Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 394

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Chapter 394
In that instant, the martial artists of Baekrin Uiseon simultaneously drew their bows.
Archery was taught with even stricter discipline than swordsmanship.
The sight of everyone drawing their bows in unison was quite spectacular.
Twang—
The bowstrings stretched to their limits, singing the song of war.
When I gave a hand signal, Man Seon shouted.
“Fire!”
Whistle whistle whistle—!
Arrows pierced through the formation and rained down upon those who had learned the demonic arts of Odok Mundobeul.
In the chaos of battle, a storm of arrows descended.
Though we aimed at Bumun-ju’s forces, that didn’t mean the Mun-ju faction’s warriors escaped unscathed. Arrows have no eyes, after all.
‘If the Magi are truly behind this, every moment of delay means more casualties. And though Bumun-ju isn’t a true Hyeongyeong, he’s temporarily strengthened his body with demonic power. If I give him time to act, complete annihilation is inevitable.’
Bumun-ju urgently shouted toward Baekrin Uiseon.
“Attack! These cowards resort to archery!”
I spoke.
“Curved shot, southeast with the wind!”
“Prepare the Thunder Dragon arrows. Southeast! Fire!”
Arrows infused with lightning energy flew toward the demonic cultists and struck home.
With the formation disrupting their trajectory, arrows carrying thunderous force rained down like a deluge—for Oudokmun’s warriors, it was a taste of death.
Thus we continued to reduce their numbers, whittling them down.
“Third volley!”
“Third volley! Fire!”
Blood from the demonic cultists began pooling in the small stream.
No matter how righteous the cause of protecting people, dizziness washed over me.
Yet those around me could never know.
I remained as steadfast as always, and as long as my blue eyes watched over them, victory belonged to Baekrin Uiseon!
In that moment, Bumun-ju drew his curved blade.
“Gah—! Such petty tricks!”
With his powerful energy, trees and rocks began shattering simultaneously.
The formation was destroyed from all directions.
Crash crash crash!
As the formation that had clouded their senses was broken, Bumun-ju immediately began making sounds through his teeth, summoning his poisonous insects.
Hissss—!
In an instant, the prepared poisonous insects answered Bumun-ju’s command and blackened the ground.
“Good heavens… he’s controlling that many poisonous insects?”
I spoke.
“Cover your ears! Since we’re dealing with a formidable opponent, I can’t hold back.”
“Hyeong?”
[Don’t worry. Hyeon-a, leave the rest to me.]
At those words, Jin Cheon-hee matched him without backing down, unleashing a lion’s roar infused with inner energy.
It was less a sound produced by human vocal cords and more like the mountain itself crying out in fury.
At the sound Jin Cheon-hee released, both sides of the battlefield staggered, blood streaming from their ears. In that moment, Jin Cheon-hee launched his body forward.
The Frost Blade sliced through the air, scattering crystalline ice.
Amid the venomous insects lying on their backs with bellies exposed, the figure of Bumun-ju became visible.
Indeed, under the influence of demonic energy, his eyes were already soaked in madness, with blood vessels bulging prominently red across the whites.
I brought my blade down lightly toward him.
Clang!
First exchange.
Jin Cheon-hee spoke.
“Since you made the first move, I propose we settle this with a duel between the two of us. Of course, a life-or-death match.”
“Kekeke, so the Soggakju of Baekrin Medical Guild has no martial prowess? I accept.”
The duel was accepted.
The martial artists of Oudokmun who were preparing to attack stepped back, and the warriors of Baekrin Medical Guild also withdrew.
In Gangho, if a faction’s representative doesn’t accept a duel, morale plummets drastically.
Soon after, the veins visible beneath Bumun-ju’s skin writhed, stained with something pitch black. Was what flowed beneath those blood vessels blood, or poison?
Jin Cheon-hee couldn’t tell, but I unleashed the next strike.
Taeul Danseonggeom Ice Realm.
Swift Blade First Form.
Cold Heaven Martial Might Strong.
The frigid energy concentrated at the blade’s tip cut through empty space at tremendous speed. In that instant, Bumun-ju threw a punch as if he’d been waiting, deliberately grazing it against the Frost Blade.
