Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 30



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A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step

Yongwoon left the Jeongpa Alliance immediately after his first training session with Punggae. If he had wanted, Geombong would have provided him with a place to stay… but he felt like he would be the center of attention if he did so.

Even in Hwangbo Se-ga, there was no movement or anything. I was stunned by the murderous intent of an unknown young man. It seemed like he made up a strange excuse to cover up that stigma.

It seems like the derogatory nickname of ‘pee prince’ has already been attached.

That is why Yongwoon practiced alone in a shabby inn in Hanam. He sat on the bed and recited the movements of Punggae and his words.

‘In the end… it doesn’t flow.’

That’s what the bloody bastard said. It’s not a new year’s meal. The martial arts of the hellish monster are tyrannical. His martial arts, which showed no mercy to those who committed sins, were extremely heavy and strong.

His background, Shaolin, was also like that. However, the assassination method is different from Shaolin.

The art of assassination was to gain the upper hand through a surprise attack and kill the enemy with one blow.

After approaching the Gui Ling Bo, I burn the energy and blood with the Karma Water. It had a positive effect on those of similar level to me, but it didn’t work on those stronger than Yong Yun.

The first movement creates the flow. It is said that twisting and breaking the first movement is the way to master that martial art, but that was the meaning of mastering the ‘flow’ contained in that martial art.

Linkage. Breaking down the enemy’s strong defenses, destroying their balance, and finishing them off. Chosik was made for that. Yongwoon didn’t have that.

The legs and hands were separate. There was no foundation to connect them. That was Yongwoon’s problem.

Time passed. In the preliminary round of the Yongbongjihoe, no one could stop Yongun. Yongun did not use the Karma Water. He subdued everyone with a single blow or with the Geumna Water.

Rumors about Yongwoon were quickly spreading. From a Hwahwagongja who possessed a sword, to a master with extraordinary martial arts skills.

The overwhelming murderous intent against Hwangbo Jinheon was gradually burning up with the fuel of Mukseong’s appearance.

Yongwoon was fine. Right now, his greatest attention was on his duel with Punggae.

The method of breaking through the barrier is working without a problem. But there is nothing else to be gained. One movement, and it is over.

If you want to get something out of a duel, there has to be a follow-up fight. But if you end up getting hit after dodging once, what’s there to gain?

‘We have to reach it… but how?’

Many people looked at Yong-un as he ate noodles alone, but Yong-un’s sorrow only deepened.

“hey!”

The reaction was quick. Yongwoon didn’t let his guard down.

I raised my head while eating noodles, dodged the hand coming down from above, and used my raised elbow to hit my arm that was pointing down.

It didn’t touch. The guy slightly changed the angle of his arm and smoothly avoided Yongwoon’s elbow. The guy’s arm, which had just touched the table with a thud, moved.

The forearm flew up with the force of hitting Yongwoon on the bridge of his nose. Yongwoon’s right hand, which had completely put down the chopsticks, blocked the arm.

Fault! The force was unusual. But once I caught it, there was no problem.

His right hand completely wrapped around the bastard’s wrist. Yongwoon’s right fingers, which dug in from his wrist to his elbow, each occupied a specific acupuncture point.

Immediately my arms stretched out.

“Are you going to continue?”

“Huh! That’s surprising. I lost.”

The smell of alcohol wafted along with the words. If it had been the original Yong-un, his face would have been distorted, but after smelling the scent of the wind chime every day, his sense of the stench seemed to have become dull.

Suddenly, the guy sat down right next to Yongwoon with such confidence that it was hard to believe he was the one who had just surprised you.

“It seems like Geumnasoo won’t be able to defeat Sohyeop!”

The man who had struck the table made a loud noise, even though it was a small commotion. Everyone in the guest house watched the scene, and most of them were surprised by the identity of the man who had come out.

“Sword of the Heavenly Son, Dokgo Guwol!”

The eleventh of Jamryongbang, Cheonjageom Dokgo Guwol. He was the head of the Dokgo family, one of the Ten Jeong, and the son of the Sword Master Dokgo Jinhan. Yongwoon’s eyes sunk.

