Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 60

The King of Fist, a man resistant to temptation

Danwoo-seong and Baekyak were wrestling with each other, holding onto each other's collars.

Because many unspoken rules had been established, there were no sudden reversals. Consequently, the battles between the two sides became more intense. Sometimes, they would cross their legs in an attempt to upset the balance with external attacks, and the joint maneuvers to flip over or bend the arms continued.

Although Danwooseong was originally stronger in terms of strength, he was only using strength similar to Baekyak in terms of competing skills.

Baekyak pushed Danwoosung away, then fell to the floor, attempting a lower-body maneuver to twist Danwoosung's ankle. Danwoosung rolled on the floor, pulling his foot away, then grabbed Baekyak's shoulder, grabbing him in a strangling position before collapsing on the floor.

Baekyak struggled to release the pressure while feeling uneasy.

'Huh? It's dangerous.'

Danwoo Sung gently moved Baekyak's body to the floor, then climbed on top of him while holding onto both his arms. He had a perfect opportunity for victory. Perhaps it was the aftereffects of the two men's intense fight.

At a time when the two people did not expect it, the center of Baekyak's uniform opened wide······.

A pure white sternum was revealed, as if it had been compressed by wrapping a bandage several times between the dobok.

The two people, their eyes wide, suddenly stood up at the same time.

While Danwoo-seong was glaring at the screen, Baekyak straightened his uniform again.

Danwoo-seong linked arms.

“It wasn’t intentional.”

Danwoo-seong tilted his head slightly.

'Hmm, did it happen to me? This has never happened before.'

Baekyak, whose face was red, suddenly said this.

“I’m going to go eat. I’m hungry.”

"Well, okay. I have somewhere to go today. Let's stop here. Can I turn around?"

"no?"

Baekyak pulled back the curtain and vanished in an instant. As Baekyak vanished, Danwoosung turned around, snorting.

'What's the sudden food?'

The King, who had almost been tempted alone, crossed his arms and swallowed his saliva for no reason.

It was a dangerous moment in many ways.

Danwoo-seong came out of the screen and spoke to the Ssangbo brothers.

“Let’s eat too.”

The twin brothers asked.

“You ate it earlier, didn’t you?”

“Already?”

Danwoo-seong nodded and replied.

“I have somewhere to go, so I should eat beforehand.”

"All right."

"I felt like I had to do something, but there wasn't anything I could do," Yuk Jin-bo said, tilting his head slightly.

“Just now, Miss Baek’s face turned pale······.”

“It’s noisy.”

"yes."

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“I came to see Moonju.”

“Did you promise?”

“Tell them I came from the top of the galaxy.”

Danwoo Seong, who had set out after filling his stomach, was finally able to see the large inscription on the signboard when it became pitch dark.

Does the Palryongmun mean a martial arts school where eight dragons reside?

The name was childish.

Nonetheless, the Palryongmun sect gained considerable fame on Heukdo Island. They had amassed enough power to display a prominent signboard in their large headquarters, seemingly reserved for high-ranking officials. Since it wasn't their original residence, the inscription "Palryongmun" on the plaque seemed unnatural.

“Please come in. I will guide you.”

The reason Danwoo Seong visited in person was simple.

Even though there were martial artists from the Murim Alliance stationed there, I was pleased that the Palryongmun did not touch the weaker members of the Galaxy Upper Sector.

Of course, I couldn't be in a good mood because it took quite a while to get there.

“This way.”

Danwoo Seong, who was following the guide, looked around and said.

“Why is it so big? Did you steal it?”

The man who was guiding me glanced at Danwoo-seong and frowned.

'Is he crazy?'

When Danwoo-seong looked at the man, the man walked away without looking at him.

“I don’t know because I’m a former worker.”

The man who guided Danwoo-seong to the main hall said.

“Please go inside. I have delivered it, so you will come out.”

In the main hall, Danwoo-seong moved his neck back and forth to relax.

My whole body ached from the constant taekwondo duel with Baekyak, tense and tense. It was clear that Danwoosung had secured victory today. I was beginning to suspect that perhaps he had deliberately untied the hem of his robe.

Because the two were so skilled, it was difficult for both of them to keep their shoulders on the ground. With an unspoken rule in place, they tried thousands of different methods, but it wasn't easy.

Sometimes, he'd bounce off the ground with one shoulder and get up, and it was quite common to brace with the strength of his back before counterattacking. Because of this, Danwoo-seong had mastered Baekyak's martial arts almost perfectly.

Baekyakdo was responding more and more perfectly to the martial arts of the King of Kwon.

It could be said that the two were building on each other's foundations for growth. Danwoo Sung thought as he stretched.

'It's definitely effective, but I'm not sure if I'll ever use it again.'

Danwoo-seong looked around Daecheong.

At the center end was a chair for the lord to sit on, and on either side of it were chairs for his subordinates to sit on.

After a while, some men came in through the main hall door, and others walked out from inside.

In an instant, the leaders of the Palryongmun Gate filled the main hall.

Finally, Ha Jeon-ik (何全翊), the leader of the Palryongmun Gate, appeared from inside and, seeing that there were many people, gave an order.

“Those who are standing, get out.”

"yes."

A crowd of people left the main hall.

As Ha Jeon-ik sat down in his seat, Dan Woo-seong was the only one left standing.

Danwoo-seong looked at the man who was presumed to be the Palryongmunju.

He was surprisingly young. He was a swordsman in his mid-thirties, and he carried a straight sword at his waist.

