Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 33

<The King of Fists, Scary Men>

The passage was very narrow.

Those with swords glared at Danwoo Castle, leaving only enough space for one person to pass through.

Danwoo Sung tried to walk through the gap, but he slapped the man in front who was frowning.

“It’s cramped.”

With a thud, the man stumbled into the room where he had been waiting. There was a loud crash, followed by the sound of furniture breaking and water bottles and other objects shattering.

The enemy spoke again from inside.

“······It’s noisy, so just let it go.”

At Jeokye's words, those waiting on the left and right took a step back one by one.

Danwoo Seong said.

“He’s a man with a certain vibe.”

Black is good at creating this kind of atmosphere.

Danwoo Sung also liked the atmosphere. It was because he somehow enjoyed the taste of hitting. Anyway, just hearing Jeokye's voice made me think he was a heartless and cruel man.

As Dan Woo-seong arrived, the door opened on its own, and a naked woman stumbled out, her eyes blank. Without even looking, Dan Woo-seong staggered down the narrow hallway, the men staring at him indifferently.

Instead of looking at Jeokye, Danwoo-seong turned his head and stared at the staggering woman, as if glaring at her. Blood was staining the inside of his leg, as if he had had a hemorrhage.

Danwoo Seong also remembered the gazes of men who looked at women indifferently.

The voice of the enemy was heard.

“Stop staring and come in and close the door.”

Danwoo-seong looked back and saw Jeokye sitting alone on the bed in the room. So the words "close the door" were addressed to Danwoo-seong.

Danwoo Seong entered the room, closed the door, and looked at Jeokye with his luggage behind his back.

It was a body that elicited admiration.

He was so large that I wondered if he was of a different race. He could have grabbed a woman's head with one hand. He was wearing only pants, exposing his upper body, but I could tell he had been training in external energy for a long time.

He was literally a muscular giant. He was capable of overwhelming the internal energy of most martial artists with his external energy.

The enemy said.

“You must be capable to stand before me. Where are you from?”

In response to Jeokye's question, the man waiting outside revealed his identity instead.

“I am the Grand Duke of the Galaxy. I match the Yongmo Pagi.”

Jeokye frowned.

“It was you? You came alone?”

Danwoo Seong did not respond to Jeokye's words and instead walked around the room, looking around here and there.

The enemy was already treated as a dead person.

I looked at the desk, looked out the window for a moment, then went to the bed where Jeok-ye was sitting and lifted the blanket as if I was cleaning.

Rather than a spurt of blood, there were round, pinkish spots of blood here and there.

That looked even more miserable.

Jeok-ye was quite surprised to see Dan-woo-seong wandering around without saying a word. She was even more surprised because no man had ever ignored her like this before.

Danwoo Seong, who was wandering around, muttered to himself as he glanced at Jeokye's expression and eyes.

“······This guy seems beyond rehabilitation. How can I kill him so that rumors about him spread far and wide?”

He laughed as if he was pathetic and then said this.

"The rumors are good. We can fight on the street. Let's gather some onlookers and have a showdown. I'll do whatever you want."

As Jeokye raised his body, he became so large that he could look down on Danwoo Castle.

Jeok-ye glanced at the window, then, in a manner befitting his size, swung his right foot, aiming for Dan-woo-seong's cheek and kicking him, intending to send him flying out.

As Danwoo-seong stepped back, Jeokye's foot and the wind shot past his face. Then, with the same motion, Jeokye kicked with his left foot, but he raised his right arm to block.

But it wasn't an attack that could be stopped.

Ppaak- Kwaaaaaaaang!

The enemy's massive torso, blocking the kick, shattered the window and flew out of Onjeongnu. Not just the window, but the entire wall where the window had been punctured.

The door opened with a loud bang, and the guards of the enemy looked back and forth between the huge hole in the wall and Danwoo Castle.

Danwoo-seong walked to the hole in the wall and stood leisurely, watching the enemy that had fallen outside.

