Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 318

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Chapter 318
“Black two, white one. It seems Changwang and the Minor Sect Leader will face off first.”
“The Demon Sect has luck on their side.”
Yet no one doubted my Master’s decision.
In truth, my Master hadn’t shown favoritism to either side.
My Master continued speaking.
“Very well. Then after these two complete their match, it would be fitting for Sulgye to fight last. Should either Changwang or the Minor Sect Leader sustain serious injury during this bout, you may send forth a different combatant.”
Cheong-yeon answered.
“That won’t happen.”
“Quite confident, aren’t you.”
Changwang drew his spear and spun it in a light circle.
Despite the casual motion, the wind it generated was terrifying.
The Minor Sect Leader of Ilwol Singyeo didn’t change her expression in the slightest before him.
My Master and Sulgye withdrew, leaving only Changwang and the Minor Sect Leader in the open space.
The two stood at a suitable distance, regarding each other.
Ak-jin drew his spear back into a starting stance. The Minor Sect Leader of Ilwol Singyeo, conversely, unsheathed her sword and pointed it at him like a threat.
Once both had assumed their stances, my Master spoke.
“Then let the match begin!”
Clap!
The moment his hands came together, it was the Minor Sect Leader of Ilwol Singyeo who moved first.
The first technique she employed was the Cheonma Gunnim Bow.
Whoooosh—
The Cheonma Gunnim Bow wielded by one who had reached Hwagyeong carried threatening and formidable power.
As she pressed down upon the surrounding air to suppress Changwang, her form scattered and reappeared before him.
The sword blade, bearing the inner force characteristic of Hwagyeong, gleamed with a blood-red radiance.
Simultaneously, formless energy erupted, drawing the Meng Zhu’s body like a magnet.
‘Is this what a battle between the ten greatest masters of the realm looks like?’
Had I not been at Hwagyeong, I would not have comprehended the distant realm she was displaying.
In that instant.
Changwang’s spear writhed like a dragon and burst forth.
Clang clang clang!
The spear and sword tip collided simultaneously.
The explosion alone scattered the momentum of the Cheonma Gunnim Bow.
‘Wow, so this is how Hwagyeong practitioners block the Cheonma Gunnim Bow.’
Not all Hwagyeong cultivators could accomplish this.
Only the ten greatest masters of the realm—somewhere between the pinnacle of Hwagyeong and the threshold of Hyeongyeong—could achieve such a realm.
With that, Changwang’s spear rushed upward along the blade like a serpent.
The Minor Sect Leader of Ilwol Singyeo concentrated her strength into her sword, flicked away the spear point, and unleashed Sword Force for a ranged attack.
Whoosh crack!
Changwang remained unflustered.
I simply pulled back the spear that had been knocked away.
As I pulled it back, I simultaneously channeled rotational force to generate inner energy, defending against her attack.
Crash!
The inner energies collided and exploded.
The sound was so deafening it felt like my eardrums would burst, but there were no ordinary people among those gathered here.
Everyone simply concentrated, trying to catch even a glimpse of this clash between masters.
At that moment, a martial artist from the Orthodox Sect murmured in admiration.
“This is a life-and-death duel between absolute masters of the Hwagyeong realm!”
“It’s perfectly matched!”
“The Minor Sect Leader of the Demon Sect and Changwang are evenly balanced!”
There were also Orthodox Sect members watching with sighs of wonder.
However, Jin Cheon-hee alone was observing with a different perspective.
‘Changwang blocked the abdominal wound! Thank goodness!’
In any case, one of them would be carried away.
And with high probability, that would be my Master or myself.
The Doctor prayed that whoever won, they would be carried back with fewer injuries.
I watched their battle with wide blue eyes, in absolute concentration.
After all, regardless of who got injured, I needed to know how, with what force, which areas were struck and how many times, so that treatment would be easier.
‘Don’t let the brain be damaged. The lungs too, please… If you must strike, then at least strike areas with fewer aftereffects and easier treatment…!’
I mentally listed the areas most difficult to operate on in field surgery, praying that at least those would remain unharmed.
