Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 49

< The King of Fist, Overwhelming < Paid Start Edition >

As Danwoo-seong continued to close the distance, Dokgo-han unconsciously moved to the outskirts and widened the distance between them.

The structure of the pursuer and the runaway.

When he instinctively realized that his opponent was strong, Dokgohan somehow felt that he did not have enough time to think.

Time remains constant, but when a person's mind is intimidated, it feels that way. This suggests that Dokgo Han lacks practical combat experience compared to his brute strength. He was particularly intimidated by men stronger than himself, which is unlikely. It's unlikely anyone has ever attempted to kill the Dokgo family's lord.

peel.

Danwoo-seong is not a man who cannot understand Dokgo-han's psychology.

He opened his eyes as if he wasn't giving me time to think, and then quickly closed the distance.

The two moved as if they were hunting.

Phew!

Danwoo Seong sent out a strong wind to forcibly fix the trajectory of the heavy sword.

Taang!

When Dokgo Han had no choice but to raise his sword to block the attack, Dan Woo-seong suddenly appeared in front of him and reached out to snatch the sword.

Dokgo Han responded as the chairman.

Danwoo Sung's hand shape changed from a hook to a fist, and in that brief moment, he added strength to his shoulder and struck.

puck!

Dokgo Han's left shoulder was pushed back. He spun around as if trying to maintain his balance, then soared into the air, then spun sideways twice before landing. He was determined to somehow regain some distance.

But before I could even fall, I had no choice but to swing my sword downward. I felt Danwoo Sung constantly chasing me from below. A chill ran down my spine.

Boohoo!

The trajectory forced Danwoo to launch a simple attack. Danwoo slanted his stance to avoid the heavy sword, then kicked Dokgohan's lower body with his left foot as he fell.

puck!

When Dokgo Han's lower body was facing the sky and his upper body was leaning towards the ground, Dokgo Han struck the ground with his sword and fell far away as if he was rowing away.

Danwoo-seong smiled faintly.

'It's different from how it looks, but it runs away well.'

Dokgo Han staggered and barely managed to straighten his posture.

What a miserable sight!

Namgung-wi, who had been watching, was about to burst out laughing, but barely managed to cover his mouth.

Come to think of it, that gambler's next opponent was himself.

'Damn, this is no time to laugh.'

It was better for him if the two of them were to plan a double-cross. Therefore, Namgung Wi had no choice but to support Dokgo Han.

“Dokgohan, is that all you can do?”

Dokgo Han responded as soon as he heard Namgung Wi's unpleasant voice.

“Shut up!”

Danwoo-seong spoke while rubbing his ears as if Dokgo-han's voice was noisy.

“Spout.”

“This dog······.”

Dokgohan roughly pulled his heavy sword back and swung it forward while explosively releasing his internal energy.

It was a season that had not yet been completed, a season of breaking the heavens.

Ssaeaeak!

The martial artists who had been watching all bowed their heads.

Danwoo-seong wasn't the type to be hit by this honest attack. He stood outside the attack's range after deploying his Oryo-bo method once.

But the momentum was still strong.

The host on the stage who had been watching pulled out the sword at his waist, then quickly released a burst of sword energy into the air and then quickly lowered the sword.

Taang!

The sword energy of the outer form, which flew at a speed much faster than that of Dokgo Han, collided in the air and the two energies were completely destroyed.

The host seemed uncomfortable with the leader drawing his sword in front of him, and he bowed his head once towards the leader, Yoo Jeong-hong.

Yoo Jeong-hong waved his hand slightly to show that it was okay.

“It’s okay.”

Looking at it that way, all the masters occupying the podium could be said to be the best Baekdo masters in the martial arts world.

Dokgo Han, his composure shaken, began to rampage, swinging his heavy sword. His initial momentum was so great that even Dan Woo-seong could only dodge, deploying his tactic. With momentum, one can instinctively apply variables to unleash unexpected attacks, or, with a stroke of luck, strike an opponent and turn the tide.

there is.

However, the veterans of Baekdo who were watching could easily predict how the fight would end.

'The sword is heavy, but the heart is light.'