‘A soft fist technique?’
Shing!
The cold energy tore through Bumun-ju’s flesh and blood spurted forth. Yet from that wound, poison vapor rose instead of blood.
‘Ah, I see. That Magi from the Tiger Clan unleashed something like this. Back then it was merely poison liquid dripping, but now it’s become complete poison vapor.’
He was the one who had pushed his inner energy to the brink of berserk rampage during a friendly sparring match with Jin Cheon-hee.
I recalled how poison liquid had dripped from his weapon, corroding the ground beneath.
‘So Mayasuri had also learned demonic cultivation.’
I had thought Oudokmun was merely the Tiger Clan’s poison sect technique, but it seemed there was more to it.
‘From the start, they never intended to hide it. Of course not. With so many followers under Bumun-ju, what would they have to fear?’
Bumun-ju pressed forward, wielding Tiger Claw strikes against Jin Cheon-hee.
Clang clang clang!
His form resembled a massive tiger, and each time the Tiger Claw met the Frost Blade, the blade’s edge shifted to a violet hue.
“The synergy is tremendous when demonic energy combines with Oudokmun’s poison.”
Everyone from Baekrin Medical Guild watched the two battle with anxious expressions.
Most troubling was that the Frost Blade couldn’t withstand the poison assault.
With Oudokmun’s poison that could melt stone combined with demonic energy’s influence, it was poison among poisons—the ultimate toxin.
“An ordinary blade would have corroded away by now.”
“But even if we block the attacks, what good does it do?”
“Vicious. Absolutely vicious!”
If Jin Cheon-hee were to suffer a grave injury here, this war would be lost.
What Jin Cheon-hee did then was take two steps backward and sheathe the Bing Jeong Sword back into its scabbard.
Clang—
He assumed the basic draw-sword stance, fixing his gaze upon his opponent.
“Surely you don’t believe you can suppress me with mere tricks of striking second while appearing first? Kuhuk, how naive. Truly inexperienced!”
“….”
Jin Cheon-hee did not respond.
He merely fixed his blue eyes upon his opponent.
“Since it has come to this, I shall tear you to shreds. Let me show you that poison is the fastest path to demonhood!”
“Oh, that’s quite similar to what my close younger brother thinks. Though I’ll never introduce you two.”
“Die!”
Bumun-ju’s massive frame rushed toward Jin Cheon-hee like a tiger pouncing on its prey.
Jin Cheon-hee’s blue eyes captured his opponent’s movements as if photographing them in rapid succession.
Within a world slightly faster than others.
The young man’s Oseng analyzed and clarified his movements.
‘On the surface, it appears to be merely a straight thrust, but in truth, it’s a thrust utilizing rotational force. Dodging it means death, and blocking it means death as well.’
A more meticulous fellow than appearances suggest.
The blue-eyed young man, having calculated that much, glided forward smoothly.
Taegeuk Hye Sword defensive form.
Taeul Danseonggeom draw-sword technique.
The Poison Gate’s dual-origin single blade—!
Merely by drawing the sword, the young man’s hands contained the profound mysteries of offense and defense as one.
Yet a smile lingered at the corners of Bumun-ju’s mouth.
‘No matter what, a blade tainted by poison cannot possibly withstand it.’
In that instant, the scabbard was kicked away and the blade burst forth, exhaling frigid air.
It was a blade as white as a glacier.
Kaaaaang!
Cutting precisely across his forearm and chest, advancing three steps forward!
Pure white radiance untainted by poison severed the poison mist.
“How—!”
“Hmm, it was a bit shallow. Can’t be helped. I don’t use draw-sword techniques often.”
Following the sword path Jin Cheon-hee had traced, the sound wave resonated belatedly and tore through the air.
Piiing—
Merely three steps.
Yet three steps faster than sound itself.
Completing those three absolute steps, Jin Cheon-hee sheathed his sword once more.
“You. Your blade, which was clearly invaded by poison, has returned to its original state. What sorcery did you employ?”
“Sorcery? That’s too much.”
