Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 71

< My body is trembling because I want to get hit by a poisonous snake >

Danwoo-seong kicked the broken sword away, placed it on the remains of the corpse, and then trampled it underfoot.

That appearance somehow closely resembled the actions of a heavenly horse.

Perhaps it's because they both have revenge in mind, or perhaps it's because their mindsets are similar. Perhaps, aside from their differing perspectives on the world, they share many similarities.

The unclean sword and the corpse that refused to be human were returned to the earth.

I didn't want to study the corpse, nor did I have any intention of using the broken sword. It could be tainted by the magical arts or have a negative impact.

I thought it would be most tidy to return it to the earth. This was especially true because it was not an ordinary sword, but a magical sword that could communicate with people.

The day I killed the swordsman's subordinate······.

Danwoo Sung dreamed of a battle from his past life, replayed over and over again like a nightmare. Was this dreaming because he was overcome by regret? Or was it perhaps due to some degree of influence from the magical energy flowing from the sword?

It was something I didn't know.

Anyway, Danwoo Seong kept repeating the fight as if he was replaying it, aiming at the enemy's eyes all night long.

I was able to fight much more efficiently than before.

He deliberately and persistently aimed for the eyes. He would deliberately imbue the stolen swords with internal energy, then drive them into the ground or throw them as far away as possible. Once, after destroying twelve subordinates, he engaged a man presumed to be a swordsman. Seizing the opportunity, Danwoo Sung immediately poked his opponent in the eye with two fingers.

Empty······.

It was a terrible sound.

Then, Danwoo-seong fell down with his abdomen pierced, and the fight resumed as if nothing had happened.

It was a terrible nightmare.

This time, Danwoo-seong moved with a teleportation attack, breaking free from the formation and launching a hit-and-run strategy, constantly increasing the distance between them. As the situation unfolded, a man, presumed to be a swordsman, intervened even more quickly than before.

The dream continued in a jumbled pattern, skipping through time.

At one point, when Danwoo-seong, who had killed all those who had passed the exam, was lying down in exhaustion, a man wearing a purple robe slowly approached him and burst into laughter.

“Kwon-wang, you really are a damn good fighter.”

It was something I'd said in my past life, too. Back then, it was someone wielding a sword, but in my dream, it was different.

Anyway, the result of this fight was the same.

The man who was approaching reached out and grabbed Danwoo Seong's head as if he had been waiting for this moment.

Danwoo Sung's body remained motionless. The feeling of immobility, caught between dream and reality, was unpleasant, akin to actual exhaustion.

At that moment, Danwoo Sung forcibly opened his eyes.

'Shit······.'

Danwoo-seong woke up, drank some water, and interpreted the dream's meaning. It didn't seem to simply mean that if he fought again, the outcome would be the same.

The master of the nightmare was not a swordsman, but a man in purple robes.

The meaning of the behavior of following around as if constantly waiting for an opportunity was constantly on my mind.

It wasn't just him who was spying, but the leader of those who were passing the exams was also occasionally looking at him with a creepy gaze.

The expression is funny, but that's how it felt.

'Who should I eat first?'

If we plug in magic here, we get the answer.

'Are you using a magic that can absorb internal energy······?'

The man who was presumed to be a black horse and the man in the purple robe seemed to have an atmosphere where their mental world itself felt like absolute evil.

Danwoo Sung, who was completely awake, changed his clothes and left the Galaxy Tower.

I arrived at Baekyak's lodgings without realizing it, feeling the cold night air, and walked down the street with my luggage on my back.

My turbulent mind finally calmed down. I planned to just keep walking along the road, waiting for dawn.

This thought occurred to me.

Unless something unexpected happens, I don't think I'll suddenly become stronger than I am now.

It's not just Danwoo Sung.

The same goes for Cheol Myeong-ho, Sima Geuk, Lee Ja-eon, and the leader of the martial arts world.

You can't just wait for fate. People can't always rely on luck.

So, the man's job was set.

I had no choice but to strive day by day, gradually improving and growing stronger. I felt fortunate that I had Baekyak, a rare master of ice magic, to join me. It felt like a blessing, a coincidence.

It was only when the darkness had lifted and dawn was beginning to break that Baekyak walked out of his quarters.

Baekyak stared blankly at Danwoo. He felt as if he'd been waiting for him all night.

“When did you come?”