Jeokye seemed to have fallen into a stupor during that time. He was stretching his body by turning his neck this way and that.

Anyway, Danwoo Seong was going to finish it off in a place where everyone was gathered.

Danwoo-seong, who had been looking at the enemy, jumped down from the fifth floor and looked around.

Jeok-ye was more surprised to see Dan-woo-seong land so quietly from the five-story height than to have been hit by the kick.

The enemy's subordinates were already swarming the area. Perhaps because they had often seen the enemy fighting, they had prepared a wide area and were waiting.

The Jangsanpa, Nopyobang, Gyoryongbang, and Hongrakbo factions pushed out the others and took up positions at the front.

It wasn't just young people either.

Even those who looked like they had been around for decades in the martial arts world were waiting with their weapons in hand.

The enemy would not have been scared by one kick.

Because Danwoo Sung wanted to show the results of this fight to many people.

Whether all his subordinates rush in or not, the enemy dies here.

If even a few men had supported the bleeding woman or looked at her with pity, Dan Woo-seong wouldn't have been this angry.

Danwoo Seong didn't say anything at all.

Because I was angry, I needed time to calm myself down.

A rustling sound was heard from somewhere, and two men came dragging an incredibly heavy-looking chain and handed it to me.

Jeokye accepted the chain and twirled it in one hand.

It was a rare, gigantic meteoroid. Herbivorous or otherwise, any other weapon would have been struck by it and blown away, unable to even approach.

Only then did Jeokye laugh and rush forward. A huge meteor shower flew towards Danwooseong, drawing a curve.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeek!

Danwoo Seong lowered his head once, then grabbed the passing meteor shower with his right hand and slowly pulled it as if playing tug-of-war.

Clang! Clang-!

In an instant, the body of the meteor shower stretched out in a straight line, and the giant enemy was dragged in with both feet planted on the ground.

Support support support······.

Even as Jeokye grabbed the meteor shower with both hands, the distance between them gradually narrowed.

The enemy, who had been launched into the air with the rebound gained from pulling the meteor, charged at high speed to catch Danwoo Seong. It was a swift and exhilarating movement, like a giant beast pounced upon.

Unfortunately, it seems that he has trained in the use of the meteor shower and the fist.

It was clear from his movements that he had not mastered the martial arts alone, but had inherited them from a true martial artist. He appeared to have long practiced the art of using his overwhelming physical strength to subdue the enemy's weapons.

However, since the flow of the movement was clearly visible every time the right was raised, and Danwoosung was faster, there was no intention of prolonging the offensive and defensive battle.

The opponent of the enemy who learned the fist is the king of the fist.

Could there be a more incompatible relationship than this?

Danwoo Seong, who had been dodging several punches and kicks, caught Jeokye from behind with a Jeon Igyeonggong and then struck him in the side with a single punch.

Only the person who has been hit in the side understands the pain.

“Crack.”

Danwoo Sung's fist was almost buried in the torso and then came out.

With a short groan, the enemy struck back with his left arm.

Dan Woo-seong assumed his opponent's size meant he had plenty of room to strike. He approached with a short, sweeping movement, as if striking with his Jeok-ye's sword, and struck him in the abdomen.

Phew.

This time, the fist sank into Jeokye's abdominal muscles, then withdrew. Jeokye, meanwhile, attacked Danwoo Sung with a fist he had painfully practiced.

But with each attack, Danwoo's fists landed precisely. The rhythmic sound of a large drum exploding reverberated from his face, abdomen, lower body, and then his side.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The moment Jeok-ye's knees began to tremble, Dan Woo-seong grabbed Jeok-ye by the collar and then threw him into the ground in a circular motion.

puck!

It was no different from lifting that big thing up and then striking it down with the harmony of internal and external energy.

But still, Jeokye did not faint.

Danwoo Seong pressed Jeokye's neck with his left knee, then grabbed Jeokye's face with his right hand as if squeezing it.

