Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 375

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Chapter 375
I calculated things that far and decided to face Dang-a’s passionate spirit head-on.
“Understood! I will learn from you.”
Thinking of my generation, I should have added ‘^^’ marks at the end.
But as I clenched my fingers one by one and made a proper cracking sound, Dang-a’s expression brightened with joy.
‘Hmm. I suppose that’s the right answer.’
* * *
The Dang Family’s training grounds.
The two of us took our positions in the center.
Sama Hyeon and several masters from the Dang Family also came to observe.
Once the formal duel began, there would surely be more spectators.
The more onlookers, the better.
The more people watching, the more the Head of the Dang Family would understand that I had gone to such lengths for Dang-a’s diagnosis.
‘Why am I expressing this with a sword anyway? I am….’
A slight sense of despair washed over me, but I decided to think of it as my duty as a doctor of the Gangho.
Dang-a unfastened the whip hanging at her waist.
Crack!
“Since this is a life-or-death duel, I’ll use both my whip and poison at once. Is that acceptable?”
“I accept.”
Was this the right sentiment? It was hard to tell.
Anyway, as I spoke with emphasis on each syllable, Dang-a looked even happier than before.
Several Elders wrapped their arms around themselves and crouched like shrimp.
I deliberately ignored the bizarre groans that erupted from them.
“Well then… here I go!”
Dang-a moved first.
The whip.
A whip as a weapon was inherently far more difficult than a sword or spear.
A weapon that moved through centrifugal force and inertia.
When the Gangho added the energy called Qi and began controlling it like a serpent, it became even more complex.
And on top of that, the Dang Family’s secret technique: the Doreban Samyang Simdog Gong!
Among poison cultivation techniques that build inner power by consuming poison, when reaching the Hwagyeong stage, even poison force could be converted into inner force, displaying strength far more formidable than ordinary warriors.
‘Simply put, having one unit of poison cultivation is equivalent to having three units of inner cultivation.’
In other words.
Accumulating one tier through poison cultivation could produce power equivalent to three tiers!
If considering only the pure force of inner power itself, the Dang Family’s martial arts were difficult to match in the Gangho.
However, there were severe side effects proportional to this (changes in temperament), and the difficulty of advancing one’s level was extreme (reaching Hwagyeong was difficult), which was the problem.
Yet Dang-a was the greatest genius in Dang Family history!
She had surpassed all of this at a young age in a single leap.
‘Of course… every martial art has a counter-method.’
A blue light gleamed in my eyes.
Dang-a found those coolly gleaming eyes utterly irritating, yet she pressed her assault forward.
I evaded Dang-a’s attacks while calmly calculating my next move.
‘The Doban Samyang Heart Poison Technique works by detonating poison force through inner energy in bursts, so maintaining triple power for an extended period is impossible.’
Let me understand it in earthly terms.
The Dang Family’s martial arts were like an automobile engine.
The poison technique continuously exploded within, and the tremendous pressure generated thereby perpetually drove the cylinders—that is, the inner energy—upward.
This was how they could achieve triple power.
Once poison force was detonated like this, it couldn’t be used for at least a day.
However, there were no other side effects.
This was why the Dang Sect could pride itself on their martial arts being righteous.
If it left irreversible scars, it would be no different from demonic or heretical techniques.
‘That’s not all. Because it’s poison technique, the poison itself can be said to be formidable. Those who ascend to Hwagyeong through the Doban Samyang Heart Poison Technique can achieve Formless Poison.’
Colorless, odorless, tasteless.
One could poison an opponent without them ever noticing.
However, it wasn’t quite at the legendary level where poisoning meant certain death.
Even at the level of Hundred Poisons Cannot Penetrate, one could resist up to half the potency of Formless Poison.
I knew this setting from reading novels, and the detailed information was also something my Master had personally collected at the Baekrin Medical Guild.
Kwaaaang!
I dodged Dang-a’s whip by a paper’s thickness.
With each breath, I felt the aura of Formless Poison, but the Five Elements Mutual Destruction Poison activated and purified the toxin.
I could now resist the Formless Poison of the Doban Samyang Heart Poison Technique.
But what if she used the extreme poisons created by the Dang Family instead of poison techniques from within my body?
‘Can I actually counter the Dang Family’s secret poison techniques?’
Speaking of it as if it were someone else’s matter, I calmly evaded Dang-a’s opening move.
Dang-a spoke.
“The Dragon Scale Whip—a divine weapon said to be woven from dragon scales! To evade it shows some skill! This weapon alone is sturdy enough to withstand sword force!”
Watching Dang-a explain the divine weapon’s properties unprompted… I felt grateful.
‘Dang-a, thank you for laying it all out.’
All of this was thanks to drawing upon that sentiment from back then in my heart.
“Truly formidable! A divine weapon of darkness!”
At my response… suddenly one Elder coughed up blood and collapsed.
“Cough! I remembered what was said when we first ventured into the Gangho!”
“Elder Dangho is coughing blood! Elder!”
I deliberately averted my gaze.
Dang-a had never paid attention to the surrounding spectators anyway.