Jin Cheon-hee furrowed his brow and spoke thus.
“The Bing Jeong Sword is a martial treasure not simply because the blade is infused with frigid energy, but because the scabbard itself possesses the property of crystal.”
If a blade that endlessly exhales frigid energy is called “Bing” (氷), then where does the clarity and transparency of “Jing” (晶) originate?
The answer lay in the scabbard.
The scabbard purified what was tainted.
‘In the old days, I deliberately carried a scabbard made of deer leather to avoid exposing my identity, but now everyone recognizes me from a hundred meters away anyway.’
In any case, moving among so many martial artists, carrying the blade modestly as I once did was utterly pointless.
So I returned to carrying the original Bingjing Sword scabbard.
And as a result.
The true power of the Bingjing Sword (氷晶劍) was finally perfected.
Though poison spread in all directions, the Bingjing Sword traced silver lines without hesitation, tearing through everything.
Following the blade path created by the Bingjing Sword, large and small wounds were carved into him.
Splurt—
The swift three-step technique always moves faster than sound.
I sheathed the blade again, purifying the poison.
Clack—
And once more, I timed three precise steps to match his attacking rhythm!
Screech—!
I had not yet named this sword technique.
These three steps were merely the Samjae Step Method executed to its absolute limit of speed.
The frigid energy that burrowed in stole his momentum.
“So you don’t even care about poison entering through your breath. You bastard…!”
Jin Cheon-hee answered calmly.
“Living in Gangho, I’ve had plenty of opportunities to face poison masters.”
The Five Elements Mutual Destruction Poison.
Enduring Yo Cheon-gun’s poison, facing the Tang Family’s poison, and finally absorbing Odok Mundobeul’s poison—the Five Elements Mutual Destruction Poison within Jin Cheon-hee grew ever stronger.
Surpassing the Great Completion stage, it had begun to shed another layer.
Only now had Jin Cheon-hee reached a level where I could say I finally understood poison somewhat.
And finally.
The Bingjing Sword, neither soiled nor dulled, merely radiating crystalline light, slashed across his collarbone.
The blade that burrowed in sent frigid energy upward in an extreme swift slash!
Riiiiip—!
Half of Bumun-ju’s shoulder tore open.
Following the blade path of Jin Cheon-hee above it, black blood arced and spurted upward.
Clack—
Jin Cheon-hee sheathed the blade again and prepared the next technique.
Because I knew he would not give up here. And…
“Kekeke, is there such humiliation? Damn it…! That you would dare touch this body, a pure-blooded member of the clan!”
Bumun-ju swallowed his rage and spat out a black lump of blood.
Though murderous intent exploded alongside roaring power, Jin Cheon-hee merely observed him with an expressionless face.
‘Excluding poison mastery, his reaction speed and attacking techniques fall far short compared to Dang-a.’
Was I becoming like my Master?
No matter how intense the battle became, my mind remained as clear as a still mirror.
Perhaps the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong wouldn’t allow it otherwise, or perhaps Oseng, developed through Eungryong’s precious jade, made it so.
I anticipated the three moves I would unleash next, never allowing myself a moment of carelessness.
I precisely discerned which of the three moves I would execute next and took my stance without retreating even an inch.
I lowered my body and withdrew my right foot backward.
The Bingjeong Sword within its sheath sang out a crystalline note, as if reading its master’s intent.
The poison was neutralized within the sheath, and the blade, pristine once more, prepared itself for what came next.
Ice crystal seeks ice path.
“I will kill. I will kill. I will kill. I will slaughter you—aaaahhh! Krraaaagh!”
The veins across Bumun-ju’s body writhed like serpents. The blood vessels throughout his body, pulsing violently, finally couldn’t withstand the force and ruptured, spilling blood from his mouth.
Yet Bumun-ju paid it no mind.
Because black Magi continued to pour forth from him.
Demonic heart—the greatest weakness of demonic cultivation.
While orthodox martial arts valued composure like a still mirror, demonic cultivation attempted transcendence by feeding on intense human emotions.
This meant that in defeat, the heart was easily consumed by darkness.

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