Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 141

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Chapter 141
I grasped a process that science could never explain, yet martial arts could barely comprehend halfway.
‘That bell functions like a tuning fork. Since sound is ultimately vibration… I’m manipulating it using qi.’
Sound becomes a weapon.
Even in modern times, it’s used as a military weapon.
Zzzzzing–!
The next bell toll rings out.
This time, as if intentional, a sound wave far more massive than the previous two came crashing forward.
Remarkably, I crossed the Frost Clarity Sword with the Black Pine Cloud Sword.
I infused the Frost Clarity Sword with Golden Stillness Qi to accelerate it.
Kiiiiing-
The Golden Stillness Qi spiraled within the Frost Clarity Sword, leaving countless lingering echoes as it began to vibrate.
An ordinary blade would have shattered into pieces. But I trusted the Frost Clarity Sword.
Kik-kik, kik-king-
It was like the effect of connecting dozens of ultrasonic speakers together.
The frequency humans can hear is 20,000Hz, but here frequencies far exceeding 40,000Hz—what would be called ultrasound—could be generated.
It had become a kind of ultrasonic speaker.
Then I struck the side of the Frost Clarity Sword with the Black Pine Cloud Sword, channeling Wind-Stone Qi into it.
Kaaaaang–!
Remarkably, the sound of my sword strike flew forth like a sound wave itself.
The peculiar thing was that unlike ordinary sound waves that spread in concentric circles around the area, this traveled in a straight line and tore through the Demonic Necromancer’s sound wave.
As its sound wave was torn apart, the Demonic Necromancer coughed blood and let out a furious roar.
“Noooooo!”
‘Good, the directional sound technique worked.’
It’s a method even the U.S. military uses—concentrating sound onto a single point like a spotlight.
Used properly, it can make a guide’s voice heard only to someone standing in a museum, or allow me to hear a speakerphone call alone.
But used militarily, it can precisely fire high-pressure sound waves at a desired location.
Used this way, only the enemy unit being targeted hears anything, so they can’t understand what’s happening to them.
Of course, even so, achieving the physical force of a sound wave isn’t easy in modern times.
It’s not impossible, but it’s far cheaper to just fire artillery at that point instead.
That’s why in our country, the most familiar sound weapon would probably be the K-pop medley broadcast toward the North.
However, in the martial world where inner qi exists, the power of sound waves was formidable beyond measure.
“Cough. You… noooo!”
“Please stop using sound waves. Don’t damage the children’s hearing unnecessarily.”
I can’t use this technique frequently either.
Sound waves aren’t my specialty to begin with, and doing it on the spot through observation placed considerable strain on my qi.
‘Besides, I don’t want to damage the Frost Clarity Sword my Master gave me.’
It held up fine this time, but what about next time?
“Keke, don’t worry. The children will endure well under the protection of Yoseon and the others.”
It’s the same principle as keeping them safe until we capture the bull.
It seems they’ve prepared basic protective measures befitting such a precious sacrifice.
“I attempted to capture you through demonic energy, but it proves difficult. Very well—I shall claim you by force.”
The Demonic Necromancer shook the bell, its metallic chime ringing out.
I tensed, wondering if another demonic attack was coming, when the entrance beneath the altar creaked open and a corpse black from head to toe emerged—a Black Undead Warrior.
“A Black Undead Warrior…!”
‘What? The Black Undead Warrior is appearing now?’
This creature shouldn’t have manifested until much later in the ritual.
‘This is genuinely dangerous.’
A Black Undead Warrior is the corpse of a martial master resurrected through forbidden techniques.
Under normal circumstances, it shouldn’t appear at this stage.
It retains roughly half the martial prowess it possessed in life, and its body is hardened like diamond, making sword energy largely ineffective against it.
Even ordinary undead warriors are difficult to wound with blades.
Such inferior undead are typically called Bronze Undead Warriors, with Steel Undead Warriors and Diamond Undead Warriors classified above them.
The Black Undead Warrior ranks equal to Diamond Undead Warriors. While its physical hardness falls slightly short of Diamond grade, its advantage lies in retaining considerable martial skill from life and possessing a more flexible body that moves like a living person.
‘According to the novel, a single one of these matches a supreme master in combat…’
Cold sweat trickled down my spine.
A supreme-master-level Black Undead Warrior.
And the Demonic Necromancer, also a supreme master.
In other words, I had to face two supreme masters simultaneously—no trivial matter.
“Seize him!”
At the Demonic Necromancer’s command, the undead warrior rushed forward like lightning.
Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong.
Thought acceleration.
I channeled my inner energy to accelerate my cognitive processing. My opponent’s movements became impossibly slow.
My own movements slowed equally.
Within this decelerated time, my thoughts alone continued at normal speed.
‘Fighting both simultaneously while prolonging this will disadvantage me. I need swift, decisive action—and I must fell the Demonic Necromancer first. Then the undead warrior loses its controller, and victory becomes possible. The challenge is striking him down in a single decisive blow…’
I continued analyzing the situation.
‘The Demonic Necromancer’s secret technique is Necromancer Undead Art. Originally, it derived from the Mosan Sect’s Corpse Sealing Art, which the Demonic Necromancer combined with techniques learned after joining the Bloodline Bridge to create this unique martial art.’
The Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong always provided exactly the information I needed.
Even trivial details I’d nearly forgotten were no exception.
It felt like using a search engine to retrieve articles.
‘Its power ranks at the lowest tier of divine martial arts… the novel mentioned. It seemed like an elevated version of the Gokgol Hyeolma’s technique, perhaps?’
Necromancer Undead Art.
