Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 325

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Chapter 325
Jegalling sensed a figure moving like an arrow from behind him.
At first glance, it appeared to be simple movement, yet it was difficult to predict the next course of action.
‘Could the Samjae Stepping Technique achieve such heights?’
Throughout all of Gangho, only one person could display such movement.
A hollow laugh escaped him.
‘I did say the Samjae Stepping Technique was excellent as a foundation. Yet I never imagined he could find another extreme after reaching the first extreme.’
His disciple was such a being.
Whenever he mentioned one thing, his disciple would bring two or three.
Even when he couldn’t bring something, he thoroughly enjoyed the process.
Especially with stepping techniques—they neither killed nor injured. Yet there was nowhere they weren’t needed, whether capturing someone alive or transporting a patient.
If I had to name Jin Cheon-hee’s greatest achievement, it would surely be his stepping technique.
In particular, the directional footwork of stepping first by predicting the opponent’s movements through the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong never yielded victory to the enemy.
Not winning, yet not losing.
Not losing, yet able to flee.
It could appear as the practical choice of a rationalist at first glance.
‘My disciple has no way of fleeing before a life.’
My disciple only flees when there are no lives to carry on his shoulders.
It is the same now.
I had cast bait that my disciple could never refuse.
Human lives.
That child was ‘designed’ to do anything for such a cause.
I cannot know what past an ordinary child must experience to possess such obsessive devotion.
Yet that child is a genius.
That child is virtuous.
That child is my disciple.
Whoosh—
“I wish he would think of himself a little more….”
Jegalling gazed ahead while releasing a regretful sigh.
A monstrous figure nearly ten feet tall, so massive that even Jegalling had to raise his head to see its face.
Dong Cheon-gun of the Hyeolseonggyo, who had fought him in the past, now appeared as a monster rather than human.
Jegalling observed his form without emotion.
Though a different shade than Jin Cheon-hee’s, still a blue light.
‘At least it’s better than coming as a corpse demon…?’
I had never liked killing corpse demons since long ago.
Striking a corpse that rises no matter how many times you kill it is tedious.
‘In truth, it matters not how this trash transforms. I will dispose of it today.’
My disciple carries the broken fan.
I brought my hand to my waist, drawing out a soft sword that gleamed like snow with its long, slender fingers.
This soft sword, composed of a blade thin as paper, had been hidden inside my belt, wrapping around my waist.
Few in the Gangho knew that Jegalling wielded this Yeongeom.
Because from the start, he preferred to seize his opponents’ weapons and slaughter them rather than carry a divine blade.
And whenever he drew this Yeongeom, no one lived to tell of it.
“Grrrrr! You’re ready, aren’t you? Then won’t you die obediently!”
A violent vortex erupted around the body of Dong Cheon-gun, now transformed into a monster.
The ground beneath him was ground away like a blender, every fragment spiraling upward into the sky.
His massive frame charged forward in that state.
In a single instant.
A span so brief that one couldn’t even blink.
Dong Cheon-gun felt a strange sensation, as though time itself had stopped.
It was not the state of Moa.
Having completely abandoned his humanity, discarded martial arts, and even forsaken the path of Deungseon, the blessing of martial arts would never come to him.
Then what manner of sensation was this?
Within that bizarre perception where time crawled impossibly slow.
In a sensory space Dong Cheon-gun had never experienced in his entire life, he heard Jegalling’s voice with perfect clarity.
“That is an evil technique. Trash.”
At the same time, he could not see how Jegalling moved.
It was strange. In this slowed temporal perception, only ‘him’ remained invisible.
A single falling leaf, a single bouncing stone—all were vivid and clear.
Then, finally, what entered his vision was Jegalling’s Yeongeom.
A blade so thin it seemed transparent transformed like light itself, then erupted.
Skreeeech!
Dong Cheon-gun’s left arm was severed.
“Kyaaaaaaagh!”
Blood flooded his vision.
‘What is this—a speed I cannot even perceive?! And he severed my body in one stroke despite my Vajra Indestructibility!’
Whoosh!
The shockwave from the severed arm engulfed him.
Dong Cheon-gun’s body was hurled backward, and the vortex he had woven exploded and scattered.
In the mere blink of an eye, he was sent flying pathetically.
Boom!
Dong Cheon-gun’s massive frame created a crater as deep as a lunar creator.
“This… how is this possible! You fiend! What have you done?!”
“Taeul Danseonggeom Transcendent Fifth Form. Heartless Absolute Learning—Ultimate Speed Single Slash.”
“…!”
He had known that Jegalling stood on the threshold of Hyeongyeong.
But to wield Heartless Absolute Learning with such freedom!
To the one who had abandoned martial arts, Jegalling answered calmly.
“I doubt a beast like you could comprehend it, but as a parting gift for your journey to the afterlife, I shall teach you. The blade is faster than thought itself. Do you grasp that principle?”
His gaze looked down coldly, filled with contempt as though regarding vermin.
Even this light martial technique was merely a life-or-death duel formality, so I reluctantly recited it in part.
Jegalling simply wanted to crush the insect before his eyes with his thumb.
Arrogant.
Dong Cheon-gun could not bear being looked down upon with such contempt by one who had abandoned even the Deung-seon and grown stronger.
“Noooooooo!”
