Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 65

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< The King of Power, Let's Talk >

A thick fog persisted for over a dozen days. It spread thickly throughout the night, only to dissipate with the rising sun. The fog became even thicker the closer we got to the lake. The dawn was even darker than usual, as if rain was imminent.

A man and a woman walked along the foggy path from dawn.

Of course, the man was Dan Woo-seong, and the woman was Baekyak.

Danwoo Sung was gritting his teeth and focusing on his training after being beaten by the best in the world in his dream, and there was no way he could stop training just because the weather was dark or it looked like it was going to rain.

Every morning, on my walk, which was the same as always, nothing special happened. Occasionally, I'd see a lynx darting through the fog, or a peddler coming out to work at dawn.

Then, when someone started running at a faster pace, it became a training session or a lightness competition.

Danwoo-seong ran so fiercely that he seemed to break the ground, while Baekyak ran so lightly that his footsteps made no sound.

But deciding the outcome didn't mean much.

Baekyak's lightness was so outstanding that he was called the best in the martial arts world.

It's not for nothing that I achieved the level of difficulty.

The King of Fists thought that if Baekyak made up his mind and ran, there would be few masters in the martial arts world who could keep up with him.

So no matter how much Danwoosung increased his speed, Baekyak ran shoulder to shoulder with Danwoosung.

Danwoo Sung simply accepted this.

I thought it was stimulating.

The reason became clear when I listened to their occasional conversations. The environment where Baekyak learned his martial arts was far harsher than this flatland, and the Baekhwasingong contained many of the secrets of lightness.

That day, the two arrived at Yangpyeong Lake side by side and gazed at it without much conversation. The low, white fog hanging over the lake's ripples created a particularly beautiful scene, as if the sea and sky were merging.

Baekyak said.

"There are many beautiful places in the Central Plains. Why didn't you live in a place like this, but instead chose to live in seclusion in a place filled with pure white snow?"

Danwoo-seong listened to Baekyak's words silently, his arms folded. Since it was a matter of her family, he had nothing to say.

"I also heard this when I was young: that Shi Cheon-ma killed too many people. Perhaps all the Sima Weidao of that time met their end at Shi Cheon-ma's hands… They say he fought almost all the battles, big and small, alone. That's why the families that followed Shi Cheon-ma must have had a hard time. Their descendants must have been plagued by resentment they didn't even know existed."

Danwoo-seong nodded.

“It’s an understandable story.”

Baekyak smiled as he looked at the lake.

"So, this is what was said: If you ever need to return to the Central Plains again, prepare thoroughly. It doesn't matter if it takes a hundred years or two hundred years to prepare… I…"

Baekyak stopped talking.

Then, Danwoo-seong turned his head, glared at the thick fog, and narrowed his eyes.

“······.”

As Danwoo and Baekyak simultaneously soared into the air, wind-splitting spears flew towards them and flew into the lake.

The two men stepped off the lake, their backs facing each other, and locked eyes. Since I could read their gazes, there was no need to say anything.

'caution······.'

'yes.'

Danwoo Sung looked at Baekyak and then pointed downwards. It was a sign that they would disperse and meet again here. For a man and a woman who had reached this level, fear was out of the question.

Because they were a man and a woman with the simple thought of killing the enemy when they came, the two headed into the fog without saying a word.

With a wave of his hand, the fog in the area was blown away by the wind.

The golden-faced men wearing pure white uniforms and golden masks were approaching.

Danwoo Seong smiled sarcastically.

“They seem like assassins from a group called the Gold and Silver Murder Society.”

Baekyak replied.

“I will keep that in mind.”

Since they went out of their way to expose their identities by wearing masks, it means that they are the best assassins of the Gold and Silver Murder Society.

The two men advanced, their airborne moves seemingly bouncing off each other, then tore left and right, altering their direction. Knowing that their martial arts would be noisy in the event of a formidable opponent, they planned to keep as much distance between themselves as possible.

Cold and thunder began to seep into the fog.

On the right side where Danwoo-seong was fighting, flashes of lightning were erupting from the fog, and on the left side where Baekyak was moving around, white dolls were increasing in number.

The fog was still there, and not a single voice spoke or screamed.

Even though Danwoo-sung, who had been spinning in the air, grabbed the heads of both people with both hands and injected brain energy, there was no scream.

But then a small, eerie clicking sound erupted, and the water spouts collapsed on the spot.

It seemed like everyone had their own opinions in their mouths.

This also meant that if caught, they should die without being tortured.

Danwoo Seong, holding the heads of the two dead people who had bitten the poison, moved and threw the two corpses at the assassins who were rushing towards him.

Whack! Whack!

One corpse was twisted by the assassin's tension, and another was cut in two by someone's sword.

Phew!

The sound of footsteps grew louder, and the assassins formed a phalanx, surrounding Danwoo Castle. Whenever the fog dispersed, either by wind or tension, a human face painted in gold floated through it.

It was a sight that would have terrified anyone without a certain amount of courage before even deciding the outcome.

The distance between the assassins and Dan Woo-seong gradually narrowed. Dan Woo-seong dodged the sword thrust at his face, grabbed the other man's arm, and applied force.

Crunch.

Then, he grabbed the man's arm and swung his body like a weapon. Danwoo Sung remained violent, swinging his sword until the corpse was tattered, then only when the sword cut and severed the limbs before he threw them away.

