Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 22

<Because the king is a warrior>

As he walked out, Guyangmyeong's face turned as white as a sheet of paper.

The Grand Duke had mastered all of Ouyang Shi's martial arts and swordsmanship, his internal energy was lacking, and his speed was beyond his grasp. What infuriated Ouyang Shi the most was that the Grand Duke didn't exert all his strength, but rather leisurely examined his techniques as if he were just watching Ouyang Shi's martial arts.

This is why the fight lasted so long. If they had fought with proper skill, the fight wouldn't have lasted this long.

Guyangming was deeply wounded not only on his face but also in his heart.

As Guyangun approached, Guyangming waved his hand as if he did not want to speak.

Then, Guyangun deliberately grabbed Guyangming with both hands and injected some internal energy into him.

“Brother, come to your senses.”

Gu Yang-yun deliberately squeezed Gu Yang-myeong's shoulder. Gu Yang-myeong frowned as he spoke.

“What are you doing?”

Gu Yang-un replied.

“Your face is pale. It was dangerous.”

If, as Guyangun had said, Guyangmyung had been left alone, even though he wasn't injured, his vital energy might have been disrupted and he might have vomited blood. Only then did Guyangmyung, regaining consciousness, speak to his younger brother.

"Do your best from the beginning. Don't skimp on technique."

Gu Yang-un nodded.

"I think so. Brother, just sit here and take a deep breath."

Gu Yang-un was afraid that his brother would fall into a state of obsession with money. Fortunately, Gu Yang-ming didn't insist. When he sat down, he gently patted his brother's back and then retreated behind the screen.

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Danwoo Seong is an example.

“Gongja Guyang.”

Gu Yang-un responded silently and then immediately pulled out a straight sword from his waistband.

Danwoo Sung enjoyed the martial arts. After all, mixing in some martial arts in between individual training sessions was more satisfying than simply repeating them, as it allowed him to confirm his achievements.

“I’m going.”

Gu Yang-un spoke briefly and, unlike his brother, launched a bold attack. Outwardly, he spoke softly and had a rather melancholic expression. But as soon as he drew his sword, he swung it with a determination to make a life-or-death decision.

When it came to competition, he possessed a temperament incomparably more aggressive than his older brother. Only then did Dan Woo-seong realize that Guyangun was a man suited to the sword.

When Guyangun came out rough, Danwoosung also responded rough.

Every time a sword slashed towards him, Danwoo Sung dodged and then inevitably responded with his blade or fist. It was a psychological warfare maneuver designed to make his opponent uncomfortable. His swings, combined with his tension, unleashed a whirlwind of energy, or the blade's blast, projecting from his hand, rained down on Guyangun's torso.

In an instant, the surrounding curtains began to tear and flutter in the wind as if they had been cut into pieces.

During the engagement, Danwoo Seong stepped on the noegak, which he often used during his prime.

As a wave of energy spread forward with a thud… Guyangun, who was approaching, was startled, then leaped backwards, widening the distance between them. While he was merely responding to the gust of wind, a loud noise accompanied by a change in attack method startled him.

Danwoo Seong looked at the Guyangun rising in the air and wrapped his mind around it.

Thunder Myeong (雷鳴).

The technique was five-stage, but only three-stage power was injected.

A technique called Thunder Cry.

Danwoo Sung's simple swearing suddenly stopped at a certain point in the air, and in an instant, a huge fist-shaped white lightning bolt extended towards Guyangun with a loud vibration.

In the eyes of those watching from outside the curtain······.

Guyangun soars into the air, followed by a giant fist extending diagonally from within the screen.

Guyangun twisted the blade in a wide direction, then struck the left general fiercely.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

With a loud noise like a torn drum, Guyangun's new form blocked the thunderbolt and bounced outward in a curve.

At the same time, Shin So-baek, who was nearby, jumped up as if he was being thrown, and barely managed to keep his balance while catching Guyang-un, who was about to roll on the ground.

