Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 199

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Chapter 199
Hwangbo Joongheon, the Taeho Gwon, let out a weary sigh.
‘Raising children… is it truly this exhausting…? I’ve told them countless times to maintain sibling affection…’
Throughout human history, siblings who heeded such words were exceedingly rare.
Especially these two—they had kicked at each other even in their mother’s womb, and the moment they could flip over after birth, they grabbed each other’s hair. This was a legendary tale within the Hwangbo Sega.
The instant they learned to walk, they would take three steps, stumble, and headbutt each other.
There was no need to wait for the succession struggle to determine who would inherit the Hwangbo Sega.
They had fought like mortal enemies over far more trivial matters.
‘At least they share the same temperament, which is a blessing.’
A silver lining indeed—neither possessed the cunning mind to weave schemes like the Gongseon Family.
He had no patience for employing strategists to devise plots.
Their nature demanded only that they crush their older or younger sibling with their own two fists to find satisfaction.
5,475 matches: 2,372 victories, 2,372 defeats, 1 draw.
The result of doing nothing but fighting over meals.
Their martial prowess had grown equally.
Hwangbo Joongheon despaired at this hellish sibling rivalry.
‘Please, let them get along. They’re each other’s only sibling, aren’t they? This father begs you…’
His silent plea went unheeded as Hwangbo Mu-a gave her older brother the finger.
Hwangbo Mu-hwi returned the gesture in perfect synchronization.
By now, word would surely reach beyond the Hwangbo Sega to the Baekrin Uigak as well.
That the sibling affection between these two was utterly abysmal.
‘Yet thanks to that, they stand on the threshold of the pinnacle. That much is fortunate.’
Perhaps it was because they fought without restraint or method.
In actual combat, they yielded to no one.
‘Yes. My children are strong, at least.’
Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise.
Hwangbo Joongheon consoled himself.
‘I’ve done Seo Baek-ryong a disservice.’
He had heard the martial skill was exceptional. But martial reputation always carried exaggeration.
Given the time devoted to medicine, it was inevitable that martial arts would fall behind.
‘Once the match concludes, I must ensure Baek Rin-ui-seon’s face remains unsullied.’
Hwangbo Joongheon harbored no doubt of his son’s victory.
Jin Cheon-hee spoke.
“I shall concede the first move.”
The words, as if a master addressing a novice, caused Hwangbo Mu-hwi’s eyebrows to twitch.
“Such confidence?”
From the first meeting, she had found him disagreeable.
A handsome face as rumored, with measured speech.
He feigned modesty regarding martial prowess, yet took Mudang Gwon-je as a joint master.
And his culinary skills were exceptional besides.
I wanted to see that pretty face contort in pain.
Oh yes, now I’ll completely humiliate him!
Hwangbo Mu-hwi spoke.
“Then I won’t hold back.”
Thud!
With the first step, Hwangbo Mu-hwi’s afterimage vanished. Then his form appeared right before me, and
lightning qi sparked and erupted from both his arms.
The preparation for launching the first punch technique.
I could see the entire sequence of movements, and
‘What? That’s slower than Hyeolma’s lightning spirit?’
A slight disappointment.
But my accelerated thoughts from the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong extended to the next consideration.
‘Well, still, that punch should be pretty intense, right?’
I was torn between drawing my sword or using my usual joint techniques.
‘With my inner strength, I could actually just overpower him head-on… but then wouldn’t he complain that it’s because I’ve been eating so many healing pills?’
I didn’t want to give him any room for self-deception.
Complaining about food when you’re eating someone else’s cooking! The resentment of cold dinner!
‘If you’re upset, make it yourself.’
Mourning the garlic butter fried rice that had gone cold, I drew upon the Five Elements True Qi.
Against lightning qi, earth-generating qi was supreme.
Then, without drawing my sword, I began advancing with bare hands!
Meeting a fist with a fist would be more satisfying.
My palm, infused with earth-generating qi, caught the punch from the side.
“Huh?”
As the powerful lightning-infused punch was instantly neutralized, Hwangbo Mu-hwi’s eyes widened slightly, but he immediately prepared his next strike.
He raised his knee, aiming for my solar plexus.
