Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 59

< The King of Power, you have a promise >

At dawn, before daybreak, Baekyak opened his eyes.

"hmm."

Baekyak, stretching as he got up, opened the window slightly and looked outside. Only then did he notice Baekran, face down on the table, sleeping. He lifted Baekran with both hands and spoke.

“Rana, you should lie down and sleep.”

"yes."

Baekyak, who had laid Baekran on the bed, relaxed in the room.

As I relaxed, the sleep that had lingered on my face vanished. I changed into the training uniform I'd laid out on the table and went outside to watch the dawn.

When the subordinates drinking tea on the first floor woke up, he waved his hand as if it had been a miracle. Since we were sleeping in shifts, it was only natural that we would follow him at this hour.

However, since Baekyak's martial arts were the strongest, it felt like they had come to the Central Plains together to learn various things, and their main purpose was not to escort them.

Baekyak, wearing a pure white uniform, walked around the dormitory with his hands behind his back like a man, breathing in the cold air.

The chill of dawn was nothing compared to the place where Baekyak was staying. Baekyak looked around, confirmed no one was around, then unleashed his lightness and moved.

My pace picked up. I planned to run until dawn. For a morning walk, it was a truly noisy affair.

The distance from the accommodation quickly grew longer.

This is the routine I've been used to since I was young.

Baekyak stopped, catching his breath, as soon as he spotted someone across the street where the darkness was slowly beginning to lift.

'What is that?'

As dawn broke, across the road, where the sun was rising, a man approached with an odd gait. He repeatedly walked and stopped. In between, something that looked like a club cut through the wind.

Boom! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A man was walking towards me, swinging, slashing, and stabbing with a black-looking stick.

To be honest, it looked like a ghost.

At that moment, Baekyak instinctively took a step back. Despite possessing such powerful martial arts, he still found ghosts terrifying.

Baekyak came down the street with a pale expression and stepped aside.

Upon closer inspection, I realized that the ghost wasn't particularly skilled. However, it was right to give the ghost the main road.

Cheol Myeong-ho, who was walking along the road at dawn while practicing the Samjae Sword Technique, was startled as soon as he saw Baekyak standing by the road wearing a pure white uniform.

“Oh, that’s surprising!”

A young lady wearing a white dance costume at this hour of dawn, and what's more, her eyes were glowing blue.

Cheol Myeong-ho asked while aiming Baekyak with his iron umbrella.

“Ghost?”

It was dark, so he couldn't see his face clearly. On the other hand, Baekyak, who had a high level of martial arts, could clearly see Cheolmyeongho's face.

'You're human.'

Baekyak looked at the iron umbrella, letting out a sigh of relief.

“No way.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

“I’m training. What about you?”

Cheol Myeong-ho nodded.

“It’s training, so it’s the same for both of us.”

Baekyak said, pointing the way.

“You go first.”

As Cheolmyeongho passed by, he glared at Baekyak. His expression and eyes were filled with wariness, determined not to give in to the crazy woman.

The same goes for Baekyakdo.

I'd learned that the Central Plains were teeming with strange people. But I never imagined there'd be a man walking down the street at dawn, practicing the Samjae Sword Technique.

Even as the two of them took steps backwards and moved away from each other, they kept glaring at each other until the very end.

'Whoa, crazy bitch······.'

'That weak, crazy bastard······.'

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Cheol Myeong-ho, who returned to the empty underground gambling den, didn't even care whether it was night or dawn.

If I felt hungry on the way here, I ate, and if I felt sleepy, I slept wherever I could. If my arms hurt, I rubbed them for a while and rested, and if my legs ached, I just sat down.

This is how he returned home from the Murim Alliance.

The important thing was that he never once slacked off in his swing. If there were a hierarchy of martial arts masters, Cheolmyeongho's name was steadily rising.

The underground gambling house is Cheol Myeong-ho's house.

The word "Hori" (狐狸) originally referred to foxes and wildcats, and the dingy and musty smelling underground gambling den was not much different from a fox's den.

Cheol Myeong-ho kicked over the fallen chairs and tables as he moved, then went into the kitchen and boiled noodles.

If I had twin brothers, I would have had enough to cook in one pot, but now I cook only the right amount because I eat alone.

Cheol Myeong-ho, sleepy-eyed and eating noodles alone, suddenly remembered the words of the martial arts leader Yu Jeong-hong and the scar on his arm. It was no different from the scar on his own cheek.

Cheol Myeong-ho swallowed the noodles while smiling to himself.

Slurp.

“He’s a cool old man.”

I also remembered my friend beating up the successful Sega members at the Yongbongdaeyeon.

"i envy you."

As he sipped the soup, he remembered the countless beauties he'd met at the Yongbongdaeyeon Festival. Most of the women in the martial arts world were beautiful. Some were ugly, but in Cheol Myeong-ho's eyes, even they seemed beautiful. He felt the beauty that came from the perfection of their bodies.

They all had straight postures and beautiful skin, so they looked like fairies from another world.

And he seemed so strong that he could beat most men with a stick, which made him even more appealing. If he ever met a woman, he'd want to date a woman from the martial arts world. Cheol Myeong-ho originally had no particular desires, and his life had no clear purpose.

Now, the next destination after becoming stronger was the woman of the strong.

Cheol Myeong-ho, who had licked up even the soup, stared blankly at the empty casino before closing the iron door to go to sleep.

Clank.

My body felt like it hadn't slept in at least two or three days. I fell asleep as soon as I laid down on the messy bedding laid out behind my desk.

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Danwoo-seong opened his eyes.

It was early morning. Waking up in a foreign land felt completely different from waking up in the comfort of home. It was a strange sense of stability that felt strange to Danwoo Sung.

