Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 349

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Chapter 349
The Grand Creation Palace Unobstructed Sword Formation activates.
Formation deployment–!
In an instant, the gate of life and gate of death materialize, claiming their positions.
This was incomparably faster, smoother, and more substantial than the formation techniques displayed by the heterodox sects’ defensive sword units.
I felt as though I had stepped into a forest made entirely of swords.
‘Ah, so this is what they mean by a mountain of blades and forest of swords.’
One misstep would result in flesh being carved away in chunks—such was the momentum.
The people themselves were swords, emanating a razor-sharp killing intent.
[Breaking it down piece by piece, the way they supplement each other’s inner strength is no different from basic sword formations. The gates of life and death, the directional positions—all similar. Yet the Namgung Family is far superior to other martial clans. Can you guess why?]
[Hmm, is it because the Namgung Family’s martial arts mean even the branch families don’t fall far behind the main house?]
[Correct. Moreover, because they pursue a single martial philosophy, both the main and branch families’ techniques are flawless and don’t contradict each other.]
Yeo Ha-ryun was more scholar than warrior, truly.
Even now, he calmly observed and dissected the Namgung sword formation, pursuing intellectual pleasure.
A truly peculiar man.
[Indeed, by claiming these directional positions, each of them instantly becomes a near-Hwagyeong master.]
[Near-Hwagyeong means not quite Hwagyeong, but they’re using strong qi unstably, correct?]
[Exactly! You catch on so quickly, it makes things easier for me.]
I chuckled softly.
Yeo Ha-ryun appreciated that. There was no need to explain things in great depth.
With just his unique intuition and deductive reasoning, he arrived at the correct answer even with limited information.
That was what it meant to be the protagonist of a martial arts tale, the center of this world.
I drew my sword.
Shing—
[What makes it incomplete is simply that the duration of maintaining strong qi lasts at most a quarter hour.]
[However, at that speed, they could finish anything within a quarter hour.]
[Correct.]
All sixteen warriors moved like flashes of light, attacking from all directions with swords wrapped in strong qi.
There was no gate of life. It couldn’t be seen.
It was a wall made of death itself.
They sensed the death of the White-Robed Divine Dragon.
“This is the Grand Creation Palace Unobstructed Sword Formation!”
The moment the blade touched the tip of my nose, I sent a signal.
[Now.]
At that instant, Yeo Ha-ryun struck the ground with his fist.
Black Dragon Shattering Fist.
Yeo Ha-ryun’s variation.
Extreme Hardness Dark Light Flash Fist–!
In an instant, a tremendous roar and shockwave rushes forth.
Kwaaaaaang–!
The moment his fist infused with qi struck the ground, the earth itself shattered, sending fragments flying in all directions.
A cloud of dust rose up uniformly over the destroyed terrain.
‘Hehe, the Icy Sword was just a feint, you know.’
The maximum duration of the Sword of Boundless Void’s full power was brief.
Moreover, while the opponent’s movements became dramatically faster, it didn’t grant them the cognitive abilities of someone at Hwagyeong.
In truth, trying to match him with pure strength was a losing battle.
No matter that Yeo Ha-ryun was Cheon Sal-seong and had reached Hwagyeong, he couldn’t win through strength alone.
But if one used wisdom instead of strength, a way to break through existed.
That was exactly what I was doing right now.
‘Most Gangho martial artists would try to carve a path through the Sword of Boundless Void with their blades… but that leads to lacerations, you fools! And I’d have to treat them again!’
Just thinking about carrying someone I’d just cut down after the match all the way to the Baekrin Medical Institute made me realize this wasn’t the kind of thing a person should do.
Though the swordsmen were enhanced by the Sword of Boundless Void, this way they’d lose sight of my and Yeo Ha-ryun’s movements for just an instant.
The moment I thrust the Icy Sword into the ground.
What I pulled out were dozens of steel spheres.
Yeo Ha-ryun’s eyes widened.
