Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 53

< The King of Fists gets upset when he meets a beautiful woman >

“Hey, winner.”

After parting ways with Hwa Eun-wol, Dan Woo-seong turned around to go back to his room.

A strange woman was looking at me with her arms crossed.

Danwoo-seong looked around as if it were his habit. A considerable number of experts were waiting a short distance away.

Danwoo-seong looked at the woman again and said.

“Speak.”

As the woman closed the distance a little closer, her face was revealed under the soft moonlight.

She was a strange-looking woman.

The handsome man from the middle class and the beautiful woman with blue eyes seemed to be his parents.

The woman in the wall suddenly said this.

“I’ll also participate in the Bonghwang Festival tomorrow.”

It was an unusual way of speaking. There was no introduction, no particular context. Dan Woo-sung responded with a bewildered expression.

“Oh, really?”

Danwoo Sung thought that he had come after seeing himself win.

The woman spoke in a calm tone.

“I will win.”

The tone of voice was like, "I'm going to go get the elixir I left behind," so Danwoo-seong suddenly looked at the woman's body revealed in the moonlight.

Not from a man's perspective, but from a man's perspective······.

There were many differences from the bodies of Central Plains women. Her breasts, waist, hips, and even the length of her legs were superior.

As Danwoo-seong looked him up and down, the woman also looked him up and down.

Danwoo Seong said.

“I congratulate you in advance.”

"thank you."

“Have you come to eat some seolsam?”

“No? I didn’t know it was Seol-sam. I guess it is Seol-sam?”

"exactly."

The woman said with a smile.

"I'm late in introducing myself. My name is Baekyak (白?). I came to see you because I was impressed by your martial arts."

Danwoo-seong said this while looking into the eyes of the woman named Baekyak.

“If you happen to win the Phoenix Festival tomorrow, were you planning to call me?”

There was a time when a dragon and a phoenix would fight to decide the ultimate winner.

Baekyak replied.

"I was agonizing over it. Should I do it that way or wait for another opportunity? I couldn't decide."

So, that means we've come to meet. Danwoo-seong thought about it for a moment and then made a simple decision.

“Let’s do it next time.”

Baekyak breathed a sigh of relief.

“Okay. Where do we do it? When do we do it?”

A man and a woman who met at night kept talking in front of their lodgings, asking each other, "Let's do it next time," and "When will we do it?" Passersby sighed. One of them looked Baekyak up and down like a sage, then said to his friend, "Let's do it next time."

“Wow······I’m jealous.”

“Be quiet.”

"why."

“Kang Ho-in······.”

Danwoo Seong waited for people to pass by, then looked at the alley and the escorts of women waiting nearby and said.

“If you’re my enemy, I don’t mind fighting you now. All of them too.”

Baekyak responded with a surprised expression.

“No way.”

Danwoo Seong replied.

“If not, let’s just meet later. It’s a long way to go.”

Baekyak stared blankly at Danwooseong. His words about the long way to go sounded more like he had work to do than home, so he didn't bother asking why.

Baekyak said.

“Okay, I’ll go. It was nice to meet you.”

As Baekyak walked alone through the night, his escorts waiting nearby quietly followed him. Suddenly, one man turned his head and briefly glanced at Danwoo Sung.

Danwoo-seong thought as he went up to his room.

The woman named Baekyak possessed a high level of innocence. It was as if she had an air of being unfamiliar with the world.

And if we talk about martial arts level······.

It seemed strong enough to gather all the female participants of the Phoenix Festival and burn them to the ground.

What if it was Danwoo Sung?

It was the same. If Danwoo Sung had gathered all those who had advanced to the finals and had fought them in earnest, he could have torn them all apart.

There was no reason for such men and women to fight over who was superior now.

Unless they are enemies.

If Baekyak's martial arts and power were on his side, then Baekdo's weight was already on his side, so there was no reason to bother him.

Danwoo Seong, who came up to the room, thought that Baekyak was either a family member of the three gods who were close to the best in the world at the time, or a descendant of the best in the world from the previous generation.

He was a strong man who could not be explained otherwise.

Danwoo-seong suddenly looked at the moonlight seeping into the dark room and let out a small sigh.

He'd only met a rare beauty, yet he felt uneasy. How should he explain it? Dan Woo-seong, troubled, defined his state of mind this way.

That's because she's not my woman.

And it's even more so now that it's not the time to meet a woman.

That was the conclusion.

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“Are you awake? It’s Baek Han-kyung.”

The afternoon after drinking, Baek Han-kyung came to see Dan Woo-seong. Dan Woo-seong opened the door and spoke.

“Come in.”

Baek Han-kyung said as soon as he entered Dan Woo-seong's quarters.

"Baekriyeon lost to Hwaeunseol, and Hwaeunseol forfeited to the winner. Im Unhye of the Cheongseong faction also lost in vain, and in the final, a young lady named Biyeorang lost. Have you ever heard of the nickname or name Baekyak?"

“We met briefly yesterday. I was waiting for you out front when I went in after having a drink.”

“Hmm. You met with the winners in advance… Did you find out their identities?”

Danwoo-seong shook his head.

“I didn’t ask because they wouldn’t reveal anything. There were some masters around, either subordinates or guards, but they were all of high level.”

Baek Han-kyung said.

"I wondered what use gender distinctions were in the martial arts world. It would be understandable if only she were strong in martial arts, but her beauty was no less than that of Lady Baekri or Lady Hwa. There's a lot of talk about her identity. It seems the Emperor's Association and other sects were shocked. The leader must have found it fascinating, too, because of the dragon and phoenix friendship."

"You asked if I wanted to cover my face. The young lady said we'd fight next time. I came to see if we knew each other."

Baek Han-kyung asked while taking a quick look around the accommodation.

