Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 376

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Chapter 376
Flash!
At that same instant, Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes blazed with light like luminous pearls.
The radiance intensified steadily, until it appeared as though light itself was pouring forth from his eyes.
Jade Luminescence.
A phenomenon that manifested as the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong reached its peak activation!
Furthermore, Jin Cheon-hee unleashed the supreme martial art he had cultivated to its zenith.
Transcendent Heartless Martial Way—Benevolence and Righteousness.
The contours of Dang-a’s musculature, the twist of her bones, the position of her gaze.
My Five Senses, honed to their absolute limit, began recording every detail.
It was neither the martial way of Gangho nor the thinking patterns of Gangho.
The alien yet rational thought patterns of a modern person dissected Dang-a’s intentions as methodically as consuming them whole.
‘Slowly, it becomes clear.’
Dang-a was certainly one who had attained enlightenment and ascended to Hwagyeong. Yet that did not mean she had shed her humanity.
So long as she remained bound by bone, flesh, and blood, every action would be laid bare before me.
Therefore, I began to gradually predict even the ever-changing, myriad transformations of her whip’s movements.
As a result.
Crash!
The whip writhed like a dragon, slamming down upon the earth.
The azure stones of the training ground crumbled to powder, fragments scattering like smoke.
Yet the black dragon did not cease, continuing its dance.
In that space between, Jin Cheon-hee swayed with elegant grace, like a butterfly fluttering through the air with billowing sleeves.
As I evaded the whip that thrashed about like a dragon, destroying everything around it, the urgency from before had vanished, replaced by composure.
With the most minimal of movements, I advanced forward while dodging the whip.
Dang-a’s eyes widened dramatically at the sight.
She witnessed movement that preceded the whip itself.
That manner of traversal—less walking than divining position—could not be explained merely by saying her lightness skill had reached its apex.
“Ha! Truly, you are my worthy adversary! A being destined by fate itself! To evade my Poison Dragon Whip Technique with such ease! Then taste this as well! Poison Dragon Ascension!”
‘Poison Dragon Ascension. In game terms, this would be phase two.’
My Five Senses, honed to their absolute limit, calmly contemplated this absurd thought even amid the urgent situation.
So excessively composed it was almost ridiculous.
As Jin Cheon-hee thought of gaming terminology, the whip that had been wildly lashing outward snapped back toward Dang-a.
Then, around her body, it began spinning in a helix at tremendous speed, producing a terrifying sonic boom.
It was a single vortex.
A sight that truly deserved to be called a dragon’s ascension!
“Here I come!”
As Dang-a charged forward in that state, it resembled a dragon rushing with its maw agape.
Moreover.
‘The power is tremendous, yet she hasn’t even wrapped it in inner force?’
The formidable might of the Poison Dragon Ascension technique was evident merely from observation.
From the start, the Yongrin Whip was a divine weapon, and by converting poison force into internal energy, it gained explosive destructive power.
Pouring vast reserves of inner force into it meant everything the whip caught shattered into fragments.
Not destruction from the mere condensation of pure energy like qi, but pure physical violence!
“Excellent! Come at me!”
I shouted the promised line from martial arts novels and drew the Bing Jeong Sword.
Then, meeting Dang-a’s eyes directly, I extended my feet in a straight line forward.
It was neither mysterious nor peculiar footwork.
I simply charged forward honestly and extended my sword.
And that blade pierced through the gaps of the whip rotating in a spiral.
Whirrrrip!
Simultaneously, my body lifted into the air and rotated in a helical pattern.
Bewilderment flickered across Dang-a’s face.
“What?! My storm vortex scattered?!”
‘This power couldn’t be mocked as adolescent delusion, Dang-a. If this had been used at the Yongbong Gathering, many would have died.’
It was no wonder the Hyeolpyeon-wang existed.
One could only mock someone being consumed by darkness created by hormones if they lacked the capability themselves.
But this power made even my spine tingle with unease.
Boom!
A sudden explosion.
Simultaneously, the whip’s movement ceased and scattered defenseless in all directions.
And I descended with my blade against Dang-a’s throat.
“Shall we stop here?”
“Huh…?! H-how did you break through my technique?”
“Lady Dang’s Poison Dragon Ascension was certainly a fearsome technique… However.”
I paused for a moment.
“The spiral rotation was too monotonous, and for someone with the ability to match that speed, it’s possible to exploit the gaps without resisting the flow. After that, you simply need to apply resistance to the rotation to unwind it.”
An explanation as simple as possible, utterly pragmatic without a single metaphor or symbol.
I worried whether Dang-a could immediately understand the explanation, but it was needless concern.
“Kugh… So that was it. That was my immaturity!”
Dang-a lowered her head and clenched her fists tightly.
“I… lost!”
Thus the match ended.
“Kekeke! Just you wait! Veiled Madman!”
Upon hearing Dang-a’s final words, the observers from the Sichuan Dang Family all crouched their bodies like bears, and except for encountering their past selves… it was quite an excellent match.
It was a rather splendid bout.
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“Whew~ The gossips are going to love this, aren’t they~?”
“Ugh, my whole body aches.”
Contrary to my confident expression, the moment I arrived at the separate quarters, I was already tapping my back against the wooden pillar.
“Brother, what are you doing?”
“It’s back tapping.”
“What’s that?”
Ah, kids these days… No, wait. Do people in the martial world not do back tapping much?
Back in my previous life, I used to think that if you were going to do this, you might as well use a foam roller to properly stretch your spine instead of tapping your back.
