Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 42

< The King's face turns red >

The silence created by Danwoo Seong was beautiful.

It was a deadlock because no one expected that a new man, a man whose name was unknown, a young man without a military history, would so overwhelmingly knock out his opponent.

This meaningful silence was also beautiful to Cheol Myeong-ho.

'Wow… You made everyone shut up.'

The expressions on the faces of his colleagues as they carried the unconscious Joa-sol away were also worth seeing. They couldn't even utter a word, knowing that Dan Woo-sung had deliberately punched the ground to show his mercy.

“That was great!”

“I’m seeing you for the first time······?”

A few people applauded, and a few exchanged a few words with their colleagues. Only then did the silence break, creating a festive atmosphere. The Sega and Sect's later leaders made eye contact and shrugged, seemingly oblivious to Danwoo's true identity.

Of course, if the Murong and Guyang families had been present, they could have explained who Danwooseong was. However, the Guyang family was holding back because of Guyangsaeng, and the Murong family, with the previous head of the clan missing, had no time to participate in this Yongbongdaeyeon.

That's why Danwoo Seong was a young strong man who suddenly appeared.

Will anyone dare to challenge again?

The late-rounders, with their eyes set on victory, were watching Dan Woo-seong with interest, but of course, they had no intention of participating in the pre-event. To win, they needed to be in top physical condition.

Eventually, a challenger who wanted to build a reputation quietly walked out from the opposite side where Danwoo-seong was looking.

The reason this man came forward was simple.

Although Danwoo-seong easily subdued Joa-sol, he confirmed that he had no weapon. This was what he was thinking.

"He looks quite strong, but his martial arts have clear limitations. Furthermore, he's not even wearing a fist armor. He's overconfident."

I was trying to convince him that his thoughts and judgments on the subject of ignorance would be good enough to stand in this position.

A man who wielded a quick sword introduced himself.

“This is Yeon-i-bo (淵理保) of the Muryang Geomryu (無量劍流) from Hamnyeong.”

In martial arts, there aren't only sects, but there are also schools that often introduce themselves in this way. It wasn't common.

Danwoo Sung briefly revealed only three characters of his name.

Yeon-i-bo asked as he simultaneously pulled out the twin swords hanging from his back with a ssung-sound.

“You don’t even have a glove, are you okay?”

Danwoo Seong replied with his arms crossed.

“It’s okay.”

At this moment, a man who had been sitting diagonally by the window of the inn and watching intervened with a voice full of inner strength.

“······Everyone, I’m sorry for interrupting.”

The voice was so clear that everyone's gaze turned to a building. In the distance, autumn leaves, silver moon, and small households were fluttering their fans.

Hwa Eun-wol folded her fan and spoke toward the center of the stage.

"······I'd like to give my family's armor to the young master who wields the sword. It's not a combat armor with metal attachments, but rather a simple protective armor to protect the hand. What do you two think?"

Hwa Eun-wol asked the parties involved, but the answers were given by the onlookers.

“Give it to me!”

“Good! That would be fair!”

Danwoo Sung smiled faintly as he gazed at the autumn leaves. It wasn't necessary, but it didn't look good to refuse such a request.

Yeon-i-bo had a trembling expression on her face, but because of the atmosphere, she said it as if she would readily give permission.

"What's the problem? I don't want the Confucius here to get hurt either. I'll wait, so please pass it on."

Yeon-i-bo glared at Hwa-eun-wol for a moment.

'That rotten bastard is interfering······.'

Hwaeunwol Sogaju looked at the place where the onlookers were gathered and gave orders to Gasol.

“Yalu, give me your armor.”

A man answered the cow owner while taking the lottery ticket.

“Yes, I understand.”

A man with a blunt expression strode towards Danwoo Sung and handed him a pair of gloves made of an unidentifiable material.

It looked thin and flexible, but it was clearly only for hand protection. I'd brought it because it was the glove used by the participants of the Hwasiseaga Yongbongdaeyeon.

“I will use it well.”

