Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 64

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< The King of Fists, struck in a dream >

The combination of an assassination organization and an intelligence organization has many advantages.

First, there is the advantage of being able to sell information that was previously researched for assassination for money.

Moreover, most of the people who commissioned the assassination and those who requested information were martial artists, so they had a better understanding of how the dark side of martial arts was going on than anyone else.

Knowledge is money.

The assassination organization Geumneun Salinhoe, which had previously been employed by Gu Yangsaeng, was operating an intelligence organization called Hwaimun in that sense.

The young man who came to the fire station said while handing over the receipt.

“······If it’s about that guy, even the smallest details are fine. Just make sure it’s entertaining.”

At the man's words, a middle-aged woman belonging to the Hwaimun clan began to speak.

“I heard that you recently won the Yongbongdaeyeon.”

“I know that.”

"They say the Dokgo family, the Namgung family, and the Haenam faction's later leaders all lost to this man. If that were all there was to it, it would simply be the birth of a remarkable young master. But the problem is, rumors are spreading even in Heukdo."

“Even in the black sea?”

"Yes, the leader of the Soseonpa clan was beaten to death after demanding money from the Galaxy Sector, and the Palryongmun clan, for some unknown reason, appears to have bowed down to the Grand Duke. According to the last news, Odokgok was sent to the Galaxy Sector."

“It is said that they suddenly barged in and were slaughtered.”

"That's incredible. Have you ever heard the story about the Black Sea Wave attacking the upper level and being annihilated?"

"I've never heard of this before. And that's not all. It seems they've gathered merchants together and openly formed an organization called the Merchants' Association. The leader of this association is the same Confucius who perpetrated the aforementioned incident."

“That’s amazing.”

“Yes, he is someone we at Hwaimun are keeping an eye on because he has caused many incidents in a short period of time.”

“What is your martial arts level?”

"Our Hwaimun's conclusion is that half of the revealed skills were concealed. Oh, I forgot. It seems that the head of the Goo Yang Se clan, Goo Yang Saeng, also fought and lost. He was arrested by the Moorim Alliance on charges of blackmail and other crimes."

The man said nothing this time.

“······.”

It was because he himself came from the Guyangse family. But the woman remained calm throughout, as if it were just information.

The woman continued speaking.

“We unofficially call him the best groom in Gangho.”

“Why is that so?”

“After the Yongbongdaeyeon, the movements of the Sega families have been reported without much difficulty. It seems that not only the Baekri family, Dokgo family, and Namgung family, but also the military families with married women have chosen the Eunha Sangdan prince as a son-in-law.

“First of all, don’t you have more money than Sega?”

“There must be a lot.”

"Yes, he's a giant. He's skilled in martial arts, and word has it he's handsome. That's why we at Hwaimun are very interested in him. Whenever we hear news of the best groom in the martial arts world, everyone gets curious."

The man yawned and replied.

“Aside from such trivial news, I’m curious about the stories of real experts.”

The woman closed her mouth and chuckled.

The expression 'true master' was a secret word used when making a request to the Gold and Silver Murder Society.

"Not some sloppy review index. I'm talking about the top-tier masters who, when they appear, cause a stir in the martial arts world."

“I apologize. Even the kings are silent, and as you know, the three gods are beyond our power······.”

The man clicked his tongue and spoke the secret language again.

"I mean, someone died, or something like that. Wouldn't that be a really interesting story? I didn't come here to hear about the prospective groom. I'm not interested in that kind of guy."

“I’ll tell you that story next time.”

This meant that he would tell them that the Grand Duke of the Galaxy had died, which also meant that he would accept the assassination request.

The man took the slips from his pocket and laid them out one by one on a small table. The woman, who had been watching this for a while, nodded.

“Well then, take a look.”

The man stood up with a look of exasperation on his face.

How much did they spend on the alternative commission? As the man disappeared with a confused expression, the woman unraveled the secret language interwoven in the conversation and relayed it.

"For an interesting story, we need to get the best of us moving. Discuss the details, including timing and strategy, with the team in charge. First, get the chairman's approval."

A woman answered from beyond the wall, where nothing could be seen.

"All right."

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Anyway, the King of Kwon, who had suddenly ascended to the throne as the best groom in Gangho according to the intelligence agency's evaluation, was talking with the general.

“Brother, Miss Baek is now our benefactor.”

Danwoo-seong sighed slightly.

“That’s right. I owe you a debt that’s difficult to repay.”

Lee Hwa-eon said it as if it was a miracle.

"There was absolutely no demand or snobbery from us. It felt strange, like this was what it meant to be a martial artist. It was definitely different from the merchants. So I couldn't make a decision. You should give me your opinion, hyung."

Danwoo Seong replied.

“They came from far away, and they even found lodging nearby to have a fight with me······.”

"yes."

"Military service isn't my primary job. Unless I achieve some results, I don't think I'll be leaving the Central Plains anytime soon."

“Oh, I see.”

"Then it would be better for us to welcome you as important guests first, even preparing accommodations. Even the most luxurious accommodations would be more uncomfortable than what we've prepared. And we don't have that many people. Even if we had to build an entire house. That's the kind of hospitality the Galactic Supreme Court deserves."

Lee Hwa-eon stood up from her seat.

"Understood. Since your father has no reason to object, I'll just give you the word and proceed. Since it's come to this, I'll treat you with the utmost respect and treat you as my sister-in-law."

“Yeah······ What?”

“Rest, brother.”

As Lee Hwa-eon got up and started to run away, Dan Woo-seong asked again.

“What did you say at the end?”

Lee Hwa-eon disappeared while answering the questions.

"I'm so relieved to calm my startled heart. Sleep well, brother. It's late at night."

