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< The King of Fists Appoints the Lord of the Nine Dragon Gates >
As the brain waves rushed into the lower wing's straight line······.
Startled, Ha Jeon-ik dropped his sword and slashed at the left wing. However, Dan Woo-seong, who was holding the sword in his left hand, responded with a swifter kick. He kicked Ha Jeon-ik's torso and then shifted the sword to his right hand.
At this moment, let's inject brain energy······.
Whoosh- sizzle!
The blade, which had been covered in black light, was wrapped around Baekjeon.
In the eyes of the black sword masters, this did not appear to be a simple sword energy, but rather a sword energy.
“······.”
This is because, rather than a smooth white energy gathering around the blade, large and small white thunderbolts were constantly moving around, making a loud noise.
Who could have predicted that the Grand Duke of the Galaxy would possess such a level of skill? He must have heard rumors of his strength through various channels. However, even at the Dragon and Phoenix Festival, Dan Woo-seong never gave his all. Judging someone's depth solely by rumors is precisely what leads to this.
The leaders of the Palryongmun, who had their swords drawn, stood frozen in place, unable to move, at the sound of an unusual and strange sound.
Even Ha Jeon-ik, who had been kicked, was leaning against the wall and looking at Dan Woo-seong.
Mr. Meng spoke through gritted teeth.
“You were the disciple of the King of Fist! What a brainiac······.”
Danwoo Seong said, raising his sword.
“Die.”
As Danwoo-seong swung his sword vertically towards Master Maeng, the white pearl that had been clinging to the blade flew towards Master Maeng with a strange cracking sound.
When Meng No-sa responded with a pair of swords, a loud noise erupted.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!
Meng No-sa's new form, suspended in midair, lunged at the wall, then slid down with a thud. However, the outcome was different from the previous encounter. He was engulfed in a white flame, shuddering incessantly, and white foam flowed from his mouth.
Danwoo Seong looked at Ha Jeonik while holding the straight sword.
Ha Jeon-ik soared into the air alone and landed among the opposing subordinates.
Ha Jeon-ik's expression was extremely pale.
'The disciple of the king of martial arts?'
Then, Danwoo-seong threw down the straight sword he was holding.
Whack! Phew!
As the leaders of the Palryongmun turned their heads, Ha Jeon-ik's sword was stuck between Meng No-sa's eyebrows.
It felt like a completely crazy man had barged in. Even Ha Jeon-ik, the experienced Palryongmun master, seemed at a loss as to what to do.
In the world of martial arts, force is the beginning and the end.
Danwoo Seong sat down on the chair of the Palryongmunju, glared at the leaders who were still holding their swords, and then pointed at them and said.
“Anyway, I’ll kill those who try to run away first.”
Danwoo Seong asked Ha Jeonik.
“Ha Mun-ju, what do you think I’m thinking? Tell me.”
Ha Jeon-ik responded immediately.
“I don’t know.”
Danwoo-seong nodded and replied.
"I think I know what you're thinking now. Can I survive this place today? Can I escape? Should I tell my subordinates to attack first and fall back? That's probably it. Yes, no. Answer me."
Ha Jeon-ik responded briefly.
“That’s right.”
Danwoo Seong looked at the man who was the soldier of Palryongmun.
“The Eight Dragon Gate Military.”
The military answered.
"yes."
"You know so many ways to disrupt the Galaxy Group's business. You're going to make a few of their clients disappear? You're a smart guy. Come here, you genius soldier."
When the soldier remained motionless with a stern expression, Danwoo Seong spoke to Ha Jeonik.
“Ha Mun-ju, you either die or send your troops here. Choose one of the two.”
Ha Jeon-ik nodded, as if to bid him go, while looking at the soldier. As the soldier, who had been mixed in with the group, took a few steps forward, Dan Woo-seong, who was seated, unleashed a torrent of lightning at him.
Kwaaaaaaaah!
The soldier flew into the wall, his head shattered, and he fell on top of Meng No-sa's body.
No one could have predicted that they would actually die in this way.
All those who were watching flinched.
It was only then that I realized that a crazy person had entered the Palryongmun Gate.
Danwoo Seong said.
“Does the Palryongmunju have a family?”
Ha Jeon-ik responded right away because he didn't have the mental capacity to think clearly.
“Yes.”
Danwoo Seong said.
"What? You have a family, so why did you dare to attack me so brazenly? Are you crazy?"
