Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 36



Only Noblemtl

To Hwangbo Jinheon

‘That fucking kid.’

The people Hwangbo Jinheon was cursing were Yongun and Dang Huihan.

‘You’ve eaten bloodworms and that’s all you can do?’

Hwangbo Jinheon’s eyes were bloodshot. It was anger. Yongwoon, in front of him, was standing there, looking at him as if he was fine.

“Slaughter is prohibited. Poison and weapons are also prohibited without prior notice, as I said.”

Yong-un nodded at the supervisor’s words, which were more polite than the preliminary round. Hwangbo Jin-heon and Yong-un, who were still gnashing their teeth, stood at the ends of the unarmed barracks.

“Okay, let’s begin!”

Bang! The first to jump was Hwangbo Jinheon. His speed was not suitable for his heavy body.

The Hwangbo family deals with the martial arts. They are located in Jinan, Shandong Province, and Taishan. They were originally a powerful family that prided themselves on being the best in the world.

The current best martial artist is obviously Kwon Jong. However, that does not mean that Hwangbo Se-ga’s martial arts have faded away.

Touro is extremely honest and upright. The unarmed man shook with the strong step, and Yongwoon’s body was bound by the powerful momentum.

The spirit of the mountain lord. The spirit that imitated the cry of a tiger froze Yongun’s muscles.

Mount Tai (泰山) was often attacked by tigers. The story of “Hard government and fierce tiger” also came from Mount Tai, so Mount Tai was originally the land of a mountain range.

Hwangbo Jinheon caught a tiger with his bare hands at the age of thirteen. That is why his nickname was Amusong (兒武松).

Not now, though.

‘I’ll kill you…!’

Murder was not allowed. But that did not mean that murder did not occur in the Yongbong branch.

A fist filled with powerful momentum extended itself as if it were going to pierce Yongwoon’s chest. As the fist came closer, the momentum that was suppressing Yongwoon became stronger, and Yongwoon also relaxed his energy.

Boom! The fist blasted the air, making Yongwoon’s ears ring. Yongwoon twisted his body just as the fist was about to touch his chest.

Hwangbo Jinheon’s attack did not stop. He immediately twisted his body and swung his arms, causing Yongwoon to jump far back and dodge.

Bam-

“Like a rat…!”

Hwangbo Jinheon stepped on the ground again. He deliberately carried the killing intent. It was to shake off his emotions.

Humiliation, shame, and… fear.

Fists rained down. All the fists that poured down indiscriminately were connected by a super attack and pressured Yongwoon.

Red drops splashed across Yongwoon’s face. Blood flowed from a thin cut that looked like it had been cut. The wound was caused by a mere blow of wind.

Hwangbo Jinheon is strong-boned. He ate far more elixirs than Yongun, and he was physically superior to him.

The pressure of the mountain army was getting worse. Yong-un had to move his entire body every time to shake it off, and his stamina was definitely being consumed faster than Hwangbo Jin-heon.

No, it definitely should have been that way.

“Is that the Heavenly King’s Fist?”

The prince muttered. He had been yawning and looking bored before the rain, but now he was looking at the rain below with sparkling eyes.

Hwangbo Jinheon swings his fist, and Yongwoon dodges. Every time, Yongwoon moves just before he gets hit, barely avoiding the punch, and even the gap between them is getting shorter and shorter.

“Isn’t it funny? Calling yourself the Heavenly King, Emperor, and Emperor.”

Brain Sword Namgung Jin took a deep breath at the prince’s muttering. The Emperor’s Sword Technique was the sword technique of the Namgung family.

“Ever since I was young, I’ve always wondered when I saw nicknames like Sword Emperor. If the royal family appeared before my eyes and told me to change my name, would a martial artist who lives and dies for honor really comply?”

It was a muttering. It wasn’t directed at anyone. Nevertheless, Namgung Jin answered it.

“…I won’t listen. As His Highness the Crown Prince said, a warrior lives and dies for his honor.”

The prince immediately accepted Namgung Jin’s words. His gaze was still on the weapon.

