Fist Demon of Mount Hua - Chapter 93

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Episode 92. The world is vast, yet those who are meant to meet will meet—2
Cho Yeon Un rose from his seat.
He had parents too, people worthy of respect. In fact, Cho Yeon Un held his parents in the highest esteem.
Hwang Bo Young Cheon’s curses did not stop at him alone—they dragged his parents into the mud as well. Even for Cho Yeon Un, who prided himself as the greatest romantic of the Jianghu, it was an insult impossible to swallow.
Cho Yeon Un approached Hwang Bo Young Cheon with an unhurried stride. The air around him felt different—charged, dangerous.
Peng Man Young, witnessing this, bowed his head deeply.
“Damn it all.”
Hwang Bo Young Cheon had crossed the line and then some.
Jianghu people lived by their pride. To hear one’s parents called dogs—no one with any self-respect could let that pass.
Hwang Bo Young Cheon was still seething, nostrils flaring with each breath. No sign of him cooling down anytime soon.
Left with no choice, Peng Man Young stepped forward.
“My apologies.”
“I have no business with you.”
“He is my colleague. Naturally, this concerns me as well.”
At Peng Man Young’s words, Cho Yeon Un’s brow furrowed slightly. The internal energy radiating from Peng Man Young felt far from ordinary.
But Cho Yeon Un was Cho Yeon Un. Though he styled himself the greatest romantic of the Jianghu, he was no fragile thing to simply retreat in the face of an insult.
“Then shall I have you apologize to my colleague instead? No matter how angry one gets, cursing someone’s parents as dogs—that crosses a line, doesn’t it?”
“My apologies.”
I already told you—this isn’t your apology to make.”
Cho Yeon Un’s gaze turned toward Hwang Bo Young Cheon.
His eyes burned with fierce intensity. Peng Man Young inhaled sharply. Even from his eyes alone, one could sense that this man’s level was no ordinary matter.
In that moment, Hwang Bo Young Cheon bristled.
“What?”
“Apologize. Not just to me, but to everyone in this room.”
“What nonsense are you spouting? You’re telling Hwang Bo Young Cheon himself to apologize?”
“Whether you’re Hwang Bo Young Cheon or his grandfather—it matters not. When one errs, one must apologize. That is the way of the world.”
“Listen to you—your drivel is prize-winning stuff.”
“Ah! First ‘dog,’ then ‘dog’s drivel’? You’re determined to turn a man into a beast, aren’t you?”
Cho Yeon Un fixed Hwang Bo Young Cheon with a pointed stare.
In an instant, brilliant light flashed from Cho Yeon Un’s eyes. For the first time, Hwang Bo Young Cheon flinched. But it was fleeting—he soon let out a roar.
“I am Hwang Bo Young Cheon of the Hwang Bo Family. Who are you to dare speak such madness to me?”
“Who I am is beside the point. That you belong to the Hwang Bo Family—that’s beside the point too.”
“Then what matters?”
“The fact that you’ve insulted every person in this room. That is what matters.”
“Are you playing word games with me?”
Hwang Bo Young Cheon’s face flushed crimson.
The way he snorted and huffed reminded one of an enraged bull.
Peng Man Young stepped in front of Hwang Bo Young Cheon and spoke.
“Young Cheon, apologize.”
“What?”
“You’ve overstepped. Few men—any man—would have tolerated such disrespect.”
“Hmph! Now you turn on me as well?”
“If you apologize, it can be resolved cleanly. I’d prefer that you do.”
Peng Man Young’s eyes flashed. A savage light poured forth. At that, Hwang Bo Young Cheon’s body tensed.
Though Hwang Bo Young Cheon feared little in this world, Peng Man Young was an opponent that unsettled him deeply.
Not merely because he was one of the Five Great Families. Peng Man Young was strong—strong enough to make Hwang Bo Young Cheon feel genuine discomfort. Yet even so, he had no wish to be forced into an apology by him.
Hwang Bo Young Cheon shook his head.
“I cannot apologize. Not ever.”
“Young Cheon.”
“This is a matter of my pride.”
Hwang Bo Young Cheon raised his voice. At that, Cho Yeon Un muttered under his breath.
“Is such pathetic pride so important to you? Unmanly wretch. The Hwang Bo Family has released nothing but a swollen dog upon the world.”
His voice was quiet, yet somehow it reached every ear in the room with perfect clarity.
