Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 30

< The King of Fist Receives a Gift >

While Danwoo-seong and Mo Yong-bin were conversing, the sound of rain continued. Then came thunder, and then heavy raindrops pounded against the roof and eaves.

As Danwoo-seong looked outside, Mo Yong-bin said.

“If you’re not going to leave right now, how about we eat together?”

It wasn't a bad suggestion, since I was already on a forced march, eating only one meal a day.

Danwoo Seong said.

“You eat a lot.”

Mo Yong-bin burst into laughter in response to the bold request to give him a lot of food.

“I will prepare a lot.”

After Mo Yong-bin told Sibi to prepare a meal, the two met eyes again.

Danwoo Seong said.

“Have you heard any news of your father having a fight with the devil or anything like that?”

Mo Yong-bin replied.

"It's not the Black Sword, it's the Madora… I heard they've been quiet for over twenty years. If the Madora had risen, I don't think it would have been this quiet. It's also strange that they specifically targeted my father. Our family hasn't suffered any damage."

Danwoo-seong nodded.

The King of Fists held no personal grudges. It wasn't because of resentment that they fought, but rather, I got the impression they were simply seeking out the strong.

Mo Yong-bin, who was speaking, tilted his head slightly and looked at Dan Woo-seong with a somewhat serious expression.

"I heard that the Sword God entered a closed training camp six months ago. I wondered if a senior from the Heavenly Heavens would go there to further hone his martial arts skills… In any case, there's been no news since."

Danwoo Seong also stayed in seclusion at the An Ga and Galaxy Sector, concentrating solely on his training. Mo Yong Se's ability to hear updates on the martial arts world from the head of the family was more important than bringing Gu Yang Sheng with him. After all, it was difficult to learn the in-depth stories of the top martial arts masters from the upper ranks.

Danwoo asked as if he wanted to hear more information.

“Please tell us about the latest news from other top players.”

Mo Yong-bin replied.

“I saw Elder Sword Emperor in good health not long ago.”

Doje was the head of the Namgung family and the leader of the Imperial Council. He was known by the somewhat creepy nickname, "Sega Jeilin."

"Actually, Senior Guyangsaeng yelled at us for laughing, but strictly speaking, it was the disciple who laughed out loud. The rest of us just looked embarrassed because the atmosphere was so tense. The Guyang family head must have been hurt. But the disciple isn't the type to care about such things. He tends to completely ignore those he doesn't like."

Danwoo-seong nodded. That was the kind of man Doje was.

Mo Yong-bin continued speaking.

"Senior Sword Emperor doesn't have a fixed residence. He would occasionally barge into the homes of his juniors, stay for three or four days, and then suddenly leave, so I had no idea what he was up to. The last time he visited, his father had gone missing, so he only said he knew, but after he disappeared, all contact with him ceased."

Now, Mo Yongbin's expression also became serious.

"The Sword King is semi-retired. He's training disciples, but he's told anyone who wants to take the title of Sword King to come to him. He says he still has the secret weapon to pass it on. And the Fist King…"

Danwoo Sung's expression hardened.

Mo Yong-bin continued speaking.

"He's a very rough-tempered man, and even though he's a senior in the martial arts world, my father had a very difficult time with him. So, I have no idea what he's up to these days. I'd imagine he's traveling the world, seeking disciples. Or maybe he's wandering around some black sea, destroying things. He's not easy to get close to."

What Mo Yongbin said was true.

It was time for the King to save his disciple.

It has become a distant story again, as I have been reincarnated unexpectedly like this.

Danwooseong felt a profound sense of unease as he listened to her story. The torrential rain and the crackling thunder made it all the more unsettling.

Meanwhile, as the food brought by the servants was placed on the table, Mo Yongbin spoke.

“I don’t know if it will suit your taste.”

Danwoo-seong asked casually while eating.

“What is the personality of the King that makes it so difficult to become close to him?”

Are you trying to listen and reflect on it?

Actually, I was curious because it was my own story. People often don't know their own blind spots.

Mo Yong-bin answered Dan Woo-seong's question with a smile.

"He often beats up Baekdo's juniors for being arrogant, scolds Heukdo's seniors, and kills Sima Oedo as soon as he meets them. He beats up members of the Murim Alliance for being brazen, and there are more than a few children of the Sega clans who have been slapped in the face. It seems the Grand Duke also has ambitions for the martial arts world, so he'd better be careful."

"hmm······."

Danwooseong felt a thorn stuck in his throat while eating. There wasn't anything particularly fishy about the side dishes. Mo Yongbin was certain the King of Fists was still alive. It was understandable, considering the battle had taken place in such a remote mountain area.

Mo Yong-bin continued speaking.

"······On the other hand, he was clear in his words and actions. He kept his word, and often boldly requested military assistance from other emperors and seniors like the Sword Emperor. Hearing this, I got the impression he was a natural born warrior. From what I've heard, it seems like he lived a rather solitary life."

Danwoo Sung made a squeaking sound.

'Well, it wasn't that lonely.'

Dan Woo-seong gathered information and organized his thoughts while having various conversations with Mo Yong-bin.

I don't remember the name of the group Danwoo last fought, or the name of the man who plunged his sword into his stomach. All I remember is that the number of attackers was large, they all used the same swordsmanship, and the man in command alone wielded a black sword, even the blade was pitch-black.

If we measure the power of this group······.

