Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 26

<The King of Fist, Growing Men>

If I had consumed the Gongcheongseomyu while still in the body of the King of Fists, the aftershock wouldn't have been so massive. It was only natural that I had consumed the Baeknyeonhasuo that Guung had brought beforehand.

The medicinal properties of the Gongcheongseok oil, spreading throughout his body, seemed to mock Danwooseong. It pierced his blood vessels, cleared clogged spaces, and dissolved waste.

The public opinion poll was harsh, and Danwoo Seong's response was also harsh.

While a spirit called Gongcheongseokyu was running wild inside the body, a man named Kwonwang chased after the spirit to capture it.

Whenever a spirit and a king of power met, a fierce battle inevitably ensued.

Pure power and the martial arts of the king clashed.

But the place was cramped.

The hot battle could not be endured with just the luck breakfast.

To everyone's surprise, Danwoo-seong opened his eyes, uncrossed his legs, and stood up. He had maintained the five-star power of the Baekjeonshipdan Gong, and a blazing heat surged from his entire body like a blazing haze.

As I came out of the room with my hair disheveled from the heat, the Ssangbo brothers who were waiting spoke with a surprised expression.

“Brother, are you okay?”

Danwoo Seong replied with a red face.

“It’s hot.”

"yes?"

It wasn't a hot day at all. It was a cool evening with a breeze blowing.

Danwoo Sung told the Ssangbo brothers not to worry.

“I’ll go get my fever down and come back. Don’t wait up.”

"All right."

The twin brothers looked at Danwoo Sung blankly.

Then, Danwoo Seong, who had been walking slowly for a few steps, could not control the power boiling within him and ran forward at full speed, using the Oryobo method.

As Danwoo-seong, who had reached the wall in an instant, soared with his teleportation, Danwoo-seong's new form, enveloped in white lightning, flew like an arrow shot from the top of the galaxy and disappeared from the sight of the Ssangbo brothers.

The Ssangbo brothers looked at each other with their mouths slightly open. Yuk Myeongbo spoke.

“Are you okay?”

Yuk Jin-bo replied.

"It's better to guard the top. Let's wait outside."

The two walked out to the outskirts of the galaxy, intending to wait in the cold wind until Danwoo returned.

Danwoo Seong was deliberately running towards the sparsely populated Ganeung Plains.

It was so hot that I felt like it would be nice if it rained heavily. I planned to maximize my physical activity to stifle Gongcheongseokyu's counterattack and simultaneously release my rapidly increasing internal energy, thus alleviating the shock to my danjeon.

Thanks to this, Danwoo's lightness became faster and faster.

It was such a powerful technique that whenever he couldn't control his strength perfectly, his footsteps would leave a creaking sound on the ground.

If I had controlled the power of the public oil at home in this state, my living quarters and the annex would have collapsed. It would have literally run wild.

Danwoo Seong, who had reached the center of the dark plain, started to draw circles like a madman, increasing his speed, and then gradually slowed down while controlling his breathing.

The brain energy of Baekjeonshipdan-gong swirled throughout his body. Danwoo-seong, uncomfortable with the persistent sweat dripping down his face, took off his shirt, threw it away, and wrapped the brain energy around his arms.

Hwaruk······!

The white, ethereal energy wrapped around his arms was much more distinct than before. Dan Woo-seong clenched his fist as if refining his internal energy, then raised one hand to the sky. If the energy originally in his dantian was out of balance with the newly infused energy, he intended to unleash the shock into the heavens.

However, from his standing position, Danwoo Sung gradually suppressed the events unfolding within him. Using his internal energy, he swept up the power of the Gongcheongseokyu and then thrust it into his dantian.

Because I was growing stronger rapidly, giving up the harmony of time, the opposite effect was accompanied by pain.

Danwoo Seong looked up at the sky with his teeth clenched.

Suddenly, he remembered a group that had been more powerful than any other force, and the humiliating defeat that was worse than death, and the pain in his body disappeared as if it had been washed away.

The dark night sky was looking down on the king.

