The RoFan Novel Fan Has Reincarnated Into A Martial Arts Novel-Chapter 4

“Then, let the duel begin!”

As the fight was officially declared, a groan escaped from Hwang Bo Jeonggun’s lips as he watched his daughter.

“Yeon-ah...”

Though the duel had moved forward without much resistance, Hwang Bo Jeonggun was on the verge of a breakdown. His stance unconsciously shifted into an awkward half-crouch. His calves tensed, ready to spring forward at any moment.

Yeon ignored both his pitiful expression and the gazes surrounding her. Instead, she focused solely on Paeng Donghu in front of her, lightly bouncing on her feet in place.

Paeng Donghu uncrossed his arms and began to move slowly, taking deliberate steps. Watching Yeon’s stance, he curled his lips into a twisted smirk, as if amused by the absurdity of it.

“How should I deal with this? Let’s see...”

With a playful expression, Paeng Donghu suddenly lunged at Yeon. His arms spread wide—his goal was to intimidate her from the start.

“A-ah, no! Yeon-ah!”

Hwang Bo Jeonggun instinctively lurched forward, as if about to leap onto the field. However, what followed was the complete opposite of everyone’s expectations.

Smack!

“Argh!”

A crisp, satisfying impact was followed by a pained scream. Paeng Donghu howled after being struck cleanly by Yeon’s one-two combo.

The unexpected hit shattered any semblance of composure he had left. A sharp sting ran through his nose, his vision blurred, and worst of all—tears welled up in his eyes from being struck so suddenly. That alone drove him insane. And to make matters worse, Yeon had planned for this from the start.

“You little—”

Irritated, Paeng Donghu rubbed his eyes furiously. Blocking his own vision—what a mistake. In a real life-or-death battle, he would never have done something so foolish. Yeon wasn’t about to let that slip by.

Tap, tap.

Yeon had been lightly bouncing on her toes in a steady rhythm, but in that moment, she sprang forward. Paeng Donghu instinctively raised his arms, but this time—she aimed lower.

Thwack!

Her foot lashed out like a whip, slamming mercilessly into Paeng Donghu’s thigh. The bizarre trajectory of her strike? A low kick. The essence of modern combat sports.

For someone from Zhongyuan like Paeng Donghu, this was an entirely foreign technique. Sure, they had kicks aimed at knees or joints, but nothing like this.

“Kuh!”

As he staggered from the impact, Yeon’s fists followed mercilessly. Having already measured the distance perfectly with her one-two combo and low kick, she struck without hesitation.

‘You’re dead, bastard.’

A razor-sharp one-two punch led seamlessly into a left uppercut that slammed directly into Paeng Donghu’s chin. Even a martial artist of his level couldn’t withstand a direct shock to the brain. And that was without even using inner energy.

Yeon reveled in the sensation as Paeng Donghu’s head jerked back and forth like a punching bag. Her entire body felt electrified, bouncing as if she had turned into rubber itself.

‘This is even better than I expected!’

Hwang Bo Yeon’s body was a god-given talent. The moment her intent took form, her body moved instinctively. Compared to her old body, it was like upgrading from a sluggish rowboat to a high-speed jet ski.

Of course, Yeon herself was already highly skilled. But her greatest strength lay in her mental acuity—her natural understanding of combat principles, her psychological warfare, her fearless spirit, unshaken by gender norms.

In other words, the best software had just met the best hardware.

‘Hwang Bo Yeon, we might be a better match than I thought.’

Unfortunately for the first test subject of this experiment, Paeng Donghu had already entered a groggy state.

Yeon figured it was time to wrap things up. If she kept going, something might break. Actually... something might have already broken.

“Stop this duel immediately!”

The Paeng Family’s retainers rushed onto the field in a panic, but Yeon clenched her right fist tightly. A force like molten lava surged from her forearm and spread through her entire body.

‘This should keep you lying down for a while to reflect on your actions. So, goodbye, Paeng Donghu.’

Boom!

Her right hook smashed brutally into Paeng Donghu’s face. The moment of impact sent him spinning like a lifeless top. With a resounding crash, his body crumpled to the ground. Even the retainers of the Paeng Family halted in shock, unable to process what they had just witnessed.

“......!”

A perfect knockout.

The entire training grounds fell into stunned silence. The crowd was unable to comprehend the sheer impossibility of what they had just seen.

Standing tall in the middle of it all, Yeon slowly scanned the spectators—many of whom had mocked her just moments ago. Now, their faces looked far more pleasing to her.

“Heh, Paeng Donghu spinning like a top. That was some perfect wordplay.”

Muttering a terrible pun to herself, Yeon theatrically dusted off her hands.

"As expected of a pervert—weak as hell."

She spat coldly before turning to face Hwang Bo Jeonggun. His eyes were bulging with bloodshot intensity as he stared at her, completely at a loss for words.

“So, Father, I was right, wasn’t I?”

Yeon twirled her fist in slow circles, grinning playfully. Hwang Bo Jeonggun stood frozen, his jaw slack, unable to utter a single word.

At that moment, history was rewritten.

The family disgrace had transformed into the rising star that would shake the entire martial world.

****

Paeng Donghu, now unconscious, was handed over to the Paeng Family’s retainers.

They attempted to protest the duel’s outcome, but they lacked any valid arguments. After all, they had watched the entire fight from start to finish. With unwavering authority, Hwang Bo Jeonggun expelled them from the premises.

