Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 57

The King of Fists, the Beauty's Identity

When Danwoo returned to the upper reaches of the galaxy, people flocked out to welcome the Grand Duke.

They had been worried about Danwoosung the whole time they were waiting. After Guyangse relayed the news that the head of the family was imprisoned in the Murim Alliance's brain prison, and after a reunion with the Murim Alliance warrior who had been guarding the company in Danwoosung's stead, General Lee Hwa-eon delivered the unexpected news.

“Brother, just yesterday a beautiful woman came to see me with her subordinates.”

“Beauty? Who?”

“They say it’s Baekyak. He’s the winner of the Moorim Alliance’s Phoenix Festival.”

Danwoo-seong, who was moving to greet his father and tell him that he had returned, stopped walking.

“Baekyak? You came here?”

"Yes. He wondered how he got here first. It seems he came directly from the Murim Alliance to our company."

"Oh, I'm just coming back from a quick stop at Guhwasan. I'm going to see the youngest. Anyway, I understand."

“What about the youngest?”

"It's better than before. I'll go say hello to Father first."

Lee Hwa-eon replied with a hearty laugh.

“Have a nice trip.”

“Why do you keep laughing?”

"no."

Lee Hwa-eon looked at her brother's back and said teasingly.

“She was such a beauty, wasn’t she?”

Dan Woo-seong sighed softly and went to meet Lee Seong-min, as he had nothing to say in response.

"Why on earth did you come here? I told you to fight later."

Danwoo Sung couldn't help but think of Baekyak's face and body.

'It's difficult. It's difficult.'

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Danwoo-seong and Baekyak reunited in the reception room.

While Danwoo-seong stared blankly at Baekyak, Baekyak, already large and wide-eyed, surveyed the reception room. Even the ordinary decorations seemed to be new to him, and he looked curious. Baekyak, who had been looking around, put down his teacup and spoke.

“You’re rich. By the way, are you surprised?”

“Your outfit is more surprising than your arrival here.”

“What’s your outfit?”

When we first met, Baekyak wasn't wearing his uniform, but a pure white martial arts uniform. It was a type of martial arts uniform I'd never seen before. Judging by the way it fit his body, he seemed to carry it around with him all the time.

Danwoo Sung clearly expressed his intention to fight another time. However, Baekyak's attitude was that he wanted to fight now.

Baekyak said with a smile.

“You don’t need to worry about it since it’s something you wear often.”

“You can’t help but be nervous. It’s not everyday wear.”

“Clothes should be comfortable. What does it matter what they look like?”

As Danwoo-seong drank his tea because he couldn't think of anything to say, Baekyak asked.

“Your Highness, let’s discuss martial arts later. Let’s arm wrestle first.”

Danwoo Seong barely managed to avoid being spit on while drinking tea.

“Suddenly? Arm wrestling?”

Baekyak put his arms on the table.

“I’ll just focus on external skills. Internal skills are useless in arm wrestling.”

Danwoo-seong nodded with a look of excitement.

'Okay. Let's arm wrestle some and go.'

I thought she was a reckless young lady, but I didn't find her competitive spirit all that hateful. Moreover, her physical perfection was too excellent to be considered reckless.

Danwoo Sung said, extending his hand.

“Okay, let’s do it.”

Danwoo-seong took Baekyak's hand. Baekyak lowered his right sleeve with his left hand, revealing his forearm, almost transparent, as if he were a pure white man.

When Danwoo Sung rolled up his sleeves, his sun-tanned, bronze-colored forearms were revealed.

Baekyak said.

“I will take the lead.”

Danwoo Sung nodded, thinking it meant he would give him strength first. Then, as soon as Baekyak's lips became tightly shut, he tried to push Danwoo Sung's arm away.

Danwoo Sung's eyes widened.

It was powerful.

But Dan Woo-seong's arm wouldn't move. He was a man obsessed with external attacks. However, even as he held on, veins bulged on his forearms and the back of his hands.

Baekyak's expression became increasingly serious, and her pale face began to flush as if she had been drinking alcohol. She was a woman with a fierce competitive spirit. Danwooseong couldn't handle Baekyak's fierceness. Watching Baekyak's face turn into a crimson flower petal, he quickly reached out and grabbed her arm.