Dokgo Guwol laughed heartily and put his arms around Yongwoon’s neck. It wasn’t the kind of friendliness that could be shown to someone meeting him for the first time.

“Are you close with Hwangbo Jinheon?”

Yongwoon asked abruptly, and Guwol blinked for a moment. However, he also seemed to know the truth behind the previous scuffle, and shook his head and burst into laughter.

“Haha! You must have mistaken me for coming to seek revenge as a fellow Sega who is looking at Sipjeong. I’m not close with that Hwangbo guy. He was one of the guys who cut ties with me when my father died.”

Geomjon Dokgo Jinhan was the second-ranking member of Cheon Yu-bang and the leader of the Pama Alliance while he was still alive.

Because of such a person as the head of the family, Dokgo Sega, which was slightly inferior to other Sega families, was able to rise to the ranks of the Five Great Sega families in one go, and among them, he competed for the top ranking along with Namgung.

However, Dokgo Jinhan was defeated in the final battle with Cheonma. Dokgo Sega, who had raised his status with only the Sword Master, was eventually destined to fall.

“The one that Yonggongja should be careful of is not me, but Dang Hwi-han, the poisonous dragon. I heard that the first thing Hwangbo ran to complain about when he woke up was him.”

Dokryong Dang Hui-han could be seen as the head of the Dang family and the nephew of Dang Hye.

‘They’re suddenly giving me this information.’

Yongwoon nodded.

“What do you want?”

Cold words. Dokgo Guwol clicked his tongue.

“What a cruel man… I came to strengthen our friendship.”

“Why would someone like that suddenly come out?”

“I was just trying to test it. I was interested because I heard there was a strange man in the Yongbongjihoe preliminaries. It really wasn’t an empty boast. I can’t win against Geumnasu.”

There was a scabbard on the waist of Dokgo Guwol who was rustling his sword. Yongwoon looked at it and asked presumably.

“So you’re saying that if you take up a sword, you’ll win?”

Dokgo Guwol smiled faintly.

“yes.”

There was a moment of silence. The two men sitting right next to each other exchanged glances without saying a word, and Dokgo Guwol twitched his fingers without realizing it.

The first to break the silence was Dokgo Guwol.

“I was too arrogant. Okay, let’s give it a 70% chance of winning. I’ll admit it.”

“…I admit it.”

Yongwoon nodded coolly. He had something to say.

‘It’s still not enough.’

He was arrogant. Dokgo Guwol is not a silent person. His realm is Samhwachwijeong, and his rank is eleventh. Of course, it could be that he didn’t move up in rank because he hasn’t left any recent traces, but even in a showdown with him, his odds of winning were low.

Even so, is it right to tell Punggae to remain silent?

‘As a warrior, I am extremely inadequate.’

I had that thought. When it came to medicine, honestly, there was no rival. Even the white doctor was just looking at the magic doctor with an inferiority complex. If you wanted to achieve something, you got it, and if you looked up to the sky, it became the sky.

How is it now? Not only in the sky, but even around me, there were many people with similar skills. In the end, it was a staircase. I had to climb it step by step.

“Is there anyone sick in your family?”

Dokgo Guwol expressed his doubts at the unexpected question.

“I will cure you. You have done me a favor.”

“…What favor? I didn’t come looking for a madman, did I?”

“If you don’t have it, that’s fine. I’ll pay you back later.”

Although it was an unknown word, Dokgo Guwol chuckled as if he found it so funny.

“I guess I came to the right place. I came here because I heard you were a bratty, arrogant, and eccentric person who didn’t get along with others, and that was very accurate.”

“Why are you looking for that guy?”

“Why, you want to hang out together. Aren’t there any other things you’re curious about? Even though I’m a dog, I’m a person who’s been doing my bit as a sogajussi. Why, should I tell you about the famous giraffe in Gangseo? What’s it like to be a first-class giraffe at Cheonhwagiru?”

“You don’t need to know.”