“As for how I obtained such extreme speed that it cannot be perceived by any method—I find it too tedious to explain. If the highest executive of the Hyeolseonggyo is so incompetent that he cannot understand even what he sees, then the organization is merely worth that much.”
“How dare you mock me, Dong Cheon-gun! How dare a mere insignificant human! Do you dare ignore me, who has become a follower of Hyeolseon?!”
Whooooosh—
The severed arm that had been rolling on the ground lifted itself into the air.
The arm, imbued with the mysteries of Void Grasping, reattached itself to Dong Cheon-gun’s severed limb.
Ssssshhhhh—
Blood mist rose as the cross-section of the arm regenerated and fused together.
Only then did Jegalling’s eyes show a glimmer of interest.
“Hmm, that regenerative power is truly rare. If I take a sample of you, my disciple would be absolutely delighted.”
Even though the severed arm had reattached without any difficulty, Jegalling remained composed.
Rather, a hint of curiosity and anticipation emerged.
His disciple was someone who could never sit still, and to keep that creature occupied, he needed a decent plaything.
Perhaps if he brought this arm as a specimen, that one would prattle on about “human progress” and “new drug development” with such enthusiasm, and bring his master even more joy.
“I will surely crush you!”
Dong Cheon-gun roared.
Combat resumed.
The tempest created by Dong Cheon-gun tore through the surroundings.
A force that could not be treated as mere sword wind—a power akin to a natural disaster!
Jegalling merely moved with his azure eyes, acting just before the enemy’s attacks.
The Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong had already dissected Dong Cheon-gun’s martial arts.
Which technique would be unleashed, what would be its power, what path would the force trace.
Everything had already been decomposed and reassembled.
Jegalling severed the creature’s limbs with the Taeul Danseonggeom’s transcendent technique, and each time, the creature roared and reattached its own body.
It was a battle between the one who cuts and the one who joins.
Destroying common sense and martial principles,
A distant battle that could never be called a clash between warriors and warriors.
Then, suddenly.
Dong Cheon-gun realized that Jegalling was beginning to be pushed back gradually.
‘So that’s it. As long as he’s human, he must tire!’
While he possessed stamina and regenerative power bordering on infinite, Jegalling was merely human.
As long as he was made of flesh and blood, wounds and fatigue could only accumulate.
If he prolonged this into a war of attrition, victory would be his.
Within the tempest of light and wind, Dong Cheon-gun extended his fists toward Jegalling ever more fiercely.
Craaaaaack!
Jegalling’s blade tears through the tempest.
Yet the storm regenerates once more. Humans can never stop natural disasters!
In that instant, Jegalling’s lips parted.
“General.”
The light he created tore through the moonlight.
The moon spun downward, whirring—
‘What? Is it my head that’s spinning?’
Dong Cheon-gun realized his head had been severed.
Jegalling spoke toward the severed head.
“I already know what you will do. Controlling your actions is hardly a difficult task, is it?”
Crunch—
As one crushes an insect.
Jegalling’s shoe crushed his skull.
Simultaneously, his sword technique scattered the severed head into dozens of pieces.
“At this point, he won’t survive.”
Yet the flesh still writhed.
“Yoo Ho.”
“You called, Master?”
Yoo Ho appeared behind Jegalling.
“Preserve this corpse for me. It will make an excellent specimen.”
“Understood.”
“By the way, I’m sorry he didn’t die sooner. That wretch ended up saving my life after all. I should remain in the human realm a bit longer—is that acceptable?”
“Please don’t say such things.”
“Hehe, I’m always grateful to you.”
Yoo Ho nodded.
“What of the young disciple? Will you not help him?”
“Since he’s already taken the bait, observing how he resolves it is also a teacher’s duty. If I move to help from here, he’ll surely use that as an excuse to save more people. But I have no desire to help them to that extent.”
“I see.”
“Moderate destruction, moderate restoration—that’s what’s needed. Perhaps this is when the way of the middle path is necessary?”
A strange relationship between master and disciple.
They worried for each other while simultaneously engaging in contests of wit.
And yet.
“Our Cheon-hee should be delighted with this new specimen.”
The master still rejoiced in his disciple’s growth.
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Despite the thunderous explosions echoing from behind, I didn’t turn around.
I possessed absolute faith that my Master would emerge victorious.
In the novel “Jicheon Cheonma,” he was described as an unparalleled genius, and my Master Jegalling, whom I’d lived alongside and experienced firsthand, was indeed a terrifyingly inhuman powerhouse.
‘Besides, he’s not one to act recklessly in a fight he might lose.’
Sip Cheon-gun, comparable to the ten greatest masters under heaven.
Even Dong Cheon-gun, now grown even stronger—I worry how my Master will face him, yet I trust him still.
He is a genius who surpasses even me, and a Master as lofty as the heavens themselves.
Still, what matters most is focusing on the task at hand.
‘I must stop the battle between the Demonic Sect and the Martial Arts Alliance by any means necessary!’
Fortunately, Sulgye’s sharp rebuke caused the Sadoren warriors to retreat in unison—a stroke of good fortune.
Had Sadoren remained involved, I would have had no recourse.
‘Master used this situation where Sadoren has withdrawn to drive away his disciples instead.’
Seeing strategy employed in such a manner, some might say Master lacks humanity.
But I understand.
‘Master knows what I truly desire.’
Now both sides have depleted their forces through Hyeolseonggyo’s machinations.
This is a considerable opportunity.

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