I couldn't think of even ten people who could survive in the world of martial arts.

Moreover, in addition to this group of black swordsmen, a man wearing a purple robe was watching from a distance.

Even in the midst of battle, he was a man whose presence was palpable. Had the man in the purple robe joined in, it seemed only the three divine beings known as Cheonwicheon (Cheonwicheon) could withstand their passing. These four were revered by the martial arts community, known as the "Heaven Beyond Heaven."

They were the veterans who stood above the emperors and were the ones who had eradicated the evil spirits.

And that was also the reason why the King of Fists never stopped training.

Because he wanted to defeat the Three Gods and One Star and become the best in the world.

Danwoo Sung had this thought.

If the unidentified masterminds have no connection to Samshin Ilseong, they may target Samshin Ilseong someday.

It was a prediction that was a mixture of inference and premonition.

In fact, if Samshin Ilseong were to fall, it would be tantamount to the beginning of a magical world. Twenty years ago, Samshin Ilseong had blocked the magical world, and it had become nothing more than a bubble.

Mo Yong-bin, who had just finished eating, looked at Dan Woo-seong with a surprised expression.

“Your Highness, would you like some more?”

“It’s okay.”

The food on the table was scorched, leaving only the bowls.

Mo Yong-bin asked as if he was a little disappointed about something.

“Your Highness, I know it might be uncomfortable to stay in someone else’s house, but how about staying for a day or so?”

Danwoo Seong answered while looking outside.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I will be leaving. The upper ranks are in turmoil, and I find it inconvenient to be absent. Please take care of the Guyang family head. Those three assassins have identified themselves as members of the Gold and Silver Assassin Society. Since they are an assassination group, I would appreciate it if the Imperial Society would investigate. However, if their headquarters and the identity of the leader are revealed, I will contribute, however small, my own efforts. Please contact the Galaxy Upper Rank."

“Hmm. It’s pouring rain like this, so I feel uneasy about sending our guests away.”

Danwoo-seong chuckled.

Mo Yongbin was a junior of Baekdo's whom I quite liked. Even if I had met him back when he was known as the King of Fist, he was a man I wouldn't have slapped.

Danwoo Seong spoke his mind.

"Actually, I came here prepared to make a big deal of it. Thanks to the head of the household's astute assessment of the situation, I was able to return with a light heart."

Danwoo Sung politely took the lottery ticket from his junior.

“I will not forget your kindness.”

While it was nice to hear the praise, Mo Yong Bin was quite surprised by the confidence with which he had come to fight the Mo Yong family. Come to think of it, Gu Yang-saeng was no slouch either, so it was puzzling how the Grand Duke of the upper ranks had managed to deal with him. He hadn't shown any signs of prayer, making it difficult to gauge his exact level of martial arts prowess.

If the guest wants to go, how can I stop him any longer?

Mo Yongbin said, snapping his fingers once.

“Give the Grand Duke an umbrella.”

Mo Yong-bin looked at Dan Woo-seong with a smile.

"We're no match for the top, but we need self-reliance, so we're making various items. They're called luxury goods, but I'm embarrassed to say it, so please just be generous."

Danwoo Seong was also surprised. In fact, when peace persists, the martial arts families often find themselves living off their amassed wealth. This explains why individuals like Gu Yangsaeng engage in destructive acts. The Murong clan, it seemed, possessed a variety of self-preservation strategies.

Sibi came out holding a sturdy-looking umbrella and handed it to Danwoo Sung.

Mo Yongbin said.

“The central peak and the saddle were deliberately made of iron.”

Danwoo Sung examined the umbrella and smiled. It wasn't just for protection from the rain, but it was also a weapon.

“Why did you use such expensive ingredients?”

Mo Yong-bin also burst into laughter.

"That way, we can sell it for a higher price. Since it's mainly sold to martial artists, I intentionally made it extravagant. It's a gift."

“I will use it gratefully.”

“Look around. Open the door.”

As the servants opened the main hall door, the sound of rain grew louder. Dan Woo-seong met Murong Bin's eyes, then turned and left the main hall. He opened the umbrella Murong had given him, and the refreshing sound of raindrops crashing against the umbrella was audible.

In fact, Danwoo Seong had never used an umbrella before.

When it rained, it rained right away.

Now that I had an umbrella in hand, I simply opened it and used it. The horses I had brought were exhausted, so they were being cared for by Murong's coachman. Since it would have been a hassle to even bring the carriage, I told Murong's coachman that I would send someone to retrieve it later and left.

Above all, going to the light airfield was now faster.

However, Danwoo Seong, who had left the Moyong family, didn't immediately begin using lightness. He simply looked up from time to time at the inside of the umbrella, curious about the one he'd never used before.

The rain was pouring down so hard that it felt quite heavy to hold.

I walked for a long time in the rain, thinking about my past life. I used to be more of a wanderer, wandering the deep mountains and valleys alone, but now I was reminded of many people.

These are people I didn't know in my past life.

My family and my friends from the dog car class came to mind first, and secretly, I often thought of the youngest, Kang Ho-chung, on the rainy road.

As thunder and lightning rumbled somewhere······.

Danwoo-seong looked up at the sky. The torrential rain and the occasional crack of thunder felt like a glimpse into his own mind.

Danwoo-seong walked in the rain, feeling the raindrops and thunderstorms comforting him.

<The King of Fists, Receives a Gift> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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