I remembered what So Cheon-hong had said. Cheonjageom Dokgo Guwol. Even his nickname was Cheonja (天子), and he was the son of Dokgo Jin-han, but he was an ambiguous genius who could not escape his status.

Of course, the subject of comparison is Geomjon, but recently he has suddenly become addicted to alcohol and is acting promiscuously.

‘I’m curious.’

Yongwoon decided to ask boldly.

“There is no flow in my martial arts. I have learned various martial arts in a haphazard manner, and there is no connection between the different martial arts. What should I do in this situation?”

“Hmm? Were there any more unseen martial arts?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know. You must have researched everything about my martial arts.”

“Can’t you even act?”

As he said, Dokgo Guwol had already requested information from Yongwoon.

‘Does this nameless guy have top-notch information?’

The level of information for openness ranges from special to fifth level, just like elixirs. Some of Yongun’s information was first-level. It was a level that only the heads of the five great families could view.

Information about Yongwoon’s martial arts was third-rate. Even the detailed information was second-rate.

“I am a master of penetration who injects my body with an unknown hot heat through a ghostly technique…”

Dokgo Guwol, who had been mumbling, got to the point.

“Originally, the law and martial arts go together, but is there no recipe to follow?”

“You saw it right away. What kind of martial arts should I learn to help you-”

“Does it really have to be a vegetarian?”

Yongwoon blinked for a moment at Dokgo Guwol’s question. Dokgo Guwol coughed in vain and took a sip of the bottle of alcohol from his waistband.

“From Qigong in the law to acupuncture and acupuncture points… It seems like everything is already there.”

Yongwoon’s anticipation cooled down as Dokgo Guwol spoke in a timid manner.

‘…no.’

Thump-

Is that right?

“As you know, the Dokgogu sword that our great father left behind doesn’t have a pre-cut. No, it does have one, but it’s a bit far-fetched. It’s a sword technique that predicts the enemy in advance and exploits their weaknesses, but that’s obvious, but what’s so strange-”

Yongwoon jumped up from his seat. Dokgo Guwol’s words were piercing through his heart.

In the Dharma, Qigong, gold and silver thread, and acupuncture. Yongun already had everything he needed to ‘continue’.

His strength is that he can ‘see’ his opponents well through the numerous points and veins he has already seen.

“Why… why are you doing that?”

Dokgo Guwol was taken aback by the sudden action, but Yongwoon’s head was burning hot.

Geumnasu had to know where the enemy’s arm would extend. A small hand-to-hand fight. Yongun, who was extremely sensitive to the movement of muscles and internal energy, was strong against Geumnasu since his days as a demon.

How about acupuncture? Yongwoon was almost like a god when it came to flowing energy into acupuncture points. Yongwoon knew which acupuncture points were used for each martial art and mind method, and it was easy for him to figure out new things. His acupuncture points were unparalleled.

The gold and silver needles were used in combination. The five fingers were used together with the veins to stop the energy.

But have you ever used it with the Karma Water? When using the method, have you ever moved after properly ‘understanding’ your opponent?

‘…no.’

It seems that he was not able to properly use his strengths. He was so focused on utilizing the movements in the book of Narakuphwasu that he was not aware of Yongwoon’s own strengths.

‘What I need is not strength or hegemony. I am not Shaolin. Pointing and gold-na-su are not martial arts that suppress others.’

A thousand pounds. In that miracle, a thousand pounds was not needed.

My heart was pounding hard. It felt like all the martial arts that had been playing separately were coming together as one.

Heat and excitement. Yongwoon gave Dokgoguwol a lottery ticket.

“I have been taught.”

“No… I was the one who drank.”

“I will definitely repay this favor. I have somewhere to go.”

Yongwoon hurriedly left the guest house. Dokgo Guwol just stared at his back in vain.

That was for a while,

[If you want to pretend to be drunk, start by changing your eyes.]

His expression hardened at Yongun’s words.

[There is nothing harder to erase from your eyes than anger and resentment. I don’t know who you are trying to fool, but you had better practice looking in the mirror.]

Dokgo Guwol couldn’t leave the inn for a while.