Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 8

< The King of Fist, the Hawk is the Medicine >

Inflict pain equally on one shoulder with your own strength.

In fact, the rule was that whoever screamed first lost, so Izaeon had already lost. But the two held each other's shoulders like close brothers.

It was a heartwarming sight.

As soon as we met again, we looked at each other's faces closely, with our hands on each other's shoulders.

Izaeon barely suppressed a groan and then gripped the Grand Duke's shoulder even tighter. It was so unfair and infuriating to lose to such a rascal.

Danwoo Sung's voice continued softly again.

"Please refrain from drawing your sword against your family. And you even personally injured your second son… No matter how many times I've been involved in an accident, my father has never collapsed like that."

Izaeon was holding back a scream that threatened to burst from between her lips.

"ah······."

With his entire body trembling, he released his right hand from his grip on the Archduke's shoulder and hurled a punch at Danwoo Sung's face. Furious at losing the duel, he intended to knock him out by striking him in the face.

Danwoo Sung said, grabbing Izaeon's fist that was flying towards him with a thud with his left hand.

“Anyway, his personality······.”

Dan Woo-seong couldn't help but smile, seeing as how he looked like nothing more than a brat. Then, Dan Woo-seong gently injected the thunderous energy of the Baekjeonshipdan Gong into his right hand.

“Ugh······huh······”

The scream she had been holding back finally escaped Ja-eon's lips, squirming and groaning. With her entire body trembling, she knelt on the floor as Dan Woo-seong's right hand pressed down on her.

Danwoo Seong looked down at Lee Ja-eon.

Making it clear who's in charge makes things easier. It also allows you to complete tasks without killing anyone.

Dan Woo-seong, his face expressionless, injected the brain energy into Lee Ja-eon until a thin stream of saliva trickled from between her lips. Only when Lee Ja-eon, trembling all over, fell into a semi-conscious state did Dan Woo-seong withdraw the brain energy and speak.

“Third.”

When Lee Ja-eon was unable to respond as if struck by lightning, Dan Woo-seong slapped her across the face as if to bring her to her senses.

slap-!

“Jaeon-ah······ Hey.”

Danwoo Sung was also inwardly flustered. Lee Ja-eon's internal energy was less than expected, and he could have fainted just like that. The human body has its funny side. In times like these, a slap was the best medicine.

“You punk, come to your senses.”

With a "click," Lee Ja-eon's head turned again. She shook her head vigorously, finally coming to her senses. She took a deep breath.

“Huh-up.”

Danwoo Seong, who was crouching down, looked at Lee Ja-eon's face from side to side while holding her chin, then raised his right hand as if he was going to slap her again and spoke.

“Mind······.”

Lee Ja-eon responded quickly.

“Come to your senses.”

As expected, the hawk was the best medicine.

Danwoo Seong said, lowering his hand.

"Thank goodness. I thought I was going to die. The third member of the Galaxy's elite, who trains more diligently than anyone else in martial arts, shouldn't die so meaninglessly."

Lee Ja-eon looked at her older brother, gasping for breath.

I wondered if this was the same older brother I'd tormented so terribly since I was little. Of course, he'd been secretly tormenting me, so only my siblings knew about his past.

Danwoo Sung also suddenly sighed.

Memories of the Grand Duke flashed through his mind, and as he gazed at Yi Ja-eon, he could clearly understand the nature of their relationship. Dan Woo-seong, feeling unnecessarily irritated, slapped Yi Ja-eon's cheek again.

puck!

This time, because of the emotion, blood flowed down from Izaeon's nose.

Danwoo Seong spoke to Lee Ja-eon, who was bleeding profusely from the nose.

"Let's end this old matter, Third. Answer quickly. If you don't want to get hit."

“Okay.”

“Speak up a little. Am I your friend?”

Lee Ja-eon replied while wiping his nose.

“···Oh, I understand.”

Lee Ja-eon's emotions surged because he knew that this level of difference in power could kill him.

It was understandable that he felt wronged, having trained so hard only to be beaten by his older brother, who had looked down on him his entire life.

But that "hard work" was only at Lee Ja-eon's level, and compared to Dan Woo-seong, who roamed the vast world of martial arts, it was nothing. A newbie's blood, a puppy that doesn't know the fear of a tiger.

Although Dan Woo-seong already knew that the person who recommended Gongsun Ming was Guyang-hou, he asked the question to make sure that it was passed over.

“Who brought Gongsun Ming?”

“Who brought you here? What do you mean?”

Danwoo Seong asked while observing Lee Ja-eon's expression.

"Who hired you? Or did someone introduce you?"

Lee Ja-eon said what she knew without thinking much about it.

"Gongsun Ming was probably introduced by the escort corps leader, Guyanghou. I heard he recommended him because of his skill."

Danwoo Seong replied.

"Are you sure? If you're lying, then you don't have to expect any affection from my remaining brothers."

“That’s true. The second one probably knows.”

“Didn’t Guyanghu approach you?”

“That never happened.”

“Okay, I’ll take note.”

Suddenly feeling uneasy, Lee Ja-eon asked.

“Why? What happened at Anga?”

"How did you select your personal escorts? They don't seem to be part of the escort unit. Did you hire them?"

Lee Ja-eon answered with a trailing edge.

“Ah, they are the diners of the Guyang family recommended by Guyanghou······.”

While Lee Ja-eon was speaking, Dan Woo-seong slapped her again. It was a softer slap than before, but a loud slap could be heard.

Lee Ja-eon asked as if she was being unfairly treated.

“Why are you hitting me again?”

Danwoo Seong said.