My intensity was so ominous that those watching naturally found themselves glancing at me.
“It seems the White-Robed Divine Dragon is also concentrating on this duel.”
“Shh, even among those at the same Hwagyeong realm, there are vast differences. This is how one receives the teachings of the Heavenly Realm.”
“He’s achieved enough to be called a genius himself, so he’ll surely learn much from this.”
“There’s nothing more enviable than a young and powerful martial artist.”
However, Jin Cheon-hee paid no attention to any of this.
‘Changwang just barely avoided a head trauma by the narrowest margin. Against that level of inner energy, no matter how well he defends, it won’t end with just a concussion!’
At that moment, my Master spoke.
[Hope. If they die, there’s no need to treat them.]
[Pardon?]
[In battles between masters of similar Hwagyeong realms, it often ends with both suffering only minor injuries, or one dies instantly.]
“….”
[So if you insist on worrying… then worry about them staying alive first, rather than treatment.]
At my Master’s cold whisper, chills ran down my spine.
My Master certainly had different sensibilities from ordinary people, but it was more surprising that he noticed what kind of mindset his disciple was observing the duel with.
[Master, who are you rooting for?]
[Hmm. Well, it matters little to me who wins, but I suspect the Ilwol Singyeo will win by the narrowest of margins this time.]
Crash!
At that very moment, Changwang’s spear shaft flew through the air with a whirring sound.
The weapon had broken—Changwang’s defeat.
Changwang Akjin wore a gloomy expression.
My Master spoke.
[A fight between those of similar realms would ultimately become a contest of weapons. The Demon Sect’s divine weapon is quite formidable. Though not quite as refined as your Bing Jeong Sword, of course.]
After transmitting those words through sound, he rose and spoke.
“Ilwol Singyeo’s Cheong-yeon Soegooju wins!”
Waaaaaaaaah!
The sect members’ cheers and the groans mixed with the impact of the orthodox faction echoed simultaneously.
My Master continued.
[However, even that weapon is ultimately dependent on the warrior’s capability. Hope.]
That sword embedded with so many jewels must have been quite a divine weapon. My Master continued speaking.
[Furthermore, that Cheong-yeon Soegooju. She is not someone to be underestimated. Despite being younger than Changwang, she overwhelmed him to such a degree that she has likely already subdued many other minor sect leaders and consumed the Cheonma Divine Art.]
I nodded in acknowledgment.
[Not merely in martial prowess, but her mental state must be extraordinary as well.]
[Indeed. In a way, even that flamboyant attire could be one of the devices that constructs her mental state. Though it seems she genuinely enjoys it as well.]
In the novel, she played quite a significant role.
Of course, having walked the Cheonma Blood Path and slaughtered countless innocent civilians, she ultimately dies by the protagonist Yeo Ha-ryun’s hand.
But as my Master predicted, she is quite the strategist with considerable martial power.
‘She’s quite an interesting villain.’
When I read the novel, seeing Cheong-yeon Soegooju’s misdeeds and cruelty, I thought she was a well-crafted villain character.
After all, it wasn’t real people dying—it was just fiction.
‘That’s right. When fiction becomes reality, those villains in the novel become real too. And all the people they killed become real as well.’
Warriors fighting each other over grudges is unavoidable, but killing innocent civilians who have nothing to do with it is still…
I gazed at the villain I once favored with complicated feelings.
She seemed to sense my gaze and deliberately smiled in an alluring manner.
Even with the faint traces of soul-seduction technique mixed in, her smile was enough to shake the hearts of ordinary warriors, but it could not reach me, who had mastered the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong.
‘She’s probably still out there killing people diligently.’
She loves alcohol, loves men, loves murder, and loves strategy.
Most of all, she loves power, schemes, and wickedness.
The scene where she severed her enemy’s head and mixed the blood into alcohol to drink was unforgettable.
At that time, the enemy was alive with limbs bound, forced to watch her drink the blood spilled from his own body mixed with alcohol.
-Kekekekuk. Elder, it’s unusual for a demon head to practice vegetarianism, but your blood is quite pure, isn’t it?
