Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 43

<The King of Fists, The Three-Way Battle of Yongbongdaeyeon>

“Your Majesty, this is Yelü Mountain.”

Hwa Eun-wol, who was watching the eve of the festival, responded.

“Come in.”

Yul-san was the man who gave the armor to Dan-woo-seong and was also So-ga-ju's bodyguard.

As Yul-san approached, he said:

“As you said, he is an impressive man.”

Of course, I was talking about Danwoosung, because Sogaju was interested in it.

“How does it feel when you see it up close?”

I was curious about Yalulsan's insight. Yalulsan answered very simply.

“It was strong.”

“Is that all?”

“Yongbongdaeyeon, you seem like someone who can climb the Eight Rivers.”

“No way.”

“What do you think, Sogaju?”

“It will be a three-way battle for the championship.”

“You really think highly of me.”

Hwa Eun-wol smiled.

"During the light-air competition, he ran ahead, waiting for us who were lagging behind. He deliberately maintained a precise gap. He's a man with a lot of experience."

“Did you notice that the Lord of the Soga slowed down?”

“I don’t know until then.”

Yalulsan said.

“It’s clear that they’ve hidden their skills, but it’s a bit much to call it a three-way battle.”

Sampajeon means······.

It refers to a force that can emerge as a winner.

The first is, of course, a disciple of the old school belonging to the Murim Alliance.

The second is the later index of the Sega belonging to the Imperial Council.

This means that Danwooseong is added here, so I thought it was quite high.

Samshin Ilseong couldn't send his disciples to such a competition, because they were already older than most elders.

This is also the case for the leader of Yoo Jeong-hong.

From the host's perspective, he thought it was ridiculous to send away his disciples. So it was a three-way battle.

This is what Yalulsan predicted.

"No matter how strong the Galactic Empire's Confucius is, he'll be held back by the Namgung or Dokgo factions when he faces the Emperor's Association. He won't be able to overcome the walls of Hwasan and the Shamans when he faces the Gu faction. The Haenam faction will also have a tough time. Even the Palgang faction will only achieve this feat if they have good luck with the matchups. There are many strong players who aren't part of the Meng or the Huai faction. Even those we don't know will undoubtedly participate. Perhaps Sima Wei's disciples, trained by the demon leaders, could sneak in."

Hwa Eun-wol smiled.

"Sana, you should have examined the combat more closely. The master of the upper class didn't use his internal energy in this combat. He even subdued the man wielding dual swords using the "soft can overcome hard" technique. This means he didn't properly utilize his external energy either. He conserved his strength as much as possible, yet still prevailed through experience."

I replayed the previous skirmish at Yulsan. As Sogaju had said, there was definitely no movement using internal energy.

"hmm······."

Hwa Eun-wol said.

"Let's imagine adding external skills to the skills we've seen, then internal skills, and then adding yet another main martial art we haven't yet demonstrated. They'll probably be aiming for victory."

Yalulsan replied.

“What are you going to do? Since you’ve come all the way to the Yongbongdaeyeon, shouldn’t you be the winner?”

"If I were to participate, I would first intend to defeat all the Emperor's Association members, but… it won't be easy. Are you going to skip this year?"

"yes?"

"Or maybe I should just marry her off to Eunseol or Sangdang Gongja. I was debating."

Hwa Eun-seol (華恩雪) is Hwa Eun-wol's only younger sister. Her nickname was Seolbong-hwang (雪鳳凰), even though she had no connection to the Yongbongdaeyeon. Just as Hwa Eun-wol was a rare handsome man, Hwa Eun-seol was also a beautiful woman.

Yul-san was startled by this unexpected joke.

“What kind of trouble are you trying to make by saying something like that? You’re the kind of person who starts a fight just by mentioning the word ‘marriage of convenience.’”

Hwa Eun-wol shook her head.

"If you marry into a Sega family like Dokgo or Namgung or one of the Imperial Society, that's a strategic move. The other party is the Eunha Sangdan. This combination is also better. I thought something good would happen if two Sega families joined forces, but that's not the case at all. While that Grand Duke is surprisingly strong, the Sega Sangdan itself isn't particularly strong. Our family can fill in that gap, making it a perfect match. Wouldn't it be fun to make the Eunha Sangdan the undisputed best in the world?"

