Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 76

< Appearance of the King of Fist, the Merchant's Leader 2 >

“There are some idiots here who say they included a long-form report in the title.”

At Danwoosung's words, the Byeokryeokmun warriors gathered around with frowns.

The reason why he couldn't suddenly pull out Danwoo Seong was because of a pair of judges.

“This old man, the owner of the upper house······.”

They immediately realized that the Taeho Sangdan had asked this man for help. However, there was no reason to fear.

Because Mr. Eunpil has already disappeared from this world.

A man approached me, tilting his head.

“Did I just hear something wrong······.”

Dan Woo-seong waited with a sour expression for the cheers from the just-concluded performance to subside. Meanwhile, a few people were staring at the woman whose clothes had been stripped off near the end of the performance. Since Dan Woo-seong was alone, they didn't seem to mind. Only after the women dancing the fan dance had left did the atmosphere quieten down enough for conversation to be heard.

A man asked.

“Did the owner send it?”

Danwoo-seong nodded as he put down the judge's pen.

“As you can see.”

“Can I be Mr. Eunpil’s disciple?”

"No way. I came here to see those idiots transporting the items that were supposed to replace the long-legged leader as tokens instead of carrying them themselves. They're talking nonsense, no different from saying they boarded a boat to shit in the river."

Danwoo-seong asked while looking at the person sitting right next to him.

“Is it black?”

The man next to him imitated Danwoo Seong's speech.

"No way. This is a special task force affiliated with the Murim Alliance. Everyone here is said to be disciples of the leader, Yu Jeong-hong."

When Byeokryeokmun burst into laughter at the man's words, Danwooseong grabbed the man's hair and threw him down to the first floor.

“Ugh!”

As he hurled the man, still sitting, even while clutching his hair, those nearby backed away with a loud crash. Meanwhile, the man, screaming, fell onto the stage.

A man spoke in a cold tone.

"The elder monk passed away, and the disciples there rushed to the Byeokryeokmun Gate. It's surprising that the Taeho Merchant Group doesn't intend to compensate, but rather tries to resolve the matter by force. Can you handle it?"

Danwoo-seong looked at the man.

"Is that idiot you? You entrusted such an important item to me, yet you didn't even tell the Taeho Sangdan to be careful? You're amazing. No, either you're amazing, or this Byeokryeokmun is a retard."

The oldest-looking man asked Danwoo Sung.

“Young man, have you come here to die?”

The wall-crawler drew his sword.

The man who appeared to be the leader said.

"There's no need for this. Let's get out. I'll take this matter to the Taeho Sangdan and hold them accountable."

As Danwoo-seong stood up, the men made a commotion and some of them rushed down the stairs, while others stood behind him as if blocking the escape route.

After Danwoo Seong took the judge's note, he left Bulchui Pavilion surrounded by the Byeokryeok disciples.

The warriors of the wall shouted whenever someone blocked or obstructed their path.

“Get out of the way.”

After Danwoo Seong left the Bulchui Pavilion, he walked with the Byeokryeokmun disciples and spoke.

“Who is the next leader?”

“Just follow me. I’ll guide you.”

As they moved, the number of wall-crawling doors gradually increased.

This was precisely why he had deliberately lured Danwoosung outside. As the other guests and inns poured out, Danwoosung found himself walking, surrounded by fifty or sixty people.

“What’s going on? Where are the enemies?”

As Danwoosung was surrounded by his disciples, some were searching for enemies. As the martial artists, wielding weapons and bearing fierce expressions, moved forward, the crowd split left and right.

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When the man named Lee Geon-chang of the Byeokryeokmun who was walking at the front stopped, the Byeokryeokmun followers who surrounded Danwoo Castle also stopped walking.

Lee Gun-chang had been promised the position of the next Byeokryeokmun Master by an unidentified man if he cooperated in this matter. The man was so strange and terrifying that he couldn't refuse the offer. Therefore, even if the plan was somewhat flawed, it didn't matter much.

When I introduced Moonju to the man, Moonju disappeared without a trace.

If you provoke and drag out Mr. Eunpil, the veteran will disappear without a trace.

Now, if Taeho Sangdan was stimulated to make the incident bigger, and then the man who could be called the client took action, everything would work out well.

Therefore, it was more important to carry out the orders of the person who had planned this undertaking than to save the lives of the other Byeokryeok disciples who had shared joy and sorrow with him. This man, Lee Geon-chang, was a man of ill will, a man who had encountered someone with ill intentions and whose influence had awakened a new kind of evil.

Danwoo-seong followed them to a secluded place and asked.

“The wall-crawler.”

Lee Geon-chang turned around and replied.

“You have to live to meet the Lord. Just live for now.”

This is what Lee Geon-chang said to his disciples.

“Kill him. I wasn’t ordered to bring in someone like this.”

A man at the wall answered with a trembling expression.

“Death penalty, please take him away first.”

“Kill me. You crazy bastard, how dare you talk back.”

Danwoo Seong replied.

"A few people are missing. Shouldn't there be someone to guide them?"

"What the hell are you talking about, you punk? Kill them all and I'll guide you. If you're confident, go for it."

A sword flew towards the nape of Danwoo's neck.

Wedge!

Danwoo Seong stepped aside, pulled out two judge's pens, and held them in his hands. His movements were somewhat slower than before, so Park Do narrowly missed.

Danwoo Sung observed Lee Geonchang's expression. It seemed he wasn't afraid of himself, but rather someone else.

First, I had to deal with the guys here and then think about it.

As the wall-crawler's men began to rush in, Danwoo-seong made a vow to himself.

'······Let's relax.'

Danwoo Sung, his body still light, studied the shoulders of those surrounding him. They were all tense.