Danwoo-seong put on his gloves and expressed his gratitude to the man with the surname Yul and the owner of the autumn leaves.

“Thank you for your consideration, Sogaju.”

Hwa Eun-wol replied with a sly smile.

“Don’t mention it.”

Cheol Myeong-ho approached Dan Woo-seong, his gaze moving here and there, and whispered to him.

“Hey, is this poisonous or something? Are your hands okay?”

Danwoo Seong responded to Cheolmyeongho's nagging.

"Think about it before you say something like that. The martial arts people have sharper ears than you."

“Oh, really?”

When Cheol Myeong-ho looked at Hwa Eun-wol with a slightly nervous expression, Hwa Eun-wol looked at Cheol Myeong-ho and burst out laughing.

"Umbrella Prince, you were impressive too. I see you two were friends."

Cheol Myeong-ho took the lottery ticket with a half-hearted smile.

Hwa Eun-wol looked at the two people with a smile on her face, and then suddenly had this guess.

"Your master is a grand duke from the Galactic Empire. Your friend is your master. You're both unique. What an interesting martial artist."

The sight of the autumn leaves and the silver moon was truly ghostly.

Danwoo Seong walked to the center and held out one hand.

“Let’s get started.”

Yeon-i-bo took a stance with twin swords.

The left sword was in a defensive stance, while the right sword was in an offensive stance. There's no such thing as a half-assed fight. Even on the eve of a duel, victory hinges on inflicting serious injury, or, if unlucky, even death. Even a close fight doesn't guarantee life.

After Yeon-i-bo had composed herself, she launched a preemptive strike. She slashed Dan-woo-seong's shoulder with her right sword, then swept down his lower body with her left sword, spinning around once before increasing her speed and unleashing a swift sword strike.

Twin swords and double swords have more schools and sects than ever before.

Of course, it was the legacy and influence of Jin So-han, who rose to the top of the world using a pair of swords. Even in martial arts, there were trends, and the Muryang Sword School was one of those schools influenced by them.

Danwoo Seong moved before the swords even reached their "point of impact." He dodged the twin swords by reading the shape of the lowering shoulder, the direction of the swing, the position of the hand, and the intention of the attacker.

Danwoo Seong, who had briefly distanced himself, opened both arms wide and glared at Yeon Ibo. It was time to practice combining martial arts with the Ihwa Shingong.

Danwoo Seong considers the entire period of the Yongbongdaeyeon, including the pre-event, as a training ground.

Since there were many people watching, I was also mindful not to expose my power.

As Danwoosung quickly dug in, Yeonibo, unable to discern his intentions, crossed his twin swords and swung them forward six or seven times. As befitting a sect that used the Quick Sword, the swordsmanship was incredibly dazzling and swift.

Cheol Myeong-ho, who had been watching, rubbed his arm.

I got goosebumps.

If he had been there, he would have been hit six or seven times already, his whole body covered in scars.

Unlike before, many things were reminded of the opponent's movements.

However, due to the Oryobo method that Yeon-i-bo's fast black single-stroke was using, it passed by leaving only a narrow gap between various parts of the body.

Yeon-i-bo was actually the one who launched the attack, and was intimidated by Dan-woo-seong's defensive skills and evasion ability.

'He's an expert.'

There are probably no words that describe the situation more simply.

Yeon-i-bo changed his basic stance with his twin swords, and whenever he caught Dan-woo-seong's movements approaching, he quickly switched from 70% defense to 30% offense.

Then, startled, Yeon-i-bo soared into the air. Dan-woo-seong, lowering his upper body, slid in with a strange, sliding motion, then kicked his right foot so hard that it seemed to sweep the floor.

But only after soaring into the air did Yeon-i-bo realize that the attack from below was a psychological warfare to set up the next attack.

'ah!'

Yeon Ibo aimed his left sword at Dan Woo-seong and threw his right sword at him by surprise.

Wedge!

There was no choice.

Because it was a dual sword, it was also a countermeasure that could be chosen.

Because of the surge of power and speed, if you make a careless attack, you expect to get your sword or arm caught.