Shin So-baek looked at Guyang-un.

“Look here, Guyang Ah-woo.”

When there was no answer, Shin So-baek gently tapped the Jungwan, Jungjeong, and Cheondol points on Guyangun's chest, then slapped him on the cheek.

“Cough······.”

Guyangun, who had temporarily fainted, opened his eyes and began breathing heavily. Looking up, he saw Shin So-baek and Guyangmyeong looking down at him with worried expressions.

Gu Yang-un unconsciously touched his own body. He wasn't hurt. He seemed to have simply fainted from the strange noise and shockwave.

"ha······."

The Goyang brothers sighed simultaneously. This was already their second defeat.

Gu Yangming seemed to be deeply hurt, so he spoke to Shin So-baek in a sullen tone.

“Let’s just consider today a defeat and go back.”

If they lost three times, it seemed like even more chaos would ensue in Sega. If he and Gu Yang-yun had been treated this way, Shin So-baek would likely be no different. At Gu Yang-myeong's words, Shin So-baek's eyebrows twitched and rose.

Shin So-baek said.

"You wouldn't be a warrior if you missed this opportunity. The Grand Duke is a great martial artist, and as a practitioner of martial arts, we must fight at least once. Victory or defeat is merely a result; martial arts develop through the process. And with such skill, you two are in good physical condition. Please know that this is the Grand Duke's careful consideration. I'll be back. Rest well."

Shin So-baek spoke in a cold tone as if telling the two to listen, then walked towards the screen.

Gu Yangming and Gu Yangyun looked at each other, but had nothing to say.

The two of them knew better than anyone that the Grand Duke had treated them appropriately, as Shin So-baek had said.

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Shin So-baek asked Dan Woo-seong as he took the lottery ticket first.

"I honestly don't feel my fighting spirit boiling over because the Grand Duke seems concerned about my injuries. Furthermore, judging by your previous performance against Prince Guyang, your internal energy seems to be deeper than this divine being."

“Don’t mention it.”

Danwoo Sung stared blankly at Shin So-baek. Shin So-baek seemed to have more to say.

“Is it true that the Grand Duke is also training in external martial arts?”

“That’s right.”

“If it’s okay with you, how about proceeding with the martial arts using only external energy?”

Shin So-baek looked at Dan Woo-seong and proposed a showdown between real men.

To begin with, it didn't seem like I had more internal energy than you, so I proposed that we compare the superiority of martial arts and boxing techniques without considering internal energy.

Danwoo Sung accepted it very easily.

“Let’s do that.”

“You won’t regret it?”

Danwoo Sung smiled faintly.

“It’s just a process of mutual exchange.”

This was a message that the path of martial arts doesn't end with this level of training and practice, so let's think of it as a process for both of us. It was also a response to what Shin So-baek had said to the Guyang brothers.

But who would benefit from competing without internal energy?

It was also Danwoo Sung's favorite fight.

Shin So-baek approached Dan Woo-seong without even realizing what he had done. Lacking any internal energy, this fight would be a close-quarters battle from start to finish. From now on, they would be competing in martial arts, jinnasoo (golden fist technique), kwon-gak (fist-fighting technique), and tae-sul (martial arts).

Shin So-baek extended his hand, palm facing the sky. He paused, as if to give the Grand Duke time to prepare, before launching his first attack.

Danwoo Sung also suppressed his energy and counterattacked. He liked his opponent. And because he liked him, he felt obligated to deal with him properly.

A man of this caliber would have more to gain from defeat than anyone else. His temperament and mindset seemed superior to those of the Guyang brothers, so he deserved special treatment.

Pubbububububu!

Their fists clashed, their wrists clashing, their direction distorted. Shin So-baek hurled a volley of arrows, aimed for the abdomen with his left forearm, and then thrust his left forearm out as if a hidden weapon had been hurled.

The wind was blowing quite loudly.

