Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 37

< The King of Fists, quick to change stance >

Danwoo Seong waited silently until Baek Han-gyeong had calmed down, then asked about the man across from him.

“······Do you think that person is also related to Gu Yang-saeng? He’s a member of the Imperial Society and he’s a Sogaju.”

Baek Han-kyung replied.

"I don't know. The Imperial Society has been expanding recently. I don't know which clan's head they are. They're probably gathered for the Yongbongdaeryeon, not because of Gu Yangsaeng. They arrive early to build relationships, but it's unusual for the later generations of the Jiujiu to gather in one place."

“Ah, the Yongbongdaeyeon.”

Danwoo-seong chuckled.

Baek Han-kyung suddenly glanced at the building across from him. Fortunately, the autumn leaves had scattered. Still, he lowered his voice, as if to urge caution, and said:

“You may have come because of the Yongbongdaeyeon. Or you may have just come to see the phoenix.”

The dragon represents the male later index, and the phoenix represents the female later index. This suggests that only beauties might have come to see them.

Danwoo Seong said with a smile.

“Anyway, I understand that the Murim Alliance and the Emperor’s Association are not on good terms.”

“Well, it’s not something that happened yesterday or today.”

I had heard about the Yongbong Daeyeon once from Gu Yangsaeng. When Gu Yangsaeng joined the Emperor's Association, he had suggested to Dan Woo-seong that the Yongbong Daeyeon participate.

Baek Han-kyung looked at Dan Woo-seong.

"I didn't summon the Grand Duke because of the Yongbong Festival. In any case, the event being prepared will proceed without a hitch. Is your Highness interested in the Yongbong Festival? You're young and skilled in martial arts, so you're perfectly qualified to participate."

Danwoo Seong answered with a single, sharp stroke.

“No.”

Baek Han-kyung tilted his head.

“You don’t care about fame?”

Dan Woo-seong nodded as he sipped his tea. His belief was that fame wasn't built that way.

When you become strong, your fame will spread somehow.

There was no need to gain fame by beating up the rising rascals. He wanted to fight with the strongest fighters, if possible.

Baek Han-kyung said it as if he was surprised.

"Of course, not everyone participates solely for fame. In fact, even the late-stage enthusiasts, like the Grand Duke, who don't care about fame at all, flock to this festival. Why? Of course, it's because of the elixir the winner receives. Even from the Murim Alliance's perspective, success is paramount, so they don't offer cheap elixirs. The winner receives a top-quality elixir, approved by the leader. He's not one to skimp on investments in his juniors, so…"

Baek Han-kyung took a sip of tea while looking at Dan Woo-seong as if to ask if he was still not interested.

Then Danwoo Seong gave a short reply.

“I will participate.”

Baek Han-kyung spat out the tea he was drinking.

“Fuhap······.”

It was such a tense moment that I almost spit in the Archduke's face. Baek Han-gyeong wiped his mouth with a flustered expression as he spoke.

“Oh, excuse me.”

“It’s okay.”

“The Grand Duke changed his mind too quickly······.”

"There's no need to blame yourself. Everyone makes mistakes. I've made them too. Anyway, why don't you tell me about the elixir first?"

Baek Han-kyung replied.

"It seems that when it comes to large-scale events, success is paramount. Even the Grand Duke, who doesn't care about fame, readily agrees to participate. After all, the importance of elixirs is indescribable to a warrior. I understand."

Danwoo-seong looked around the street.

Come to think of it, there were quite a few martial artists, and many young men and women on the streets. As the Grand Duke of the Galaxy looked out like a country bumpkin, Baek Han-gyeong remarked:

“Do you really think that Your Majesty can easily defeat all the late-comers?”

“You have to compete to know whether you will win or lose, so I don’t really think about that.”

Baek Han-kyung spoke with a faint smile as if giving advice.

"The Yongbongdaeyeon is also a proxy battle between the best masters. Their disciples often appear. While it's a competition limited to the later ranks, the level is by no means low."

Danwoo-seong nodded.

“I’ll take note. Let’s go.”

After achieving great feats together, the two became much more talkative. However, as if they weren't yet ready to be close friends, they still addressed each other stiffly, using the titles "Grand Duke" and "Baek Muin."

After walking a little bit······.

The royal group that had been walking ahead came into view again.

Baek Han-kyung spoke to Dan Woo-seong with a sour expression.

"Your Majesty, we're not far from the Murim Alliance. Since we're already back, let's run quickly from here on out."

Danwoo-seong nodded.

“Let’s do that.”

Baek Han-kyung said as he extended his hand to Dan Woo-seong.

“You go first.”

Then Danwoo Sung held out his hand and said as if it was impossible.

"Don't hesitate, just go. I've never lost to a light fighter before."

Baek Han-kyung snorted with a smiling face.

"The reason this aunt was given the mission to go to the upper reaches of the galaxy and return with the Grand Duke is because even within the Maeng, it was rumored that she was incredibly fast on her feet. You should go first."

“Let’s just leave at the same time.”

“Let’s go, then.”

Baek Han-gyeong and Dan Woo-seong simultaneously performed lightness attacks and ran towards the left and right of the Emperor's group.

Of course, a little dust rose up.

The owner of the small house, who was looking at the autumn leaves fluttering in the wind, said this.

"Those guys are secretly annoying. You guys, follow along slowly. I'll teach those two the true meaning of lightness."