Hwang Bo Young Cheon shoved Peng Man Young aside and advanced toward Cho Yeon Un in great strides.
“Dare you insult the Hwang Bo Family?”
“I didn’t insult the Hwang Bo Family. I insulted you. You bloated cur.”
“You!”
Hwang Bo Young Cheon, consumed by rage, threw caution to the wind and swung his fist toward Cho Yeon Un without restraint.
Whooosh!
A fist wind more powerful than the fist itself rushed toward Cho Yeon Un.
It was the Byeok Ryeok Hyeol Cheon, the first move of the Byeok Ryeok Shin Gwon—one of the secret techniques of the Hwang Bo Family.
“Ah! Dangerous!”
“What?”
The spectators cried out in alarm at the sight, but Cho Yeon Un, who should have been the target, remained perfectly composed.
His upper body shifted with deceptive lightness, and he’d already slipped past Hwang Bo Young Cheon’s fist.
Yet if he simply allowed the Internal Energy that Hwang Bo Young Cheon had released to burst forth, his abdomen would suffer terrible damage.
In that instant, Cho Yeon Un’s hand wrapped around Hwang Bo Young Cheon’s forearm like a serpent.
“Hmph!”
Hwang Bo Young Cheon snorted and tried to shake off Cho Yeon Un’s grip. But the moment he attempted to release his Internal Energy, Cho Yeon Un’s fingers found the Sohae Acupoint on his elbow.
“Ugh!”
Hwang Bo Young Cheon gasped. The pain that erupted from the Sohae Acupoint spread through his entire arm, draining it of all strength.
“Where did you learn such sorcery—”
“You must be the only fool in Jianghu stupid enough to call the Pal Hwang Shin Gwon sorcery.”
“What?”
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!
In an instant, Cho Yeon Un’s fists rained down upon Hwang Bo Young Cheon’s entire body at dizzying speed.
It was no mere pounding driven by muscle alone.
Each blow from Cho Yeon Un’s fists struck at Hwang Bo Young Cheon’s Vital Points.
“Ugh!”
Hwang Bo Young Cheon’s body convulsed like a reed caught in a storm, helpless and disoriented.
“Young Cheon!”
Peng Man Young cried out, but it was already too late.
Bang!
The final blow landed squarely on Hwang Bo Young Cheon’s temple.
“Gahhh!”
Hwang Bo Young Cheon shrieked and flew backward.
He lay crumpled on the floor, his pupils dilated and unfocused. Mercifully, he still lived—but consciousness had abandoned him entirely.
Cho Yeon Un muttered, watching Hwang Bo Young Cheon fall.
“There are people in this world who simply cannot understand words.”
“The Pal Hwang Shin Gwon… Then you must be Cho Yeon Un, the Drunk Cloud Dragon.”
In that moment, Peng Man Young’s voice cut through the silence.
Few knew the name Pal Hwang Shin Gwon. It was a Martial Technique created solely by Jang Il San, the Master of Baek Jeon Moon, himself.
Jang Il San had earned the epithet “Divine Master of Demon-Slaying” through his mastery of the Way, yet the Martial Technique he had actually created was a striking art known as the Pal Hwang Shin Gwon.
Within the Pal Hwang Shin Gwon lay distilled all the insights Jang Il San had gained through his battles against the Demonic Sect—particularly his methods of using an opponent’s Qi against them, suppressing their nerves or burning their vital channels, techniques unique to this art alone.
Jang Il San had taught this Martial Technique to his only disciple, Cho Yeon Un. Apart from Jang Il San himself, Cho Yeon Un was the sole master of the Pal Hwang Shin Gwon.
“That’s right! I am Cho Yeon Un.”
“Then your feelings represent the will of all Baek Jeon Moon?”
“No! This stems purely from my own personal grievance. If a man can hear his parents cursed and do nothing, then he deserves to be called worse than a dog.”
“You speak dangerous words without hesitation.”
Peng Man Young’s gaze turned cold.
In principle, Cho Yeon Un’s words held truth. The problem lay in their stations. One was the Deputy Master of Baek Jeon Moon; the other, a direct blood relative of the Hwang Bo Family.
The Deputy Master of Baek Jeon Moon had just beaten a member of the Hwang Bo Family to pulp. This was no mere personal grudge between individuals—it risked becoming a factional dispute.
The Hwang Bo Family was formidable, but Baek Jeon Moon was its equal. Though Baek Jeon Moon lacked the accumulated centuries of the Hwang Bo line, they possessed something the Hwang Bo Family did not: the Baek Jeon Jeon Seung Ki.
