Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 47

< The King of Fists, Easily Wins >

This old martial arts leader didn't expect his feelings to reach everyone. He only harbored a small hope that at least a few of them would one day become his successors, capable of taking his place.

Yoo Jeong-hong declared with a smile.

“Now, let’s begin the Yongbongdaeyeon.”

Applause and cheers erupted here and there. As Yu Jeong-hong returned to Taesa-ui, Dan Woo-seong linked arms again and briefly reflected on the leader's words.

'Because we are Baekdo.'

It didn't mean that being white meant having a special sense of pride, having vested interests, or having justice as theirs. I simply took it to mean that we were a group of people who strived to uphold human morality.

For that simple reason, the old man lost much. Yet, perhaps this was a declaration that he would never abandon the path of Baekdo until his death.

What makes Baekdo different from Sima Oedo is that he always stands in this place.

Those who fight and sacrifice themselves while maintaining their beliefs, regardless of whether their opponent is strong or weak, can be called true Baekdo.

That's why Baekdo is stubborn and crazy.

While even Danwoo Seong was absorbed in his emotions, the host called out the participants' nicknames.

"The finalists, Kwon Gaek and Hebei Ssangchang, will now proceed to the off-stage area. Their first match in the finals will now begin."

The host's voice announced the start of the Yongbongdaeyeon.

What more words or sentiments are needed?

It was now Danwoo-seong's turn to witness Baekdo's skills.

As Cheol Myeong-ho, who was watching from the independent temporary barracks where the advancers were waiting, gazed at Dan Woo-seong, Dan Woo-seong also looked at Cheol Myeong-ho.

The cringe-worthy story was intolerable to both parties.

At the same time, the two people clicked their tongues and turned their heads, and Danwoo Sung headed towards the stage without saying a word.

Habuk Ssangchang, who had come up from the opposite side, was already relaxing the tension that had seeped into his neck and shoulders on the stage.

The master of twin spears was a type that even Dan Woo-seong had never encountered before.

Two short spears were stuck crosswise on his back. They were longer than a longsword, but naturally shorter than a long spear. However, the weapon appeared heavy, as the entire body was made of iron.

Habuk Ssangchang's face lit up with a bright energy when he saw that his opponent had no weapons. Even men who wielded fists often attached fierce blades to their armor.

Habuk Ssangchang asked.

“Are you going to do martial arts?”

Danwoo Sung wanted to respond like this.

'Yeah, he's the king.'

Of course, he didn't say anything, he just nodded slightly.

The most common types among participants, listed in order, were swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and spears. In the case of martial arts practitioners, they were extremely skilled, with practitioners divided into either extremes or mediocre practitioners.

Habuk Ssangchang thought positively.

'I guess I'll win this one.'

It was my first time seeing him, and I had never heard of the nickname "Kwon-gaek." Furthermore, he didn't seem to belong to the Sega or Sect.

'I can win.'

I gave myself a hint.

The host said.

“Yes.”

As Danwoo Seong and Habuk Ssangchang took the lottery, the host on stage spoke briefly.

“Let’s get started.”

There are no judges on stage. The judges are all the onlookers, including the leader, Yoo Jeong-hong.

The two walked briefly across the wide stage, closing the distance between them.

Since lightness is also important in the fights between martial artists, the stage was quite wide.

Habuk Ssangchang, who had been closing the distance, silently pulled out the spears on his back with both hands. He spoke with a confident expression.

“Let’s get started.”

Danwoo-seong stopped and pulled the gauntlet he had received from Hwaeunwol tightly into his hand.

The people who had been looking at each other for a while ran at the same time.

Danwoo-seong ran because he didn't care about his opponent, while Habuk-ssangchang ran because he expected to launch an aggressive attack against his unarmed opponent. Furthermore, because he could control his offense and defense with his twin spears, the offensive and defensive battles felt much more comfortable.

But what does this feel like?

The speed of the approaching customer was much faster than expected.