“Kkaaa …

Danwoo-seong looked at the onlookers and injected the brain energy of Baekjeonshipdan-gong.

As two people with swords began to rush at him from behind, Dan Woo-seong stood up, took the form of a sword, and then mercilessly unleashed a barrage of bladed lightning.

In a way, this attack could be said to be Danwoo Sung's demonstration of his skills.

Phew!

The necks of those who had rushed in were torn off and separated, and two corpses, with only the torsos remaining, fell to the ground, blood gushing out.

Meanwhile, as Jeokye tried to rise, Danwoo Sung again pinned Jeokye's neck with his left foot. Then, Danwoo Sung knelt down on one knee, grabbed Jeokye's face, and injected the Baekjeonshipdan Gong with his brain energy. This time, it contained the power of the second level.

“Kuaaa …

Danwoo Seong covered Jeokye's mouth with his left hand, then grabbed his head with his right hand and pulled up Baekjeonshipdan Gong's brain energy.

As one of the men from the Gyo-ryong-bang took a cautious step from the left, Dan-woo-seong, who had been pouring out his brain energy, slowly turned his head.

The man who was about to move met Danwoo's eyes.

At that moment, Danwoo Sung extended his right hand toward the man, as if to strike him, and unleashed a torrent of thunder. A white, fist-shaped aura instantly grew in size, engulfing the man's entire body.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

Not only the man, but also five or six members of the Gyo-ryong-bang group, who had been waiting in uniform, were simultaneously blown backwards. Of course, those struck by the thunderbolt lay motionless on the cold floor.

Danwoo-seong grabbed the enemy's head, which was still holding on, and injected brain energy again.

A scream ripped from the enemy's throat.

It's probably a cry for help.

Danwoo Seong didn't want to hear anything.

With his mouth shut, he gradually raised his brain. From the second level to the third, from the third to the fourth, and from the fourth to the fifth, Dan Woo-seong's right hand was enveloped in white. When peace settled over Jeok-ye's body, which had been trembling as if in a frenzy, Dan Woo-seong quietly released his hand.

Is this the end?

no.

Danwoo Sung, who was making the same motion as when breaking a rock with one knee raised, raised his right hand, then curled his fist and slammed it into Jeokye's face.

With a bang, the enemy's head hit the ground.

The ground around it was cracked in twisting lines, as if struck by lightning.

Only then did Dan Woo-seong stand up, dusting off his knees. He folded his arms and gave them a moment to think about it. He'd hoped they'd attack him more. But who could possibly attack him in such a brutal situation? Finally, after confirming no one was attacking him, Dan Woo-seong looked around and spoke.

“Who are you to accept bribes?”

There was no one who could respond.

Danwoo-seong, surrounded by quite a few black men, looked like a spokesman sent by those who had been bullied or met death somewhere.

Danwoo-seong looked at Gwangpyo, a man who seemed quite strong, and asked, pointing at him as if pointing at him.

“What are you… Answer me.”

When there was no answer, Danwoo Sung's new form flashed and disappeared, reappearing in front of Gwangpyo and swinging a fist. With a "pop" sound, Gwangpyo's body flew into the air. Danwoo Sung struck the remaining black sword hordes, trampled them, grabbed the heads of those fleeing, and injected them with brain energy. Then, he unleashed a torrent of blade-like brain energy at those rushing in.

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A man running a short distance away tripped over someone's foot and fell. Startled, he turned his head to see a man wearing a strange, leather-clad mask, holding an umbrella painted entirely in black.

The man said just before putting down his umbrella.

“······Two thousand eight hundred and seventy-four.”

puck!

Then, a heavy iron umbrella fell in a simple trajectory and smashed the man's head.

Of course it's Cheolmyeongho.

“I remember all your faces, you little shits.”

Cheol Myeong-ho swung his umbrella into the air again and muttered softly.

“Two thousand eight hundred and seventy-five.”

The End of <The King of Fists, Scary Men>

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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