Afterward, he wasted no time in drafting a formal letter to the Paeng Family, detailing the events of the duel. Included in the message was a firm declaration—the engagement was to be annulled.

For the first time, Yeon found herself approving of Hwang Bo Jeonggun’s actions. If he couldn’t even manage this much, he wouldn’t be fit to call himself the head of the Hwang Bo Family in the first place.

And as for the one responsible for all this chaos...

"Beating the crap out of him was so satisfying!"

Yeon flopped onto her bed and rolled around in pure relief.

Checking her fists for injuries, she found nothing but slight redness from the impact. There wasn’t even a hint of a callus, nor any broken skin. This body was absurdly durable.

Honestly, it felt like she belonged to an entirely different species. They were both East Asian, sure, but the difference was staggering.

‘Her skin looks pale and delicate, yet how the hell is it this tough?’

As Yeon flexed her hand, feeling the lingering ache in her knuckles, the realization struck her.

This wasn’t a dream. This wasn’t some fleeting illusion.

She had truly fallen into the world of The Martial World Supreme.

Whether she could return to modern times, whether she was stuck here forever—nothing was certain.

She had always fantasized about reincarnation, but now that it had actually happened, she felt utterly lost. Wishful thinking was just that—wishful. Even if this had been a fantasy novel instead of a martial arts one, the result wouldn’t have been much different.

‘If I can’t go back... does that mean I have to live as Hwang Bo Yeon from now on?’

At that moment, a familiar voice called out from beyond the door.

"Yeon-ah, may I come in for a moment?"

"Yes."

It was Hwang Bo Jeonggun.

As he stepped inside, his face was noticeably calmer than before. He must have taken some time to collect his thoughts.

"How is your body?"

Seating himself, Hwang Bo Jeonggun’s gaze was heavy with unspoken emotions.

Yeon sensed the shift in atmosphere but feigned ignorance as she replied.

"I'm perfectly fine. Paeng Donghu, on the other hand... not so much."

“...I see. That’s a relief.”

An awkward silence settled between them.

The reason for his visit was obvious. He must have had a million questions.

But Yeon, caught up in her own complicated emotions, found herself uncharacteristically quiet.

Hwang Bo Jeonggun hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.

"When did you learn that martial art?"

"You mean my techniques?"

"Yes, the ones you used against Paeng Donghu earlier."

"Oh, that..."

‘It’s called boxing. Hehe.’

Of course, she couldn’t say that.

Instead, she played it off.

"I just trained on my own. I modified the forms of the Five Elements Fist a little."

"I see..."

Yeon had borrowed that name from something one of the spectators had muttered during the duel.

Hwang Bo Jeonggun didn’t seem entirely convinced, but he didn’t press further either.

Instead, he idly traced the corner of the table with his finger.

Yeon could tell—he was relieved to see her out of bed, but at the same time, he was deeply unsettled.

His daughter had changed. Too much.

It would’ve been reasonable for him to ask, Are you really my daughter? But in the end, Hwang Bo Jeonggun didn’t voice the question.

Instead, with a forced chuckle, he relaxed his expression.

"Heh. To me, it seems like my little Yeon has changed quite a bit. But I suppose that’s to be expected after being bedridden for so long. I’ve heard of things like this happening before."

He was trying to rationalize it—trying to understand his daughter’s sudden transformation.

And Yeon, seeing this doting yet conflicted father, realized something.

She was starting to warm up to him.

She had never been the type to overcomplicate things.

And so, having made up her mind, she asked bluntly,

"Be honest. I haven’t changed just a little—I’ve changed a lot, haven’t I?"

Hwang Bo Jeonggun’s eyebrow twitched.

He clearly hadn’t expected her to bring it up first.

“...That’s true.”

A trace of fear flickered in ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) his gaze.

As if he was afraid his beloved daughter might no longer be the girl he knew.

But Yeon had no intention of making him uneasy—nor did she feel the need to lie.

Instead, she wanted to be honest.

Because what she was about to say...

Was something Hwang Bo Yeon had never been able to say before.

"When I was little," she began.

"Hm?"

"I remember crying because I didn’t want to learn martial arts. And you told me that training was something I had to do—to protect myself."

"Huh... You remember that?"

That was a memory from long ago.

A moment shared only between father and daughter.

Hwang Bo Yeon’s mother had passed away when she was still young, after all.

"You also said this: But if you truly hate it, then don’t do it. Because I’ll always be here to protect you."

"......."

"A father, the head of a martial family, telling his only heir to quit martial arts—that’s not something you normally hear. Back then, I didn’t understand what you meant. But as I grew older, I realized."

Yeon smiled faintly.

Compared to her father in her past life, Hwang Bo Jeonggun was an amazing man.

In this regard, Hwang Bo Yeon had been fortunate.

"That’s why I kept training, no matter what."

"Even though others mocked you?"

"Even though they mocked me. Even though I knew I’d never escape their ridicule."

The truth was, Hwang Bo Yeon had tried.

She had fought desperately to overcome her own weaknesses.

But some things simply couldn’t be changed.

Just as Yeon could never live as weakly as Hwang Bo Yeon had.

"Yeon-ah... I never imagined you thought that way."

Hwang Bo Jeonggun lowered his head, emotions swirling within him.

But before he could dwell on it, Yeon spoke again.

"Don’t be sad, Father."

"Huh?"

"Because things will be different now."

"What...?"

"I don’t want to live like that anymore."