Danwoo-sung twisted his body and grabbed the left corner, then flung Shin So-baek to one side. Using Shin So-baek's full strength, his new form flew off quickly. It was a moment when a decisive blow could have been delivered, and Shin So-baek was filled with doubt.

'Are you saying we should compete more?'

Shin So-baek landed while doing a somersault, then looked at the Grand Duke's expression and attacked him again.

Dan Woo-seong nodded, as if to encourage him to continue his assault. Shin So-baek's attacks became more ferocious. Seeing an opening in Shin So-baek's leg, Dan Woo-seong slashed him with a sweeping left-handed strike.

With a bang, Shin So-baek's body tilted, and he swung his right foot as if he were swinging a sickle, aiming for the Archduke's head.

As Danwoo Sung deflected it with his right hand, Shin So-baek, who was in the air, crossed his legs and attacked six or seven times.

Pavababak!

Because he lacked internal energy, blocking Danwoosung wasn't particularly difficult. Shin So-baek, descending, lightly kicked the ground, then spun around, unleashing a bizarre attack known as the "Rotating Cliff Palm." It resembled a powerful wave crashing down, imbued with rotational force…

Danwoo Seong grabbed Shin So-baek's left arm, inheriting the trajectory and power of the Hwiryun Karma. With a "crack," Shin So-baek's arm snapped behind his back, and Shin So-baek thrust his right arm out, his only remaining attack path.

At the same time, Dan Woo-seong kicked Shin So-baek's foot away with his knee, grabbed his right arm, twisted it backwards, and then lifted Shin So-baek up with both hands.

A situation where both arms are already tied and you can't do anything.

If Danwoo Sung were to bring his knees down while he was slamming into the ground, all of his spinal bones could be misaligned.

Danwoo Sung threw it at a moderate speed, as if to let it find its own balance. Shin So-baek twisted in midair and barely managed to land on his feet. To attack any further would have been to prove he wasn't human.

Shin So-baek stood up and said while taking the lottery ticket.

"Your Highness, it was a valuable experience. I realized I was still lacking. I will diligently practice and try again later. I myself have fought three legitimate duels, and I certify that the Guyang family was defeated each time."

Danwoo Sung returned Shin So-baek's greeting with a bland expression. Normally, he would have treated her to dinner, but judging by Shin So-baek's expression, that seemed unlikely. He was merely being polite, barely maintaining his composure.

Shin So-baek stopped and turned around as he was about to leave the screen.

“Ah, Your Highness.”

“Speak.”

"You possess such exceptional skill, yet you have no intention of joining the Martial Arts Alliance? These days, you can become a member as an outsider. Your skill alone is more than enough, Grand Duke."

“I’ll think about it.”

“Well then, let’s meet again.”

Shin So-baek walked out with a complicated expression and spoke to Brother Guyang.

“Let’s go. We’ve all lost.”

The three had nothing more to say. They felt like hiding in a hole for a while, then returning when the sun set. As the three headed toward the main gate, Danwoo-sung followed them quietly, for some reason.

Danwoo-seong followed them quietly to the main gate and then called out to the three people.

“Gongja Guyang, Gongja Shen.”

As the three people turned around with nervous expressions, Danwoo Sung bowed politely.

“It was a good fight. Take a look.”

Now that I look back, it was just a simple farewell. The three people hurriedly saluted each other. Only Guyangun managed to respond.

“Please come in. We will be back right away.”

Only when Danwoo Sung extended his hand as if to tell them to go first did the three of them move away from the Milky Way.

Danwoo-seong gazed blankly at the sight. The impressions of the three men had changed since his first impression, but they had something in common: they were warriors who considered defeat a disgrace.

Danwoo Seong was polite to them because they were unmanned.

The man who intentionally slapped the cheek of someone who bumped into his shoulder on the street was also Dan Woo-seong, and the man who did not lose courtesy to the warrior who defeated him was also Dan Woo-seong.

<Because the King is a warrior> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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