Just as the lightning-wrapped kick was about to reach my solar plexus, I unleashed the next technique.
Taecheong Mountain Water.
My modified version.
Flowing strength overcomes rigidity—!
I redirected Hwangbo Mu-hwi’s powerful force and sent him flying.
“Damn…!”
Just as he was about to crash into the ground, Hwangbo Mu-hwi planted his other hand down to prevent falling, then executed a tumble to escape—impressive!
‘Oh, not bad?’
For improvisation, it was quite smooth.
I could immediately sense that my opponent had extensive real combat experience.
Not orthodox sect combat, but the kind of unscrupulous, anything-goes fighting that resembled the heterodox path—the kind one could only master through countless encounters.
Yet it wasn’t the ambush methods used by assassins, but rather straightforward,
direct
head-on dog fighting!
‘Who on earth is Hwangbo Mu-hwi fighting with at that age? Could it be his younger sibling?’
Even if siblings had a terrible relationship, they wouldn’t fight like dogs like that. Well, they would.
They had similar builds and learned the same martial arts, so there was no reason they couldn’t.
But there had to be a reason for them to fight so fiercely. There had to be.
Siblings would get upset over who ate one more meat dumpling, after all.
That might have worked in their favor, but it meant nothing before me.
I flicked my finger toward Hwangbo Mu-hwi as he tried to land on the ground.
Flick Finger Heaven Piercing.
My modified version of the direct flick technique.
A joyful qi projectile–!
Since I was firing a qi projectile rather than a steel ball, the power was considerably reduced.
As it was a finger flick technique used for pressure point strikes, hitting incorrectly would be extremely painful.
Since I had no intention of striking pressure points, I deliberately hit only the most painful spot with precision.
Thwack-!
With a sound like a bullet, the qi projectile struck Hwangbo Mu-hwi’s back.
“Krraaagh-!”
Hwangbo Mu-hwi flew through the air and crashed into the ground, screaming from the impact.
At his surprisingly spectacular reaction, I thought to myself.
‘Hmm, even I can see that last one was pretty painful.’
Though I had reduced the power, this was my first time using it in actual combat.
The Flick Finger Heaven Piercing was far more powerful than I had anticipated, so I was somewhat taken aback.
But I kept my expression composed.
“Hwangbo Sohyeop. You shouldn’t underestimate your opponent so. Launching a full-power, straightforward frontal attack from the start? Without knowing what martial techniques I use or what level of skill I possess, such an attack leaves you full of openings. That’s why you were so easily overwhelmed by the Taeho Gwon disciples from the start.”
In the martial world, saying things like “I didn’t know it would send me flying so hard. Does it hurt?” was pointless.
At my instruction, Taeho Gwon’s face flushed red as he sighed.
“This damned brat…”
The difference in skill was so stark that he had nothing to say.
And his rival, with whom he had struggled since the womb, mocked him thus.
“I thought I’d see him completely shattered like that at least once. Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
Hwangbo Mu-hwi could endure his father’s sigh, but he couldn’t bear his rival’s mockery, so he sprang to his feet.
His face flushed crimson as he shouted.
“I was careless just now! Please teach me another technique!”
‘Oh, tough guy.’
Youth really was a wonderful thing.
Despite the pain that must have been excruciating, he got up and tried to preserve his pride with that spirit!
‘I envy him. I’m envious. I envy that youthful vigor.’
I smiled brightly.
“Well then~ I understand.”
I suddenly realized I had just mimicked Sama Hyeon’s manner of speech.
That tone that made listeners’ blood pressure rise.
This time, Hwangbo Mu-hwi didn’t charge forward. Instead, he merely assumed a stance and began sliding sideways with measured steps.
Was he trying to offer some variation in his approach?
Then, in a sudden moment, he approached me diagonally and unleashed a punch that burst through the air like an explosion!
A fist wind!
One of the long-range attack techniques, just like palm force.
This time, I billowed my sleeve and gently swept away the fist wind.
It contained the subtleties of Taiji Quan, yet strangely, the footwork was the Three Talents Step.
Using only two common martial techniques to deflect the fist wind—all the martial artists who recognized this gasped in awe.
