Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 453

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Chapter 453
Jin’s formation was a complete mess.
They showed no semblance of military discipline, yet their individual power was undeniably overwhelming when assessed separately.
Masters who had reached Hwagyeong, the pinnacle of cultivation, were abundant among them, along with supreme experts.
The Tang Family of Sichuan in particular hurled massive quantities of poisons rarely used even in Gangho, while the other martial artists freely displayed their martial prowess.
Crash!
A colossal whip tore across the earth, scattering toxic energy in its wake.
“Roar! My Black Flame Dragon!”
Dang-a screamed as she charged forward. Ju Wang observed her as she rushed past. He felt something strange—an instinct he couldn’t quite name.
It was like the insight that old masters of Gangho gained just before death.
Talent, effort, and temperament.
Having grasped it all in an instant, Ju Wang let out a quiet laugh.
‘That’s right. Someone always appears to take another’s place.’
Yet he had no intention of dying.
In the worst case, he had prepared himself for Donggwi Eojin, but if it didn’t come to that, he would do whatever it took.
However, the Suksin Tribe’s imperial guard did not retreat either.
They were the ones who directly served the Khan within the Suksin Tribe!
Each and every one of them possessed strength comparable to martial arts masters.
The generals pressed forward.
They attempted their attacks with proper formation, and they were quite formidable.
Crash!
Yet it was certain that a gap had opened in the formation.
Moreover, a new presence swiftly rushed forward and descended before Ju Wang.
In that moment, Pungju-ha saw him.
A brother with a face resembling her own.
Her younger brother—gentle yet strong.
“I command that your vital energy be restored!”
With a voice infused with an edict, she felt a strange power beginning to settle into her body.
Simultaneously, Pungju-ha’s complexion began to recover rapidly.
Meanwhile, her younger brother Pung Ha-eun, who had invoked the edict, grew increasingly pale.
“Exercise a bit.”
“How many people do you think can use their innate abilities as freely as you do, sister?”
“Innate abilities come from muscle too. Inma.”
Pung Ha-eun possessed considerable musculature.
Since his nature made him dislike martial arts, he couldn’t compare to Gangho masters, but even so, considerable effort had been required to master that level of external cultivation.
His sister mocked him mercilessly for it.
“You lack muscle. Muscle.”
“Not even a word of thanks. Honestly.”
Instead of answering, Ju Wang gently stroked his younger brother’s head.
Instead of answering, Zhu Wang gently stroked his younger brother’s head.
As she recovered, Kahuray Khan’s face atop his horse contorted instantly.
“So you too carry the blood of swine. Do not interfere!”
Just as the Hwa Empire called the foreign tribes the Xiongnu, the foreign tribes called Boggi swine.
Kahuray Khan swiftly wielded his crescent blade.
The crescent blade swept in a semicircle, yet this time others stood to block its path.
Crash—!
“Hmm! This is… quite formidable. Stronger than I anticipated.”
“It’s certainly different from martial arts, isn’t it? I suppose we should conduct further research on this demon spirit technique later.”
“Patriarch, doesn’t that seem like an illness to you? The way you’re always researching everything like that is why Chief Manager Yu finds it so tiresome.”
Those who blocked the way were a woman who appeared to be in her thirties and a young man who appeared to be in his twenties.
Wuying Touguai Gong Ya-geon! Ilwol Jin Cheon-hee!
“But if you’re going to have me escort Eun Wang-ya anyway, why did you come at all?”
Jin Cheon-hee grinned widely.
“It seems Master instructed me to overturn the board.”
If someone destroys the board that my Master created, isn’t it the disciple’s duty to repair it?
“Tsk! Troublesome interference has arrived! What are you doing! Attack—!”
With his thunderous cry, his personal guard began charging forward in unison like a tidal wave.
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Achieving perfect unity of horse and rider, the personal guard began their charge, radiating transcendent power.
In response, the martial artists of Gangho unleashed their divine techniques and martial skills without restraint.
Behind them, the imperial forces that had caught up thrust spears and swords to pierce the personal guard, while on the opposite flank, the Suksin Tribe abandoned their horses and rushed forward, wielding crescent blades.
The formation collapsed catastrophically, scattering like fragments.
Within the muddy melee where white and black stones tangled together, both sides found it difficult to rain arrows freely.
All semblance of order crumbled and collapsed, giving way to chaotic battle.
Blood flowed slowly along the depressions in the plain.