“Even if you’re not a savage, that’s true. But there’s a saying in Beijing. The thing you should fear most about people is none other than the back of their heads. Do you know why?”

“…”

“It means that we should be more wary of those who pretend to be obedient and seek succession than those who cry out for honor and sacrifice their lives. Will I be able to see the back of that head that I have seen so many times in Beijing in Namgung?”

Namgung Jin strained his eyes. Could that just now be considered a threat?

Namgung Jin got up in a fit of rage. But the moment he saw the crown prince,

I couldn’t do anything. A huge energy, a huge momentum that pressured even me, the head of the Namgung family, into being unable to do anything for a moment… was gushing out.

I could tell right away. He wasn’t the prince. He wasn’t the undefeated sword either.

The man in black. He was standing right behind the crown prince. The enraged Namgung Jin tried to raise his stake, but

[With caution.]

The sound of the Hyeonhwajinin spreading through his head strangely cleared his mind. Namgung Jin, who had come to his senses, sat down again while glaring at the crown prince.

A mixture of anger and doubt entered his mind.

‘…That feeling just now, it feels familiar.’

The prince smiled brightly as he looked at that. He looked at the Hyeonhwajinin next to him and said.

“That’s why I respect the swordsman. The higher you fly, the harder it is to fall back to the ground.”

Hyunhwajin just smiled without saying anything.

Kuung!

“Are you just going to avoid it?”

It was Yong-un, not Hwangbo Jin-heon, who had his clothes completely soaked with sweat. However, it was Hwangbo Jin-heon whose face was red because he had not landed a single blow during the long period of time he had been fighting.

The speed of his fists gradually increased. Hwangbo Jinheon was quickly burning his cherished internal energy along with excitement.

[What do you see?]

The woman was not surprised by the telegram that came to her. Of the four people in black, the one wearing the black mask answered the telegram.

[You have good eyes.]

Once again, Yongwoon dodged the punch.

[I saw it right away. I don’t need to put it back in the sword forest.]

No matter how much you do it, if you keep seeing the same scene over and over again, it’s bound to get boring. However, Yongwoon’s evasion, which is close to a miracle. The trick of brushing hair and swiping the collar of a shirt made all the audience members sweat.

[The bastard’s magic is strange, but the most mysterious thing is his eyes.]

The sound continued. The woman in the black mask listened to it silently.

[When avoiding an enemy’s attack, you should naturally look at the ‘attack’ itself. The role of the eyes in battle is to read the flow of energy with the sense of energy, and to look at the direction in which the sword and wrist are twisting, and even more so, to the feet and shoulders.]

The battle was not like a game of Go. In the short time of one breath, you had to avoid the salcho and counterattack at the same time. The empty and real ones, the flow of energy, the enemy’s psychology and martial arts characteristics, weaknesses. How well you used your ‘eyes’ could change the outcome of the battle.

[He’s different. Most of his gaze is focused on Hwangbo Jinheon’s forehead, and his eyes move quickly to grasp his entire body. Rather, he doesn’t see much of his fist. He’s avoiding attacks by reading his entire body.]

[…is that possible?]

The woman asked, puzzled.

In that short interval of time, which splits my breath in half, a fist the size of my head flies in. But is it really possible to see every movement of the enemy during that brief moment?

The man in black agreed.

[I am doing it because I can. The illusions don’t mean anything to him. The illusions of a sword come from his arms, and the illusions of a spear come from his feet. That is why masters control them and deceive their enemies. However, even they cannot control the subtle movements of their entire body. What a skill.]

The woman was inwardly quite surprised. In the past few hellish years, it had been rare for ‘him’ to compliment anyone. Let alone exclaim something like this.

‘After all, wasn’t it just the crown prince and the white lady?’

[It’s almost over. Hwangbo Jinheon isn’t stupid. That’s why he’ll do something stupid.]

Hwangbo Jinheon never stopped his fists. Hwangbo Sega’s martial arts never backed down. If the enemy did not fall, he would continue to attack until the enemy fell, until he died, and that was the Heavenly King’s martial arts.