“Hahaha! The characteristic is that when you infuse inner energy, it becomes so hard it completely ignores force! Can you truly overcome this divine weapon!”
“A divine weapon of darkness! Truly terrifying!”
“Roar! Black Dragon—!!”
With Dang-a’s command, this time three Elders collapsed.
“Ugh! I remembered the first Dragon Phoenix Convergence!”
“The memories of my youth that I worked so hard to seal away!”
“Someone kill that version of me from back then! Right now! Hurry!”
Crash-boom-boom-boom!
A whip tore through the training grounds, drowning out the screams of the Elders.
‘I had a suspicion, but it’s exactly as the Jicheon Cheonma Yongrin Whip setting describes. With sword energy alone, I won’t even scratch it?’
Thanks for the intel, Dang-a.
I rolled away from the whip that came at me like a tempest.
Divine weapons by nature can block most sword energy anyway.
Among those, the upper-tier weapons can ‘partially’ withstand strong energy, while the highest-grade divine weapons have durability that ‘ignores’ strong energy entirely.
The Yongrin Whip was thankfully not the highest tier, but it was upper-tier among divine weapons.
When infused with inner energy, it could even block sword force with just sword energy alone.
And now it was being wielded by a master of Hwagyeong who used sword force.
‘The Gaju really treasures Dang-a. My Hyungjeong Sword is also a divine weapon, but it’s only average among divine weapons…’
Dang-a swung the whip wildly at me and shouted.
“And the martial arts I’ll use are the Doban Samyang Heart Poison Technique and the Dang Family Poison Dragon Whip! But don’t worry—I won’t use the Dang clan’s poison on the whip! Now, draw your Hyungjeong Sword!”
‘Then I only need to face the formless poison created by Dang-a’s poison techniques.’
Thank you, Dang-a. This professor is getting teary-eyed at your kindness.
Every time you swing that whip, my bones ache. Really.
Contrary to my passionate expression, my heart was that of a worn-out adult.
But I couldn’t let my expression slip.
Shing.
I finally drew the Hyungjeong Sword.
Then I responded to Dang-a’s words.
“This is the Hyungjeong Sword. And the martial arts I’ll use are the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong and the Taeul Danseonggeom. Can the darkness of the Dang clan truly stop me, or, not!? Hah!”
“Kyaaaah!”
At my words, the Gaju suddenly coughed up blood.
Probably the darkness she tried so hard to forget was stirring within her.
Of course, that wasn’t my concern.
Judging by how she was punching walls and floors over her dark history, she seemed plenty healthy—no need to worry about her going mad.
And so the life-or-death battle where the spectators suffered more internal injuries than the combatants themselves began in earnest.
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Dang-a’s whip was powerful and devastating.
It seemed almost like a living creature with consciousness.
Whether the legend that it was made from dragon scales was true, the whip looked more like a dragon than a weapon.
The whip came flying down in a vertical thrust.
‘If I dodge here, it’ll curve and snatch my neck.’
There were almost no late-stage experts who could withstand Dang-a’s first move.
Even Namgung Un would probably have to concede one move to Dang-a.
‘But… I have to dodge. If I take it head-on, my spine will split in two.’
I calmly evaded the attack.
Whoosh!
Just as I anticipated, the whip transformed along my evasion path.
My variation technique.
Cheongi Miribu of the Three Calamities–!
It resembled the Samjae technique at first glance, but the footwork I employed was closer to Miribu.
As I claimed advantageous positioning against the transformed whip, it twisted its trajectory once more, hurtling toward my spine.
I evaded again at high speed.
Crack crack crack!
The whip lashed through the air as if grinding it to dust.
The whip’s wave!
‘Damn it, Dang-a. She really intends to kill me. This is serious!’
I nearly died from provocation at the Namgung Family, but here I seemed destined to perish while accommodating Dang-a’s condition.
The term “life-or-death duel” was no exaggeration.
Within that whip’s wave, I twisted my body.
The Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong traced silver ripples following my steps.
Like a paper boat navigating a ravine, I evaded without sinking—dodging, dodging, evading relentlessly.
For blind spots I couldn’t escape, the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong became an oar, striking back.
Clang!
My wrist throbbed.
Even with my current strength and external martial power, this opponent was formidable.
‘So this is what they mean by the Dang Family’s prodigy.’
Yet the paper boat never ceased its forward motion.
To stop was to sink, and that meant death.
“Impressive! Is the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong perceiving all my movements!?”
Dang-a grasped the insight immediately, and characteristically voiced it aloud.
“Ho, I didn’t expect you to perceive irregular movements to this degree.”
She withdrew her whip once and prepared her second technique.
“Can you evade the Seat’s next attack then!?”
Dang Sect secret technique.
Dang-a’s application.
Poison Dragon Wave Dance–!
True to its meaning of a poison dragon dancing like ripples, the whip created dozens of afterimages and began destroying everything around me.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
‘No… she’s using the whip as a surface, not a line?’
Like a shotgun blast, the whip flew forth, shattering everything in all directions.
‘Even one hit means at minimum fractures, internal ruptures. Ahhhhh!’
Had the Dang Family’s star ever shone this brilliantly?
I began evading with the resolve to die.

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