But at some point, ever since I became Jin Cheon-hee… or rather, Professor Jin, I found myself unconsciously tapping my back against a tree at the spring water spot after hiking.
It was strange since I didn’t even hike that frequently.
Of course, if I did it too hard, it could actually cause a herniated disc, so I just tapped gently like I was massaging it, but for some reason, it felt refreshing afterward.
It was a kind of refreshment that science couldn’t explain.
I was doing that same thing now with my young body after my rebirth.
“Was Dang-a really struggling that much?”
“Don’t even mention it. The current Dang-a is probably twice as strong as Namgung Un?”
“Namgung Un hasn’t reached Hwagyeong yet, right?”
“Right. From what I’ve sensed, his body and qi seem to be already in place. Well, that’s possible too.”
Unlike Dang-a who had rushed forward, he still hadn’t broken through that wall.
Or rather, it felt more like he hadn’t chosen to, because he still hadn’t decided what his sword truly was.
There was no need to live fiercely for his family, nor did he have any burning desire to be first.
He didn’t even harbor inferiority by comparing himself to others and finding himself lacking.
Since he hadn’t determined where his sword should point, breaking through the wall was naturally impossible.
‘If this were the original story’s blood calamity situation, I would have rushed forward desperately.’
As the Namgung Family members died one by one, Namgung Un would have had to grasp his sword by force.
But now, he had time to compose himself at leisure.
Still, objectively speaking, Dang-a’s growth was unusual. And Namgung Un remained one of the strongest of his generation without question.
‘Even when the family elders scolded Namgung Un by comparing him to Dang-a, he just remained carefree.’
He should probably reduce his pursuit of leisurely pleasures a bit. But well, that’s part of his nature too.
“The martial world will be in quite a stir now. Quite a stir indeed.”
“Is it that impressive?”
“Hmm. It is impressive. Hyeolpyeon-wang is known to have difficulty even enduring a single exchange. No one would say your brother falls short of being among the top ten masters under heaven.”
‘I’m just doing this on cheat codes, after all.’
Jin Cheon-hee thought this while leisurely tapping his back.
Thump, thump!
The sight of a strikingly young, handsome man tapping his back against a pillar with the posture of a middle-aged hiking enthusiast was quite a spectacle.
Sama Hyeon recorded his brother’s actions with his eyes and asked.
“You’re hitting the sides, not the middle of your back?”
“Right, hitting directly on the spine isn’t good. It feels better to loosen the muscles on both sides.”
“The match with Dang-a must have been really tough.”
“…Yes. If I had made even one wrong judgment, I would have died.”
Died. Not severe injury, but death—I didn’t expect my brother to use such an expression now.
Sama Hyeon looked startled.
“To that extent…?”
“Yes. Strong to that degree. In fact, strong enough that I comprehended new martial arts through fighting her. Strong enough that a single point from me could lead to her enlightenment.”
“I didn’t sense any such signs.”
“Well… is enlightenment only achieved through complete rebirth and entering the profound samadhi? Even without such grandiose transformations, small insights accumulate and lead there. That flow…”
I trailed off, unable to continue.
I couldn’t bring myself to say that he shared something in common with my Master.
Baek Rin-ui-seon was in the same position.
The Baek Rin-ui-seon standing before me now was a completely different warrior than when I first met him.
His insights had grown profound, yet there was no single dramatic breakthrough to speak of.
Day after day, renewed.
Simply improving bit by bit with each passing day.
But therein lay the problem—while the mediocre crawled forward at that pace, the genius sprinted.
‘Tomorrow’s Dang-a will be far stronger than today’s Dang-a. Just like my Master.’
It was truly fortunate that such a Dang-a regarded me as a friend.
“Dang-a did pick quite a few fights here and there.”
“That’s usually how the rankings of the strong in Gangho are determined.”
There’s no level system or combat measurement device.
Ultimately, in the martial world, connoisseurs establish their own rankings of martial prowess based on who fought whom and who won.
“Speaking of which, I heard the Namgung Family’s Gaju and the Bota Clan’s Abis exchanged challenge letters. Why haven’t we heard anything about it?”
Sama Hyeon answered.
“I heard they exchanged blades. A life-or-death duel at that.”
“What?”
Yet both of them emerged unscathed and uninjured.
When asked who won, Sama Hyeon chuckled.
“No idea. Both sides kept it sealed, so even the most devoted connoisseurs would struggle to determine the victor.”
“Will today’s battle spread far and wide?”
“With so many witnesses, it’s bound to spread~ Brother. Besides, the Hyeolpyeon-wang is aggressive by nature, so everyone knows she tries to fight all those she deems strong. She has many enemies.”
“Dang-a is a good child. Hyeon-a.”
“I know, but she has many grudges. Since the Hyeolpyeon-wang herself pursued that path, this news will spread even wider.”
I nodded at those words.
“Aren’t you worried? Hearing that the Hyeolpyeon-wang lost, martial artists bearing grudges might come seeking duels with her one after another.”
“Worried about what…? Tomorrow’s Dang-a will be far stronger than today’s Dang-a. Goodness, I’m most worried about myself.”
Where would I find the capacity to concern myself with others?
‘And I gained some insights of my own this time.’
Different from the enlightenment Dang-a or my Master achieved, but I did gain something from this life-or-death duel.
I replayed the recent duel in my mind, patting my back.
Thump, thump, thump.
It had been quite a mad spectacle.

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