It was the Six Harmonies.

No, was it the Six Harmonies?

Lee Wonik could only think that.

He would be sure, then doubt would arise again.

The beginning was the Advancing Step.

A basic forward footwork of extending the left and right feet in succession.

It was fast, but it was standard.

Then the fist, extending straight from the waist... changes?

Hwa-ak! Jjeo-eok!

"Keu-euk!"

Lee Wonik, who was struck by the fist that had pierced through the gap in his crossed-arm defense, grimaced.

This... is the Six Harmonies Fist?

Swiik! Bba-aak!

"Keok!"

And what was this combination?

The fist was full of life.

And the flow was so free.

Fist and foot techniques should have a set striking point where force is applied...

But that punk's fist seemed to have every point as a striking point.

It seemed he was concentrating his strength on every point he thought of, regardless of the form or flow.

An attack flew from a defensive posture, and a defense followed an attack, so he couldn't get his wits about him.

"Is that... all you've got? You were so triumphant with just that?"

Lee Wonik gritted his teeth at Cheonyeong's sneer.

Disregard and ridicule.

No one in his life had ever done that to him.

At least not from a place with less power than the Lee family...

Before questioning who was right or wrong, they had to bow their heads first, and apologize first.

But this punk... this punk...

"Uaaah!"

Lee Wonik struck away Cheonyeong's fist with all his might.

Jjeo-eong!

"Hoh?"

As if the force contained was considerable, Cheonyeong let out a small exclamation of surprise at the repulsive force he felt from his fist.

"You dare to laugh at me, you country bumpkin from Ganyang?"

"..."

Lee Wonik, who had been swayed by Cheonyeong's attacks, began to emit a murderous gaze.

As the internal energy he had rapidly drawn up rose like a heat haze around his body.

Puk! Pu-puk!

Every time his straightened thumb pressed against his body, the amount of qi emitted from Lee Wonik's body began to increase rapidly.

Kkudeudeuk, kkudeudeudeuk.

The surrounding objects, unable to withstand the formidable force, began to be crushed.

Peok! Peo-peok!

The floor he was touching exploded.

"Th-that's? The Lee family's Six Meridians Heart Law?"

Nosanggae's eyes, who had been watching from a distance, widened.

The Six Meridians Heart Law.

It was a technique that forcibly opened the six great meridians in the human body to temporarily and dramatically amplify the amount of internal energy. It was said that the founder of the Lee family had been passed down only the advantages of the Heaven and Earth One Qi Art, which had been created by an old master of Cheongseong in the past.

However, because it forcibly amplified the internal energy, the aftereffects were said to be indescribable, and even in the Lee family, it was forbidden unless one had decided on a life-or-death battle.

"Dammit! This is... troublesome."

Now that Lee Wonik had used the Six Meridians, Nosanggae's face contorted to the point where it couldn't be more contorted, at the fact that it would be difficult to mediate no matter what method he used.

Now he could only watch.

Until one side completely collapsed.

"You punk of a Tang Family's estate master, watch carefully. This is me, Lee Wonik."

Lee Wonik, who had turned into a demon, slowly took his stance.

A stance with his hips lowered almost to the floor.

Then the energy contained in his lightly clenched fists began to rise like smoke and draw a trajectory.

Pang!

The moment his legs straightened like a frog that had crouched to jump, Lee Wonik's figure shot forward rapidly.

Kureung!

A one-sided offensive followed, starting with a straight punch that made a sound like thunder, aimed at Cheonyeong's face.

Peong! Peo-peong!

Every time the end of his fist reached, the energy contained within it exploded, bursting the air.

"F-Family Head."

The Outer Hall warrior, Ilseung, who was watching from outside the door, couldn't help but wear a worried expression.

Since Lee Wonik had started using the martial art called the Six Meridians, the Family Head seemed to have his hands and feet tied, unable to even attempt a single attack and just dodging all the time.

It seemed as if he was busy running away, and it seemed he was just barely dodging.

"Hah!"

But in Nosanggae's eyes, it looked different.

Although the movements of the two were too fast to follow with the eyes, he could see glimpses.

Exactly one inch.