The startled Habuk Ssangchang swung his right spear at Danwoo Seong, who was right in front of him, and drew a semicircle with his left hand while swinging his left spear in a defensive manner.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Danwoo Seong, who did not slow down, avoided the spear thrust into his face with a nod of his head, and at the same time, kicked the left spear's torso with his right foot and pushed it away.

puck!

Habuk Ssangchang took a step back, stopped, and then gathered his courage again.

'What, it was just a push.'

If he had the inner strength, he would have missed the spear, but he wasn't that skilled.

Next, Habuk Ssangchang and Wei Hoyeon, who took a slanted rotational stance, added rotational force to their Ssangchang and attacked.

Whaaeng!

One spear fell vertically, then gained momentum and passed through in a horizontal slash, then the next spear aimed at Danwoo Seong's leg, and Wi Hoyeon flew into the air and simultaneously thrust out his twin spears.

It was a refreshing attack.

Danwoo Seong, who had dodged the spears by stepping back, caught the twin spears that were coming at him with both hands. Then, Wi Hoyeon, who was floating in the air, twisted his entire body and spun around.

It was a split-second decision.

It was a quick response to tear the opponent's armor.

Danwoo Seong, who had released his grip just before Wihohyun's spear spun, took a half-step forward and instantly grabbed the spear's body again. This was a move that made him look like a battle-hardened veteran.

Chin! Snap.

There was a friction sound between the armor and the spear's body. Furthermore, Wei Hoyeon was still floating in the air.

Wi Hoyeon opened his eyes wide.

'Strength······.'

It was only then that I saw that my opponent's forearms were indeed strong and thick compared to his body.

No matter how hard I tried to stay afloat, I looked like a child struggling, and my face was turning red.

But that doesn't mean you can give up on the window.

At that moment, Danwoo Sung pulled the twin spears with both hands and simultaneously kicked his left foot towards the face of Wihoyeon who was coming towards him.

The two twin spears that fell from the left and right sides of Danwoo-seong's horse landed on the stage with a loud thud.

At the same time, with a popping sound, Wei Hoyeon flew away.

The heads and eyes of the onlookers all turned in unison to follow the Habuk Ssangchang flying in a parabolic arc.

“Wow······.”

“Are you okay?”

Even in the midst of all this, Wi Hoyeon managed to block the kick by crossing his arms. However, as he flew away, he appeared to have already lost consciousness. This was because the shockwave transmitted through his arms reached his head.

“Huh? The posture.”

Hwa Eun-wol, who was among the onlookers, jumped up with her long robe fluttering, then lightly grabbed the back of the neck of the falling Wi Ho-yeon and carefully laid him down on the ground.

Only then did the onlookers breathe a sigh of relief. Hwa Eun-wol looked at Wi Ho-yeon and spoke briefly.

“He fainted. His life is not in danger.”

The host spoke from the stage.

"Kwon-gaek, victory. Please rest and wait in your personal quarters. Moving from place to place is prohibited."

The cheers weren't that loud, as most people didn't even know who the spectator was.

But even after the cheering ended, Cheol Myeong-ho was still clapping with a stern expression.

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap.

Cheol Myeong-ho felt like he was learning something new every moment. Regardless of whether people thought it was strange or not, he stubbornly clapped for a long time.

'My friend, Master, is really strong.'

Master, friend, and bastard were all strange terms referring to Danwoo Sung.

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As Danwoo Seong came down from the stage, the Hwa siblings walked nearby.

Danwoo Seong spoke as the Baekryongdae's unmanned personnel who had been waiting in the waiting area for those who were waiting to advance stopped them.

“We are a group.”

Hwa Eun-wol said as she took the lottery ticket with a smile.

"Your Highness, congratulations on your victory. It's nice to see you again, Prince Ussan."

Why had Hwa Eun-wol come? Having made a bet with Dokgo Han, she was determined to stick close to Dan Woo-seong from now on. Someone might come to harm him. It could be said that Hwa Eun-wol had come because she was stronger than the Baekryongdae warriors.

Danwoo-seong smiled.

“Sogaju, Sojeo Hwa.”

Cheol Myeong-ho responded with a stern expression.