In that instant, lowering his stance, Hwangbo Mu-hwi rushed at me like a tiger.
A posture reminiscent of a wrestling tackle.
His strategy was to shake his upper body and seize victory.
‘Well, that’s much better than before.’
I wasn’t particularly flustered by such an attack.
Rather, with an amused expression, I simply unleashed the Tanzi Cheon-tong’s Yuyu Gi-tan.
Bang!
As if he’d been waiting for it, Hwangbo Mu-hwi brought both fists together and shattered the energy projectile in one blow, closing the distance between us.
‘He learns quickly, doesn’t he? Amusing.’
Despite the beating I gave him, he rose to his feet and launched attacks of this caliber—his durability was quite impressive.
Hwangbo Mu-hwi unleashed an endless barrage of punches toward me.
Lightning God Fist.
Thunder Rapid Strike–!
Dozens of afterimages bloomed from punches as fast and powerful as lightning, each one targeting vital points as they came at me.
‘He has more power than before? As expected of the Hwangbo Family—his physique is excellent.’
My sleeves billowed outward.
This time, with palms.
The Mudang’s Ten Sealing Technique, riding the five elements’ true qi, severed the thunder energy and blocked every single punch.
Strangely, the movements were extremely slow and graceful, as if a butterfly were fluttering its wings.
Yet it was more than sufficient to block the dozens of punch afterimages created by the Thunder Rapid Strike.
The footwork supporting this Ten Sealing Technique was also slow but precisely occupied the necessary directional positions.
Heavenly Foresight.
The secret technique of the Jegal Family merely guided a single step to the necessary position.
Yet that single step forced the opponent into my blind spot.
‘Weighty, but still slightly below the level of a supreme master.’
Paradoxically, my slow movements gave the impression to observers that I was fighting carelessly.
‘Hmm. Perhaps I should land a blow soon.’
In truth, I was indeed taking it somewhat easy.
Whirrrr–
The wind pressure mechanism hidden in my sleeve rotated once within, creating a sound.
‘If I hit him with the Ten Sealing Technique, he’d be incapacitated for over a month. I’ll skip that.’
Indeed, the reliable and trustworthy Tanzi Cheon-tong it is!
Thank you for the guidance, Master!
Bang!
The moment an opening appeared, I fired the Finger Flick Heavenly Piercing once more with practiced ease.
As the qi projectile struck the back of Hwangbo Mu-hwi’s hand, his movements faltered.
That was the first strike.
Next, I launched a second qi projectile from my middle finger, striking his ribs.
Finger Flick Heavenly Piercing.
My own variation—consecutive projectiles.
Five Elemental Qi Projectiles—!
One qi projectile launches from each finger. Five projectiles in total!
The qi projectile from my middle finger struck his ribs, sending the faltering Hwangbo Mu-hwi soaring a zhang into the air, and as gravity pulled him down, the projectile from my ring finger launched him upward once more.
Then the qi projectiles from my pinky and thumb shot forth in succession, keeping him suspended in the air for an extended moment.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
‘About ten meters, I’d say. That’s quite a distance.’
The cruel part was that by striking the muscles rather than the bones with precision, there were no side effects beyond excruciating pain.
Boom!
Hwangbo Mu-hwi crashed into the ground after being battered by the qi projectiles.
His use of a falling technique at the end was likely pure survival instinct.
I had intended to launch one final strike to reduce the impact of his fall, but he had spared me the effort.
“….”
Everyone watching the match fell silent, at a loss for words.
No one could have anticipated that what began as a proper martial contest would end like this.
I approached the fallen Hwangbo Mu-hwi and checked his pulse.
“Hmm, he’s merely lost consciousness. There are no serious injuries. Since I struck both the Pursuing Abyss and Blood Gate acupoints simultaneously, it should aid his external cultivation.”
“….”
In the midst of this absurd situation, Taeho Gwon was momentarily speechless.
He had considered the possibility that his son might lose.
Defeat was a natural part of growth for a martial artist.
But he had imagined a match where swords and fists clashed—not one that ended in such a manner.
“I appreciate your restraint, Sohyeop.”
“You’re too kind.”
I offered a gentle smile.

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