Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 215

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Chapter 215
‘That one certainly looks like someone from a heterodox sect.’
On the surface, he appeared to be in his late thirties, yet his refined features carried an unmistakable dignity.
‘…His cultivation stage… is that right?’
Standing alone with the face of an elder among the younger disciples created a sense of dissonance.
Judging by his aura alone, he was at least at the Peak Master level.
Warriors were typically classified into Third-Rate, Second-Rate, First-Rate, Peak, Supreme Peak, and Transcendent stages, so someone of his generation entering the later stages was usually a Peak Master.
‘That swordsman with the youthful face doesn’t seem to be particularly exceptional.’
To earn the reputation of a genius at his generation, one would need to have reached the Supreme Peak stage.
If I were to name those who have officially reached such heights in the current martial world, it would be Hyeolpyeon Wang Dang-a and Changryong Sword Namgung Un.
Both of them have actually won the Dragon Phoenix Assembly, making them truly the greatest of the great!
Even now, debates break out among enthusiasts about who is stronger between Hyeolpyeon Wang and Changryong Sword.
The fact that they travel together makes it even more so.
In truth, due to circumstances involving the elders of both families, Namgung Un has been losing ground unilaterally.
‘As for me, I rely on medicine….’
Jin Cheon-hee shifted his gaze to the other person with that thought.
The other person had a peculiar presence. She was a strikingly beautiful martial artist dressed in a modest blue martial robe.
Though she also carried a sword at her waist, making her appear like a swordsman, her aura didn’t feel particularly sharp….
‘There’s something oddly Daoist about her.’
Daoism and Buddhism were the two representative religions of the martial world, and countless sects derived from these religions existed.
While the Nine Great Sects and One Alliance were considered the strongest encompassing both Daoism and Buddhism, even weaker sects possessed what could be called remarkable divine techniques and martial arts.
‘After all, the Finger Piercing Heaven technique I use originated from the Jeonjin Religion.’
From Jin Cheon-hee’s perspective, it was difficult to measure the exact martial prowess of the blue-robed martial artist before him.
‘Is she intentionally concealing her cultivation stage?’
Like grains of sand on a white beach, countless martial arts existed in this world.
Among them were techniques that hid their aura and concealed their stage, not merely because the practitioner’s level exceeded the observer’s.
‘Usually, isn’t that the kind of thing protagonist-like fellows from mysterious sects learn? That’s the standard rule of martial arts novels.’
The middle-aged martial artist pondered for three seconds whether she had the makings of a protagonist.
The standard rules always held true, didn’t they?
As he thought this, both the swordsman with the youthful face and the martial artist turned their gaze toward Jin Cheon-hee.
“….”
A competitive spirit gleamed in their eyes as well.
‘They’ve noticed me too, it seems.’
Not as swift as Jin Cheon-hee using the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong, but they appeared to have finished their assessment based on the aura they sensed.
In that moment, the tournament official struck the gong.
Ding!
“Cheon I-mun of Changseon Sect! Jin Cheon-hee of Baek Rin Medical Guild! Du Ga-hwi of Salgeom Tower! Cho Jeon of White Sword Sect! Hu Yun of Huquan Sect! Geum Jeon-sang of Golden Tower Sect! Bu Mu-heon of Yeonryu Sword Sect! Preliminary round beginnnnnns!”
Roaaaaaar!
The spectators erupted in cheers all at once, so loud it made the ears ring.
Since it was a preliminary round, the contestants didn’t introduce themselves or exchange names; instead, the official announced all the sects and names at once.
‘Wow… seeing this in person is moving all over again….’
I stood in the middle of a scene I’d only ever read about in novels.
I was standing in a place I’d merely imagined and vaguely yearned for. That feeling became a peculiar emotion that struck deep in my chest.
But I didn’t have long to indulge in such sentiment.
“Hmph!”
The Two-Handed Swordsman of Salgeomru. The aged swordsman immediately extended his blade toward another opponent.