Hwa Eun-wol let her imagination run wild.

“Is the Milky Way really that big?”

"I think he'll be among the top five. He's not widely known because his status as a top tier member is quite frugal. That greedy old man, Guyang, wouldn't have been interested in him for nothing. It's true that he brutally beat Guyang Sheng, so the other vassals are probably waiting for him. Even if I don't step forward, the later members of the Imperial Society will have a tough time this time."

Yalulsan said.

“If the top Confucius wins, then think about it.”

Hwa Eun-wol clicked her tongue.

"Gambling and competition aren't like that. If I win anyway, I'll be getting marriage proposals from all over the place…"

“I guess so.”

"All the Sega with young women will rush in. Only then will they think like me. The Galactic Empire, with its wealth, will be even more aggressive. Marriage negotiations will rage like a war. The leader favors young masters, so they might even take them. That's why we need to approach them before they do and explore the possibilities."

Ha Eun-wol possessed a strategist's edge, and she utilized this ability in her marriage negotiations. Ha Eun-wol's characteristic demeanor, which made it difficult to tell whether she was joking or serious, was also a characteristic of hers.

Yul-san said with a dejected expression.

"Oh, Lord Soga. This is Yongbongdaeyeon. I haven't come to save my brother-in-law."

Hwa Eun-wol flapped her fan as she looked out the window.

"I've come this far, how could I focus on just one thing? I've seen the Yongbongdaeyeon Festival, I've saved my brother-in-law, I've saved my wife, I've found your wife, I've checked out the Murim Alliance, I've had some drinks, I've seen some beauties…"

At that moment, the door opened wide and a woman strode in and spoke.

“Brother.”

Yul-san smiled and lowered his head slightly.

“Are you here?”

Hwa Eun-wol scolded her younger sister with a trembling expression.

“Without manners, this······.”

Hwa Eun-seol said with a calm expression.

“Brother, you could hear me talking all the way down the hallway.”

Yul-san took a step back and looked at the two people.

“······Then I.”

Hwa Eun-wol waved her hand as if telling him to run away.

"Seol-ah, have you forgotten what your father said? He told you to find a handsome young man and bring him to me. The choice is yours, but I, too, have a duty to consider it from your brother's perspective. You're of marriageable age, so how long are you going to live like other men, fighting and arguing? Have you also set your sights on the martial world?"

"It wasn't me who had aspirations for martial arts. My family had aspirations for martial arts. I'm their daughter."

Suddenly, Hwa Eun-wol looked at Hwa Eun-seol's expression and asked her a surprise question.

“Did you see it?”

“What is it?”

“Eve of the festival.”

“I saw it. There’s a window in my room too.”

Hwa Eun-wol asked while looking into Hwa Eun-seol's eyes.

“Is he handsome? Do you like him?”

When Hwa Eun-seol did not answer, Hwa Eun-wol smiled and said.

"You came because you were curious. What's our relationship? Why did you lend me your armor? Hahahaha! How could you possibly fool this older brother? It's ridiculous."

“No?”

Hwa Eun-seol said as she turned around before her face turned red.

“I was just passing by and my words came out.”

“Take a look.”

Hwa Eun-wol chuckled when she saw her younger sister's ears turning red as she left the room.

'Oh my, how am I supposed to clean that up? My eyes are just so high.'

Hwa Eun-seol, who was walking down the hallway, saw a man coming up the stairs and her eyes grew wide.

"oh my."

Since the blush had not yet disappeared from her face, Hwa Eun-seol quickly turned around and looked at the wall.

Danwoo Seong was climbing the stairs when he saw a woman looking at the wall and flinched in surprise.

'crazy······.'

For a moment, I thought she was a crazy woman, but her attire was exquisite, and her long, tied-back hair was utterly sleek. Judging by her aura, she was clearly a daughter of the Sega clan, and her posture was perfectly upright, as if she had trained in martial arts for years. Furthermore, she had a thin, precious-looking longsword at her waist, making it all the more unlikely that she was a crazy woman.

But since he couldn't understand why he was doing that, Danwoo-seong quietly passed through the hallway and asked in what was presumed to be Hwa-eun-wol's room.