Danwoo Seong accurately grabbed the handle of the flying sword with his left hand, changed direction, and swung it, sending Yeon-i-bo's sword flying with a snap.

Yeon-i-bo, who had lost both his swords in an instant, kicked the ground once as if trying to keep his pride as a warrior, and then pushed forward, holding out his swords.

The subsequent response of Danwoo Seong seemed to be a sign of the shamanistic ideology.

With the Ihwa Shingong, Yeon-ibo's two hands entangled each other, and as he stepped back, he twisted them left and right.

Yeon-i-bo's body floated up as if it were about to fall over, then spun around three or four times in the air with a loud noise before falling to the floor with a thud.

Before Yeon-i-bo could even get up, Dan-woo-seong kicked Yeon-i-bo's head with his right foot.

Bam-!

Yeon-i-bo, trying to get up, stared awkwardly at Dan-woo-seong's instep. Looking at the spot where his foot had struck, he saw a hollow in the ground. Only then did his breath catch in his throat. He had nearly died.

At this time, Danwoo-seong helped Yeon-i-bo up.

“Are you okay, Yeon So-hyeop?”

Yeon-i-bo came to her senses with a startled expression and, without realizing it, responded in a polite tone.

“Oh, it’s okay.”

When the winner was decided, this time, instead of being static, cheers erupted from the eve of the match, as if they had seen a good fight.

The fact that no one was injured also contributed to the peace of mind of the onlookers. A thunderous applause erupted from all sides.

Yeon-i-bo spoke to Dan-woo-seong, who was supporting her, with a surprised expression.

“I learned a lot.”

“It was a good fight.”

Yeon-i-bo replied with a smile.

“I will support the Yongbongdaeyeon.”

Danwoo-seong smiled faintly and nodded slightly toward Yeon-i-bo.

A man who was watching the pre-event social gathering walked out holding a fan and focused everyone's attention by hitting his palm with the fan several times.

“······From the perspective of the society watching the eve of the festival, I will prohibit the secret ritual of Confucius who has achieved this victory.”

As boos poured in from all sides, the host chuckled and said.

"That won't do. I asked the martial arts league members, and they said he's the Grand Duke of the Galaxy. He's a small group participating in the finals of the Yongbong Daeyeon. The stage where the strong fight should be even more magnificent than the eve of the festival. What do you think, Grand Duke?"

Danwoo Seong replied.

“I’ll stop here.”

The host said this while taking the lottery ticket from Dan Woo-seong.

“I’ll see you at the Yongbongdaeyeon main event.”

Danwoo-seong nodded to Cheolmyeong-ho and said.

“I’ll get you a place to stay first.”

Cheol Myeong-ho responded as if he was relieved.

"let's go."

When Cheol Myeong-ho went, not a single person stepped aside.

But as Danwoo began to walk, the crowd naturally made way. Cheolmyeongho muttered with an exasperated expression.

"Weakness is a sin. I'm a sinner. It's like the sea parting to make way for me. It's fucking crazy."

Danwoo Sung said as he hit Cheolmyeong Ho on the head.

“You better watch that mouth.”

While people were watching, Cheol Myeong-ho deliberately answered in a loud voice.

“Yes, Master, please stop hitting my head.”

“That crazy guy, what is Master······.”

As the onlookers looked at Dan Woo-seong and Cheol Myeong-ho, Dan Woo-seong's face turned bright red in embarrassment without him knowing it.

It was a situation where I got hit by Cheol Myeong-ho.

Whether it was a misunderstanding or not, it was truly an embarrassing situation for a man to have beaten his disciple's head.

Danwoo Seong said.

“Okay, shut up.”

Cheol Myeong-ho deliberately responded more politely.

“Yes, from now on I will keep my mouth shut.”

At that moment, Cheol Myeong-ho had a profound realization. He now knew that he would never be beaten by his friends in crowded places again.

It was truly fortunate.

Hwa-eun-wol, who was sitting on the window sill of her lodging, was watching this scene intently with a smile on her face.

<The King's Face Turns Red> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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