His target was Cho Jeon of the White Sword Faction!
Cho Jeon, an ordinary-looking youth of twenty, drew his sword in response, befitting his sect’s name.
Clang!</
Simultaneously, Bu Mu-heon of the Soft Blade Faction attacked Hu Yun, a warrior of the Hu Quan Sect, with a gracefully curved soft blade.
Geum Jeon-sang of the Golden Pagoda Sect, a muscular giant nearly eight feet tall, attacked Cheon I-mun, the blue-robed martial artist of the Changson Sect.
In other words.
Six people, excluding me, were exchanging martial techniques against one another!
'Wait… why am I left out while you all fight each other?'
Should I jump in?
Should I provoke them and ask for a match?
As my pupils trembled, something astonishing happened.
"Ugh!"
In a single strike, the Two-Handed Swordsman severed Cho Jeon's shoulder. His blade was so fast that Cho Jeon couldn't even respond before blood was drawn.
The same fate befell Cheon I-mun of the Changson Sect.
Geum Jeon-sang, the massive muscular giant, threw a punch, but Cheon I-mun let it pass lightly, slipped inside his guard, and struck with an open palm.
Boom!
Like the sound of a leather drum being struck, Geum Jeon-sang's large body flew up and crashed off the stage.
"Cho Jeon is eliminated! Geum Jeon-sang is eliminated!"
'Ah… the Two-Handed Swordsman uses swift blade technique. Cheon I-mun uses palm strikes with internal weight distribution. Indeed… those two are the strongest. Both injuries appear to be within three weeks of treatment. No need for extended ER care—acupuncture in the treatment room should suffice.'
With the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong and Dual Thought Technique combined, my observational abilities had grown sharper.
Which meant my diagnostic skills had also improved.
To be precise, I would normally need to take their pulse and examine their qi, but now I could see how the attacks landed, how much force was applied.
I could observe how much external martial training the struck opponent had undergone, whether they'd learned falling techniques, and so on—naturally making my diagnoses more accurate.
In other words, my experience as a martial physician had deepened.
Though compared to my Master, who could tell at a glance whether Ju Wang-ya was malingering, I still had much to learn.
'Should I jump in or not?'
It was indeed improper for a third party to intervene in combat between warriors. But did that apply to preliminary free-for-all matches?
'I don't think it applies… though I've read martial novels where someone jumped into the middle of a melee and was called a coward.'
Different versions of new martial arts fiction had different rules.
My Master would laugh if he heard this. My disciple knows obscure knowledge but gets confused about such basics.
'If it looks like a fatal injury is about to occur, I'll intervene.'
After all, ER comes first for Professor Jin.
As I watched the fight between Bu Mu-heon of the Soft Blade Faction and Hu Yun of the Hu Quan Sect, this match was notably more intense than the others.
Bu Mu-heon was a lanky, thin man who moved his soft blade like a snake, attacking with paper-like flexibility—quite a sight to behold.
Meanwhile, Hu Yun wielded her two arms like a monkey's, deflecting the blade and pressing her assault forward.
'So this is the Monkey Fist School. It seems to be a martial art that mimics the movements of a monkey. Quite savage, I must say.'
Moreover, the Monkey Fist School was a master of external force.
Continuous sword strikes and external force. And both of them were at a level just below peak mastery.
In such a situation, the match would end without serious injury.
Professor Jin felt satisfied.
'A fine duel.'
As I watched with a sense of relief, my mind somewhat at ease,
I saw Cheon I-mun and the Two-Handed Swordsman slowly approaching Jin Cheon-hee.
It was obvious they were doing so because the fight before them was between those beneath their skill level.
Neither of them seemed inclined to interfere in that battle.
"I am the Two-Handed Swordsman of Salgeom House. Seo Baek-ryong Jin Cheon-hee, I've heard tales of your reputation—how you easily suppressed the hypocrites of the righteous sects. Today, you shall become the sacrifice to my blade."