It was dissonant. Just because they wielded heavy swords, not all swordsmen of the Dokgo family were composed and composed. Yoo Jeong-hong and the elders of the Murim Alliance looked at Dokgo Han with sour expressions.

I wasn't able to demonstrate my abilities.

First of all, the possibility of giving Dokgohan the sword of Guga Cheolbang has disappeared.

Dokgo Han, who had swung his sword like a madman a dozen times, finally realized he was on the path to defeat. It was a terrible feeling.

'ah······.'

Only then did I feel the cold stares of those around me.

Dokgo Han took a quick breath, assumed a defensive stance, and looked at Danwoo Sung. How could he approach the fight with such a calm expression and air?

It wasn't his martial arts skills, but he seemed strong as a person.

I almost thought that maybe he had waited a moment for me to calm down.

Danwoo-seong stared at Dokgo-han.

It was right to wait. If you're not a traitor, it's just a small consideration from a senior who hopes you'll grow into the Baekdo Sword someday.

Danwoo-seong nodded as if to tell me to come back in.

Dokgo Han's heart also calmed down. As the other person showed consideration, Dokgo Han's tone changed slightly.

“I’ll go.”

Dokgo Han honestly predicted the attack and moved. After suppressing his fear, he ran forward and soared into the air.

He swung his sword with the skill of grasping a sword, as if he was about to unleash his tension and squeeze out his internal energy for a final showdown.

Danwoo Seong countered the tension with his right fist, then grabbed the heavy sword with his left and pulled it back. The trick to the swordsmanship was already quite effective, as Danwoo Seong's attack power was already quite high.

In that moment, Danwoo's torso was full of weak points.

Dokgo Han lifted his left foot and kicked Dan Woo-seong's waist.

At this time, Dokgo Han's body, holding the heavy sword, floated into the air.

Danwoo-seong grabbed the heavy sword with his left hand and then lifted it in a flash. Like Dokgo-han's nickname, the entire sword was bladeless, so there was absolutely no chance of it cutting him.

The two men were connected in a vertical line. Dokgo Han had no other choice. He didn't want to let go of his sword.

At the same time, two people unleashed their inner energy.

The hems of their clothes fluttered and made a rustling sound due to the wind.

Danwooseong's eyebrows shot up, and he unleashed a barrage of Baekjeonshipdan-gong attacks with his heavy sword. During the brief silence, Dokgohan, who had been holding on quite well, let out a strange sound through his clenched lips.

“Ugh······.”

At this time, Danwoo Seong, who had been holding the heavy sword and had thrust it into the ground, grabbed Dokgo Han's neck with his right hand as he fell.

“Keep going!”

Dokgo Han grabbed Danwoo Sung's right hand with both hands, but it wasn't enough. With both his internal and external attacks simultaneously, Dokgo Han's knees fell to the floor.

thud!

Danwoo Sung looked at Dokgo Han while holding him down with one hand.

"Junior, know that it's fortunate that you're a white person."

The host, who had not been interfering with the proceedings, spoke in a calm tone.

“Junior Kwon-gaek, please do something appropriate.”

When Danwoo Sung released the hand that was strangling him, Dokgo Han was still on his knees, breathing heavily.

“Ugh······.”

I had no idea how I had ended up losing after fighting in such a chaotic manner.

Dokgo Han stared blankly at his heavy sword stuck in the floor, then quickly grabbed it.

Then, Danwoo-seong kicked Dokgo-han in the face with his foot and sent him flying.

puck!

Dokgo Han spun around on the floor a dozen times before moving away. Finally, his snout was kicked and burst. As Dokgo Han staggered to his feet, the leader of the Yu Jeong-hong clan shouted in a voice filled with inner strength.

"stop!"

A single word resonated as if it would shake the entire martial arts world. Those lacking in inner strength, like Cheol Myeong-ho, were the first to cover their ears. Their hearts pounded with excitement.

Only then did Dokgo come to his senses.

Yoo Jeong-hong said.