Yongwoon’s weakness is obvious. Whether you read his energy, watch his movements, or look at his face, it’s all obvious that he’s at his limit.

Is that really so? Hwangbo Jinheon’s eyes, eyes filled with anger, shook.

Bloodletting, strange techniques, and ominous internal strife techniques. These are Yongwoon’s martial arts. Nothing has come out yet. There is no sign of an attack.

Are you really tired?

…no.

Hwangbo Jinheon had grown. The shame from a while ago played a part in his unceasing attacks and his continued staring at Yongwoon’s pale face. He kept his body busy, tearing away the memories of that time that kept coming back to him.

Swinging his fists, stepping on the law, and tying his feet with the mountain flag, Hwangbo Jinheon’s head continued to grow cold. It was a calmness he had never felt before. However, when he was reminded of his meeting with Danghuihan and Yongun, he gritted his teeth and changed his thoughts.

The time when I fainted and peed my pants just to survive. I realized the fear and shame of that time once again.

Carelessness, that arrogant mind disappeared right away. The arrogance that I was just a victim of sorcery and that my original skills were better disappeared, and at the same time, I started making plans.

Kung! For the first time, Hwangbo Jinheon’s feet stopped. Yongwoon jumped up from a distance and began to catch his breath, and sweat began to form on Hwangbo Jinheon’s face.

“Hoo…”

As he exhaled, it turned to vapor and disappeared.

“Could it be… that Hwangbo Jinheon got tired first?”

“Even my breathing is irregular and my face is red. My energy is also… unstable. I’m really tired.”

The audience was in an uproar. Hwangbo Jinheon was even more distraught.

‘…There’s no way I can just avoid it like this. I’m sure he’s looking for an opening.’

Don’t let your guard down. It regulates the energy in your body, making your face redder and your breathing heavier.

“pup!”

Intentional, offensive profanity.

Exploding energy. This wasn’t fake. I had unleashed all my pent-up internal energy.

The spirit of the mountain lord could not be considered the essence of the heavenly king’s power. No, rather, it was more correct to see it as the foundation for that essence.

Kwajik- It wasn’t the sound that Hwangbo Jinheon made. The intense pressure that had been weighing down Yongwoon’s body grew stronger, and the unarmed weapon under Yongwoon’s feet broke.

The secret technique of the Heavenly King’s Fist is the Heavenly King’s Three Fists. It is a martial art of three strikes that are as big as a mountain, and the pressure on the enemy grows stronger as you move on to the next strike.

Hwangbo-chung suddenly stood up. The Heavenly King’s Three Fists are the martial arts of the head of the household. However, even the head of the household of Hwangbo had only completed the second fist, so that was the reason for his closed-door training.

Hwangbo Jinheon was barely able to handle one volume.

‘Are you trying to end it…!’

Even if it wasn’t Hwangbo Chung, everyone could tell that Hwangbo Jinheon had made the decision. The momentum had become more ferocious, and even those in the audience felt a strong pressure that made their skin tingle.

Yongwoon calmly watched Hwangbo Jinheon walk toward him. Hwangbo Jinheon did not run. He had prominent blood vessels on his face, and he was walking toward him steadily and slowly.

With each step, the unarmed weapon breaks. In the end, Hwangbo Jinheon stands right in front of Yongun.

The fist moved slowly. The confidence that he would never escape. The more the shoulder that raised the fist rose, the more the invisible energy pressed Yongwoon down to the ground.

‘Get in.’

His breathing, his energy, his facial expressions. He seemed to have made hasty and immature decisions, even forcing himself to take out a season that he couldn’t endure.

‘You will look down on me.’

He is a lowly man who peed himself in one sitting. Because he is such a man, he will be seen as a young prince of the Sega family with immature judgment.

As the fist approached, the space distorted – Yongwoon gritted his teeth.

He kicked the ground. His movements were slow, as if he was stuck in a swamp, but even with those slow movements, Yongwoon’s clothes were being torn.

