Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 223

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Chapter 223
“Jin Ju-eonga’s Eon Jeong-mu versus Baekrin Uigak’s Jin Cheon-hee! Combat begins!”
Zzzzzing—!
As the referee shouted, the gong rang out.
In that instant, Eon Jeong-mu hardened his body.
‘He’s trained more in the Corpse Technique than the Ancient Corpse Art. The Ghost Spirit Divine Fist and the Eon Family Fist will be his main weapons.’
Eon Jeong-mu’s skin turned deathly pale, like that of a corpse.
Even if he hadn’t reached the Diamond Corpse stage, Eon Jeong-mu possessed the strength and solidity of the tier below it.
What was more troublesome was that while using the Ghost Spirit Divine Fist, he neither tired nor felt pain.
Eon Jeong-mu launched himself forward and drove his fist toward me.
Kwaaaang!
I dodged the punch with just a single step back.
Where Eon Jeong-mu’s fist had struck, the ground cracked in a bowl-shaped pattern.
Fist energy!
I could even see energy flowing rapidly between his two hands.
The principle was the same as Sword Threads.
It could be called a kind of Fist Thread.
Woooooah!
In martial arts, one sees only what one understands.
The warriors who recognized the Fist Thread cried out in astonishment.
“The pinnacle realm!”
“Jin Ju-eonga’s successor has finally reached the pinnacle!”
“Truly, Jin Ju-eonga!”
Waaaaaah!
As the spectating martial artists gasped in admiration, the common folk watching also began to stir.
“So Eon Jeong-mu has reached the pinnacle!”
“Enough to shatter the martial arena floor?”
“You don’t even need to reach Sword Hardness—even Sword Threads alone would crack stone. And he just did that with his bare fist!”
“Truly, Jin Ju-eonga!”
Eon Jeong-mu! Eon Jeong-mu!
The crowd chanted his name.
Eon Jeong-mu shrugged his shoulders with a satisfied expression.
‘At last, am I finally getting a title?’
For years now, he’d been picking fights with anyone and everyone, hoping to earn a legendary epithet.
Yet strangely, one had never stuck to him.
Wondering if it was because his presence was weak, he’d even tried adopting a grand manner of speech and carved a large scar across his face.
But still, no epithet came.
Epithets arose from remarkable deeds, martial prowess, and various achievements.
And above all, luck played a decisive role.
Eon Jeong-mu had never possessed the luck for an epithet.
‘Finally, something’s happening. I can feel it!’
He also wanted a legendary epithet like the Spear Dragon Sword.
Watching Eon Jeong-mu puff up with pride, I considered the situation.
‘Hmm, so he’s not just a common foot soldier. I’ll need to save the aerial combo for a decisive moment.’
I revised my assessment of Eon Jeong-mu upward.
But regardless, my determination to knock him unconscious and send him home as a package remained unchanged.
This time, Eon Jeong-mu increased the distance and swung his fist, generating a wave of force.
Kwaaaaaang!
‘Huh… he’s actually smarter than Hwangbo Mu-hwi? Look at him—he tests once, sees it won’t work, then switches to a defensive technique. But he’s challenging me to a ranged battle?’
My hand flashed like lightning across my pocket, drawing out ten steel pellets.
Consecutive pellet technique from the Bullet Finger Heaven Piercing—rapid fire succession.
My modified version.
Machine gun mode–!
The reason I couldn’t say this technique name aloud was the embarrassment of adulthood.
It wasn’t second-year syndrome; you could call it forty-year-old syndrome.
But after using this modified rapid-fire technique once, no other name came to mind.
‘Right, as long as I don’t say it out loud, it’s fine! Who knows what’s in my head!’
Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
The first pellet, infused with wind-generating energy, collided with Eon Jeong-mu’s force wave and dissipated.
Then nine more pellets followed, flying toward Eon Jeong-mu.
‘Since he’s a Corpse Demon, his skin should be like steel! I’m counting on it! Fist Saint realm!’
