Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 452

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Chapter 452
“I had only shared this with a select few loyal retainers. I never expected there to be a contingency plan.”
“Is that so? However, it seems the military commander overseeing the formation had prepared for such circumstances. The formation is proving far more resilient than anticipated.”
Ordinarily, the entire formation should have collapsed in a single blow.
A dragon unable to ascend to heaven falls while spilling blood.
Though I had anticipated catastrophic destruction, Jegalling was never the sort to place blind faith in humanity from the start.
Having deliberately left some margin for error in case such circumstances arose, the front lines were able to hold their ground.
“Hahaha, what does it matter? Is there anyone in this world who despises immortality?”
“There is not.”
“Precisely. Pungju-ha. Though you may believe yourself young now, you too shall wither with age. Become my wife.”
“But if immortality could be achieved through the blood of ten thousand people, many would refuse.”
“Huh?”
“You mad beast. Why do you think humans possess conscience?”
She spun the serpent spear in a complete circle.
Whoooosh!
The sound that emerged differed according to the power that controlled its weight.
“What does conscience matter, Pungju-ha? Surely you’re not about to utter such weakness—that killing ten thousand would leave one’s dreams troubled?”
“What difference do you think exists between beasts and humans?”
“Is that what you call conscience? How absurd!”
“Do you know what another word for conscience is?”
“What?”
“Soul.”
Boom!
Extreme yang energy erupted from the spear’s tip, resembling a miniature sun.
Kahuray Khan withstood her assault and answered.
“Soul? Then you’re saying I am a soulless beast?”
“I say this: one without conscience can never be a true sovereign. Governance, statecraft, administration—all these words require humanity as their foundation. I shall slaughter you.”
Within the intricate exchange of techniques, the two transcendent beings launched attacks upon one another.
“Krahaha! Then accept rule by a beast, Pungju-ha! Governance by a beast!”
“To you, your people are merely cattle and sheep. Like oxen with their ears pierced!”
“Is that wrong? That is governance! I cannot fathom why you would claim kingship without understanding this.”
With each exchange, she felt her body threatening to rupture.
Blood seeped from wounds not yet fully healed.
Still, Pungju-ha found solace in this.
Despite the betrayal, Jegalling’s final stratagem had inflicted considerable damage upon the Suksin Tribe as well.
Even should they claim victory in this battle, they would need to sacrifice at least one hundred thousand soldiers.
However.
‘I have no strength left to contemplate what comes after this battle.’
The same would be true for Kahuray Khan.
There were still many nomadic tribes who had not bowed their heads to the Suksin.
Ju Wang knows full well that if he achieves a great victory in this battle and ravages the northern territories of the empire, he will draw them in and become a true Khan.
‘…So I fight.’
Life is a process of resistance.
Humans resist from birth, flipping their bodies against the earth, defying their parents with “I hate this” far more than “I like this,” and skipping academy to resist studying.
From a military ruler’s perspective, such resistance must be irritating, but she understands.
That resistance is the very power to call what is wrong, wrong.
In a world where captives are seized to test new arrows and countless citizens are slaughtered for the ruler’s youth, what kind of life does such ‘resistance’ create?
“I killed all my brothers who would not tolerate a human existence. O King of the Suksin Tribe.”
Ju Wang laughed.
His teeth were stained a vivid crimson with blood, but it mattered not at all.
“Compared to that bloodline, you are nothing but a worm.”
Crackle, crackle, crackle—
Ju Wang’s right side burned with searing heat, while his left froze in bitter cold.
Yet all the imperial soldiers save her had already become cold corpses, and she was surrounded by ten thousand elite cavalry of the Suksin Tribe.
A situation on the verge of eruption!
Before her, Kahuray Khan sat astride a great black steed as magnificent as his own towering frame, looking down upon her.
“Your defeat is sealed. The fact that I ride a war horse—surely you understand what this means?”
Thud—
Properly trained war horses are typically treated as quasi-spiritual beasts.
But the horse the Khan rode was surely a true spiritual beast.
Having vanished without a trace until now, only to appear now, that steed was almost certainly sent by Hyeolseonggyo.
Moreover, having witnessed it chewing human flesh in the chaos of battle, that creature was no ordinary horse.
Horse spirit technique.
It is a martial art that grows far more powerful when paired with a horse.
Naturally, alongside a spiritual beast as mighty as the Great Black Horse, one could crush even a master of the highest caliber beneath its hooves.
Kahuray Khan, mounted upon such a steed, was a far more formidable opponent than when they had clashed before.
“Become my bride, Pungju-ha. This is my final offer. If you resist once more, I will surely kill you.”
“…Kekeke.”
Blood gurgles in her throat.
How terribly unfair.
Once, she moved a mountain.
Everyone pointed fingers, saying she was moving mountains with a spear like the foolish old man of old, yet she did it anyway.
It was never a question of whether one could move a mountain.
It was only ever a question of whether I would give up or endure during that process.
In the end, Pungju-ha succeeded.
And that memory became an asset for a lifetime.
“It is unfair, you see. Talent and effort together, yet killing a thousand people proves more efficient—how absurd.”
To rulers, Hyeolseonggyo is like the sweetest honey.
There are surely some who have defected even within the empire.
But what does that matter? What does any of it matter?