‘This crazy hyeong is still pursuing non-lethal methods even now.’
What infused the steel spheres wasn’t qi from inner strength.
Just sword qi at that level.
Someone at an unstable Hwagyeong level infused sword qi just enough to avoid fatal wounds, then prepared the Finger Flick of Heaven’s Penetration.
In less than 0.01 seconds.
A playful smile hung at the corner of my mouth.
Five Elements Divine Art application.
Five Elements Lightning Qi Projectile–!
Lightning qi clung to the steel spheres.
By combining the energies of the Five Elements, one could create lightning qi.
Destroying the ground and shaking the formation array. The shaken formation weakened, blocking movement, obscuring vision with dust, and the explosion sound made hearing unreliable in that situation.
In that gap where sound itself couldn’t be heard properly.
That moment.
My lightning qi projectiles shot out in all directions.
Ping ping ping ping–!
It was a barrage of steel spheres containing lightning qi.
The moment they blocked the steel spheres pouring down like a downpour with their blades.
Crackle–!
The electricity traveled along the blade and electrocuted the opponent.
Electricity burrowing in to contract and stiffen muscles was a type of attack that even the most accomplished inner strength masters couldn’t easily resist.
This process was brutally swift and brutally precise.
In that short span, martial artists began collapsing one after another.
“Krraaaagh!”
Martial combat inevitably produces casualties the longer it drags on, and I had no intention of simply watching that happen.
The Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong that had reached Hwagyeong devoured martial techniques, devoured them, devoured them, and playfully extended its branches ever outward.
Suppressing his sword energy and instead channeling lightning force to strike them down one by one in an instant—it was a sight that could only be called spectacular.
Yeo Ha-ryun was not one to miss such an opportunity.
Cheonma Divine Art.
Yeo Ha-ryun’s variation.
Cheonma Soul Severance—!
Ordinarily a technique that should tear limbs apart, but Yeo Ha-ryun deliberately concealed and weakened the martial art’s origins as much as possible.
He interfered with the opponent’s movements through formless qi, binding their body momentarily, then approached and tore at their limbs!
“Ryun?”
“….”
Crunch—!
At his hyeong’s words, he simply dislocated joints.
Without seeing blood, Cheon Sal-seong’s throat grew dry.
However, he could not reveal such ominous killing intent, so he could only suppress it again and again.
I thought to myself.
‘Tsk, truly the protagonist. Sent three more flying in an instant.’
No matter how much optimal effect one received within the Great Spear Palace’s Unobstructed Sword Formation.
It could not compare to Yeo Ha-ryun who had reached Hwagyeong.
And not just any Hwagyeong—but the protagonist!
Six remained.
As the dust settled, Yeo Ha-ryun and I stood upon the shattered stones.
To be precise, Yeo Ha-ryun was standing, while I crouched down to examine the joints he had dislocated.
“Oh, truly you! You did it cleanly.”
“Hyeong. Stop.”
Yeo Ha-ryun shook his head in disapproval.
Only then did I rise to my feet.
The remaining six stood frozen in shock at what the two of us had just accomplished in an instant.
“Insane… in this world….”
“Are they even human…?”
“Monsters, they’re monsters!”
I laughed at ease, hands tucked into both sleeves.
“I believe this level of resolution should suffice… but do you require more?”
The Great Spear Palace’s Unobstructed Sword Formation.
Collapsed.
Everyone swallowed hard in the face of this surreal sight.
The formation that had just been declared would mean death without the Three Elites now crumbled before merely two Hwagyeong masters.
It meant the pride of the Namgung Family had been shattered.
Shing—
Namgung Cheong drawing his sword was, in a sense, inevitable.
“Hehehehe… to think such a thing would occur. Crude as it may be, how about a one-on-one duel with this one?”
Was it a matter of face?
From a lesser perspective, it’s foolish and petty, but from a greater perspective, it’s a wise choice.
