Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 242

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Chapter 242
This opponent was strong enough to make one’s blood boil with rage.
They said Yo Cheon-gun was the weakest among the Golden Ten Thousand Soldiers, but what nonsense was this?
‘Did Mudang Gwon-je face enemies like this?’
A distant mountain that seemed harmless from afar became terrifying the moment it stood before him as an adversary.
Sama Hyeon glanced sideways at his elder brother and smiled faintly.
“Well, I belong to Hao-mun, don’t I? I could know, or I could not. Why? Curious?”
Sama Hyeon laughed cheerfully and raised his middle finger.
The finger gesture worked just as well in the present era as it did in the Central Plains.
Even those unfamiliar with its meaning understood its significance perfectly the moment they saw that upright middle finger.
And besides.
Was there truly a traitor among them?
The Hyeolseonggyo executive could not overlook even a single point of doubt, and Sama Hyeon, knowing that emotion, spoke without changing his expression.
“Hmm. Then… shall I start by dealing with you first?”
“Go ahead~ Yo Cheon-gun, the sorcerer and curse master?”
Sama Hyeon deliberately provoked him. At that, Yo Cheon-gun swung his left arm wide.
Screeeech!
From that sleeve, a black-horned snake burst forth like lightning.
In that instant, a clever hawk began its hunt for serpents.
Boom!
With blue thunder, Noeji unleashed its power.
Crack—!
Cheonryeong’s power brought lightning crashing down upon the black-horned snake.
The black-horned snake trembled from the impact and tumbled from the roof.
But Cheonryeong was not one to let prey escape.
Wasn’t the hawk the master of serpent hunting?
It dove straight down toward the falling black-horned snake, talons extended.
Yet the black-horned snake was among the most refined of spirits that Yo Cheon-gun had nurtured over long years!
Though struck by the lightning, its wounds were not critical. It twisted its posture mid-fall and hurled itself toward Noeji.
Hissssss—!
The moment the two spirits tangled together.
Sama Hyeon rushed toward Yo Cheon-gun once more.
Sama Hyeon’s two hands twisted at bizarre angles, multiplying into dozens!
Thousand Transformations, Ten Thousand Techniques.
One Step, Ten Changes—!
Originally a technique for changing facial masks, but now he moved with lethal precision to tear apart Yo Cheon-gun’s body.
Hands like the Avalokitesvara of Buddhism, yet each one carried death within it.
Their number was eighteen.
They contained the mysteries of Buddhism’s Eighteen Realms, yet held their opposite meaning.
Six Faculties, Six Objects, Six Consciousnesses.
The Buddhist law governing human perception inverts itself and settles upon Sama Hyeon.
It takes the form of the Inauspicious Flame that glorifies death.
As the mysteries of the Inauspicious Flame took hold in his hands, Sama Hyeon’s face began to shift through dozens of expressions.
A face twisted in rage. A laughing face. A sorrowful face. A face devoid of emotion.
Beyond mere grotesqueness, it became so alien and uncanny that it shook the very spirit of those who beheld it.
The Thousand Transformations, Ten Thousand Accomplishments.
Joy, Anger, Sorrow, Delight.
Though it could be called a form of soul-seizing technique, it contained such sublime and mysterious methods of perception manipulation that it directly influenced the opponent’s mind.
For the first time in ages, Yo Cheon-gun faced a terror akin to encountering an ancient malevolent spirit.
‘This…!?’
Yo Cheon-gun’s body froze.
A gap so small it lasted barely the blink of an eye.
Yet in the blood-soaked battles between masters, such a moment was worth more than gold.
Seizing that instant, Sama Hyeon’s attack nearly reached Yo Cheon-gun’s face.
He was on the verge of tearing away Yo Cheon-gun’s skull itself!
Crash! Crash! Crash! Bang!
In the end, Sama Hyeon’s attack connected directly with Yo Cheon-gun.
Yet it was Sama Hyeon who retreated with a look of frustration.
A long scratch wound ran across Sama Hyeon’s right arm, from which acrid, poisonous smoke rose with a pungent odor.
Sama Hyeon let out a low chuckle.
“Wow, the Hyeolseonggyo’s got some interesting toys these days~?”
“As interesting as the gloves you’re wearing?”
Yo Cheon-gun answered with supreme confidence in his voice.
The martial robes he wore had been completely shredded into rags, but what lay revealed beneath was truly shocking.
Scale armor crafted from serpent hide.
The entire garment was suffused with protective energy.
The moment Sama Hyeon tried to tear away his head, Yo Cheon-gun immediately twisted his body to take the attack with his torso instead.
That gave Sama Hyeon no reason to stop his assault.
If he could tear out the organs, it would be to his advantage.
Yet the scale armor cleanly blocked the attack.
“Man… look at these two and their fancy gear~ That’s why I came to the Gaebang, brother. Even the vicious bastards and the ignorant fools know their bodies are precious, so they burn money buying equipment. I’d have lost my arms without gear~”
Thus did the Future Golden King and Chain Store Father assess the situation.
“Hahaha, this is the first time I’ve heard such words from someone looking upon my armor. Then… shall we stop playing around?”
Whoosh!
“Ugh!”
As Yo Cheon-gun unleashed his inner energy, Jin Cheon-hee, who had been locked in a battle of internal force, was pushed back in a tumbling slide.