As soon as Danwoo Sung encountered Baekyak, he felt the dark clouds lift. He was certain that breaking the magic sword had had some kind of effect. The negative energy that had plagued him in nightmares had completely vanished.

Danwoo Sung replied with a smile.

“It’s been about an hour.”

Baekyak approached with surprised rabbit eyes.

“Have you had trouble sleeping?”

"Yesterday, I killed someone I thought was a subordinate of the Sword Demon. I also had some nightmares. Let's talk on the way."

"yes."

As Danwoo-seong headed to Yangpyeong Lake, he relayed in detail the fight that had taken place yesterday.

Baekyak, who had been listening silently, nodded and grabbed Danwoo Seong's hand.

It was also because men and women had feelings for each other that they held on to each other.

Then, Baekyak poured out his extreme yin internal energy, and Danwoosung poured out his extreme yang internal energy, continuing to hold hands. On the way to Yangpyeong Lake, Danwoosung created a sphere of lightning energy, and Baekyak froze it. Baekyak had first created a white flower of extreme yin energy, but Danwoosung shattered it with his lightning energy.

They were both peculiar men and women.

Because the training and the building of affection between men and women were cleverly overlapped.

A harmony of brain energy and cold energy.

Harmony of extremes of yin and yang.

After a while, Yangpyeong Lake froze over and split into lightning-like shapes, and Baekyak froze the entire protective barrier of the brain wall created by Danwoo Fortress.

Now it was time for us to slowly reveal the secrets we had been keeping hidden from each other.

Showing off your martial arts skills is like opening your heart to each other.

Danwoo Seong didn't rush, waiting for Baekyak's decision. For now, he was simply grateful for Baekyak's ability to completely banish the nightmare.

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Cheolmyeongho was still swinging his iron umbrella down. But the fortress wasn't swinging at empty air; there was a target.

The target was the disciples of the Palryongmun.

At first, I started out fighting with lower-ranking martial artists, but now I've gradually moved up the ranks and am sparring with the vice-captains within the Palryongmun Gate. Since taking the elixir, even the vice-captains have found themselves struggling with the martial arts.

It's not because the swordsmanship is great.

Iron Man continued to use only downward strikes, horizontal slashes, and thrusts. However, he moved as if in a desperate attempt to avoid being hit less often in the daily repetitive combat.

A state in which coping skills have significantly developed.

Moreover, because of the weight of the iron umbrella, it did not move even when I used a real sword.

Clang!

Cheol Myeong-ho couldn't help but find joy in the sight of his opponents struggling to block his iron umbrella. It was almost as if he was addicted to striking.

I liked it so much that I thought the flower of swordsmanship was a downward strike.

Ha Jeon-ik, who had come back after a long time to track down the Geum Eun-il Murder Society, was also secretly surprised.

“Prince Iron, you have made great progress.”

At first, I wondered what he was doing. There was no one in the world who practiced martial arts like this. However, Cheol Myeong-ho, who fought his subordinates with only the Samjae Sword Technique, was gradually improving his skills.

Ha Jeon-ik tilted his head.

'That's really interesting.'

Cheol Myeong-ho, who was dripping with sweat, looked at Ha Jeon-ik with a confident expression.

“Ha Mun-ju, let’s try a martial art.”

Ha Jeon-ik raised his hand and refused.

“Let’s do it later.”

Ha Jeon-ik laughed inwardly.

'That little bastard has lost his mind.'

Cheol Myeong-ho made a fuss.

"Hey, let's do it. Are you scared? That's impossible. The Lord of the Eight Dragon Gate······."

Ha Jeon-ik continued speaking with a laugh.

"What…? A coward…? Iron Duke, you've improved incredibly quickly in dealing with the vice-leaders. It'll be even harder for the leaders. You'll probably need to swing your sword at least five hundred thousand more times before you can compete with them on equal footing. I'll give you a fight then."

Ha Jeon-ik was now counting the number of times he had used the Samjae Sword Technique.

Cheol Myeong-ho lowered his iron umbrella and took the first shot.

"Ha Mun-ju, I will take on the challenge. I am the last scholar of the martial arts world, Dokjonghori Cheolmyeongho. Please teach me."

A tendon bulged on Ha Jeon-ik's forehead.

“Okay, let’s do that. Get out of the way.”