Eon Jeong-mu’s expression changed. He thought to himself:
‘Insane. Why is that bastard firing steel pellets instead of using the Martial Arts weapon hanging at his waist!’
Not knowing that Professor Jin intended to capture him alive and send him home directly, Eon Jeong-mu saw Seo Baek-ryong as nothing short of a madman.
“Hah!”
Eon Jeong-mu rotated both hands to deflect the pellets, but he missed four of them.
The remaining four struck Eon Jeong-mu’s body directly.
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
Eon Jeong-mu’s massive frame slid backward.
Woooooah!
The spectators cried out in surprise, followed by a wave of cheers.
“As expected of Seo Baek-ryong! I knew it would come to this!”
“My golden warrior! Go! Seo Baek-ryong!”
Meanwhile, I was also somewhat surprised.
‘Hmm. I thought his stance would break, but he’s holding it together.’
If his stance had wavered here, I would have unleashed a second strike, and Eon Jeong-mu would have been knocked out of bounds.
But he endured it with the weight of a mountain.
Eon Jeong-mu’s confusion was brief. He realized the steel pellets were more resilient than expected.
“Now I understand. Seo Baek-ryong, your level… kekek. You’re not strong enough to defeat the Ancestral Clan’s Soul-Stealing Corpse Demon technique.”
Despite Eon Jeong-mu’s mocking provocation, I remained composed.
‘Dream Soul Return Spirit Corpse Hardening Technique. A type of external martial art. I learned it was an external technique that hardens the body like a corpse, and it seems to have reached the level of being impervious to blades and weapons.’
Since power balance varies with each martial arts author, it’s difficult to accurately gauge what level Eon Jeong-mu’s Dream Soul Return Spirit Corpse Hardening Technique is at in this world.
All I know is that the Dream Soul Return Spirit Corpse Hardening Technique gets utterly destroyed by the Cheonma, the protagonist.
Supreme Heavenly Demon isn’t a work with particularly detailed combat descriptions either. Besides, in martial arts novels, isn’t the protagonist always the strongest?
It’s information that doesn’t prove very helpful.
‘Still, seeing how it deflects iron pellets and leaves almost no wounds, it’s reasonable to deduce that if trained to the extreme, it can withstand internal energy to some degree.’
If that’s the case, the conclusion is simple.
‘I can afford to beat him a bit more freely.’
Eon Jeong-mu took his stance while observing me.
Within that stance, I sensed a willingness to communicate.
‘He’s someone with a bit of an attention-seeking disorder.’
I understand.
With all these spectators cheering like that. The exhilaration of it!
And this fellow hasn’t even earned a title yet despite the martial prowess he possesses.
While not at Dang-a’s level, hormones do crave attention.
“I see. It’s remarkable that you’ve trained your external technique to the point of not collapsing in one hit. In that case, my response is singular.”
‘He’s going to draw his sword!’
Eon Jeong-mu had heard how powerful the Bing Jeong Sword was.
He had prepared himself to face a Martial Arts World Record holder.
But I didn’t draw my sword.
Instead, I simply pulled out an absolutely staggering number of iron pellets incomparable to before!
‘Insane…!’
Whoooosh!
“I’ll beat you until you fall! Don’t worry! Even after this match ends, Eon Jeong-mu will be in perfect health!”
“What kind of insane talk is this….”
But Eon Jeong-mu couldn’t say anything more.
Bullet Finger Heaven Piercing rapid-fire continuous barrage.
Infinite gunfire–!
Rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat!
This time I poured in more internal energy, doubling the destructive power.
In an instant, countless iron pellets filled Eon Jeong-mu’s entire field of vision.
‘Seo Baek-ryong… did he finally go mad treating people?’
Eon Jeong-mu had to respond to this insane situation.
It’s too late to evade. What I launched wasn’t a point attack but a surface attack connecting in succession.
With that many iron pellets, it rivals the Sichuan Tang Family’s Ten Thousand Flowers Rain technique in scale.