Jin Cheon-hee tried to counterattack immediately, but Yo Cheon-gun used that brief moment to hurl himself toward Sama Hyeon.
“The more we fight, the less sense this man makes—he needs to die first.”
By his instincts, Yo Cheon-gun could tell that Sama Hyeon still had hidden cards up his sleeve.
Therefore, such an existence needed to be eliminated as quickly as possible!
‘Damn! The provocation worked too well!’
I immediately channeled my inner force and raised my blade to parry.
But then.
In that critical moment.
A fist and a sword suddenly pierced through the mist from nowhere.
Attack and defense unified, appearing simultaneously from left and right!
While blocking Yo Cheon-gun’s assault, a lethal strike was delivered in the same motion.
Crash!
Fist and blade collided with Yo Cheon-gun’s killing technique, producing a tremendous explosion.
As Yo Cheon-gun staggered back three paces.
The owners of the fist and blade ascended onto the rooftop.
There, the masked Yeo Ha-ryun and Jin Cheon-woo were flanking Yo Cheon-gun.
“It seems the youngest is having a hard time. Wouldn’t it be better to stop being brothers?”
Yeo Ha-ryun added his voice to that.
“If it’s too much, you can stop being brothers right now. Weak ones just get in the way.”
Yeo Ha-ryun and Cheon-woo.
My two other brothers had burst in, targeting the opening from all angles.
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“I have no idea how my people handle things. I never heard any information about these bastards existing.”
Yo Cheon-gun clicked his tongue softly.
The Hyeolseonggyo, being a secret society, operated in the shadows through a cell structure.
For such an organization, information was the lifeline.
That’s why the Hyeolseonggyo’s intelligence network was quite extensive—so much so that even within the Demonic Cult, some of their spies had infiltrated.
However.
Information about the masked person before him had never reached Yo Cheon-gun’s hands.
If only he could see the face, it would be easy to identify immediately.
“I’ll need to look into things when I return to the sect. I can deceive others, but not my own eyes. From the sword exchange, no matter how I look at it, he resembles Cheon Sal-seong, but the fact that this information never reached my ears means my people have grown lazy, doesn’t it?”
Watching the grumbling Yo Cheon-gun, I clicked my tongue softly.
Originally, the plan was for two to ambush and inflict heavy damage.
But Yo Cheon-gun’s strange ability had raised the difficulty of the ambush.
So I judged it better to preserve at least one person’s full strength rather than attempt the ambush, and saved Sama Hyeon.
‘Perhaps because of that, Sama Hyeon seems slightly irritated.’
He’s smiling, but I can sense the annoyance.
It wouldn’t look good to say that even without them, I would have saved myself and continued matching my brother.
Suddenly… I realized something.
‘Could it be that those two saved Sama Hyeon to establish their hierarchy while they were at it?’
For them to do something this insane just for that—the ambush is now a lost cause.
But Yeo Ha-ryun didn’t seem to care about such things.
“If you’re thinking of dragging this out, forget it.”
One step forward.
Yeo Ha-ryun stepped forward first.
As he did, a terrifying aura erupted from him, pressing down upon the surroundings.
Crackle—
Cheonma Ruling Technique.
A divine martial art that manipulates formless qi.
It constricted Yo Cheon-gun’s entire body and impeded his movements.
“You will die here.”
Yes. This was his nature.
Yeo Ha-ryun.
A man who preferred smashing the pot from the front rather than ambushing from behind.
Even when his elder brother signaled him to ambush, he likely would have preferred striking head-on.
It didn’t matter.
I didn’t doubt Yeo Ha-ryun’s choice either.
‘He is Cheon Sal-seong, the protagonist after all.’
If the protagonist chose this, there must be reason for it. As a martial arts novel reader, I trusted deeply.
Yeo Ha-ryun’s hand darkened.
His hand, wrapped in Cheonma True Qi, extended in a straight line, carrying destructive force.
Cheonma Divine Art Core Technique – Sun and Moon Rupture Fist.
Linked.
Sun and Moon Rupture Palm.
It was the core technique of the Cheonma Divine Art I had once used when fighting Yeo Ha-ryun.
A destructive martial art that shredded everything within its trajectory as if grinding it in a blender.
In the blink of an eye.
It reached Yo Cheon-gun.
And something unbelievable happened.
Boom!
The Sun and Moon Rupture Palm collided with something that suddenly flew in, exploding and scattering.
Thud thud thud.
They were fragments of countless snake corpses.
Snakes had gathered densely around them at some point.
“Die? Me? Ahahaha!”
Yo Cheon-gun burst into mad laughter.
Simultaneously, countless whistling sounds began emanating from the surroundings.
Whoosh. Whish whish. Hissssss.
It was the hissing of snakes. And countless snakes were crawling about the surroundings.
“I never expected to be so disrespected for not showing my face in Gangho? Allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Yo Cheon-gun, one who received sorcery techniques from Hyeolseon. I am a sorcerer and a shaman. And your death!”
Whoooosh!
Three flames flickered into existence around Yo Cheon-gun’s body.
While it was certainly astonishing to see fireballs wavering in midair, everyone observed calmly.
“Come on then, resist! You will all be trampled beneath my feet anyway!”
Flames surged toward the three of them, excluding me, while serpents from all directions bared their fangs and lunged forward.
Between mist and serpents, flames and madness, my sworn brothers and I began to unleash our martial prowess with everything we had.

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