After all, the Gangho operates on the principle of the strong preying upon the weak.
Since I’ve so easily dismantled the Namgung Family’s inspection, I cannot simply send them back without a scratch.
It’s absurd to say, but even I acknowledge this action as sordid—yet it was also an extremely rational response.
“Then do it. Ha-ryun, fall back….”
At that moment, Yeo Ha-ryun answered.
“Let me handle it, hyeong.”
[Hmm. You won’t kill him, right?]
Because of Cheon Sal-seong, my eyes had grown slightly cold.
Yeo Ha-ryun answered.
[I must endure. Isn’t that training? I can’t have you substitute for me in every instance….]
[If you lose yourself, I’ll stop you.]
[That’s quite reassuring, hyeong.]
Whether he spoke in earnest or jest, I couldn’t tell, but Yeo Ha-ryun stepped forward with those words.
“So the Baek-ui Sinryong won’t intervene. Whoever comes, I cannot show mercy in combat.”
Jin Cheon-hee answered.
“I understand. This one is quite strong, so please don’t hold back and beat him thoroughly.”
The two martial artists took their stances at a distance from each other.
Jin Cheon-hee sat between them, at a slight remove, as if refereeing.
Jin Cheon-hee clapped his hands.
Clap!
“Then let us begin.”
The moment those words ended, Namgung Cheong unleashed the Emperor’s Sword Form.
Kugruguk—
The invisible pressure created by Hwagyeong surged forward.
However, it was not meant to constrain another’s movements, but to strengthen oneself.
Conversely, what Yeo Ha-ryun employed was the Cheonma Divine Art.
Cheonma Supremacy—!
Kugruguk!
Namgung Cheong cried out at the familiar technique.
“This is the Cheonma Divine Art! Has Baekrin Medical Institute joined hands with the Demon Sect!”
Jin Cheon-hee answered to that.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s the martial art of the Black Sword Sect, passed down through a single lineage.”
“…That’s right. It’s the Black Sword Sect’s martial art.”
The two brothers answered with perfect composure.
Jin Cheon-hee spoke.
“Furthermore, did you not make a sworn agreement under the name of the Namgung Family?”
Yeo Ha-ryun spoke.
“Even without that, the single-lineage martial arts often cause misunderstandings, which is frustrating.”
This was a necessary deception, a sleight of hand. But even if Namgung Cheong claimed here that Yeo Ha-ryun was the Minor Sect Leader of the Demon Sect, there was no evidence.
The Cheonma Divine Art wasn’t reduced to a free resource like the martial techniques of the Jeongal Family, which faced near-total annihilation—or was practically treated as such.
Ultimately, one gauges their opponent’s level through actual combat experience—whether in friendly matches or life-or-death duels where blades are crossed.
With Namgung Cheong’s current practical experience, it was difficult to pinpoint the truth accurately.
The Namgung Family was a great clan, but unlike the Wudang Sect, Huashan, or Shaolin, they didn’t operate around any religious doctrine.
The Eight Great Families moved purely for profit, and among them, the Namgung Family was arguably the most zealous in pursuing financial gain.
He had crossed blades with heterodox sects many times, but clashing with the Demonic Cult was comparatively rare.
Moreover, Yeo Ha-ryun was subtly twisting the Demonic Cult’s martial techniques in his own way.
This created confusion, as there were similarities to the techniques of the heterodox sects as well.
Even if he understood the theory behind the Ilwol Singyeo’s sword techniques, his practical instincts fell far short—making it difficult for him to judge this clearly.
That left only one option.
Call upon other senior martial artists with extensive practical experience against the Demonic Cult.
But doing so would escalate the matter.
‘A promise. And face.’
Breaking the sword inspection and still challenging him to a one-on-one duel was already spitting on his own honor—but to break an oath sworn in the family’s name?
Namgung Cheong’s face bore the weight of dozens—no, hundreds—of conflicting concerns.

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