I won.

chin-!

Baekyak frowned, pulled his hand away, turned his shoulder, and rubbed his wrist.

Danwoo Seong asked.

“Are you okay?”

Baekyak replied sullenly.

"yes."

It was a response that sounded completely unsatisfactory. Danwoo Sung stared at Baekyak with his arms crossed. It was fortunate that he had taken on the opponent, but considering strength alone, he figured there wasn't a man in the entire galaxy who could possibly win an arm wrestling match.

Baekyak, who had been looking at the ceiling for a while, spoke to Danwoo Seong.

"Except for striking. I'd like to try using the Golden Noodles method and martial arts. If both shoulders touch the ground, I'll be considered defeated."

When he confidently declared his intention to challenge, Danwoo-seong looked at Baekyak's face for a long time without saying a word.

It's not about the superiority of martial arts, but Taekwondo is Danwoo's specialty. It was welcome, as it was difficult to find a Taekwondo opponent in the martial arts world. However, because the opponent was a woman, it was difficult to answer easily. Taekwondo possesses extremely aggressive movements. Baekyak is a powerful weapon.

If you lay down on the floor, your body will naturally collide.

But looking at Baekyak's expression, it was a helpless situation.

“Are you okay? Even if we just compete in martial arts, the movements will be rough.”

Baekyak said, tapping his shoulder with his left hand.

“This is the martial arts uniform worn when training in martial arts.”

"Well then, let's go. There's a separate training area. This is the reception room."

“Let’s go.”

Danwoo Sung guided the young lady, dressed in a dobok, to the place where she and the Ssangbo brothers were training.

Two people stood facing each other.

Baekyak said, putting his hands on his shoulders.

"Both shoulders must be on the ground to win. Of course, internal energy is prohibited."

Because Baekyak was serious the whole time, Danwoosung also nodded with an indifferent expression.

“Let’s do it.”

“I’ll go.”

Baekyak rushed in.

The right hand aimed for Dan Woo-seong's collar changed direction, grabbed Dan Woo-seong's forearm, and kicked him with his right foot. Dan Woo-seong, immediately grasping the nature of the confrontation, swatted Baek-yak's hand away, then grabbed Baek-yak's collar with his right hand and pulled him back.

Danwoo-seong and Baekyak's faces became closer.

Danwoo-seong asked, looking into Baekyak's large eyes.

“Is this how you do it?”

"yes."

Danwoo Seong narrowed his eyes as a soft scent emanated from somewhere he couldn't tell whether it was Baekyak's body or his uniform.

Baekyak struck Danwooseong's inner arm, which was holding him by the collar, and he freed himself, regaining the distance between them. Baekyak charged again, using the Golden Nail Technique to strike Danwooseong's arm, then skillfully grabbed his wrist and twisted it.

In the air, Danwoo's new model spun around.

Danwoo Sung, who had released the twist of his wrist in midair, returned the technique he had just used.

This time, Baekyak's new form soared into the air and wrapped one foot around Danwoo's neck.

Danwoo Sung naturally lowered his head, grabbed Baekyak's calves, and then lifted Baekyak with both hands.

Baekyak said.

"uh?"

Danwoo-seong asked Baekyak above.

“Isn’t this it? I think I can just throw it on the floor like this.”

Baekyak replied.

“Please take a look.”

“Let’s do that.”

Danwoo Seong carefully put down the medicine.

Baekyak asked.

“Do you understand? The battle of attrition······.”

“I understand. It’s a battle of offense and defense focused on breaking the opponent’s balance.”

"you're right."

The sum is not yet perfectly aligned.

Danwoosung's movements weren't designed to subdue his opponent, but rather to strike him to death. It was more like actual combat than a form of skill. In contrast, Baekyak's movements were more focused on skill than on killing his opponent.

The two faced each other and then closed the gap again.

Baekyak, whose attacks had been thwarted six or seven times, rushed into Danwooseong's arms as if he were being held in his arms, grabbed him by the collar, turned him around, and attempted to throw him over.

The posture was not very good.

It was because Baekyak pushed his butt in.

"oh!"

Danwoo Sung also pushed his butt back.