"It is an honor to meet you. I am Cheon I-mun."
'The heterodox sect brother(?) greets in a heterodox manner. But Cheon I-mun, who is this fellow? I've never even read about him in the novels… And I've never heard of the Changryong School either.'
Jin Cheon-hee smiled gently.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance. So then, which of you intends to face me? I have no objection if both of you attack me at once…"
Jin Cheon-hee threw down a provocation with a smiling face.
"I'll go first."
As the Two-Handed Swordsman stepped forward, Cheon I-mun obediently retreated.
'This is strange… They call themselves heterodox, yet his carelessness seems utterly arrogant. Or perhaps I've underestimated him too much…?'
Even in a melee, it seemed the local custom was to fight one-on-one. It was good that I didn't interfere.
Besides, people say one should focus on a single pursuit. Since he was digging two wells—medicine and martial arts—he seemed to be underestimated.
The Two-Handed Swordsman probably thought those who had been treated by Jin Cheon-hee were exaggerating his reputation.
"Then… I'll begin."
The Two-Handed Swordsman drew his blade and rushed forward with surprising speed.
He had taken only two steps before his blade was already at Jin Cheon-hee's throat.
However, because he inwardly despised his opponent, he didn't realize that even before he took his first step, Jin Cheon-hee had already accelerated his thoughts using the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong.
At the exact moment his blade touched the throat, an energy projectile deflected the blade.
Tang!
'Where did it come from…?'
Was it Cheon I-mun's interference? In his moment of confusion, a second energy projectile struck him.
Crack!
It struck his shoulder blade, disrupting his stance.
Finger Flick Heaven Piercing.
Jin Cheon-hee's applied consecutive projectile technique.
Five Element Energy Projectiles–!
Five consecutive projectiles flew forth simultaneously, striking his wrists, chest, and legs at once.
Boom boom boom boom!
Through his spinning vision, he saw it. Jin Cheon-hee had not drawn his blade.
Instead, with only finger flick force, he had sent him flying into the air!
'Not yet. Not yet!'
He executed a falling technique and immediately prepared to charge at Jin Cheon-hee.
In that instant, what emerged from Jin Cheon-hee's hand was a single burst exploding from his fingertip.
Finger Bomb Heavenly Penetration.
Jin Cheon-hee's linked explosive technique.
Weakening Lure Bomb–!
Unlike other finger bomb techniques, if used incorrectly, one could end up greeting Allah's magic wand in the Central Plains.
That's why he not only used the basic bomb but also incorporated Water-Life Technique to halve the power once more.
Boom!
The bomb exploded, completely blowing away the sword blade imbued with sword energy. At the same moment, his body in mid-air was launched backward again.
"Out of bounds!"
In that instant, he saw it. Jin Cheon-hee's lips moving slightly.
'Hmm, at that level, I could wrap this up with just trauma medicine.'
He doubted his own eyes for a moment.
'What kind of madness is this…!'
Crash!
He deployed his falling technique and landed outside the arena.
Though he had been eliminated, he felt no shame, for he had realized that his opponent was not a warrior, but a monster wearing a warrior's mask.
What exactly had I just faced?
Roaaaaar!
"Did you see that?! He sent a person flying through the air!"
"What did he do? Why did the person fly?"
The audience erupted in cheers at Jin Cheon-hee's overwhelming martial prowess. But they knew nothing of what had just befallen his opponent.
What remained was Cheon I-mun.
"I must acknowledge that the Nameless One's claims are no mere boasts."
From Cheon I-mun's blade, sword energy shimmered like heat haze, and soon something thin as thread undulated visibly.
Sword Silk!
'A master of the highest caliber?! How extraordinary.'
Indeed, in that simple blue-robed martial attire, there was an air of mystery about some unknown sect, and a beautiful young man at that!
'Do the rules of martial arts novels still hold true!'

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