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Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 37

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Against Hwangbo Jinheon (2)

[The idea itself was great.]

The black-clad man’s voice continued. The winner and loser were divided. Hwangbo Jinheon had collapsed, and the doctor was watching him. Yongwoon, who looked obviously exhausted, was standing and catching his breath.

[If Hwangbo Jinheon had been someone who was intoxicated by his own power, he would have let his guard down or become impatient. He would have mistakenly believed that his own skills were superior and continued to attack, eventually destroying himself.]

The audience stood up and began to applaud. Yong-un’s first appearance was only once, but it was definitely the most intense and powerful of all the matches that took place today.

[He wasn’t like that. I thought he was arrogant… That’s why he created an opening. He was tired, so he pretended to aim for a powerful blow in his haste, and instead, he made the nobleman let his guard down.]

Those in the VIP seats were also applauding. The prince smiled happily and applauded, and so did Hyeonhwajin.

[But it was a handshake. He was the one who had been aware of every move from the beginning. To an enemy who has figured out the truth and the false, the false is just an opportunity. Revealing a weakness is what creates a weakness. Do you understand?]

[yes.]

[Hwangbo Se-ga’s power does not deceive the opponent in the first place. All of his powers are tyrannical and heavy. It was a wrong idea. Still, it is amazing that he opened the two-handed sword at that age. Even Hwangbo Gyeol only realized it when he became a second-hand sword.]

As he said that, the man in black glanced to the side. Hwang Bo-chung was shedding tears. They were not tears of sorrow. They were tears of emotion.

‘You’ve grown up!’

Hwangbo Chung was a collateral blood relative. Therefore, although he did not learn the Heavenly King’s right, he respected Hwangbo Gyeol’s good manners and had deep affection for Sega.

That is why he was displeased with Hwangbo Jinheon’s personality. He was arrogant and self-centered, having grown up with much love and affection in Shanxi.

But the movement just now, the opening of the martial arts… it also proved that he was the son of a tiger.

‘…Hwang Bo-chung’s reaction seems plausible.’

The eyes of the man in black, who thought so, turned to someone else.

‘But what is Yakshabul?’

The Yakshabul, who had jumped up from his seat, had been glaring at Yongwoon with his eyes wide open just a moment ago. However, as if nothing had happened, when Hwangbo Jinheon collapsed, he closed his eyes again, sat down, and began to chant.

Everyone in the VIP seats was shocked to see him suddenly do something strange. The other audience members’ eyes were all focused on the unarmed and surprising fight.

‘…Oh my, that’s too blatant.’

The man in black turned his head again. Since a while ago, Namgung Jin had been blatantly trying to check his energy.

The man in black snickered. Do you remember?

He spread the message again.

[Your next opponent will be that Yongun. Watch the fight between him and the poisonous dragon carefully.]

[…Do you think that guy will beat the Poisonous Dragon?]

[He will definitely win. If anything, he will win more easily. If he hadn’t tried to hide his martial arts, if Hwangbo Jinheon hadn’t suddenly grown, this fight would have been over in twenty seconds.]

‘It looks to me like he hasn’t used his full strength yet.’

The last one was the blow that pierced through Hwangbo Jinheon’s Heavenly King’s Ki. The Uphwasu had clearly penetrated the weak point of Ki-Magak. It meant that even Ki-Gam was extremely sensitive.

‘If that feeling and eyes are properly connected to the point of blood…’

The man in black glanced at the poisonous dragon. He was looking at the fallen Hwangbo Jinheon with an extremely stern expression.

He chuckled. The look of bewilderment on the Sega guys’ faces was something that was fun to watch even after decades.

**

“It’s true.”

Dokgo Guwol muttered. He was watching the scene right next to the unarmed man. The moment Yongwoon broke through Hwangbo Jinheon’s Cheonwanggi and ended the match, the words came out of his mouth naturally.

The word “Jinda” was directed at him. He could tell the moment he saw it. If he were to spar with Yongwoon right now… he would most likely lose. He laughed in vain.

‘There are so many articles in the world.’

Father, Dokgo Jinhan. His face was faint even in my memory. His face that had been caressing me as a child was hazy as if covered in fog, and I couldn’t remember the words that came out of his open mouth.

However, Dokgo Gugeom remained. Originally the swordsmanship of Dokgo Se-ga, it met the swordsmanship of Dokgo Jin-han and became a new skill, and the deep knowledge that Dokgo Jin-han left for his son came into his hands.

The first wall he felt was his father. For over ten years, he read and reread his father’s thoughts with a mixture of resentment and affection. But he still couldn’t understand.

[Dokgogugeom is not a sword that discusses the order of precedence. Even if it is a sword of all kinds, in the end only one sword is meaningful, and in the hundred-jang wave, only one body can be pierced. The existence of a beginner divides the before, middle, and after while also combining them, so it is weak and vulnerable at all times. That is why the secret of Dokgogugeom is not to strike first and strike others.]

[Destruction. The Dokgogu Sword is simply destruction. It breaks the knots contained in all things, cuts off the series, and unifies the future.]

[At the age of thirty, I concluded that Dokgo Gugeom was not a first-timer but a second-timer, and at the age of forty-two, I erased the order of precedence in Dokgo Gugeom.]

[The meaninglessness of the order of things. It was you, September, who gave me that realization. That is why I have no doubt that you have a greater talent than I do. You, who were three years old, taught me, who was forty-two.]

The greatest teaching of the Dokgo Gugeom that has continued for a thousand years was the Seonjeonjein. But why, the father who has shone the brightest for a thousand years, denies this secret?

I didn’t understand. To him, Dokgogugeom was a martial art that involved first identifying the opponent’s movements and subduing them before they could perform a first strike. If that wasn’t a first strike, then what else could it be?