“I’m not a Confucius with an umbrella. I’m a Dokjonghori Cheolmyeongho.”

Hwa Eun-wol nodded as if she understood.

“Ah, you’re the iron prince.”

“No, that’s not it. Exclusive······.”

Danwoo Seong said to Cheolmyeongho.

“Do it in moderation.”

"yes."

Only then did Cheol Myeong-ho close his mouth. Then, suddenly, he glanced at Hwa Eun-seol, who was standing behind Hwa Eun-wol. His eyes widened and he clenched his jaw tightly. He couldn't find the words to say in front of such a pretty woman, so he decided not to open his mouth at all.

Hwa Eun-wol, fluttering her fan, looked at the stage and said this.

"I didn't attend. I was provoked by Dokgo Han of the Dokgo family, so I impulsively bet 30,000 nyang on the Grand Duke's victory. I didn't mean to burden you. Hahaha…"

"yes?"

Hwa Eun-seol was even more surprised by these words.

Hwa Eun-wol said, putting her finger to her lips.

"Shh, have you ever seen your brother make a bet? What was it like each time?"

“You won everything.”

"okay."

When the Hwa siblings looked at Dan Woo-seong, Dan Woo-seong responded briefly.

“Well done. I’ll make sure you don’t lose it.”

There are many reasons, and I had no intention of losing in the first place.

Danwoo Seong asked while showing the gift box he had received.

“Does this armor have a name? Senior Murimmaeng guessed it was made by Cheonjam Baeksa from Baekri Sega.”

Hwa Eun-wol nodded with a surprised expression.

“Who found out about that?”

“The preliminary judge recognized me. He was a senior of considerable age.”

Hwa Eun-wol nodded.

"Baekri Se-ga is indeed the item. We once gave Baekri Se-ga a sword for his birthday, and he liked it, so we received it in return. According to the master, it was called Cheonjam Baeksa. Since the Baekri Se-ga family transitioned to a sword family several generations ago, he said it would be better for it to be used by a better owner."

Danwoo-seong nodded.

I didn't bother asking what the Hwa clan's main martial arts were. Based on the circumstances so far, I felt they were hiding their strength far better than previously thought. Hwa Eun-seol wielded a sword, and Hwa Eun-wol still held a fan, suggesting their range of martial arts was quite broad.

The four people looked back at the stage.

This time, the name on the nameplate hanging on the far right of the bracket was called. Hwa Eun-wol smiled and explained to Dan Woo-seong.

"The man wielding the pitch-black sword is none other than Dokgo Han of the Dokgo family. I don't know the young Taoist priest Jongguja. Dokgo Han is also one of the favorites for victory, so it will probably be over soon."

Hwa Eun-seol asked.

“How many moves will it take?”

Hwa Eun-wol said while looking at Dokgo Han's opponent.

“Three times, what does Your Highness think?”

Danwoo Seong, with his arms crossed, watched Dokgo Han and his opponent, then replied:

“I think once or twice will be enough.”

Cheol Myeong-ho, who had been trying not to speak, opened his mouth because he couldn't contain his curiosity.

“Why?”

“If I were to kill him, I could do it with a single sword, but since I’m not going to kill him, I think I’ll either use a second strike or internal energy.”

In any case, it means that the difference in skill between the two people is clear.

As Dokgo Han stood still, his opponent swung his sword first and charged at him.

Dokgohan held out his sword normally.

At that moment, a strangely cheerful metallic sound erupted, and Jongguja's sword clung to Dokgohan's heavy sword.

Then, the internal energy surged in.

As Jongguja's expression turned pale, Dokgohan snapped Jongguja's sword and broke it.

Jongguja, half-conscious, had already fallen on his butt. Had his opponent not broken his sword, he would have been seriously injured.

Only the Dokgo family members who came to watch were giving loud applause and cheers.

The referee pointed to Dokgo Han.

“Alone and without a blade, victory.”

Mubong (無鋒) means without a blade and refers to the heavy sword used by Dokgo Se-ga.

It was a short fight that clearly impressed upon those watching that he was a contender for the championship.

<The King of Fists Wins Easily> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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