"Dokgohan, you should use this as an opportunity to train more. If you show your weakness, not only will you suffer, but the reputation of the Dokgo family will also suffer. You don't even realize that Kwon Gaek has been watching you for a long time, so how can you possibly face your father when you return?"

Dokgo Han glared at Danwoo Sung, exhaling heavily. After taking a deep breath, he took the lottery ticket.

“I lost.”

Only then did the host announce.

“Kwon-gaek, victory.”

Dokgo Se-ga pushed past the Baekryongdae warriors and ran towards Dokgo Han. Dokgo Han waved his hand, as if warning them not to come near.

Danwoo-seong pulled out his sword and threw it at Dokgo-han.

Dokgo Han, who caught the heavy sword flying in a normal trajectory, went down the non-stage first, then lowered the sword and bowed to the leader of the Yoo Jeong-hong.

Leader Yoo Jeong-hong nodded silently.

Danwoo Seong also came down from the stage while receiving people's attention.

A pleasant silence followed. Everyone looked bewildered at the loss of the favorite, Dokgo Han, to Kwon Gaek.

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When Danwoo returned to the temporary barracks, Cheolmyeongho, who had a pleased expression on his face, took the lottery ticket and said.

“Master······.”

Danwoo Sung cut off the useless words.

“Shut up.”

“I obey your orders.”

When Cheol Myeong-ho closed his mouth with a solemn expression, Hwa Eun-seol finally burst into laughter.

At this, Cheol Myeong-ho's face turned red. He hadn't intended to make Hwa Eun-seol laugh, but seeing her reaction like this, he decided he wouldn't be funny anymore.

Hwa Eun-wol congratulated him with a smile.

“I learned a lot from watching you. Congratulations.”

Hwa Eun-wol found it enjoyable just to watch the battle. Watching Dan Woo-seong's battle, she learned a lot. All the while, she wondered how she would have handled it.

However, Danwoo Sung had to defeat Namgung Wi anyway, and since he had one more opponent to face in the finals, he had intentionally come here with a monotonous offensive and defensive match, so he responded calmly.

“Don’t mention it.”

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On the stage, the Golden Sword and the Plum Blossom Sword dueled. Everyone was watching, as this was a secret duel that would determine the finalist. Furthermore, the Hwasan Faction's swordsmanship always commanded attention, as it wasn't the most common.

Plum Blossom's wandering was a later member of the Hwasan faction, so his swordsmanship was splendid, and his Geumsa Sword was no less impressive.

This was because Geumsa Geom was a master of the Haenam faction who was often considered a contender for the championship. His nickname, Geumsa Geom, was derived from the Geumsa Geombeop (金沙劍法) he had mastered.

Although the prestige of the sect was overwhelmingly that of the Hwasan sect, the skill of the Geumsa Sword was overwhelmingly that of the Geumsa Sword.

He was a man who was evaluated as the century-old talent of Haenampa.

Moreover, it was a rare left-handed sword. While the Haenam faction's swordsmanship was fast and unorthodox, Maehwa Yurang was displaying a somewhat honest beginner's style, as he had learned.

The match was so exciting that it brought a smile to the faces of the watching elders of the Murim Alliance, but it didn't last long.

After about twenty rounds of combat, the match ended when Geumsa Geom's sword stopped precisely near Maehwa Yurang's neck. With a look of regret, Maehwa Yurang said:

“Brother Makcheon, I lost again.”

Then, the Golden Sword and Wei Mak-cheon smiled and put away their swords.

“Let’s compete again.”

The two men had arrived at the Murim Alliance about a hundred days prior and had often fought each other. They pretended not to know each other until the end of the fight.

The two men simultaneously lowered their swords and saluted the leader, Yu Jeong-hong. It was the clean, unwavering performance the Murim Alliance had been longing for. The applause and cheers were louder than ever.

The host said.

“Golden Sword, victory.”

As Geumsa Sword Wi Makcheon came down from the stage, he gazed blankly at where Dan Woo-seong was.

Wi Mak-cheon also predicted that Dan Woo-seong, not Namgung Wi, would be his final opponent.

Wi Mak-cheon smiled at Dan Woo-seong.

'See you in the final.'

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ⓒ Eugene Sung