“Autumn wind······Hwa Sogaju, are you there?”

Since I'd lent him my armor, he'd come with the intention of offering him a cup of tea. The door swung open, and Hwa Eun-wol appeared, her expression bright with joy.

“What brings you here? Come in.”

“Let’s have a cup of tea.”

"Let's go. By the way, if we get closer, you'll call me 'Foliage'. You keep saying 'Chu-pung, Chu-pung.' That's not my nickname."

“It’s impressive, that’s why.”

“Now that it’s come to this, I’m wondering if I should just push it with a nickname.”

When Hwa Eun-wol came out, Hwa Eun-seol had disappeared into her room at a rapid pace, as if she was performing lightness.

“Ahem······.”

Hwa Eun-wol, who was walking down the hallway, deliberately whispered in a small voice in front of Hwa Eun-seol's door.

“Hey little brother? Would you like some tea?”

Hwa Eun-seol, who had been listening to the door, was startled and quietly stepped back. Then, turning her head in the opposite direction, she responded.

“Oh? No?”

“If you don’t like it, then don’t. Let’s go.”

As Danwoo Seong and Hwa Eunwol went down the stairs, Hwa Eunseol quietly approached the door again and put her ear to it.

Hwa Eun-wol's voice was heard.

"Ah, my ugly little sister. She's here to participate in the Yongbongdaeyeon. I'm not saying this just because she's my little sister, but because she's a strong contender for the championship. She's a bit of a slacker…" Hahahahaha.

What followed was crucial. Danwoo Sung responded:

“You were looking at the wall······.”

Hwa Eun-seol sighed and banged on the door with her hand.

'Why did I do that?'

Hwa Eun-wol's absurd response flowed out.

"He was practicing meditation. He's obsessed with his practice. My brother was trained to meditate in any place, seeking enlightenment in the Martial Arts. He has incredible concentration, so I have a lot to learn from him."

Danwoo-seong burst into a rare laugh at Hwa Eun-wol's joke. Hwa Eun-seol, too, was laughing at the absurdity of it all when Hwa Eun-wol spoke in a voice filled with inner strength.

“Eunseol, stop eavesdropping and come down for some tea.”

Hwa Eun-seol's smile vanished again. He truly was a ghostly brother.

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As Hwa Eun-wol, who had been looking at the two mute people who had eaten honey, burst into laughter, Hwa Eun-seol asked.

“Brother, why are you like that?”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

Hwa Eun-wol covered her face with her hands.

Hwaeunseol was also a great person, but Confucius of the Milky Way was even more great.

He seemed completely uninterested in Hwa Eun-seol. Nor was he the type to offer polite remarks. He was truly blunt. He found the combination of Hwa Eun-seol and Hwa Eun-seol amusing, and he burst out laughing.

Hwa Eun-wol said, pointing to the sword that Dan Woo-seong had placed on the table.

"The armor was a gift. There's no need to return it. Use it for the Yongbongdaeyeon."

Danwoo Sung didn't refuse. He considered it important to accept and use the gift gratefully. He was a man who knew how to repay.

“I will use it well.”

Hwa Eun-wol asked while cutting her hair.

“Your Majesty, do you know who the favorites are for the Dragon Phoenix Festival?”

“I don’t know.”

“This is a big deal. I’m so in the dark about the news.”

Hwa Eun-wol pointed at Hwa Eun-seol with her finger and gave an order.

“Explain it to me.”

Hwa Eun-seol pointed at herself with her finger.

"Me? Why? My brother knows better."

Hwa Eun-wol replied.

"If you tell me to, do it. I, your brother, have yielded because I felt sorry for you sitting there like a mute who has eaten honey. If we part ways after having a cup of tea like this, what will the Archduke think of you? He'll mistake you for a master who meditates against the wall, lost in thought even while drinking tea. That's not true. If you won't speak, I should tell the Archduke some stories from your childhood. There were many interesting things happening there…"

Hwa Eun-seol cut off her brother's words.

“Let me explain.”

Hwa Eun-wol glared at the two men. This man was terrifying in a strange way. He was trying to probe the mind of the King of Fists, who had no interest in women.

The end of <The King of Fists, The Three-Way Battle of Yongbongdaeyeon>

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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