What could be more difficult than a few blows? After forcing his subordinates occupying the center of the underground training ground to retreat, Ha Jeon-ik approached Cheol Myeong-ho and bowed.

“Come in first.”

Cheol Myeong-ho chuckled and shouted at them to be careful, then swung his umbrella down vertically and rushed forward.

As soon as Ha Jeon-ik moved his new type to the right of Cheol Myeong-ho to avoid the iron umbrella, he accurately hit Cheol Myeong-ho's face with the spinning shaft floating in the air.

Bam!

Cheol Myeong-ho's body spun around and flew to the end of the underground training ground, then crashed into the ground with a loud thud, causing him to faint for a moment.

The underground training ground became quiet.

One of his subordinates tried to laugh, but then covered his mouth. Ha Jeon-ik gestured to Cheol Myeong-ho with his chin and spoke to his subordinates.

“Wake up. That idiot, where are you going?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Cheol Myeong-ho shook his head, regaining consciousness, and stood up, clutching his face where he'd been hit. His expression of shock was truly remarkable.

Ha Jeon-ik asked with a smile.

“Iron Prince, are you alright?”

Cheol Myeong-ho responded with a laugh.

"Did you faint? Me? This Cheolmyeongho? What did you hit him with? His foot? Hey, use your foot."

Ha Jeon-ik said with a chuckle.

“Yes. Let’s take a short break and then talk to the leaders······.”

Cheol Myeong-ho approached, swinging his iron umbrella around.

“Let’s try again.”

He was truly a fearless man. Ha Jeon-ik wiped the smile from his face.

“Iron Prince, do you want to get hit more?”

Cheol Myeong-ho nodded and opened his eyes wide.

“Oh, I want to get hit more. What should I do? My body is shaking because I want to get hit more.”

Ha Jeon-ik said as he suddenly got up.

"This kid is sneakily talking about being the Archduke's friend. He's still a lot younger than me."

Cheol Myeong-ho replied.

"You're the one who's going to be the head of the Nine Dragons Gate, so you're speaking informally to me. Come at me, you rotten bastard. The day you lose to me, you'll be dismissed from the position of head of the Eight Dragons Gate, you punk."

Ha Jeon-ik's face turned bright red.

“This crazy guy······.”

Ha Jeon-ik, using his magic, approached and delivered a powerful kick to Cheol Myung-ho, who stood motionless. It felt strange. It felt like Cheol Myung-ho was just standing there, waiting for his moment. I had planned to counterattack after observing his reaction, but seeing him stay still, I felt helpless.

Cheol Myeong-ho, who had been waiting until the end, responded by pulling back and stabbing Ha Jeon-ik in the leg.

puck!

This time, Cheolmyeongho, still unable to catch up with the gap in internal energy, flew backwards and crashed into the wall. This time, perhaps anticipating the flight, he slammed into the wall with his left hand.

Ha Jeon-ik closed his mouth for a moment because the soles of his feet felt cold.

Then, Cheol Myeong-ho aimed his umbrella at Ha Jeon-ik and said.

"Hey, Palryongmunju. If this was a sword, would you have a hole in your foot or not? Answer me. Should we consider this a one-on-one draw? How good of a fighter would someone with a hole in their foot be? If you feel wronged, just come at me again."

Ha Jeon-ik smiled for a moment with a look of absurdity on his face, then spoke to his subordinate in a low tone.

“Bring me the wooden sword.”

Ha Jeon-ik, who received a wooden sword from his subordinate, aimed it at Cheol Myeong-ho and said.

“Hey, Cheolmyeongho. Get beaten up and don’t tell the Grand Duke.”

Cheol Myeong-ho smiled, revealing his white teeth.

“You little punk, do you think I’m a kid? Get hit and tell me what happened.”

Ha Jeon-ik's insides were seething. He had a knack for making people angry just by talking to them. The two men confronted each other, rushing at each other as if they were going to smash each other's heads.

Snap!

As soon as their swords clashed, the wooden sword split vertically, and this time, Cheolmyeongho was thrown back, rolling on the floor without a trace.

Ha Jeon-ik stared blankly at the split wooden sword for a moment.

Only then did he seem to understand what the Grand Duke of the Galaxy expected from this man.

When Ha Jeon-ik turned his head, Cheol Myeong-ho was standing up again with one corner of his mouth curled up.

This man was a rare and unique individual.

< Exclusive, my body is itching because I want to get hit > End

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