As expected of a man leading a large-scale Palryongmun, his expression was slightly annoyed, his eyes seemed cruel, and he didn't seem like a talkative person.

“I am Ha Jeon-ik of the Palryongmun Gate.”

When Ha Jeon-ik kindly introduced himself first, all eyes were fixed on Dan Woo-seong.

Danwoo Seong saw that no one was giving up their chair, so he approached the man sitting at the end and looked down at him.

“Get out of the way.”

As the man in black looked up without saying a word, Danwoo Seong grabbed the man's head and threw it through the main hall door.

Kwaaaaang!

The man flew away in an instant, crashed into the main hall door, and collapsed to the floor.

The entire leadership of the Palryongmun looked on in shock at this violent action. However, Ha Jeon-ik's expression remained unchanged.

Danwoo Seong lifted his chair, placed it in the center so that he could face the Palryongmunju, and sat down, then opened his mouth.

“I called you. Recite it. I will listen.”

Ha Jeon-ik opened his mouth while looking at the subordinate who had collapsed in front of the main hall door.

“Clean it up.”

"yes."

The man sitting at the end of the table rose, opened the door to the main hall, grabbed the unconscious man by the back of his neck, and threw him outside. After closing the door again, he approached Danwoo-seong, glaring at the back of his head, then quietly sat down in his seat.

Ha Jeon-ik said.

“You are the enemy······.”

Danwoo Seong replied.

"He killed me. So what? He's black, so he must have his own way. Let's get to the point. I'll listen."

As Ha Jeon-ik wiggled his eyebrows and then closed his mouth for a moment, Dan Woo-seong looked around and asked.

“Who is this guy called Master Jeokye?”

Everyone's gaze turned to the upper table. The middle-aged man sitting on the left turned his head toward Dan Woo-seong.

"grow."

The middle-aged man had no eyes.

The area where his eyes should have been was gouged out with a knife, as if he had been stabbed by someone. It was a truly gruesome sight.

Danwoosung spoke to his master, who had a rare look on his face.

“Kill me too?”

A middle-aged blind man smiled and asked around.

“What does it look like? I want to see it, so let’s imagine it.”

Judging from the way he was dressed, he seemed to be in a fairly high position even at Palryongmun Gate.

A man described Danwoo's appearance.

"He's in his early to mid-twenties. He's about the same height as Won Dae-ju, and his build is similar to Pung Dae-ju, but he's more muscular. He's a man who's mastered external martial arts, and his face is like that of a gentleman."

The reason he explained this to the master of the enemy was because this blind man had taught many disciples the martial arts and martial arts. He remembered most of the bodies of those he had taught.

The master of the enemy smiled as if he was satisfied.

“Oh, right. I can picture it in my head. No weapons?”

"doesn't exist."

A man who would not reveal his name spoke to Danwoo Sung.

"Young man, I don't understand why you're so confident. It's embarrassing. The Galaxy Group isn't a sect, is it? They've done a lot of business here and there. We can make an example of them and make several of their business partners disappear. You guys will be the last to be touched. We'll make it so they can't do business."

“There are so many ways to do it.”

The man's words were cut off as Danwoo-seong rubbed his ears as if he didn't want to hear it.

Danwoo Seong said while looking at Ha Jeonik.

"Munju, isn't there a more novel way? A shockingly clever plan that could stop me in my tracks would be great. Use your imagination. Or is there a military expert or strategist here? If so, please suggest an appropriate method."

The man I just mentioned was a soldier from the Palryongmun Gate. He clenched his jaw with a displeased expression.

The master of the enemy's sword reported to the leader of the Palryongmun.

"Munju, there's no other way. Let's just deal with the Archduke. That seems like the cleanest solution."

Ha Jeon-ik pointed at Jeok-ye's master with his finger.

"That's not the right way. Jeokye is just a disciple you raised to increase your wealth, not a disciple of the Palryongmun. If he were, I wouldn't need to hear this tedious story. You handle it yourself. I'll take revenge on you when I die."

"Munju, what a disgraceful thing to say. My disciple's money is my money, and I've used it to pay tribute to the Palryongmun and teach martial arts to many disciples. How can this be someone else's business?"

Ha Jeon-ik said.

"Master Maeng, we didn't ask where the money came from. We weren't even curious. Simply summoning that Confucius in the name of the Palryongmun was enough of a help…"

Dan Woo-seong, who was listening to the conversation between Ha Jeon-ik and Maeng No-sa, said.

“These crazy black bastards······.”

“······.” Danwoo-seong stood up and walked slowly, receiving the sharp glares of the Palryongmun leaders sitting on either side. It was as if he was throwing himself into the encirclement.

Danwoo Seong, who had walked to the end, stared blankly at Maeng Nosa.

“That guy has no eyes······.”

Danwoo Seong climbed the stairs and looked at Ha Jeonik, who was sitting on a chair, and said.

“Anyone with eyes… can’t you understand the topic?”

Ten straight swords were simultaneously drawn from behind. As the sound of the swords being drawn was heard, Ha Jeon-ik was observing Dan Woo-seong's expression.

He was still glaring at me as if he was going to kill me.

Danwoo-seong turned his head and gazed at those with drawn swords. At that moment, the sword, drawn from the moment he turned, stopped near Danwoo-seong's neck.

chin!

Danwoo Sung glared at the leaders while injecting brain energy into Ha Jeon-ik's sword with his hand.

The King of Fists, a Man Strong Against Temptation