-Gueeeek, krueeeek! Guuuuk!
-Ah, don’t strain yourself with a severed tongue. I don’t have a taste for bloodsucking either, but this is the only way to consume your inner energy, so I drink it. Still, your blood essence is exquisite for being the head of the Majong Yugga clan.
-Guuuk!
-Yes. Elder, you trusted me since I was young. There’s no fault in you. Me? Hahaha… I simply coveted your inner energy. But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your children. Don’t be concerned.
-Guuk! Kraaaak! Guuuk!
-Your limbs are already severed at the meridians, so you can’t move, Elder. Don’t strain yourself… Hmm… No, actually, there’s no need to force the blood out, so I can push even harder.
Pure evil.
Sama Hyeon could still be taught the way of humanity before becoming evil, but Cheong-yeon is already perfected, pure evil.
She moves thoroughly for herself and thoroughly enjoys power, schemes, and wickedness.
Yet despite this, I trained in martial arts so obsessively that I defeated Changwang, one of the ten greatest masters under heaven, without leaving a single wound on him.
‘Sigh, there’s no helping it. No way around it.’
Cheonma saw the seed of the Demon in such Cheong-yeon and granted her the opportunity to reach the heavens.
In a sense, the Cheonma bloodline was a path well-suited to her aptitude.
-What an amusing child. Born of evil itself, destined to live through evil. Yes, Little Evil. Can you truly become Great Evil? As long as you cannot escape from Little Evil, you will perish.
These were the words Cheonma had spoken to Cheong-yeon when transmitting the Cheonma Divine Art.
In the original story, her malevolent nature ultimately could not reach Yeo Ha-ryun’s Cheon Sal-seong. At the end of that blood, the protagonist judged the villain.
Even so, Cheong-yeon never strayed from the path of evil until the very end.
Typically, before the protagonist cuts down the villain’s neck, they grant one final opportunity to speak.
Usually, the villain reveals their humanity in those words.
Sometimes there is remorse or regret, sometimes concern for family.
But Cheong-yeon was different.
-Damn it, Cheon Sal-seong… Why was I not born beneath the star of Killing?
She merely lamented her failure to become Great Evil.
‘I never expected Cheong-yeon to appear here.’
Was it because she had risen to a position where Yeo Ha-ryun could refuse her?
An unexpected development.
‘Now it’s the battle between the Minor Sect Leader of the Demon Sect and the Sadoryeonju.’
Once the preparations for the next match were complete, the two walked out with distance between them.
‘The Sadoryeonju is strong.’
In the original story, Sama Hyeon later kills him and flays the skin from his face.
At that time, Sama Hyeon’s martial prowess was insufficient to defeat the Sadoryeonju. Yet the Sadoryeonju was still human.
Despite experiencing countless trials in the evil sect, there remained a single thread of humanity—which Sama Hyeon exploited, striking from behind to kill him.
There was no hesitation. For the original Sama Hyeon, death was mercy itself.
And after killing Sulgye, he donned Sulgye’s mask and threw everything into chaos, burning it all to ash.
Never coveting Sulgye’s martial arts.
He merely moved through the entire evil sect, burning the world itself.
And after cultivating his inner power, he removed Sulgye’s mask and took control of the entire sect.
‘Master Sulgye. Thanks to me, you lived a long life.’
Unlike how I directly saved Sama-hye, he too was someone whose life I saved, though through different means.
He simply doesn’t know it.
Of course, I have no intention of telling him.
My Master, who had taken on the role of judge, rose to his feet.
“Since these are representatives of two factions and the final match, I believe the start of the contest should be somewhat grand.”
My Master flicked his finger.
‘Finger Flick Technique?!’
Twang!
In that instant, what trick had he performed?
All the weapons trembled in unison and rang out.
Zzzzzing—!
A heavy sound, as if I had struck an enormous gong.
Everyone gasped in astonishment, unable to fathom how I had made every sword within the scabbard resonate with sound.
Taking that as a signal, Sadoryeonju moved first.

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