“Only one of the same kind can rise above another. You beast.”
She extended both hands, drawing in her power.
“And didn’t I say it? I refuse the ugly ones!”
The energies of extreme yin and extreme yang gathered ever more densely above her head.
Kuguguguung—
The Imperial Palace’s hidden treasure was the source of the imperial family’s power.
Those of the imperial bloodline who held authority gained the privilege of learning martial arts from nearly every major sect in the martial world.
The martial techniques most suited to her abilities were the Wudang Sect’s Supreme Tai Chi Divine Art and the Yang
Heart
Art.
Alongside these two absolute supreme techniques, she had also learned the Solar Divine Art and the Glacial White Divine Art as supplementary methods.
Was that all?
She had mastered everything, including the supreme techniques of the Hwangbo Sega.
As a result.
Martial techniques were added to her authority.
And as a result.
The Ultra Yang Overwhelming Force and Ultra Cold Overwhelming Force manifested in the void.
Kuoooooooooo—
Taking one step further still.
Martial technique merged with martial technique.
Two tremendous overwhelming forces fused into one, transforming into something that contained the power of absolute annihilation itself.
Supreme Tai Chi Divine Art Transcendent Heart Technique.
Tai Chi Convergence Rupture—!
However.
Blood would not stop flowing from the corners of Ju Wang Pungju-ha’s mouth as she unleashed it.
Burst blood vessels streaked across her wide-open eyes.
Everything has its limits. Since nothing infinite existed in this world, even the imperial family’s special abilities could not be used infinitely.
Ultimately, something had to be burned away to use such power.
And the inner energy contained in her dantian was now nearly depleted.
This technique was forged by squeezing out her final strength.
“Hahahaha! A final struggle! Excellent! I, Kahuray Khan, shall crush your power head-on! Charge!”
Iyiyihing!
Kahuray Khan’s Great Black Horse cried out.
For some reason, it was not the ordinary cry of a horse, but rather resembled the mocking laughter of the dead.
As the horse kicked off the ground in one bound, its massive form surged forward with arrow-like speed.
Toward the crystallized power of yin-yang convergence, Kahuray Khan charged like a war chariot, raising an enormous crescent blade and bringing it down like a meteor strike.
Kwaa—aaa—!
Tremendous force erupted, sending shockwaves rippling outward.
The power was so world-shaking that everything nearby was crushed, and an ordinary person’s eardrums would have burst.
Just as Jin Cheon-hee had said, it was as if a small hydrogen bomb had detonated, and naturally everything in the vicinity was swept away.
Corpses were torn asunder and scattered, while nearby troops caught in the explosion were reduced to fragments.
Before one could even speak of the carnage, overwhelming violence swept through like a typhoon, creating a massive explosion cloud.
Yet—
Whoooosh—
Kahuray Khan did not die.
Though his entire body bled and nearly all his skin bore wounds in a horrific state.
He remained intact within the pain, and the same held true for the Great Black Horse beneath him.
In truth, though his appearance was ghastly, his vitality remained undiminished.
‘The sorcerous rituals of Hyeolseonggyo prove so invaluable.’
The blow Pungju-ha had just unleashed was powerful enough to burst even his prime self to death.
Yet, so long as Hyeolseon remained with him.
So long as he offered sacrifices, the protection would endure.
He walked through the smoke, moving slowly alongside the Great Black Horse.
This was Kahuray Khan.
The king who ruled the great steppes.
Clip-clop—
In rhythm with the Great Black Horse’s gait, Kahuray Khan raised his crescent blade once more.
“Now, it is time to end this. You, and your empire as well. To achieve this, I too have endured great losses. My brothers have shed blood alongside me. Yet, such is the nature of the hunt. One must be prepared to shed blood to capture prey. Therefore….”
A light like inner qi began to frost across the massive crescent blade.
“Let us bring this to an end.”
“Noogh…!”
Ju Wang wiped the blood from her lips and gripped her serpent spear firmly once more.
She would never compromise with a beast, and so all that remained was to follow humanity’s final and primal instinct.
‘Resistance.’
Preparing for the end, Ju Wang readied herself to inflict a mortal wound upon that creature, pushing to the very limit of her life.
If she fell on this battlefield, then someone else would come to face him in her stead.
Humanity had always been this way.
Even when it seemed there was no one, someone always emerged to fill the void.
Though she knew not how far the sorcery of Hyeolseonggyo could reach, if she drove this spear deep with her very life, surely they would face some difficulty.
It was then.
From an angle no one had been watching, a streak of lightning descended.
Boom!
“Gack?!”
It struck directly at the Great Black Horse and Kahuray Khan.
In that instant, arrows of formidable power that could not be ignored flew from all directions like a shower, raining down upon a section of the elite guard.
And then came small explosions.
Boom! Crash!
Black and acrid smoke rose, and those exposed to that dark cloud collapsed with their limbs stiffening.
As both blades and men fell, a group suddenly rushed in.
“How dare these Xiongnu bastards attack here?!”
“How dare you stand against the martial arts of our main family!”
“Hahahaha! The poison of our main family is supreme under heaven! All shall fall before the toxin of the Black Flame!”
The Special Mobile Unit surged forward, exploiting the breach that had opened in their ranks.

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