Still, he tried to console himself. He thought that while practicing alone in Sega, he was following in his father’s footsteps, and that he would eventually realize it when he went out into the world and gained experience.

The thought was quickly broken. Looking at Jang Han-baek, looking at Mae-hwa-geom-bong, and now, looking at Yong-un… Dokgo Gu-wol felt the limits of his talents once again.

‘…and yet.’

Why does my heart beat? Why do I want to hold the sword and swing it, and be there?

The thought was interrupted because there was an blatant unpleasantness coming from behind.

“older brother.”

The word meaning respect is filled with sarcasm and mockery. The uneasiness in Dokgo Guwol’s heart has calmed his excitement.

When he turned around, his cousin, Dokgo Gajin, was standing there. He was wearing the same purple uniform as himself, and was a little shorter. The emotion in his eyes was an obvious mockery.

“Are you excited?”

“…It’s none of your business.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m just worried. I wonder if you’ll think of something stupid again…”

Behind Dokgo Gajin, several vassals stood with their attendants. The gazes they gave Dokgo Guwol were no different from the gazes they gave my cousin. Contempt and scorn.

There was no one beside Dokgo Guwol. Dokgo Guwol turned away, snorting.

“Don’t worry, I will do as you wish.”

As he turned around and walked away, his face became even more frozen.

“…shit.”

**

The hottest match of the day was, of course, the one between Yongwoon and Hwangbo Jinheon. What thrilled the audience was Hwangbo Jinheon’s chaotic martial arts and overwhelming momentum, as well as Yongwoon’s boldness in narrowly avoiding them all and winning with a single blow.

Yong-un, who returned to the inn, was certainly receiving a warm welcome. Jeom-soi brought him drinks he hadn’t even asked for, and from a distance, the other warriors were glancing at him with admiration or jealousy.

Yongwoon ate his food calmly. It was definitely too much to break through Hwangbo Jinheon’s two fists. It was much more dangerous than he had originally anticipated.

Although he didn’t show it, Yongwoon was also considerably injured, and his blood pressure was also unstable.

Of course, his current condition could be considered very good compared to the injuries he had received. If he had been a demon in his previous life, how could he not treat such injuries?

The law and medicine. The treatment of the body had already been completed to some extent.

“Open!”

As soon as he spoke, the smell of alcohol wafted out. The person who sat down right in front of Yongwoon was, as expected, Dokgo Guwol.

“Congratulations on your victory! Of course I knew you’d win.”

“Even you, didn’t win easily.”

“Ah, I don’t remember the name. Since I can’t remember it, it must have been someone named Jjikjeong. Hwangbo Jinheon… He was in his twenties? He was at least in his twenties. Gwisu Gongja Yongun!”

Dokgo Guwol laughed with a giggle. Yongwoon stared at him and said.

“This time you’re really drunk.”

“Then are you fake drunk?”

“I will listen.”

Yongwoon said while eating absentmindedly. Dokgo Guwol stopped and looked at him.

“I’m saying this because I want you to listen. I also have something to repay.”

“Well, you’re sitting here asking for a favor, even though you can’t listen to me as a friend.”

Dokgo Guwol sighed deeply while grumbling. With that, all the intoxication in his body disappeared, and indeed, he could see how his inner strength was being used.

Dokgo Guwol, who had been staring into space with deep eyes, covered his ears with a curtain and blocked out any sound. After hesitating for a moment, he quickly told the story of his family.

“Father, that is, Geomjon died when I was six years old. He was killed by Cheonma.”

Plain words. Yongwoon poured him a drink without saying a word.

“Dokgo Sega… was a Sega that was raised purely by his father. That’s why he had many enemies and jealousies. Not only was he dropped from the Five Great Sega, but he was also not included in the Ten Great Sega that were created later.”

Even as he drank alcohol, Dokgo Guwol’s eyes remained calm.

“My mother died when she gave birth to me. My father, who had an heir at a late age, did not take a second wife, and all I was left with was the empty title of Sogaju, and the restraint of my uncle, who became the temporary head of the household.”

At first, many vassals guarded Dokgo Guwol. It was because of Dokgo Jinhan’s brilliant performance and the expectation that his talent would naturally belong to Dokgo Guwol.

Dokgo Kyung-han, his uncle also knew that, so at first he did not try to restrain him, and instead supported him.

But Dokgo Guwol was not his father.

“His talent was limited. He was blocked by a wall, and his subordinates were disappointed. At that time, his uncle ate all kinds of aphrodisiacs and had a successor… Well, isn’t the rest of the story obvious?”

Dokgo Kyung-han revealed his ambitions in earnest. He tried to persuade his vassals and gradually reduced their support for Dokgo Gu-wol. The vassals who had continued to trust Dokgo Gu-wol… began to turn away one by one.

There was no one left. Only Dokgo Guwol, who silently wielded his sword, remained.

“My uncle thought I had been secretly hiding my father’s insights. My father’s unique visions, enlightenment, and such. His pressure gradually grew stronger, and one day he made a suggestion.”

Live like a loser. Act like you’ve given up and are embarrassed by your talents.

And if you defeat Dokgo Gajin at the Yongbong branch, I will guarantee you at least some safety.

Dokgo Guwol accepted it.

Dokgo Guwol’s self-mocking laughter was incredibly lonely.

“Isn’t that really pathetic? Of course, it’s half true. My father’s wisdom is only mine. But I never plan on telling him. My uncle, who is like a swindler, is less talented than me, and this is my lifeline.”

Dokgo Guwol sighed as he said that and looked at Yongwoon with a gloomy expression.

Who knows. This mysterious guy might be able to offer some comfort, some solution, something-

“You are more of a slob than I thought.”

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