Danwoo Sung, amazed not by the technique but by the pose, spun around in the air. Even then, he didn't want his shoulders to touch the ground, so he kicked off with one foot and then leaped back up, grabbing Baekyak's hand and twisting it.

Baekyak, who had struck Danwooseong's hand, calmly stepped back and pointed at Danwooseong.

“The evasive action just now contained internal energy.”

Danwoo Sung was startled.

“Huh? That’s right.”

Baekyak said, pointing at Danwooseong with his finger.

“Since you overlooked it earlier, I’ll let it slide. To be fair······.”

“Good.”

A man and woman, rare in this world, once again clung to each other with a life-or-death struggle. Danwoo-seong began to focus more on his skills, and Baekyak became more and more active.

Strangely enough, things were starting to add up.

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The twin brothers listened to the noises unfolding behind the screen with impassive expressions, their brows furrowed. An hour had already passed. There were the sounds of fluttering clothes, the rustling of the ground, and the occasional shout.

After a brief lull, Yuk Jin-bo asked cautiously.

“Brother, would you like to eat alone or together?”

Danwoo Seong replied.

“I’ll do it separately.”

"All right."

Baekyak joined the conversation without a care.

“Are you really hungry right now?”

Danwoo Seong corrected his words.

“Let’s eat together.”

The twin brothers answered simultaneously.

"All right."

After a while, Baekyak, who was looking at the luxurious table setting, swallowed his saliva once and bowed his head slightly as he spoke.

"thank you for this food."

As Danwoo Sung, the Ssangbo brothers, and Baekyak sat down to eat, the exquisite banquet prepared for the returning Grand Duke continued to arrive. The Ssangbo brothers had been deliberately eating only in the communal dining hall, so the sight of a meat-based meal, a rare treat, was incredibly welcome.

The same goes for Danwoo Seong.

I had a quick meal to get back to work quickly, and my stomach was empty from practicing medicine and martial arts.

I ate a ton.

But Baekyak's appetite was unusual. Fearing that he would run out of side dishes in front of three gluttons, he ate as if waging war, stuffing his mouth full of rice and other food.

When Baekyak, a rare beauty, ate with plump cheeks, even the Ssangbo brothers, who rarely showed emotional agitation, looked at Baekyak with a surprised expression. Yuk Myeong-bo spoke as if impressed.

“It was really delicious.”

Baekyak couldn't respond because of the food, so he just nodded and held out his hand as if telling her to hurry up and eat.

Danwoo Seong said.

"Miss Baek, please eat slowly. We have a lot of food in our house, so we can prepare more. You don't need to eat so quickly, so take your time…"

Baekyak nodded while chewing his food.

I meant to say I understood.

It was clear that her bloodline was not that of the Central Plains. She seemed to have never learned any traditional etiquette. It would be rare for a young lady to come to someone else's home and enjoy a meal so comfortably.

After a meal that seemed like a war, Danwoo-seong and Baekyak sat facing each other. Danwoo-seong poured Baekyak a drink and spoke.

“Miss Baek, please correct the dryness.”

Baekyak looked at the dried persimmon, tasted it, and drank it all in one gulp.

Baekyak silently raised his thumb. Judging by his actions alone, one could almost call him a man, his demeanor so incongruous with his beautiful face.

Danwoo Seong, who had been watching until now, asked.

“Is your surname Baek? Or did you just reveal your name, Baekyak?”

“This is Baek-i Castle.”

Dan Woo-seong crossed his arms. Even the average Dan Woo-seong felt his heart pounding.

“Surely······ Among your ancestors, was there anyone called Cheonma (Heavenly Demon)?”

Baekyak said, spreading out only one finger.

"He wasn't just called Cheonma, but Shicheonma (始天魔), right? It's a very old name, but I've heard it called that. Since you insisted on asking, I can't help but answer. I've heard there are people in the Central Plains with preconceived notions, so I'm being cautious about this."

Danwoo Seong, who had sat up straight, looked at Baekyak with a truly surprised expression.

Baekyak was a descendant of Shicheonma Baekmujin, who was considered the most powerful master among the best in the world who emerged during each turbulent era.

The End of <The King of Fists, the Beauty's Identity>

ⓒ Eugene Sung