But the King of Power, despite having experienced death once, had no fear.

All I could think about was subduing him and forcing him to his knees.

As the events unfolding inside him subsided, as if the storm had passed, Danwoo Sung lowered his arm and looked at his hand.

Next, the Baekjeonshipdan Gong was inspected.

In the fifth stage, the sixth stage was smoothly connected.

As he poured out his inner energy and unfolded his Seven Stages, Danwoo Sung's hands became like a small sky, with large and small lightning bolts being born and disappearing repeatedly.

Danwoo Seong concentrated his mind and wrapped his hand around the Baekjeon (White Lightning), the signature technique of the Baekjeon Sipdan Gong. As his entire hand turned white, Danwoo Seong confirmed that the effects of the Gongcheongseokyu had instantly reached the eight levels, and he instantly reclaimed his power.

I took a deep breath and sat down on my knees to catch my breath.

The sound of heavy breathing continued for a while in the empty plains.

I wasn't planning on attempting the ninth level. My physical condition was somewhat inferior to that of the Baekjeonshipdan Gong. It was only natural, given the rapid growth. And in times like these, tempering my greed was a skill.

Danwoo Seong spoke as if calming his body and mind.

“······You can stop being strong today.”

Even though the power of the public oil was completely absorbed into Danjeon, Danwoo Seong remained unexhausted and had some strength left.

It was a meticulous and cool-headed response.

Danwoo Sung returned to the upper part of the galaxy with his upper body exposed.

The figure radiated a ferocious prayer, a sight no one could easily recognize. His hair was disheveled, his eyebrows were raised, each strand pointed skyward, and his upper body, where he had trained in external energy, was engraved with intricate curves, as if carved.

Rumors have spread that the Grand Duke of the Galaxy has changed······.

As Dan Woo-seong, who had come out of the house for the first time in a while, walked down the street at night, people passing by were moving further away from him.

To the people's eyes, it looked like the Buddha statues of the Four Heavenly Kings had come back to life and were entering the upper reaches of the galaxy.

In reality, Danwoosung had become the guardian deity of the upper reaches of the galaxy, so it wasn't strange for him to appear this way. However, Danwoosung thought that even this time was merely a period of sleeping on firewood and tasting gall.

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When Lee Ja-eon lowered his head for a moment, unable to overcome his sleepiness, Joo Ja-ryang hit Lee Ja-eon on the shoulder with the crane beside him.

puck!

The runner said.

"You punk, if you're going to sleep, you should ask for permission before you sleep. Are you ignoring me because I'm a private tutor who doesn't know martial arts? Is that so?"

"no."

"It's still broad daylight. You woke up at dawn and can't even overcome that drowsiness? Do you think they'll wait for you to fall asleep for a bit when you're fighting someone in the martial arts world? Or are you just taking it lightly because you're studying?"

"no."

The runner said.

"You shouldn't just study martial arts. This is what the Master instructed. After lunch, you'll always be facing me like this. Would it be fun for me to sit down and teach you, someone who has no interest in learning? You truly don't understand the human heart."

Lee Ja-eon answered.

“Master, I don’t think so.”

Zhu Ziyang struck Yi Ja-eon's head with his sword. This time, he couldn't understand why his master was hitting him.

The runner said.

“There’s an anecdote about Confucius telling a man defecating on the side of the road to stop. But do you know what Confucius did when he saw someone defecating in the middle of the road?”

“Well? You must have been really upset.”

Joo Ja-ryang shook his head.

"No. He passed by without saying a word. The one who defecated on the side of the road was the kind of person who had some sense of shame, so he scolded them. The one who defecated in the middle of the road had no such shame, so he didn't think it was necessary or worth scolding. He thought they were people who couldn't understand what he was saying."

Lee Ja-eon stared blankly at Joo Ja-ryang.

"hmm······."

“That’s why I hit you. If I don’t hit you, then you should know that I think of you as someone who shits on the street.”

Doesn't that mean he'll keep hitting anyway? Lee Ja-eon looked at Joo Ja-ryang with a genuinely surprised expression.

