk Myeongbo spoke to the three of them in a stern tone.

“The Grand Duke has invited you to the annex. There is a spacious room there where you can practice martial arts.”

As the three people rose from their seats, they looked at the Ssangbo brothers.

These men bore the marks of external training all over their bodies. How could this be the appearance of a warrior from the upper ranks? The three men glanced at each other, then followed the Ssangbo brothers to the annex.

The three people opened their eyes wide as soon as they arrived at the annex.

The spaciousness of the place was impressive, but the large screen that was placed to prevent interference with training was also noteworthy.

The twin brothers asked from outside the screen.

“Your Highness, the Goyang clan has brought in the warriors.”

“You guys wait.”

"yes."

Gu Yangming spoke as if he was nervous.

“That’s really grand.”

As the three of them pulled back the curtain, which could be considered a makeshift entrance, and entered, a man, his whole body glistening with sweat, turned around. It was Danwoo Sung, naturally immersed in his training, as there had been no word of his arrival.

Danwoo Sung felt uncomfortable looking at the three people.

From the King's perspective, they are his juniors.

It was only after seeing their opponents that I realized my situation was strange. There was no way they would regard the Grand Duke of the Galaxy as their senior.

Danwoo-seong stared at the three men, frozen for a moment. The words, "I am the king of power," lingered in his mouth.

To Danwoo Sung, the nickname "Kwon Wang" was more important than his past or present name. He greeted him, promising that one day, without even mentioning his name, everyone would once again call him "Kwon Wang."

“Thank you for coming such a long way.”

The changed atmosphere in Danwoosung's voice was undeniably patriotic. At first glance, his tone was stiff, but it was so natural that the three couldn't criticize him. After all, it was a day where skill was the more important factor. Ouyangming introduced himself first.

“Guyangse is Guyangmyeong.”

“This is Guyangun.”

“It’s Shin So-baek.”

Danwoo-seong nodded. Just by listening to their speech, he could tell what kind of personality the three had.

He was a man with a hint of arrogance, a man who could slyly conceal his true self, and a man with a somewhat easygoing air. Regardless of his abilities, from Danwoo Sung's perspective, Shin So-baek caught his eye the most.

Danwoo Seong said.

“The method of non-combat will be decided by the Guyangse family.”

Since it seemed like he didn't care how it turned out, Guyangming immediately responded.

"We will fight in the order we were introduced. Regardless of the outcome, we will have three one-on-one duels, and then I will report the results to my family. If you are injured, I will give you time to heal, no matter how many days it takes. It seems Guyanghou's guests have been rambling, but don't worry about that. Today's three duels will be our last."

The Guyangse clan is also a proud force. Danwoo Seong also looked somewhat surprised.

Gu Yang-un smiled faintly and continued his brother's words.

"Mr. Guyanghu is someone who's caused a lot of financial trouble. I wasn't particularly surprised when the bad news reached my family. He's always caused trouble whenever there's an internal investigation. His non-combat actions were justified, so there's no reason to take issue with them. However, I'll show you his martial arts skills through non-combat actions."

It was a fitting response, and I liked it. Danwoo-seong nodded and looked at Shin So-baek.

Shin So-baek said with a sly smile.

"I apologize for the unannounced visit. Anyway, let's take a break. I think His Majesty needs a drink of cool water to catch your breath."

Danwoosung looked at the three men, and it seemed they were even more thirsty. Perhaps because they had entered what he believed to be enemy territory, they hadn't even drank tea or water. He asked them a question, as if to pry them apart.

“The dried persimmons are quite tasty. Would you like to try them together?”

Shin So-baek stared blankly at Dan Woo-seong and then answered first.

“Let’s do that. I’m thirsty right now.”

Danwoosung spoke towards the outside of the curtain.

“Progress.”

"yes."

A thumping noise was heard outside, and Yuk Jin-bo himself appeared, carrying a large pitcher filled with several glasses and dried squid on a stand. As the large man performed the duties of a servant, the guests watched with wide eyes.

'Were you a servant?'

It was difficult for them to understand the mental world of the twin brothers.

Danwoo Seong said.

“Myeongbo, come in too. Let’s drink together.”

Of course, the Archduke's mentality was also unfamiliar. He meant to share with his servants. Danwoo Sung had never considered the Ssangbo brothers as servants, so it was merely a minor misunderstanding between the three of them who had grown up in a wealthy family.

When Yuk Jin-bo shared the drink, the Guyang brothers, who had never asked to drink, also accepted the drink.

Dan Woo-sung personally poured the dried fruit into each man's glass. The five men holding the glass filled with dried fruit looked only at Dan Woo-sung. The Ssangbo brothers were in no mood to drink until Dan Woo-sung asked them to, while the other Guyang brothers remained concerned that the drink might be poisonous.

But there was no way it could be poisonous.

Danwoo Seong said.

“Thank you for coming such a long way.”

As Danwoo-seong drank down the refreshing dried fruit, Shin So-baek also emptied his glass in one gulp. Then the Ssangbo and Guyang brothers drank together.

The dried fish soup was so refreshing that even the men from Guyangse were surprised, and the taste was also amazing.

Shin So-baek said with a smile.

“It’s top-notch.”

Danwoo-seong nodded.

“Let’s get started.”

Shin So-baek spoke as if he was hitting a player.

“I will wait outside, as the spectatorship may affect the combat.”

Shin So-baek stepped outside the screen without asking the Guyang brothers for their consent. Then the Ssangbo brothers also left without a word. Guyang-un met his brother's eyes and spoke.

“Okay, then.”

Gu Yangming, who was nervous inside, waved his hand and tried to pretend to be relaxed.