The Baek Jeon Jeon Seung Ki was the symbol of reverence and trust that Jianghu’s righteous sects bestowed upon Baek Jeon Moon. Should that reputation come under threat, countless sects would descend upon Baek Jeon Moon.
A conflict between Baek Jeon Moon and the Hwang Bo Family.
The mere thought of it made one’s mind reel.
The saving grace was that Cho Yeon Un had framed this entire matter as a personal affair.
Not a factional dispute, but a collision born of individual emotion.
“Then I, too, am free to act on personal feeling alone.”
At Peng Man Young’s words, Cho Yeon Un’s brow furrowed. Then Peng Man Young looked down at the unconscious Hwang Bo Young Cheon, still sprawled on the ground.
“Regardless of reason, a friend has fallen. I cannot simply stand by.”
“Is this vengeance for a friend, then?”
“On the surface, yes.”
“And the real reason?”
“Because the chance to experience the secret techniques of Baek Jeon Moon is rare.”
Hah!
Cho Yeon Un laughed.
Peng Man Young laughed as well, watching him.
They were beings who lived in Jianghu.
Personal emotion was merely the surface reason. Underneath, in the depths of their hearts, burned a fierce competitive fire—the desire to defeat their opponent.
A warrior’s instinct was gripping his chest, commanding his very being.
Watching the two of them, Eon Su Hwa shook her head.
“Men, honestly…….”
Moments like this revealed that men were no different from children.
The fight had begun because of Hwang Bo Young Cheon, but already he’d slipped from their thoughts entirely.
“And a master of Baek Jeon Moon, no less — the Drunken Cloud Dragon.”
Curiosity kindled in Eon Su Hwa’s eyes.
A dragon wandering drunk through clouds.
Though he fell short of Gu Mu Ryong, who stood among the greatest talents in the Jianghu, Cho Yeon Un was nonetheless a figure of genuine standing at the pinnacle of that world.
This was a precious chance to witness his true power.
Cho Yeon Un reached down to feel his waist. Then his face darkened sharply.
“Damn it!”
No wine.
Only then did Cho Yeon Un realize he’d set the wine bottle down on the deck.
That was when it happened.
Whoosh!
A wine bottle came flying through the air — Dam Ho had thrown it.
Cho Yeon Un snatched it deftly and laughed.
“Ha! That’s what a true friend does.”
He drank deeply without pause, wine trickling down the corners of his mouth — he didn’t care. In one breath, he emptied the entire bottle.
“A friend?”
Peng Man Young and Eon Su Hwa’s gazes turned toward Dam Ho, who stood to one side of the deck. Only now did they truly register his presence.
‘He had a friend?’
If Cho Yeon Un called someone friend, that person couldn’t be ordinary.
Both of them moved to get a better look at Dam Ho.
It was then that Cho Yeon Un’s voice rang out.
“Why waste time?”
Cho Yeon Un suddenly hurled the empty bottle toward the river, then threw himself after it. His body flew a dozen zhang before plummeting toward the water, but just as he fell, the bottle came soaring back.
Crack!
Cho Yeon Un pushed off the bottle and launched himself again. Traveling another five zhang, he landed safely on the far bank.
“Is he provoking us?”
Peng Man Young wrinkled his nose and glanced around. He spotted a stack of wooden planks piled at one corner of the deck.
Thud!
Peng Man Young kicked a plank forward and threw himself into the air.
Like Cho Yeon Un, he flew halfway across the river, pushed off the plank for renewed momentum, and arrived on the opposite bank.
Watching this, Eon Su Hwa shook her head.
‘Men, honestly.’
But she was no different.
She too flung a plank and crossed the river, her form graceful as a water-skimming swallow.
“Magnificent!”
“Brilliant.”
Gasps of wonder burst from the spectators watching on the deck.
Dam Ho watched them for a moment.
The three figures on the riverbank seemed to exchange words briefly before Cho Yeon Un and Peng Man Young began a martial contest.
Joy shone on their faces as they fought.
‘Is this what they call the romance of the Jianghu?’
In the world Dam Ho inhabited, there was no room for such leisurely sentiment.
Dam Ho soon turned his attention elsewhere.
Whatever the outcome, whoever won — it had nothing to do with him.
Hwang Bo Young Cheon lay sprawled unconscious in a corner of the deck, and no one spared him a glance.

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