Cheonyeong was dodging with just that much of a gap from the sphere of influence of the internal energy contained in the fist.

But that was all.

Due to the Six Meridians Heart Law, the momentum emitted from Lee Wonik's body was gradually increasing.

As the internal energy filled his muscles, even his speed was getting faster.

"Dammit, his character is a mess... but his skills are real."

He was worthy of being called a son of the Lee family.

The use of forms, the clever combination of real and feigned moves.

Nosanggae thought that if it were him, he would have been struck by Lee Wonik's fists several times already.

Damn it.

Both the Tang Family Head and the hooligan of the Lee family, why were the young ones these days so strong?

They say the front waves of the Yangtze River are pushed by the back waves...

The fight between Cheonyeong and Lee Wonik was getting more and more extreme, making the hands of those watching sweat. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

He couldn't even count how many exchanges of offense and defense there had been, but one thing was clear.

Cheonyeong's body, which had been skillfully dodging, was gradually starting to be touched by Lee Wonik's fists.

At first, his hair was scattered, and now Cheonyeong's clothes were being torn by the wave of energy contained in the fist.

At this rate...

"Punk! You dared to laugh at me with just this! Why! Are you trembling so much you can't even attack!"

Lee Wonik, who had become triumphant, sneered at Cheonyeong and poured out an even more ruthless attack.

Dozens of fists rained down, and the sound of his kicking feet tearing through the air like a whip spread.

Kung!

Then Cheonyeong's back, as he was retreating, touched a corner of the Myriad Virtue Inn.

"Punk! It's the end!"

There was nowhere else to run.

Lee Wonik, who thought he had seized victory, struck with his fist, containing all the internal energy he had.

Kwa-aaang!

A loud noise echoed through the Myriad Virtue Inn, and a huge cloud of dust rose.

"Heok, heok..."

Although his breath had become ragged from relentlessly pushing, a smile spread on Lee Wonik's lips as he felt a dull impact at the end of his fist.

The faces of those watching were full of lament.

Because they had wished for the victory of the weak, the Tang Family's estate, which had stepped up to protect its family members, rather than the victory of Lee Wonik, who was a depraved and lawless strongman.

Because the Tang Family's estate was now the representative martial family of Ganyang.

But it hadn't reached.

The effort of the weak was far too insufficient in front of the overwhelming power of the strong...

"Th-that..."

As the thick dust cleared, Nosanggae's eyes grew wider and wider.

They were opened so wide they couldn't get any wider, and they began to instill a strange sense of expectation in the hearts of the people.

"...Punk, that stings."

And a voice that seemed to be grinning brought hope to the crowd.

In a corner of the Myriad Virtue Inn.

Cheonyeong, with his back against the wall, was gripping the triumphant fist that Lee Wonik had extended.

"Y-you... blocked it?"

Lee Wonik, who was startled, jumped back.

Cheonyeong, whose clothes were torn, revealing his muscular upper body, detached his back from which he had been leaning with a calm expression.

"Hmph."

...It was quite something.

Cheonyeong had been dodging all along, carefully observing his fist and foot techniques.

He had even deliberately put his body into his attack range, even though he could have dodged.

Thanks to that, his clothes had become no different from rags.

The pushing retreat, the pulling grab, the blocking inside and out.

The essential elements of fist and foot techniques, the downward strikes of covering, splitting, and sealing, the sweeping kicks of pulling and sweeping, and even the cutting.

Except for the monotonous routine, it was a splendid fist and foot technique in which all of those were naturally combined.

He had almost been in a crisis a few times while watching with a blank mind.

"Hmm, I thought just realizing the Body Transformation would be enough with the Six Harmonies..."

Cheonyeong, who had been muttering to himself, looked intently at Lee Wonik and asked.

"Hmph, what's the name of that?"

"What?"

"The martial art you just used."

"Martial art?"

"Yes. What's the name of that martial art?"

Lee Wonik gritted his teeth and said at the question, which was asked so calmly as if he hadn't received any shock at all.

"It's Welcoming Wind!"

"Welcoming Wind... a good name."

Cheonyeong smiled and nodded his head.

That's great.

Chunil, who had been beaten by those punks, the manager's injured hand, and the waiter with a broken leg.