Ouyang Ming gazed at the Grand Duke of the Galaxy Sector anew. Why did he feel like he was facing not a Grand Duke of the Sector, but a man who had been rough around the edges in the martial world? He didn't look like the kind of man who had defeated Ouyang Hou by sheer luck.

With only the two left, Dan Woo-seong slightly distanced himself from Gu Yang-myeong and extended a hand toward him.

“Are you ready?”

Ouyangming was about to say he would use his long sword, but stopped himself. His opponent seemed strong. He intended to counter with his long sword for now, then draw his sword at some point. Ultimately, winning and returning was more important. The fact that no one would see him because of the screen was also a relief.

“I’m ready.”

At Gu Yang-myeong's words, Dan Woo-seong tilted his head and asked.

“By the way, aren’t you going to pull out the black one?”

I omitted the words, "You'll regret it."

Gu Yangming replied with a strange expression.

“I’ll figure it out.”

The goal was to fight three times and win three times, but Gou Yangming was already nervous.

Dan Woo-seong looked at Gu Yang-myeong, who did not take the initiative, and laughed inwardly.

'His reputation… I'll go.'

Danwoo Sung closed the distance with his Oryoshin method, unleashing a seemingly unorthodox attack. At first glance, it seemed uncouth, but it was remarkably swift. The sound of wind slicing could be heard as his fist flew out.

Guyangming was startled and responded with a pair of swords.

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A cheerful sound of "paang" erupted from within the screen, and Guyangmyeong, who was holding his sword out, was pushed out with a "chijijijijiji" sound.

Guyangming had his left hand folded behind his right, and his posture was low on horseback, as if he was blocking with all his might.

Rather, the facial expression was spectacular.

'what?'

I was more surprised by the speed than the strength. The fight could have ended in a single blow. Furthermore, the floor was etched with two lines of marks from Guyangming's feet.

Then, the entire side of the curtain, which had lost its balance, tilted and fell over.

Gu Yang-un approached his brother and spoke in a small voice.

“Brother, draw your sword.”

“It’s noisy.”

Shin So-baek was staring blankly at Gu Yang-myeong as if he had expected it.

Gu Yangming made a gesture of shaking his hand and blurted out words mixed with bravado.

“It’s okay. It’s pretty good.”

As Guyangmyeong retreated back into the screen, the Ssangbo brothers began to re-erect the fallen pole. They looked indifferent, as if it were a natural consequence.

The Grand Duke's words were heard from inside.

“See you again.”

Guyangming replied.

“Shut up!”

“Hahaha… Come this way. Let’s fight in the center.”

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Guyangun, who had been watching, suddenly took a few steps and slumped down in a suitable spot. It was a place where the shadows of the Grand Duke and Guyangming reflected on the screen were clearly visible.

Let's look at Guyangun with his arms crossed······.

This time, the battle resumed thanks to Guyangming's advance.

Pubbubububububu!

The sharp, crisp sound of the blows erupted in short, punctuated bursts, as if the two men's fists had clashed in quick succession. Furthermore, the shadows of the two men moved as if dancing. Occasionally, fists and palms clashed, producing a lively sound.

Taang!

Gu Yang-un could tell just by looking at his shadow that the Grand Duke's magic was superior to his brother's.

'Damn it, I told you to use your sword. That bastard's stubbornness…'

Gu Yang-un, who had been staring intently through the screen, suddenly turned his gaze to the Ssangbo brothers. The two blunt-faced men stared in the opposite direction of the screen, seemingly uninterested in the battle. Gu Yang-un turned his head, wondering if there was anything there, but to his absurd surprise, there was nothing.

'What a strange place with strange people.'

This wasn't an ordinary upper room. At this moment, the sound of a sword being drawn made Guyangun turn his head.

'I should have picked it earlier!'

As soon as Guyangun drew his sword, the screen blew back and forth in the sword wind. The speed of their clash was accelerating. The Grand Duke, dodging the sword with a divine technique, seemed even more impressive than his brother, who was unleashing a barrage of attacks. Even though Guyangun was a Taoist, he knew his brother's swordsmanship better than anyone else. Following his brother's initial movements with his eyes, Guyangun smiled with satisfaction.

'······Now that I've deployed the Wall Sword Screen, it'll be hard to block what comes next.'

Guyangming, who had created a sword curtain of energy that blocked the opponent's vision by forming an inverted triangle in the air, thrust his sword into the center of the curtain.

Even if you look at the state of the shadow······.

Ouyangming's sword swung straight down, approaching the Grand Duke's body. But then a whoosh! A sound was heard, and the two men suddenly stopped moving.

Guyangun got up from his seat without realizing it.

'What? A showdown of internal energy?'

Guyangun's mouth opened slightly. It seemed as if the Grand Duke of the Galaxy had caught Guyangming's sword with his bare hands. Yet, the sword remained motionless, locked in a battle of internal energy.

First, Guyanghou's sword began to tremble, and the vibration spread to Guyanghou's arm.

The moment the two men raised their internal energy, the entangled energy surged outward. The curtain hanging from the pole swung open with a "boo!" sound, revealing the two men grappling for a brief moment.

The sword body was soaked in the Archduke's white aura.

The curtain came down again, replacing the two figures with shadows······.

Gu Yangming stifled a short scream and stepped back. He staggered, barely regaining his composure, before a moment of suffocating silence engulfed him.

The problem was that Guyangming's sword was still in the Grand Duke's hand.

The Grand Duke's voice flowed out.

“It was a fun fight. The swordsmanship was definitely better than the fighting style.”

Guyangming was unable to respond behind the screen.

<The King of Power, in the midst of true education> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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