Her body moves as if it is stretched out. Her feet point outward so that her joints bend, and only then can she barely avoid the slow fist.

The space between his fist and the chest he had avoided was about a foot. Even so, Yongwoon’s martial arts uniform was torn.

Boom! As the fist stopped, the air burst out louder than ever. The unarmed object shattered into a fan shape below where the fist stopped, and all the audience members, not just the unmanned ones, grabbed their ears.

Tremendous power. It was the Heavenly King’s Fist.

But, it didn’t reach. Whew- Blood was flowing from Yongwoon’s ear. Still, it wasn’t a fatal wound. Yongwoon tilted his body at an angle and opened his palm for the first time. The shape of a palm.

The side of Hwangbo Jinheon where the fist had passed was now empty.

Yongwoon stretched out his hand, putting strength into his knees. At the same time, Hwangbo Jinheon turned his head.

Cooluk- Blood filled his mouth as his internal energy flowed back. But his eyes were certain of victory.

‘You’re caught!’

Knock! The bones groaned. The whole body. The legs firmly planted on the ground, the spine supporting the body, the shoulders and arms. The bones of the whole body were all shattered by the second punch that they could never withstand.

‘I tried to hide it at all costs…!’

Before coming to Hanam, I used to imagine using this unstable two-handed sword. I imagined myself using this hidden secret move against Mukseong in the final of the Yongbongjihoe and winning the championship.

The existence of Yongun was not in his imagination. It was a pity.

‘No. What a pity.’

Hwangbo Jinheon quickly changed his mind.

Admit it. Admit arrogance, admit carelessness. Look down on him, don’t admit it even after he faints, and ask Dang Hui-han to take care of the female and male. It was so ugly.

It was even more visible when I swung my fists freely.

You are the mountain I must overcome. After this battle is over, no one will be left standing, but I will defeat you.

Heo-cho threw his body. An invisible number. An unstable posture, an unstable energy was contained in his left arm and flew towards Yong-woon’s face.

No, is it unstable? Hwangbo Jinheon felt pain all over his body, but he also felt an unparalleled pleasure. His energy was stretched out powerfully. Even though his body was broken and his blood vessels were twisted, his will was endlessly responding to his will.

It was growth.

‘danger…’

The supervisor flinched. That energy was dangerous. If something like that had struck his forehead, Yongwoon’s head would have exploded and he would have died.

[Stop it.]

The supervisor’s body froze with the sound.

‘…Prince…!’

[The outcome has already been decided.]

From the moment the second volume moved, a pressure several times greater than the first one weighed down on Yongwoon. The blood vessels in Yongwoon’s eyes burst, and he couldn’t even lift his hands easily.

“…Tsk.”

Yongwoon clicked his tongue. He tried his best to hide it, but it was really weird to wake up in the end.

“…still.”

Yongwoon laughed. His hands turned red and azaleas bloomed. It was fun.

Thud! Yakshabul got up, kicking the chair away.

“I admit it.”

He whispered, just before his fist touched his forehead.

Phew! The intense energy of the Uphwasu pierced through the ’empty space’ above Hwangbo Jinheon’s left fist. At the same time, the intense energy that was pressuring Yongwoon disappeared as if it was being torn apart, and Yongwoon’s feet slipped.

The fist is extended. But the slow fist, if there is no pressure, there is no reason to be hit.

Pukwaaaaang! A hole the size of a house was dug in the unarmed area, and debris flew out in all directions. Even the strong wind blew, kicking up dust.

There was no Yongun there.

Yongwoon broke through the space between his fist and his upper body, and he took the lead behind Hwangbo Jinheon. Yongwoon couldn’t help but laugh.

Hwangbo Jinheon, bleeding from the Chilgong, slowly turned his head. He had not lost consciousness even though he had lost his interest.

‘I guess I have no choice but to use it like this.’

Well, I already showed you. Yongwoon pulled his hand back and fired.

The red palm directly struck Hwangbo Jinheon’s back. The karma was sprayed into the Myeongmun point, a vital point that every human has.