As Lee Hwa-eon left his brother's quarters, he glanced back.

'Just pretend you didn't hear.'

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As soon as Lee Hwa-eon left, the Ssangbo brothers asked outside the door.

“Brother, can I come in for a moment?”

“Come in.”

The Ssangbo brothers entered with expressionless faces and sat facing each other. Yuk Jinbo asked in a more excited tone than usual.

"Brother, that Miss Baek and her men. How are they so strong? It seems like it wouldn't even take a cup of tea to kill them all."

The Ssangbo brothers have become increasingly interested in the history of martial arts. Learning about these things has become an important task.

Danwoo Sung explained.

"Miss Baek's ancestors were renowned as the greatest in the world. Their martial reputation was unrivaled. Even so, accumulating such martial prowess at that age couldn't have been easy."

Yuk Myeong-bo replied.

“Wasn’t the most famous man in the world Jinso Gong?”

Danwoo-seong nodded.

"that's right."

“But is the Baek So-jo family more famous?”

Danwoo Seong said.

"Sohan Gong wasn't a man who became strong through tradition, school, or a specific martial art. He was simply strong. Therefore, it was impossible for anyone to inherit his martial arts. Even his children each learned different martial arts. No matter how great Sohan Gong was, he couldn't have had his beloved children practice swordsmanship for over a decade. He knew better than anyone that he was special and that he couldn't raise a disciple worthy of being called his successor."

“Have you learned sword dancing?”

"Mysteriously, it was swordsmanship. He trained for ten years in a swordsmanship that, as a beginner, was of little value. Then, he mastered Taoism. That's why, when asked to name the greatest swordsmen of all time, Jin So-han and Baek Mu-jin are always mentioned first, but when it comes to family, it's a different story."

The twin brothers looked at each other and nodded.

“I understand.”

Yuk Jin-bo asked without thinking.

“If the two of you fight, who will win?”

Danwoo Seong responded with a look of absurdity.

“What? How can you two fight? They live in different eras.”

“If.”

Baek Mu-jin and Jin So-han have many biographies. Having read their biographies, Dan Woo-seong responded as follows:

"First of all, it's impossible to know who was stronger in his later years. As the biography states, he was already unrivaled in his youth. The only way to compare their strength during their active years is to compare their strength during their prime. If these two were to face off one-on-one in their youth, Jin So-han would likely escape."

“Isn’t it the best in the world?”

"That's the kind of man he is. After that, he'll lead his forces and destroy Baek Mu-jin's entourage. After that, the two will fight again. If they still can't win, Jin So-han will run away again. Then, after learning martial arts, he'll attack again. Until the fight is over. Baek Mu-jin was fair and square, and Jin So-han was undisciplined by any means necessary."

“What’s the conclusion, brother?”

"Jin So-han is a man you shouldn't mess with. Even if he's Baek Mu-jin. In any case, I don't think they'll fight if they meet."

“Why?”

"We'll know at a glance that we're both rare men. Let's have a drink."

The Ssangbo brothers smiled at Danwoosung's words.

"okay."

“Was it a stimulus?”

“It is happening.”

Danwoo-seong said with a sly smile.

"How wonderful it would be if we could sit there and share a drink together. Myungbo, Jinbo."

"yes."

"There's no point in arguing about the superiority and inferiority of people we'll never meet anyway. If we ever meet in another world, what matters is that we grow to the point where we can acknowledge each other as men and share a drink."

"All right."

“Go out and try.”

Danwoo Seong was left alone and thought for a moment about the answer to the Ssangbo brothers' foolish question.

Dan Woo-seong, who had been brooding, belatedly realized the reason for his slightly mixed feelings. Neither Jin So-han nor Baek Mu-jin were yet figures he could surpass. The two were so unrivaled that their later years were almost boring.

On the other hand, Danwoo-seong still had masters he couldn't defeat in his past life, and even had an opponent he had to take revenge on.

At this rate, I had no right to join the drinking party of the world's best.

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Danwoo-seong woke up on his own before dawn.

"her······."

Last night, the world's best people who were famous in the martial arts world appeared in his dream one after another and beat up Dan Woo-seong.

I got hit so many times that it was ridiculous.

It was so absurd that I wondered if such a dream could even exist.

So, all the best people in the world who knew Danwoosung's name showed up and beat him up. Even though it was just a dream, I felt a tingling sensation all over my body.

Danwoo-seong unconsciously rubbed his cheek. He vividly remembered being slapped in the face by Baek Mu-jin.

“What kind of a crappy dream is this······.”

As soon as he woke up, Dan Woo-seong changed into his military uniform and left the Galaxy Tower while muttering curses.

“These damned world-class people… If I ever see them in my dreams again, I’ll beat them up like dust on a rainy day.”

As I pondered my dream, I remembered that when I fought Jinsohan, all the clothes I was wearing were torn. I was cut by the sword dance.

Danwoo-seong muttered.

“You son of a bitch······.”

As I was walking along the road covered in thick morning fog, Baekyak, who seemed to have risen almost simultaneously, approached from the opposite direction.

“You woke up early?”

Danwoo Sung unconsciously touched his cheek. It was impossible to tell anyone that he'd been slapped by his ancestors in a dream. In any case, meeting Baekyak without a prior appointment at this hour of dawn made him feel much better.

It was a state.

“Would you like to go to Yangpyeong Lake?”

Baekyak nodded.

“Let’s walk for a bit.”

After Danwoo Sung and Baekyak disappeared into the fog, only the occasional sound of conversation could be heard. A moment later, Baekyak burst into laughter, his tone brightening. Danwoo Sung had finally told him the story of how he had been beaten by the greatest men in history in his dreams.

<The King of Fists, Hit in a Dream> End