Ha Jeon-ik frowned. He wondered what he meant. But upon considering the meaning, he realized he meant to kill his own family. Of course, he would do the same if the Galactic Empire was touched.
Ha Jeon-ik said to his subordinates.
“Put down the sword.”
The straight line fell to the ground.
Ha Jeon-ik knelt first and rested his forehead on the floor. "I grossly misjudged Confucius's abilities. I, Ha Jeon-ik, am deeply guilty. From now on, the Palryongmun and I, Ha Jeon-ik, will do as Confucius commands."
The rest of the leaders knelt together.
Danwoo Seong replied.
“Aren’t you black?”
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"yes."
"Are you expecting me to believe what Heukdo says? I heard that after Sohan Gong, Heukdo was just a bunch of idiots who imitated him by wielding twin swords."
“Not all of them are like that.”
"Really? Then, since you said you'd take revenge if Master Meng died, the leader of the Palryongmun should keep his word. Act like a black hermit. I will accept your revenge."
Ha Jeon-ik replied.
“I realized too late that I didn’t have the ability to keep my word.”
“Even if you don’t have the skills, keeping your word is the way to go.”
Ha Jeon-ik, who had been bowing his head, crawled over and grabbed the sword lying on the floor, then placed his left hand on the floor and struck down.
One of the little fingers was separated with a loud bang.
Ha Jeon-ik said.
“I will cut off a finger every time I make a slip of the tongue.”
Ha Jeon-ik looked at his kneeling subordinates and gave an order.
“You guys cut too.”
Then, Ha Jeon-ik's subordinates also cut off one of their own fingers without hesitation.
Danwoo Seong said.
"Am I a real person? I don't have the ability to reform trash like you. I have no intention of unifying the Black Sea with those shabby guys."
"We'll just do as we're told. We won't consider ourselves black from now on. We don't deserve to be."
Danwoo-seong suddenly got up and walked towards Ha Jeon-ik.
“Hey, Ha Mun-ju.”
"yes."
Danwoo Sung grabbed Ha Jeonik's head and lifted it up.
The two people made eye contact.
Danwoo Seong said.
“Even if the Milky Way burns down, our business partners are ruined or killed, someone goes missing, my father or brother gets stabbed… That’s what matters.”
"yes."
“I won’t die.”
Danwoo Sung continued speaking while grabbing Ha Jeonik's head.
“I’m not dying. Do you understand what I mean?”
“I understand.”
Danwoo Seong said while looking at the leadership.
“Who is this person?”
“It’s me. My name is Ha Tae-seong.”
Danwoo-seong said while looking at Ha Tae-seong's face.
“What? Ha Mun-ju, are you my younger brother?”
"yes."
“Get organized here. I’ll take Ha Mun-ju. Let’s go.”
Ha Jeon-ik silently walked to where the two corpses were, tore off the hem of his clothes, wrapped it around his finger, and followed Dan Woo-seong.
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“Hot!”
Cheol Myeong-ho, who had pushed the chairs and tables to one corner, was swinging his iron umbrella around in the entire underground gambling hall as if it were his training ground.
“Seventy-four thousand eight hundred······eight hundred······Fuck, I forgot.”
As the door on the stairs opened with a creaking sound, Cheol Myeong-ho shouted.
“Who are you? I forgot because of you.”
Danwoo Sung clicked his tongue as he came down the stairs.
“Shut up, you little shit.”
As soon as Cheol Myeong-ho saw Dan Woo-seong, he shut his mouth, but then shouted again at the man following Dan Woo-seong.
“What are you!”
Danwoo-seong clicked his tongue.
"Is this guy already showing the early signs of a coin possession? Take it easy. You crazy bastard, you're going to go even crazier."
Ha Jeon-ik looked around the underground gambling hall with a pale expression. A madman holding a black umbrella was staring at him.
Danwoo Seong said.
“Hori, boil some noodles. I’m hungry.”
Cheol Myeong-ho replied.
“Master, why are you here eating noodles? I told you to go home and have a nice meal.”
Ha Jeon-ik furrowed his brows at this bizarre conversation.
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Slurp–!
The three of them sat around and ate the noodles Cheol Myeong-ho had brought. After taking a sip of the broth, Cheol Myeong-ho asked.
“What the heck, this handicapped thing.”
Cheol Myeong-ho looked up and saw a rather fierce-looking man with a bandage wrapped around his hand. Of course, he knew without asking that it was the man who'd been beaten by his friend. He was simply curious about his identity. Dan Woo-seong replied while eating noodles.
“Eight Dragon Gate Master Ha Jeon-ik.”
Cheol Myeong-ho nodded and followed Dan Woo-seong's words.
“Ah, Ha Jeon-ik, the Eight Dragon Gate Master.”
Danwoo Seong asked.
"know?"
“I don’t know. How would I know? What a filthy, childish name. It’s called Palryongmun. Why didn’t you just call it Guryongmun (Nine Dragon Gate)? Why did you leave out Ilryong? Hahahahahahahahaha······.”
Cheol Myeong-ho burst out laughing by himself, then fell down from his chair and continued laughing.
“Eight Dragons… Shit, am I the only one who finds this funny? Ah, this is so funny.”
No one laughed.
Cheol Myeong-ho shook his head and got up, then sat back down on the chair and ate noodles.
Danwoo Seong asked Ha Jeonik.
“Ha Mun-ju, how many subordinates do you have?”
Ha Jeon-ik replied.
“There were two hundred and forty people.”
Cheol Myeong-ho snorted.
“There are a lot. It was black.”
Danwoo Seong spoke to Ha Jeonik, ignoring Cheolmyeongho's words.
“Ha Mun-ju, this is Cheol Myeong-ho. Is he weaker than you?”
Ha Jeon-ik looked at Cheol Myeong-ho and replied.
“It’s weak.”
Danwoo-seong gave the order without a care.
"Call your men and clean everything here and fix it up. To the underground training grounds."
Ha Jeon-ik responded immediately.
"All right."
“And then, choose an opponent for Cheolmyeongho that is appropriate for his level and have him practice in real combat.”
"yes."
“If Cheol Myeong-ho gets injured, you guys take him to the doctor and treat him.”
"All right."
“Buy all the elixirs you can with your money and feed them to Cheolmyeongho.”
“I will do that.”
Danwoo Seong said.
"Teach and invest in Cheolmyeongho until he becomes the leader of the Nine Dragons. He is also my disciple, so don't treat him carelessly."
Ha Jeon-ik replied.
“Since you have saved my life, I, Ha Jeon-ik, will unconditionally complete any task you command from now on.”
Cheol Myeong-ho raised his hand as if he had something to say.
As Danwoo-seong looked at him, Cheolmyeong-ho opened his mouth.
"No, what are you doing without hearing the parties' opinions? I'm already too busy with the Samjae Inspection Law. And who's teaching whom?"
Danwoo Seong replied.
"I forgot your opinion. So you don't like it? You can count the swings you make in the non-combat mode as part of your Samjae Sword Technique count."
Cheol Myeong-ho said to Ha Jeon-ik.
"Don't you have any pride? Just do whatever I say. You seem older than us."
Ha Jeon-ik replied.
“It’s better than dying.”
“Hey, I’ll live long enough to shit on the wall.”
Danwoo-seong got up and spoke to the two people.
“You two figure it out. If Ha Mun-ju and Cheol Myeong-ho die, I will take revenge on the entire Palryongmun.”
"All right."
As Danwoo-seong disappeared, two men were left in the underground gambling house.
Cheol Myeong-ho, alone with Ha Jeon-ik, became remarkably quiet. No matter how he looked at it, he was a stronger man than himself.
Ha Jeon-ik said, holding out his hand with a severed finger.
"I will return with my men, Prince Cheol. In the meantime, I will also treat your hand."
“There’s no need to come.”
“I will do whatever I am told to do.”
Cheol Myeong-ho clicked his tongue.
“Why are you like that······.”
Ha Jeon-ik said this with his still pale expression.
"I heard you're a disciple of the Fist King. No Black Sword sect has ever survived by provoking the Fist King. I consider myself lucky, and I intend to cooperate whenever possible. Your cooperation is greatly appreciated."
“The disciple of the King of Fist? I’ve never heard of such a thing.”
“Have you heard of the Palryongmun Gate?”
“I said I haven’t heard of it.”
Ha Jeon-ik said as he got up.
“Then I will get up first.”
As Ha Jeon-ik disappeared, Cheol Myeong-ho said while clearing away the bowl of noodles.
“You may not know. I don't know the delicately.
It was an early sign of a coin-like demon. The fact that the Eight Dragons Gate was attached at the opportune moment was, in any case, a positive development for Cheolmyeongho. <The King of Fists Appoints the Nine Dragons Gate Master> End