He was a man who knew nothing about martial arts, yet he was terrifying people with his words. Lee Ja-eon couldn't help but feel drowsy.

“Yes, sir. I will come to my senses.”

Lee Ja-eon was becoming as afraid of Master Hak-seon as he was of Master Geom-seon, and he was beginning to wonder if this was fate.

Joo Ja-ryang uttered even more frightening words.

"Jaeon, if you find it difficult to endure, you can always beat me to death with that fist. After all, Sa-hyeong, me, and you—these three are not people of much value to the world. If you kill me, Sa-hyeong will kill you. Sa-hyeong will regret killing his disciple, so he will take his own life. We are such useless beings that I wouldn't mind being reduced to dust on Mount Guhwa."

What made Ju Ja-ryang's words so frightening was that he actually believed it. The identity of a failed scholar sank deep into his heart.

Lee Ja-eon also felt an inexplicable pain from Sa-suk and responded in a subdued tone.

"Master, that won't happen. If I make a mistake, you can scold me anytime. I will improve from now on."

Joo Ja-ryang nodded.

"Martial arts are the power to kill. However, the cause of death isn't martial arts, but the mind. Even if you learn powerful martial arts from the death penalty, you must never forget this. If you accidentally use that power to kill an innocent person, you will become worse than an animal."

“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Joo Ja-ryang, who felt that Lee Ja-eon was giving a vague answer, spoke in a calm tone.

“You are stronger than me. So why don’t you hit me with that fist?”

“Because you are my private tutor.”

“If it wasn’t for private tutoring, would you have done it?”

"that······."

“You seem to have an older brother. Are you by any chance the youngest in your family?”

"yes."

"That's too bad. I wish you had a younger brother. I wish he was stronger than you and could beat you up a bit. How would you feel if you were hit by your younger brother?"

“I don’t know.”

"A younger brother doesn't hit his older brother. You don't hit me, your master. It's all the same. This isn't a martial art that teaches you to commit such unfilial acts. That's why I hate martial arts. If people like this learn martial arts, they'll fall into the trap of Sima Weidao. That's your expression right now. No. I'll only hit my older brother. I won't bother the rest of you. Do you think someone who hits their own blood brother would do that? You idiot who promised to shit on this street."

Lee Ja-eon's face also turned bright red.

“From now on, I will only do what is right.”

"No. If your brother is worthy of respect, then simply treating him as such is sufficient. Unless he's a Sima Weidao, he wouldn't treat you poorly. So, this is a matter of the heart. It's not a question of who has stronger martial arts. Let's stop here for today. Go and rest for a while, then train with your brother in the afternoon."

As Lee Ja-eon tried to get up, Joo Ja-ryang hit Lee Ja-eon on the head with a sword.

“Whether it’s your older brother, your master, your private tutor, or the elders outside, be respectful when you meet them and when you leave!”

After Lee Ja-eon politely offered his courtesy, he spoke.

“I will now step aside, my lord.”

Joo Ja-ryang nodded with the correct posture.

“Okay. What did you learn today?”

“I will engrave it in my heart.”

“Was it a story worth hearing?”

“It was helpful.”

Joo Ja-ryang waved his hand with a stern expression.

“Go away.”

"yes."

As Yi Ja-eon left the shabby wooden hut where Gu Hwa-ssang-seon was staying, Ju Ja-ryang roughly unfurled his fan with a displeased expression. Ju Ja-ryang slowly waved his fan, thinking.

'You still have a long way to go, you punk.'

I was planning to shake that bastard's mind until he burst into a fit of rage and swung his fist at me. As Zhu Ziyang had said, if I continued like this, I might die at his hands.

So what if I die?

If only his friend's younger brother hadn't become a person who pooped on the street, even Zhu Ziyang could handle that level of risk. And now, it wasn't his friend's younger brother, but a worthless student Zhu Ziyang had to teach.

It wasn't that a man who didn't know martial arts didn't risk his life.

The End of <The King of Fist, Growing Men>

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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