“Are you thinking of leaving already?”

Danwoo-seong nodded.

"With our allies at the top of the galaxy, we can't afford to lose any time. We'll stop by Mount Guhwa, where my younger brother is staying, on the way, before returning, so we must leave immediately."

I couldn't take Cheolmyeongho with me because I was planning to move quickly.

There was a lot to be gained from this one trip to the martial arts world.

He forged a new relationship with Hwaeunwol, Baek Han-gyeong, and the leader of the martial arts world. Thanks to the Baeknyeonjeonghwasam, he gained the level of Baekjeonshipdan Gong, immunity to poison, and even acquired rare armor.

However, it is not possible to abandon the top and stay in the Murim Alliance.

Danwoo Seong met Cheolmyeongho and the Hwa siblings briefly on his way, then headed to Guhwasan Mountain.

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Thud! Thud! Thud!

In a secluded inn not far from Mount Guhwa, a man was surrounded by drunken third-rate martial artists, repeatedly being beaten on the head. One of them threatened him with a knife.

“This is the expression you’ve had since earlier. It’s the expression of someone who’s seen everything in the world.”

It looked like there was a fight.

But the man being hit had absolutely no expression. He seemed devoid of emotion.

Occasionally, he'd avoid flies with a blank expression, tilting his head from side to side, or stare at the noodles before him. Carl's expression and gaze were completely indifferent to the situation.

Who can know this man's true feelings?

He was a man who thought that the lives of those who struck were on par with those of these insects.

There were two bowls of noodles, as if he was waiting for someone, and he had his mouth shut with an expression and eyes that said he would just hit them if they hit him.

The drunk man screamed.

“Isn’t this guy completely crazy?”

This time, he hit his head hard enough to make a loud thud, but the man looked at the noodles with a calm expression and straightened his tangled hair. As the situation unfolded, the mood of those who had struck him cooled.

'He's really crazy.'

'I think I touched the wrong thing.'

At that moment, a man came in from outside the inn with a surprised expression. He looked at the youngest, who had ordered noodles and was waiting, then glared at the violent men and spoke.

“Youngest, did you get hit?”

The man who had been beaten for a long time finally opened his mouth.

“Yes, I told you not to cause any accidents. And not to fight recklessly.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes, sir. Have some noodles. They’re getting cold.”

The man called Hyung sighed deeply, glared at those who had hit him, and sat down.

“Does that mean you can just sit still?”

“It should be. It doesn’t even hurt.”

Then the two people ate noodles in silence.

The inn was truly quiet. Some had already moved away when Heukdo's rampage began.

The men who had provoked the attack had returned to their seats when the group appeared. Still feeling uneasy, they glanced at the men eating noodles and whispered.

“Let’s go. This is strange.”

“There’s still this much alcohol left, so should we go out?”

“Let’s go out, you crazy bastard.”

When the three turned their heads again and looked, two people were still eating their noodles, slurping sounds.

The three men quietly got up, paid their bill, and left the inn, avoiding the men eating noodles.

Then the man spoke to the youngest while using his chopsticks.

“It was a black sword. Kill it and come back.”

The youngest asked.

“Can I do that during a mission?”

“I’ll take responsibility. Have a good trip.”

“Okay. What about the body?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get going as soon as you arrive.”

“Yes, I will be back.”

The youngest took three chopsticks out of the chopstick holder and went outside the guest room.

As the youngest went out to kill the black people, the man in the guest room tilted his head to the side, looked into the quiet kitchen, and then stood up.

The youngest, who was running with three chopsticks in his hand, called out to the three people walking in front of him.

“Hey.”

The three men looked around with a sense of foreboding, but there was no one there. At that moment, two chopsticks struck their heads with a loud thud, and the youngest stepped down.

As one man ran away in terror, the youngest pulled back the chopsticks he was holding, glared at him with a serious expression, and then pointed at the target with his left hand and said.

“Should I avoid it? Can’t I avoid it? Should I avoid it?”

The youngest, who had been mumbling, shouted.

“Avoid!”

At the same time, he threw his chopsticks. With a thud, they flew off, piercing the back of the fleeing man's head and continuing to fly for a long time. The fleeing man fell forward.

The youngest said as he looked around at the corpses.

"Ah, I can't avoid that. Why is the black sword like this? This isn't right. Is the white sword stronger?"

Unlike when he was being hit, he was a man who talked to himself a lot.

“Oh, this isn’t it.”

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Danwoo Seong, who was heading towards Guhwasan, discovered three bodies. Each had a sword strapped to their waist. Two were killed on the spot, and one man appeared to have died trying to escape.

They all seemed to have died on the chopsticks.

As I walked along the road, I came across a quiet inn. It was a small inn selling food and drinks to the peddlers traveling up and down the hill.

I went into the guest house just in case, but there wasn't a single guest there.

When the men carrying the swords died, I didn't think much of it. But when I entered the kitchen, I saw an older man, who appeared to be the innkeeper, leaning against the wall with a broken neck.

'Was it really necessary to do this?'

Danwoo-seong observed the old man's expression and then closed his wide-open eyes.

Dan Woo-seong, his expression grim, left the guesthouse and quietly listened to the sounds around him, checking to see if there were any traces left by the evil spirits.

'Did the black ones fight each other?'

I had a feeling it wasn't. Two people were standing there, dead side by side, and the man who discovered this died while trying to run away. But they had run quite a distance. There's no way their martial arts skills could fluctuate.

If so, it means that he killed the other person while harassing them.

With no traces around him, Danwoosung moved, deploying a light attack. The conclusion he'd reached in his head was further increasing the speed of his light attack.

'It's the way of magic.'

<The King of Fists Gets Offended When He Meets a Beauty> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung