Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 327

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Chapter 327
“Do you really think we would trust you?”
At those words, Ak-jin shook his head.
“Not me. I’m hardly in a position to step forward. You and Baek-ui Sinryong will spar together. What do you say?”
‘A martial contest here?! Oh, right. This way is actually the cleanest approach.’
If I refused here, Jin Cheon-hee would extract all manner of sinister sound-based techniques from his throat and shatter people’s minds.
Though Baekui Gwangryong would save their lives and ensure their limbs remained functional without permanent disability… he would certainly rupture their eardrums and minds thoroughly.
A necessary measure to preserve life, as he would say.
Grown adult warriors had gathered with their lives on the line, so eardrums were a cheap price to pay, or so the logic went.
To deal with this mad doctor who would say such things while gazing with a distant expression, a mutually acceptable method would be best.
“Excellent! Baekui Gwangryong. Prove to me that you have the right to flap that mouth of yours!”
‘Oh, if it’s like this, it’s very much in the spirit of the martial world, and I approve.’
How much more convenient and preferable than having thousands of people amicably compare the colors of each other’s organs.
Besides, if I myself am fighting, I can guide my wounds to areas I can easily treat myself, which reduces the workload for the Baekrin Uiseon Members.
If no more people die, that’s good too.
“Very well. Let’s do this—a martial contest.”
I walked to the center.
Heukun positioned himself at a distance from me, matching my stance.
The two men faced each other.
“Third Minor Sect Leader of Ilwol Singyeo, Heukun.”
“Patriarch of Baekrin Uiseon, Jin Cheon-hee.”
They exchanged names and took their opening stances.
In the tense silence, Changwang Akjin spoke.
“Begin.”
Bang!
Heukun unleashed his full power from the start.
Cheonma True Qi surged across his entire body.
The momentum of the Cheonma True Qi was so tremendous that the surrounding space appeared to twist.
Cheonma Supremacy Palm.
Crackle, crackle, crackle—!
‘As expected, Cheonma Supremacy Palm comes first.’
It could be called the textbook technique of all Demon Sect minor leaders.
That’s how good Cheonma Supremacy Palm is—excellent as an opening move, effective as a restraining technique, and powerful as an attack.
Space compressed around me. This pressure would certainly unsettle a martial artist unfamiliar with demonic techniques.
That moment would be the chance to take my head.
‘But I…’
Cheonma Divine Art.
Cheonma Supremacy Palm variation.
Five Elements Supremacy Palm!
Crackle, crackle, crackle—!
The Five Elements Supremacy Art pushed back against the Cheonma Supremacy Art’s power.
Heukun showed a slightly surprised expression, but he seemed unable to deduce that I had taken a direct Cheonma Divine Art beam from the Cheonma herself and had subtly grafted it onto the Jegallga’s Five Elements Divine Art.
It was only natural.
No matter who thought about it, this was absolute madness.
“The Jegallga has some skill! Did you see our Cheonma Supremacy Art and try to imitate it?”
A question at the level of suggesting they’d merely seen it and created something similar.
However, there was no need to be flustered. The mouth is always faster than the eyes.
“All rivers return to the same source. When anything reaches its extreme, the destination becomes the same.”
I brushed off the comment.
I felt a bit apologetic toward the Cheonma.
“Then let’s see if this works too!”
‘Oh, he fell for it as expected.’
Heukun began charging toward me. His movements were crude, as if he wasn’t even considering defense.
However, considering his Diamond Indestructible body, this approach was actually more rational.
Even if I unleashed a sword strike, if he didn’t dodge, he’d cough up his organs and die.
But my thoughts were different.
‘He’s grown arrogant. This old man.’
I took a step forward.
Tap—
Then I slipped through the gap under his armpit as he extended his fist, gently grasped his arm, and twisted it in reverse.
I wrenched it completely.
Crack—
In an instant, his humerus snapped in a direction it shouldn’t. Following the humerus’s movement, the muscles twisted, and his radius and ulna twisted together.
“Kwaaaaagh!”
It was similar to how when breaking a chicken wing, not just one bone breaks, but the other bones attached to the flesh twist together as well.
I infused the subtlety of Rotation into it.
‘This time, it will hurt quite a lot.’
Heukun attacked me with his other arm while screaming.
But I had anticipated this and took another step forward.
Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong thought acceleration.
In this slowed world, only my body moved at its original speed.
His other hand attempted to attack me with a palm strike, so I grabbed his fingers, twisted them, and pulled.
Crack-crack-crack!
Both arms dislocated in an instant.
To this, I applied the Wudang Sect’s Ten Forbidden Techniques to his palm strike and struck his jaw three times.
I didn’t just strike.
Following the subtlety of the Chilma Forbidden Technique’s yin force, I compressed air and struck.
Puh-buh-buh-buk!
“Kuh, kuaaagh—!”
His jaw trembled, and Heukun’s massive frame shook along with it.
‘What in the world is this… Damn it…!’
Heukun couldn’t comprehend it.
In terms of inner strength, he should have held the advantage.
Moreover, with the Blood Fate Pagoda Diamond Divine Art pushed to its extreme, he should have been impervious to both blades and swords.
It was obvious that Baekui Gwangryong’s ice-frost sword couldn’t harm him.
With external power that even divine weapons couldn’t overcome, his opponent should naturally be reduced to pulp.
‘Penetrating Palm…? I anticipated that much… Damn it. Just hold on.’
After being struck on the ear, my vision swam. My body wouldn’t obey me.
He struggled to maintain control of his body with his overflowing vital energy.
Yet Jin Cheon-hee looked at him with sympathetic eyes and spoke.
“Please don’t strain yourself. Rest now.”
In that moment, what extended from Jin Cheon-hee’s palm was the profound mystery of the Tai Chi.
The final ultimate technique of Tai Chi Mountain Water.
Tai Chi Divine Palm–!
The softness of Tai Chi emanating from the palm burrowed into the hardness.
Normally he could have resisted, but both arms were broken and his inner ear was in ruins.
When the palm technique that shook the interior rather than the exterior released its impact directly outward,
Heukun’s body flew backward.
Crash!
Heukun, embedded in the ground, couldn’t get up and retched.
Jin Cheon-hee, watching the vomit from a distance with composure, spoke.
“Ah, there’s no blood mixed in after all. Since I wasn’t sure how hard to strike a demon cultivator to avoid backlash from entering demonic madness, I held back somewhat. You should fully recover within three weeks.”
Crazy bastard.
Jin Cheon-hee spoke with bright eyes.
“Well then, shall we resume our peaceful conversation?”
“Baek-ui Sinryong defeated the Minor Sect Leader of the Demon Sect! And overwhelmingly at that!”
“No, no! It’s because of the wounds he suffered from Changwang!”
Of course, Heukun hadn’t fought at full capacity.
There were even rumors that his martial prowess was a step below Cheong-yeon’s.
However, defeating the Minor Sect Leader of the Demon Sect was still an extraordinary feat.
“Uwaaaaaa!”
The martial artists went into a frenzy, cheering for Baek-ui Sinryong.
Jin Cheon-hee saw it. Cheong-yeon smiling coldly as he looked at the fallen Heukun.
‘Perhaps in the original story, it wasn’t because of Ilkana that the alliance broke, but Cheong-yeon intended to devour Heukun from the start.’
As they say, killing with a borrowed knife.
While he hadn’t literally cut off his head, today’s defeat would clearly diminish Heukun’s standing within the Demon Sect.
Cheong-yeon also seemed delighted by Jin Cheon-hee’s victory.
* * *
Sama Hyeon and the Golden Blood Sect Leader were observing this situation from a distance.
From the beginning, Sadoren hadn’t expected any military support from the Golden Blood Sect.
She simply wanted loans for medical expenses when urgent, or to have small tasks handled like Pyo Guk did.
The Golden Blood Sect Leader, the Emperor Geum-wang, was fundamentally a pacifist.
Everyone in Gangho knew she was a master of martial arts, yet no one knew exactly what techniques she used or how powerful they truly were.
They only knew she was strong enough to protect the vast wealth she possessed.
The Golden Blood Sect Leader clutched her belly and laughed.
“My goodness… I knew he was Baekui Gwangryong, but to this extent… Ahahaha!”
They say what’s tragic up close becomes comedy from afar.
The way he threatened them to stop fighting or he’d burst everyone’s minds and eardrums, then hurled Heukun’s massive body around—it was so hilarious that she laughed for a long time.
“That man is your sworn brother, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he is.”
“Aha, ahahahahaha! How amusing. Truly amusing. How did such a madman end up as a disciple under Baek Rin? Come to think of it, Baek Rin isn’t exactly sane either… Hahahaha!!”
It was the first time the Emperor Geum-wang, who showed no mercy or tears before money, laughed so heartily.
“When even the Martial Arts Alliance Leader couldn’t stop them, what method could possibly stop greedy warriors? They were never the type to follow orders anyway. Normally, it would be impossible even if the Three Elites came. Yet…!”
It was always gold that made her laugh.
Even then, it was merely a faint smile. This was the first time she’d laughed so hard while clutching her belly.
As expected.
The other Golden Blood Sect members were flustered by their leader’s laughter.
“But he’s strong. Insane yet strong. And… if necessary, he finds the fastest method and simply pushes through… Is there another like him in all of Gangho?”
The silk veil she wore rippled.
Though her face wasn’t visible, one could tell she was still smiling.
“I quite like that boy. Maintain a close friendship with him.”
“What do you mean by that…?”
“Meet him often and grow stronger together. Gold loves the mad, after all, so that boy will surely earn quite a bit of money in the future.”
Sama Hyeon nodded.
Yet on the other hand, he was beginning to worry whether he could survive the hellish training that lay ahead with his sworn brother.
In Sama Hyeon’s eyes, his sworn brother was both a madman and someone worthy of being called a genius.
He felt that teachings from such a being could never be normal.
When he mentioned this to his Shifu, she answered like this.
“Well… isn’t that fortunate? Do you think you’re normal? You’ve made a good sworn brotherhood with your own kind.”
“Ugh, Shifu~”
“Tsk, playing pitiful won’t help! This is your Shifu’s command. You must stay as close as possible, yes? And… I too… want to meet that boy directly someday.”
With a smile on her bright red lips, she gazed at Jin Cheon-hee for a long while.
The expression beneath the veil couldn’t be seen.
No one could know the true thoughts of the Golden Blood Sect Leader, the Emperor Geum-wang.
Yet the Emperor Geum-wang’s purpose was always singular.
To earn more money.
To accumulate more gold.
‘Since I was planning to stay close to my sworn brother anyway, this works out well.’
He deliberately played hard to get with his Shifu, holding back slightly.
Having received the confirmation he wanted, he could now confidently train with his sworn brother.
‘Hmm, even so, I have my pride as the youngest brother. I can’t fall behind my older brothers, the second and third~’
Besides, I’d been so focused on business lately that finding time to cultivate had become difficult.
At that moment, for some reason, the back of my head tingled with a sharp sensation.

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