Even before the full movement was performed, the intention was clearly revealed.

Because of Danwoo's experience and outstanding intelligence, he was able to personally experience the wisdom of the best in the world, and as a result, he was able to see new clues.

'Is this what it feels like?'

Danwoo Seong moved while swinging his sword.

He didn't overexert his internal energy while swinging his sword, nor did he leap forward to gain distance. He simply watched the shoulders of those charging towards him. He narrowly avoided multiple attacks, surveying the entire battlefield as if he were in control.

There was definitely more to see than before.

Just by looking at the attackers' shoulder heights and direction, you could tell what kind of attack was coming.

Without consuming any internal energy at all.

Danwoo Seong moved around like that for a while, then started stabbing Pan-Gwanpil in the shoulders, forearms, back of the hands, wrists, sides, and nape of the neck of Byeokryeokmundo.

Pok! Grab! Pok!

Pan-Gwan-Pil was a more brutal weapon than expected. In fact, Pan-Gwan-Pil was only called Pan-Gwan-Pil in name, but in reality, he was no different from a thick, sharp steel awl.

The gripping technique also changed frequently. Sometimes it was held backwards and thrust, and other times it transitioned to swinging the grip to cut the face or neck. Because Baekyak and I continued to study martial arts, we sometimes anticipated our opponent's movements and launched the Pan-Kwan-Pil first.

Phew!

The Judge's Pen was also convenient for retrieving after a stabbing. Thus, each time the sharp metal brush of the Judge's Pen pierced a body, red blood spurted out in various directions like ink, drenching the fighters' clothing in red.

Right away, no one died.

A situation where everyone is bleeding profusely while still alive.

As those who were trying to run away first tried to push them back, Danwoo Seong mixed his techniques and moved quickly.

“If you run away, you die first.”

In reality, Danwoo Seong rushed at the man who had retreated like a beast, stabbed him in the chest with two swords, and then kicked his opponent in the stomach to pull out the swords.

Phew!

This man was the first to die instantly.

Because of this, those who witnessed the death had no choice but to continue fighting with Danwoo-seong without being able to run away.

In a situation where he couldn't do anything, Lee Geon-chang glared at Dan Woo-seong.

'This fucking kid fell asleep while practicing martial arts.'

He had absolutely no intention of rushing in right away. But he also had no intention of running away. The unidentified man he'd just met seemed to enjoy taking someone like him all the more.

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Except for Lee Geon-chang, all the Byeokryeokmundo lay on the floor, struggling and moving. Some screamed in agony, while others hurled curses at Lee Geon-chang, who simply watched. It seemed he wasn't the type of person he usually respected.

There was a man who tore his own clothes to stop the bleeding, and there was another who took off the clothes of the dead and wrapped them like bandages.

As the man, who was somewhat in good health, got up again, Danwoo Seong approached him and stabbed him with a sword into his other shoulder.

Phew!

“Kkukhak!”

A grotesque howl erupted, followed by screams, cries of resentment, and sobs. No one dared to rush in after it.

Danwoo Sung ended this fight without using any of his brainpower. It was a practical exercise in practicing his changed fighting style.

Danwoo Seong said to Lee Geonchang.

“Will you guide me now?”

Lee Geon-chang nodded once as if to offer guidance.

As far as Lee Geon-chang knew, there were fifty-five people, excluding himself. They weren't just the Wallyukmun, but also the man's minions. They were all villains recruited through strange means.

That said, Lee Gun-chang couldn't betray the man who had killed the previous leader. It was even more so because he had died a horrific death right before Lee Gun-chang's eyes. No matter what anyone said, he considered him far more terrifying than the young man invited by the Taeho Sangdan.

This is what Lee Geon-chang said.

“What are you doing? I told you to follow me.”

“Wait.”

Danwoo Seong looked at the fallen people and then fiercely clashed his two swords.

Kwajijijijijik!

The pure internal energy, the sound of metal friction, and the deafening roar of the clashing brains mixed together, causing those nearby to convulse or cover their ears. With everyone injured, none could properly block Danwoo's yin energy.

Lee Geon-chang also covered his ears.

Danwoo-seong looked at those who were writhing like earthworms again and suffering, then raised his internal energy and struck Pan-Gwan-pil more fiercely than before.

This time, a short, strong "Zzung" sound erupted.

Then, the wounded all fell unconscious. They were losing so much blood that they were sure to die.

Danwoo Seong then approached Lee Geonchang and spoke.

“Guide me.”

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“All the disciples were killed by this man. He is a master sent by the Taeho Sangdan.”

The man who received Lee Geon-chang's report responded in a soft tone.

"great job."

I thought I would be guided to a mountain lodge, a safe house, or a base with a strong black atmosphere, but my expectations were wrong.

Danwoo Seong entered the mansion of an ordinary rich man.

However, the house was spacious, but there was not a single servant. There were no workers, no one doing chores, no elderly people, and no children.

In a large mansion, there was only a man in loose clothing, his feet propped up on a table. The loose clothing meant it wasn't his usual attire. It seemed the man had killed everyone inside.

Lee Geon-chang asked while putting some distance between himself and Dan Woo-seong, who was standing next to him.

“Should I go out?”

As soon as Lee Gun-chang finished speaking, Dan Woo-seong hurled the judge's pen he was holding in his left hand at Lee Gun-chang. With a thud, the pen sank into Lee Gun-chang's neck, sending him sprawling to the floor.

The man looked at the dead Lee Gun-chang's face and spoke to Dan Woo-seong with an annoyed expression.

“Hey, why are you killing people like that? People······.”

He only uttered a few words, but it was clear that he was a man who had killed a great many people.

< Appearance of the King of Power, the Merchant's Leader 2 > End

ⓒ Eugene Sung