There’s no time to dodge, and if he awkwardly evades, it’s obvious I’ll capitalize on the opening to launch the next strike.
In that moment, what Eon Jeong-mu’s dynamic vision caught was something that instantly stripped him of his fighting spirit.
Me, with sparkling eyes, rapidly pulling out the next iron pellet and firing it toward Eon Jeong-mu.
‘No… wasn’t this supposed to end?!’
Carrying that many iron pellets could be considered standard preparation for those who use hidden weapons or bows.
Yet that madman should have exhausted his inner energy firing all those iron pellets just moments ago.
Jin Cheon-hee’s complexion remained eerily unchanged.
How could I describe those eyes burning with the conviction: ‘I will save you no matter what!’
Patter-patter-patter-patter-patter!
The rain of iron pellets battered Eon Jeong-mu mercilessly.
He assumed a defensive stance, drawing upon his inner energy to protect his vital points.
Not a single iron pellet could penetrate the Dreamless Ghost Spirit Corpse Technique. Yet they could still push him backward like a mountain being shoved.
And on top of that….
“Gaaaaaahhhhh!”
It hurt. It hurt maddingly.
No matter how much tolerance a warrior possessed against pain, no matter how much external technique he used to endure—how could anyone deliberately target only the most painful spots?
First strike.
The moment he withstood that tempestuous first strike, the second came hurtling back.
Jin Cheon-hee’s clear eyes were already preparing the third.
His wavering fighting spirit shattered even more violently.
When the heart wavers, the body inevitably follows.
Regardless, Eon Jeong-mu was pushed backward by the sheer force of iron pellets filling his entire vision.
Thud!
“Jin Ju-eonga Eon Jeong-mu! Out of bounds—defeat!”
Wooooooohhhhh!
The spectators erupted in cheers.
This victory was strange once again… yet there was no denying its overwhelming nature.
Jin Cheon-hee rushed toward Eon Jeong-mu.
“Are you alright?”
After being struck, Eon Jeong-mu finally understood Jin Cheon-hee’s expression somewhat.
His promise to send him home uninjured had been sincere.
Then this worried expression must mean: ‘I held back when I struck you, so do I really need to treat you? You’re fine, right?’
“I… have lost.”
“You have the strength to speak! Thank goodness! I see no fractures or other external injuries.”
“….”
That absurdly powerful madman was saying this with complete sincerity.
Eon Jeong-mu’s lips trembled with the weight of defeat.
‘I’ve heard the Gangho has many eccentrics… ‘
Eon Jeong-mu had believed himself to be that eccentric.
He’d challenged this one and that one for a title, yet possessed enough martial talent to show considerable progress.
But witnessing a true madman left him with a strange feeling.
And that madman was someone Eon Jeong-mu could never comprehend, nor could he ever defeat.
Tears fell from Eon Jeong-mu’s eyes.
‘Damn it, damn it…!’
If he was going to lose anyway, he’d at least imagined a more dignified defeat…
When Eon Jeong-mu broke down in tears, I hastily patted his massive back to console him.
“There’s no need to worry. You’re still young, after all. You can compete again next year. Returning home with all your limbs intact—isn’t that a great blessing in itself?”
It was kind comfort.
If only the one who had struck him hadn’t been me.
I continued patting Eon Jeong-mu’s shoulders as he wept even more bitterly, my thoughts drifting elsewhere.
‘Hmm. Tanjicheon-tong. This is definitely a divine martial technique. He’s reached the pinnacle himself, yet I defeated him far too easily…’
Praise my Master!
‘They call it a martial art for slaughtering commoners, and it’s true. Anyone weaker than me falls easily.’
The high internal energy consumption and the technique’s heavy reliance on the user’s sensitivity were regrettable, but such drawbacks meant nothing to me.
Had Eon Jeong-mu known what I was thinking, he might have bitten his tongue and taken his own life.
Fortunately, Eon Jeong-mu remained ignorant of this.
I simply retrieved a trauma salve and handed it to him.

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