It transforms one’s body to resemble an undead warrior.
Naturally, this grants a body impervious to blades, and at higher mastery, it can even withstand sword energy or the superior stage of energy force.
‘In fact, the Demonic Necromancer demonstrates some resistance to energy force when fighting Yeo Ha-ryun over a decade from now. But he hasn’t reached that level yet. So then…’
Flick.
My gaze fixed on the Black Undead Warrior.
It truly seemed capable of using its pre-death martial techniques, as it rushed at me employing a movement technique I’d never witnessed before.
‘No matter how skilled the Demonic Necromancer is with corpse techniques, a true undead like the Black Undead Warrior will have a denser body. With sword energy at my current level, I’m certain to wound it. If that’s the case, the calculation is complete. Let’s try it…!’
I drew upon all my inner energy.
This vast, majestic inner power surged through my entire body.
In that brief moment when the Five Elements Divine Art reached its peak, I saw the Demonic Necromancer raise the bell.
‘The Black Undead Warrior will arrive in 1.2 seconds. But sound travels faster than the undead. While it shakes me with sound techniques, the Black Undead Warrior will strike. A decent plan.’
It was like playing rock-paper-scissors with two fists.
If I used the directional sound technique I’d employed before, the undead would overwhelm me. Conversely, if I attacked the undead, I’d fall victim to the Demonic Necromancer’s sound technique.
Yet a faint smile played across my lips.
Five Elements Divine Art.
Water overcomes fire.
Yin and yang separation.
I infused water energy into the blade held in my hand.
Zzzzzt—
Water energy compressed to its limit began vibrating along the sword’s edge.
Simultaneously, I drew fire energy into my other blade, then struck the water-saturated sword against it.
Boom-boom-crash!
A tremendous steam explosion erupted between me and the Black Undead Warrior.
A steam explosion.
It’s the explosive principle that occurs when water rapidly expands under pressure from heat.
When magma from volcanoes meets groundwater or the sea, the water rapidly vaporizes from the intense heat, causing an explosion. The resulting heat and pressure devastate the surrounding area.
Groundwater explosions are particularly unpredictable and can cause hundreds of casualties when they occur, earning them the title of nightmare in volcanic regions.
In daily life, they occur when ice is dropped into boiling oil, and they’ve caused explosions in steel mills.
They also happen in nuclear power plants, where overheated nuclear fuel melts at 2,000 degrees and meets coolant, triggering catastrophic explosions.
This was precisely the principle I employed.
‘If I miscalculate, I’ll be caught in the blast too…’
It’s the same principle as how someone using lightning techniques doesn’t get electrocuted by their own electricity.
Not actual water and fire, but genuine martial technique using Five Elements Divine Energy.
‘Normally, the Mudang Sect creates destructive force by colliding yin and yang energy.’
I simply replicated it using Five Elements Divine Energy and a bit of scientific knowledge.
‘I wonder what Cheonwoo would think if he saw this at the Mudang Sect.’
If he asked, I’d insist it came from the Jegal Family’s Five Elements Divine Art.
The steam I created billowed thickly.
The tremendous sound caused the underground chamber to rumble.
“Hmph!”
The Demonic Necromancer, about to use its sound technique, stopped and protected itself with inner energy instead, halting the bell’s swing.
The Black Undead Warrior was hurled backward by the explosion.
Crash!
The sound of it striking the ground echoed.
Whoosh!
I burst through the steam and charged forward.
“Elder, prepare yourself!”
I charged forward toward the Demonic Necromancer with my sword drawn, moving with absolute directness.
Rather than mixing in footwork techniques, I accelerated using the Cheongi Miribu and my formidable inner energy, achieving a speed comparable to a bullet.
Taeul Danseonggeom.
Absolute Moment.
Sword of Immortals!
My ice-blue blade trembled faintly.
That movement, appearing to vibrate at high speed, contained the force to neutralize any counterattack from my opponent.
In response to my strike, the Demonic Necromancer shook the bell with one hand.
Clang-clang-clang!
Sound energy was coming.
‘Just as expected!’
My blade left afterimages as it split into dozens of forms in mid-air.
The sound energy shattered the afterimages I created, but my true body reached the Demonic Necromancer in an instant.
Crash!
The Demonic Necromancer hastily struck my ice-blue blade with the hand not holding the bell.
‘As I thought. This is no ordinary human hand.’
Energy rippled across the Demonic Necromancer’s palm.
Energy on par with sword force. It should be called hand energy—a technique of the hand.
‘Everything proceeds as calculated. And at this moment….’
With a jolt.
The Black Undead Warrior lying nearby rose to its feet. Then it turned its head toward me like a puppet, moving with a mechanical creak.
‘I must finish this before that creature reaches me! This is the decisive moment!’
“Huh.”
I drew in a breath. I pulled my inner energy to its maximum.
Normally, martial artists do not exert their full power all at once.
Rather, it could be said they cannot.
The eight extraordinary meridians can only move a fixed amount of inner energy at a time, and attempting to use more would invite demonic possession.
But I, having drawn my energy up beforehand and circulated it throughout my body, was in a state where I could project my full power in a single instant.
And that power revealed itself right here and now.
Tssssss-
The energy clinging to my ice-blue blade grew stronger. Soon it transformed like burning flames and overflowed.
“What is this!?”
The Demonic Necromancer recoiled in shock, pulling back the hand wrapped in hand energy.
His hand was half-frozen, the skin split open with dozens of wounds.
But that was not all.
Even after pulling his hand away, it continued to freeze.
“You young fool… your techniques are no mere parlor tricks.”

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