Anyway, Baekyak couldn't see Danwooseong fighting so violently because of the fog.

As they gradually learned how their opponents fought, most of the assassins bit their own poison and died as soon as they were caught by Danwoo Sung.

They were crazy, vicious bastards.

It was also because I was trained that way.

When he was surrounded by people who were rushing towards him, desperate to die, and the gap between them became too big to close any further, Danwoo Seong struck the ground with his noegak.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

Those nearby were hit by the circular wave and were blown away as if they were being swept away by the waves.

Danwoo-seong stood for a moment in the place where the fog had cleared, looked around, and then swung his blade toward a place where many people were gathered.

Wedge!

He drew forward with the blade of his sword, poured out his brain power with his left hand, and then opened his yin qi with both hands.

Snap!

In any case, this level of yin energy couldn't harm Baekyak. The golden-faced men staggered, clutching their ears with both hands. Those lacking internal energy could feel their own blood staining their hands as soon as the yin energy ended. Their eardrums had ruptured.

Then, raindrops fell with a thud sound.

The already dark sky was becoming even darker due to the dark clouds. A thunderclap rumbled in the distant sky, and the rain began to fall heavier.

Shoooooooooo-

During that gap, Danwoo-seong, moving with his teleportation technique, grabbed a man and dragged him around, removing his mask and shirt. After unleashing a torrent of brainwaves, he quietly retreated, donning a golden mask and white martial arts uniform.

As Danwoo-seong looked up at the dark sky, the pouring rain hit his mask.

Danwoo-seong spoke as if he was asking Baekyak for reference.

“I wore a mask.”

From a distance, Baekyak gave a short reply.

"yes."

The conversation went well.

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Baekyak was moving in a completely different way from Danwooseong.

He only used the White Flower Finger Technique (白花指法). He moved his fingers lightly, tapping the assassins' bodies. His speed alternated between slow and fast.

There was a mixture of static movement like a mountain and rapid movement like the wind.

I focused on seeing the attack, moving to strike the nape of the neck, checking the next attack, then hitting the waist with a technique, and then listening for the sound.

Baekyak did not make any breathing or footsteps from the beginning.

Moreover, any other sounds were drowned out by the deafening roar of Danwoo's fierce battle. Where Danwoo fought, bones were constantly crunching, things were breaking, the ground was being torn apart, and three or four people were being sent flying at the same time after colliding with something.

Baekyak cleverly used even that sound.

The most dangerous assassin here was therefore Baekyak.

Baekyak slid through the fog, conserving his internal energy as much as possible. He knew that a much higher-level master might appear after the assassins. He stood beside the frozen assassin, even when he needed to catch his breath. Then, when the onslaught of attacks came, he knocked down the frozen doll, quickly struck three or four enemies with his Baekhwajibeop, and then stopped again.

From the perspective of the Gold and Silver Assassins, it felt like dealing with a ghost in white. Back in the old days, Baek Mu-jin was once known as Baek-gwi (White Ghost). To the assassins, Baek-yak was no different from that White Ghost.

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By the time the fighting ended, it was full morning. The sun had risen, but the sky remained dark and the rain continued to fall. The fog had finally lifted, revealing the corpses.

After Danwoo-seong took off his mask, he looked for Baekyak. As he walked among the corpses, Baekyak approached him.

Danwoo Seong asked.

“Aren’t you cold?”

"are you okay."

Although we only met briefly, it felt like a long-awaited reunion. Danwoo Sung also walked past several corpses and approached Baekyak.

Not far away, the man who was also the leader of this massacre lay face down, breathing still. It's unclear how long he'd been there. He waited quietly for the two men in the center of the main road. After all, once all the assassins were dead, they would have to return to the upper reaches of the galaxy.

A master like Baekyak could not have escaped the cold, but he was drenched in rain, so he couldn't help but look pitiful.

When Danwoo Seong took off the outer garment of Salsu that he was wearing and handed it to Baekyak, Baekyak used Salsu's garment as an umbrella without any hesitation.

Only then did the two turn around.

Because they were dictators, there were no assassins to torture them. Danwoo-seong planned to have Ha Jeon-ik, the leader of the Palryongmun, find out about the Geumneun Murder Society and report it to him. He thought the Black Swordsmen could be useful in such situations. After all, they probably knew more about such groups than Baekdo.

Two people were walking side by side when they saw a corpse lying face down in the middle of the road and had this conversation.

“Did you kill him?”

"no."

The two men stopped and stared at the prone assassin. While they couldn't recall the specifics of who they'd killed, they both remembered the exact scope of their activities. In a way, it was a situation where they could have mistakenly assumed the other had killed the other and let it slide.

But the conversation went through.

Baekyak unleashed a torrent of cold energy, and Danwoosung leaped forward like lightning. The assassin, who had jumped up, was engulfed in a chilling blast, frozen solid. Danwoosung then kicked him with his right foot, sending the frozen assassin flying into Yangpyeong Lake.

An assassin, apparently dead or frozen, fell into the lake.

with a plop······.

An assassin arrived, and the two began to practice their martial arts skills. They discovered that they could communicate effectively while practicing their martial arts skills. While the man and woman were getting to know each other, the assassins were effectively annihilated.

<The King, Let's Talk> End