"Third, come to your senses. Are you planning to hand over the entire Galaxy Top to the Guyang Family? Why do the guys who Guyang Hu brought in keep increasing in the Top? We're already paying a considerable amount of tribute, and now you're even giving them their monthly salaries? Is this right?"

Lee Ja-eon rubbed his cheek and opened his eyes wide. Lee Ja-eon wasn't stupid. He sensed something odd in his conversation with his older brother.

This made it even more strange for Izaeon, who knew his escort had started the fight over something trivial. It was far more serious than his own nosebleed from being beaten by his brother.

Before that, my father's temper had been strained by the Soseonpa incident, and the Guyangse family's shunning of him was also infuriating. As a merchant who valued trust above all else, my father loathed this kind of behavior.

As Danwoo-seong got up, Lee Ja-eon asked urgently.

“How are you going to respond?”

"If you're colluding with the Guyangse family, I won't stop at just breaking your limbs. If you have something to say, say it now. Before things get worse."

As I blurted out these words without any change in expression, Lee Ja-eon swallowed once.

"Huh? That's not happening. It won't happen in the future. Why is the Galaxy Shangdan part of the Goyang family? It's a business my father started. I can't stand seeing others take over. I'll step forward and kill them all. That's why I'm practicing martial arts."

Danwoo-seong said, grabbing Lee Ja-eon's head. This time, his eyes were filled with a vicious murderous intent.

“Oh, I hope that’s true.”

Only then did Izaeon feel frightened. It felt like his older brother had gone completely mad.

"yes······."

"You just keep practicing your martial arts diligently. Don't worry about anything else. I'll handle the Guyangse family. Understood?"

"All right."

Lee Ja-eon looked at her older brother.

How on earth do you plan on dealing with the Guyang family? I figured they were using this method because they were so ruthless. With the world watching, they couldn't devour him so insidiously as a snake, so I figured they were using this method.

In fact, it was a matter of finding out and dealing with whether the Guyang family was deeply involved or whether Guyang-hu, who was dispatched from the Guyang family, was acting greedily on his own.

Danwoo Seong, who had been beating the third child to death, spoke in a tone of voice devoid of emotion.

"Go. Practice well. When you cut the tree earlier, your left foot wasn't in the right position, so your lower back wasn't able to transmit the force properly."

"hmm······."

Danwoo-sung took a few steps, then stopped and looked back at Lee Ja-eon, who hadn't responded. Lee Ja-eon had been deeply shocked by his older brother's advice on martial arts. He was confused as to whether the Grand Duke was mad or he himself.

Only then did Lee Ja-eon respond.

“Oh, I understand.”

Danwoo Seong gave the order in a very natural tone.

"And then, go apologize to the second one. Not an apology, but an apology. Understood?"

Lee Ja-eon replied.

“Yes, I will.”

"After you apologize and your second son forgives you, go visit your father in the hospital and tell him that Hwa-eon has forgiven you. He'll feel much better, and he'll wake up soon."

"yes."

As Danwoosung disappeared, Lee Ja-eon covered her face.

It felt like something like a storm had passed through. Being hit by my older brother wasn't that unfair, but the words he said when he came here lingered in my heart.

Then, Lee Ja-eon made a face as if she realized something.

'Huh? By any chance?'

Lee Ja-eon's imagination ran wild as he struck the ground with his fist.

"I should have gone to Guhwasan! That's where I met the hermit! Otherwise, that bastard would have been lying!"

A young man who had longed for martial arts all his life was lost in a "Gangho-style fantasy." Lee Ja-eon repeatedly struck the innocent ground with his fists.

“Me! Me! Me! Don’t go!”

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Lee Ja-eon suddenly clenched his fist and frowned. Kang Ho-chung's regret belatedly washed over him.

“Hey, shit… I almost broke it.”

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Lee Ja-eon's escorts, who had been waiting in the narrow passage leading from the back room to the main hall, tilted their heads and glared at Dan Woo-seong, who was walking towards them, when the Grand Duke came out looking fine.

Danwoo Seong also looked at his guards who were staring at him from both sides, then headed towards the main hall gate. Two guards followed him and blocked Danwoo Seong's path.

Mok In-seop, who had been crouching in the main hall, stood up and spoke to the two guards in a cold tone.

“You two, get out of the way when I speak. What are you doing?”

Mok In-seop had initially had negative feelings towards the outside hire who had injured his escort comrades.

Mok In-seop stopped with his eyes wide open as he was about to draw his sword.

The two men who had been blocking the Archduke were simultaneously lifted into the air, their necks still clasped. Mok In-seop couldn't even see how the Archduke moved.

“Ugh!”

“Keep going!”

Then, with a thud! thud! The two guards collapsed to the ground, clutching their throats with both hands, groaning. Their grip was strong, but a strange aura made their throats feel like they were burning.

When Danwoo Seong looked at Mok Inseop, Mok Inseop smiled and opened the door to the main hall.

Danwoosung spoke without even looking at the fallen people.

“The escorts’ skills are second to none.”

Mok In-seop, who was quick-witted, replied with a chuckle.

“What should I do?”

Danwoo Seong said in a sarcastic tone.

"If you don't have the skills, you should leave. You fought with other escorts, too. We don't need those who only stir up trouble."

"you're right."

Danwoo Seong said as he headed towards his residence.

“You’re fired.”

Mok In-seop wanted to laugh out loud, but he deliberately held it back. He didn't know whether the Grand Duke could fire them or not, but judging by the situation so far, it seemed like the outcome would go his way. The frustrating situation at the top was gradually becoming more and more refreshing.

<The King of Fists, the Hawk is the Medicine> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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