“Your Majesty, please give me a break.”

“They’re such shameless bastards. Look how they deliberately stirred up this dust storm.”

The fan, folded with a loud bang, began to chase after the two people while displaying the lightness of the autumn leaves.

After a while, the three of them ran like a gale down a quiet road away from the busy downtown area.

It was not a common sight to see the Sogaju of Sega, the Muin of the Murim Alliance, and the Grand Duke of the Sangdae running around.

But what was really uncommon was that the archduke at the top was the fastest.

Danwoo Seong was leading the pack, facing the wind, maintaining a comfortable distance. Too much distance could have left them both feeling helpless, so he kept his distance just enough to be visible.

'The Emperor's Association and the Murim Alliance, hurry and chase after them. You guys······.'

By the way, why was that man, the man of fallen leaves, suffering so much? His lightness was quite fast, but Baek Han-gyeong's lightness was no less impressive. The two, as if they were rivals, were giving it their all in a fierce battle.

It had to be that way.

Contrary to my initial lightheartedness, I'm now running to avoid last place. After all, the only ones who will overtake the Grand Duke of the Galaxy are the two who gave up after a short run.

The match wasn't over, but both sides' goal was second place.

This was especially true because finishing last would have made the previous battle of nerves meaningless. With the honor of the Emperor's Association and the Murim Alliance at stake, they were running desperately, as if their lives were on the line.

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When Danwoo Seong started again as a member of the Murim Alliance······.

The Dokjonghori Cheolmyeongho was wandering around the upper reaches of the galaxy. Fortunately, he was able to meet General Lee Hwa-eon, who was returning from an external mission, and the unfamiliar man escorting him.

Although it had been a long time since he had seen his friend's younger brother, Cheol Myeong-ho called him over confidently.

“Hey, General.”

Lee Hwa-eon narrowed her eyes and looked at Cheol Myeong-ho.

“Who are you?”

He looked unrecognizable. Cheol Myeong-ho spoke, showing the wound on his cheek.

“Why don’t you recognize me? It’s Cheol Myeong-ho.”

Lee Hwa-eon responded with a trembling expression.

“Ah, Brother Hori, what are you doing here?”

"What's going on? I came to see your brother. Please send him a message. I have something urgent to tell you."

Lee Hwa-eon said it as if it was a pity.

“My brother is not at home.”

“No way. You made a promise to me, and now you’re leaving?”

“What did you promise?”

Cheol Myeong-ho blinked his eyes for a moment.

'······Hit me down a hundred thousand times, you little shit.'

For some reason, I didn't want to tell you.

Cheol Myeong-ho asked.

“Is it a secret where you went?”

Lee Hwa-eon replied.

“Well, it’s not a secret. He went to the Murim Alliance because he had business to attend to.”

"No, why the Murim Alliance! Why there! Why on earth! When and why!"

When Cheol Myeong-ho shouted, Lee Hwa-eon responded calmly.

"Brother, you too had some circumstances that forced you to leave so suddenly. If it's something truly important, it would be best if you followed me and discussed it. Then, Brother Hori, I'm busy, so I'll take my leave now."

Lee Hwa-eon bowed slightly to Cheol Myeong-ho and entered the Galaxy Tower first. The remaining escort drone briefly glanced at Cheol Myeong-ho before silently entering the Galaxy Tower.

The word "oath" was engraved on his back.

'The Martial Arts Alliance?'

Cheol Myeong-ho shouted.

“When will the Archduke return!”

“There is no promise!”

At Lee Hwa-eon's words, Cheol Myeong-ho struck himself on the forehead. He looked into the upper reaches of the galaxy and spoke.

"Hey! Hey! I promised I'd shit in front of the gate if the Grand Duke didn't tell me what to do next. Did you hear that? Didn't you? Hey, you little punks!"

Cheol Myeong-ho muttered as he turned around.

“······Who are you talking to?”

Cheol Myeong-ho sighed.

"Is it too late to do it a hundred thousand times? I can't help it."

Cheol Myeong-ho muttered without thinking.

“Now that it’s come to this, we’re going to invade the Murim Alliance.”

I couldn't help but be curious.

I devised a simple plan: go to the Murim Alliance, find this brat, and then ask him about the next thing. Then I set off. My curiosity was also quite intense.

I was planning to chase after them as quickly as possible, whether by horse, boat, or carriage.

Suddenly, Cheol Myeong-ho, as was his custom, lifted his iron umbrella and swung it vertically into the air. A boom followed. With a rather measured movement, he was able to open it with much greater ease than before.

“······One hundred thousand two hundred and three.”

Cheol Myeong-ho said with a serious expression.

"Anyway, the kids I hate the most in the world are the ones who start talking and then don't. They really saw me as water. Oh, no. I'm not water, I'm a poisonous tiger."

The Iron Man, who had achieved a hundred thousand strikes, headed to the Murim Alliance. He was determined to track down the Grand Duke who had caused him such hardship and then left without a word. Whether it was the Murim Alliance or Nabal, it didn't matter. Whether he went to Shaolin Temple, the Demonic Cult, or the Amipa, he was determined to track him down and question him.

What's next after the downfall······.

If Danwoo Sung had told him to do it again 300,000 or 500,000 times without any clue, Dokjongho-ri Cheolmyeongho would have been so upset that he might burst out in anger.

<The King of Fists, quick to change stance> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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