I started my morning meditation while sitting cross-legged on the bed.

For a moment, this thought occurred to me.

How much stronger can you become in just one day?

It felt like another exciting and anticipated day had begun. I gave thanks for the return of an ordinary day, then lumped all the thoughts that came to mind into a tangle of distracting thoughts and threw them somewhere off the edge of my mind.

And then I focused again.

As the morning dawned bright, Dan Woo-seong, having finished his morning routine, did a handstand with both hands and then began doing push-ups. After repeating forty or fifty times, his movements slowed slightly. He continued to stimulate his muscles by changing positions several times.

After a while, Danwoo-seong stretched his muscles with a bizarre movement, put on his outerwear, and left the residence.

After receiving greetings from the people who had been busy running around since dawn, I went outside and started running.

A female ghost in a martial arts uniform and an umbrella ghost practicing the Samjae Sword Technique entered the street and launched a light attack at incredible speed. They soon encountered Baekyak.

Because they were coming back from the opposite direction. Knowing that they were both training, Danwoo Sung asked out of the blue.

“Miss Baek, where are you going?”

Baekyak replied.

“I don’t know. There’s a lake in that direction. I just walked there.”

Until then, Dan Woo-seong hadn't understood what it meant to walk. Dan Woo-seong looked at Baek-yak's face again and replied.

“I think you’re talking about Yangpyeong Lake.”

Suddenly, Danwoo-seong smiled. Baekyak didn't even seem to have washed his face. It was somewhat surprising to think that he'd woken up earlier than him and run here.

Baekyak realized the meaning of that smile and asked while casually wiping away the booger from his eyes.

“Is there anyone here who uses the Samjae Sword Technique with a black umbrella?”

Danwoo Seong replied briefly.

“Yes.”

“You’re not crazy, are you?”

“He’s really crazy.”

"I see. And there was someone fishing at the lake from early in the morning. He was also a strong fisherman. Do you happen to know him?"

Danwoo-seong shook his head.

“The guy wielding the umbrella is my friend, but I don’t know about the guy fishing.”

“I see. Oh, can we have another martial arts match later?”

“Let’s do that.”

Both men possessed a high level of skill, having learned much through their combat. Baekyak, having had no rivals, felt like he was gaining practical experience, while Danwooseong, having never had a worthy opponent in martial arts, found it fascinating. Furthermore, the thought that even this martial art was a legacy of Baek Mujin was awe-inspiring.

It was.

The two men looked at each other and nodded slightly, as if to say they'd see each other later. Danwoo Seong ran toward Yangpyeong Lake, moving further away from Baekyak.

How strong is Baekyak?

He is the possessor of the Ice Blade, a martial art that has not been seen since the disappearance of the magical group known as the Baekcheonshinkyo (白天神敎). Ice Blade is a powerful martial art, worthy of being called a magical art, and so unique that even Danwooseong was curious about its true nature.

But that curiosity was resolved surprisingly quickly.

Danwoo Seong approached, looking at the rather wide Yangpyeong Lake with a surprised expression.

“This is not ordinary.”

Even though it wasn't winter, white flower paths remained here and there on the lake's surface. Of course, these marks meant the surface had been frozen by ice. Even the King's eyes were filled with admiration.

It could be said that Baekyak's lightness had reached the level of climbing and crossing the river. By the way, the woman returning from her morning walk at the Dengping Water Stream was a sight to behold, and it was as if I had personally witnessed with my own eyes why Baek Mujin was held in such high esteem. Of course, this was due to the nature of Binggong.

It was clear that he had a slight advantage in leveling compared to those who had learned other martial arts.

As Dan Woo-seong was looking at Yangpyeong Lake with his arms crossed, the fisherman Baek-yak had mentioned approached him while looking at Dan Woo-seong.

“When did you come back?”

Danwoo-seong looked at the fisherman. He was a man in his thirties, a man he had never seen before. Feeling strange, he looked around, and the fisherman spoke.

“There is no one but me.”

Danwoo Seong asked.

“What are you?”

“Why is that kid suddenly speaking informally to me?”

Only then did Danwoo Sung realize his age. He had naturally forgotten that he was a young man.

The fisherman said.

“You went to the Martial Arts Alliance, right? I heard there’s a Martial Arts Alliance warrior stationed at the top.”

The reason why this fisherman had difficulty entering the upper reaches of the galaxy was because he was reluctant to join the Murim Alliance.

"however."

"I guess it's fate to be called here and there. The Lord of the Eight Dragons is calling. Since you've set foot in the martial world, you've probably heard of the Eight Dragons. You just need to go and see them so the merchants don't suffer any harm."

“Why is the Eight Dragons Gate looking for me?”

The fisherman chuckled.

"Why would you? Because everything in this world is a matter of cause and effect. The place where Jeokye learned martial arts was the Palryongmun. You killed Jeokye. Do you understand?"

Danwoo Seong asked.

"Who is the enemy? I must have killed one or two people." "You don't know the enemy of the Yukwan shopping district?"

“Oh, that guy.”

"Master Jeokye wants to see you especially. He beat you to death with such a brutal savagery. If you don't go, the Galactic Empire will suffer significant damage, one way or another."

"That bastard's master was at the Palryongmun Gate? He was a black sword with a solid backbone. He has a prior engagement today, so go back and wait. Tell Palryong too."

The fisherman's eyes widened.

Danwoo Seong said.

"Aren't you a messenger? If you die, there'll be no one to relay my message. Or you could fill your boat at the lake and then go back. Come here."

When Danwoo-seong gestured, the fisherman stepped back without saying anything.

<The King, You Have a Pre-Order> End