To receive compensation for the personal damage, Lee Wonik and the other six were far from enough.

But... Welcoming Wind.

"That should be enough for the price."

"What?"

What do you think?

It means I'll take that martial art as compensation for the personal damage.

"What are you doing?"

"...?"

"You've rested enough. From the looks of it, the onlookers seem to be wishing for my dramatic victory."

Lee Wonik rolled his eyes and looked at the onlookers at Cheonyeong's grin.

The punk who was stroking his chest in relief at Cheonyeong's safety, the punk who had a hopeful gaze again.

It seemed as if everyone was wishing for his defeat.

"These guys... fine! I'll see if you can make that kind of expression even after I've turned you and the Tang Family's estate into a mess!"

Lee Wonik's angry momentum shot out even more intensely than before.

And with his figure flying after stomping the ground with all his might, Lee Wonik's fist extended towards Cheonyeong.

It was a faster and much more intense fist than before.

However.

"I've seen all I need to see."

Kuu-ung!

Cheonyeong rolled on the ground with all his might.

You brat from the Lee family, watch carefully.

This is how you use strength.

Samyang... Body Transformation.

Hwa-aak!

The moment Lee Wonik's fist was about to touch his body, Cheonyeong made a large parabola with the fist he had thrown back and struck with all his might.

Kwa-aaang!

Lee Wonik's body, struck by Cheonyeong's fist, was slammed into the floor and bounced up like a rubber ball.

"Keo-eok!"

Lee Wonik, who had received a massive shock, floated in the air with his mouth agape.

"Not yet."

"...!"

Jjeo-eok!

"Keo-eok!"

Cheonyeong's fist dug in heavily.

Lee Wonik vomited blood at the shock that felt as if an iron hammer had passed through his body.

Swiiik! Jjeok!

Cheonyeong seemed to have no intention of letting Lee Wonik's body touch the floor.

Jjeo-eok! Jjeo-eok!

He was pushed while floating, and folded and unfolded while floating, repeatedly.

Kwa-aang!

He was slammed into the floor by a kick and rolled.

"Keok, keo-eok."

Lee Wonik vomited out the undigested foreign substances from his stomach along with blood.

What... just happened?

Why can't I feel the power of the Six Meridians at all?

Jeobeok, jeobeok.

But he seemed to know one thing for sure.

Wasn't his body reacting on its own to the sound of Cheonyeong's footsteps approaching him?

It was fear.

His heart seemed to shrink every time the footsteps got closer.

"Still okay, right?"

"..."

Lee Wonik's hands trembled at the words full of laughter.

Face? Dignity?

The honor he had as the second son of the Lee family?

That wasn't what was important right now.

That punk...

"I'll fix your habit. On behalf of the elders of your family."

The Family Head of the Tang Family's estate, who was smiling friendly.

In Lee Wonik's eyes, he... looked like a demon.

"S-sapr..."

"Bullshit."

"..."

Kwajik!

Kwajijik!

Peok-peok, kwadeudeudeuk!

The fault was clearly with Lee Wonik...

Was it just an illusion that Cheonyeong seemed like the worse guy?

"Kkeu-euu... please... I was wrong... kkeu-heu-heuk."

Lee Wonik, who had been writhing in pain, finally began to cry and beg.

But.

"Shut up, you bastard! Do you think the compensation for personal damage will end with this!"

Kwajik! Kwajik! Kwajik!

"I haven't even received the compensation for property damage yet! What are you going to do about the broken Myriad Virtue Inn! Look! The interior is damaged, and not only the tables and chairs, but even the wall has a gaping hole!"

"..."

Cheonyeong stomped and stomped on Lee Wonik, shouting at the top of his lungs.

But everyone knew.

The Young Master of the Lee family, the fallen warriors of the Lee family, Nosanggae, and the people of Ganyang who were watching...

The one who had broken the wall the most was Tang Cheonyeong.

But who could say it?

Kwajik! Kwak-kwak-kwak-kwak!

"You damn bastard! Never mind the reputation, you've caused such a huge loss to the Tang Family's estate? We're still far from receiving full compensation for the damage!"

No one could open their mouths.

(End of Chapter)