Soldiers and the corpses of soldiers, their blood pooling and flowing.
Water flows from high places to low places, and blood follows the same law.
Yet no one paid attention.
They only shouted and screamed in the fury before their eyes.
The turning points of history have always been thus.
Human history was never as beautiful as cinema.
Winners and losers were always decided in such muddy struggles, and the river of history thus created flowed downward along its channel.
Much like the blood pooling beneath our feet.
This place now was the most crucial.
The final battle that would determine the course of the war was unfolding!
“All lands beneath heaven shall become mine. I shall be the one who reigns eternally and hunts to the ends of the earth! I shall use your necks as the foundation stones!”
What secret technique was he employing?
Or perhaps he was finally revealing his true power.
Kahuray Khan and the Great Black Horse became one, bringing the crescent blade down in a devastating strike.
The force contained within that blade was so terrifying that Jin Cheon-hee and Gong Ya-geon immediately threw themselves aside to evade it.
Crash!
As the crescent blade struck the ground, earth scattered in all directions.
Had I been even a moment slower, I would have been reduced to scraps of flesh.
In the blink of an eye, within that fleeting instant of vision, Gong Ya-geon moved like a phantom, defying time itself as she burrowed deeper inward.
Phantom Spirit Thief Gate.
Phantom Primordial Spirit Art.
Soul-Stealing Phantom Palm–!
A blurred hand approached like a specter, striking Kahuray Khan.
Boom!
Among Gangho warriors, many attempt to separate internal from external force. Yet Gong Ya-geon believed otherwise.
Speed itself was destructive power.
None could overcome the pleasure of velocity pushed to its absolute limit!
Tremendous force shook Kahuray Khan’s body.
Yet somehow, Kahuray Khan remained unmoved, lifting his crescent blade vertically and executing a downward vertical slash.
Crash-boom!
The air tore apart with a resounding shockwave!
That shockwave sent Gong Ya-geon’s body flying backward.
Without hesitation, I burrowed through the gap and thrust my blade forward.
Taeul Danseonggeom.
Flashing Swift Immortal Severance–!
Yet remarkably, it was the Great Black Horse’s hoof strike that blocked this peerless divine technique and supreme sword art.
Bang!
A horse’s hoof strength could not be compared to that of mere humans.
Moreover, the Great Black Horse’s kick, transformed into a spiritual beast through strange methods, rivaled the power of thunder itself.
“Ugh!”
My leg was driven straight into the ground.
Setting aside the fact that my attack was neutralized in one blow, the impact wrenched my muscles.
And with that, the Khan’s crescent blade began to dance.
The terrifying speed and force contained in those blade strikes were such that even Tugoe could not easily find an opening.
Then a thunderous voice erupted from the sky.
“Have you forgotten me!”
While Wuying Touguai and the Veiled Madman bought time, the War God Pungju-ha recovered her strength and re-entered the fray.
She leaped high into the air, gripping a serpent spear imbued with yin-yang combined force in both hands, descending directly downward.
The speed and power appeared overwhelmingly fierce.
Mass multiplication!
She deployed yet another ability here.
Yet blood flowed from her nose, eyes, and ears.
On top of injuries sustained in a previous battle, the excessive use of her ability was pushing her beyond her limits.
Yet still, I could not retreat here.
She descended like a meteor.
“Hahahaha! Excellent! God of War, I shall utterly crush you and bring the empire to its knees!”
Kahuray Khan’s saber, mounted upon the Great Black Horse, soared upward like an ascending dragon.
Just before the two colossal forces collided.
‘The same as before, at this very moment?’
Pungju-ha was inwardly horrified.
The previous battle.
During the one-on-one duel with Kahuray Khan.
That curse which had neutralized her power for a brief moment then now descended upon her once more.
Yet she could not flee.
In the end, the two forces collided.
Crash!
Rumble!
A deafening roar and explosive sound as if space itself twisted shook the surroundings.
All troops within two hundred paces collapsed from the sheer force!
“Cough!”
Pungju-ha spewed blood and was hurled backward.
“Hahahaha! Victory is mine, Pungju-ha!”
Before her, Kahuray Khan mounted upon the Great Black Horse burst into hearty laughter.
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“This time it worked well.”
Somewhere far distant.
Won Cheon-gun stood atop a barren rocky mountain devoid of trees, surveying the battlefield below as before.
The altar constructed by Hyeolseonggyo pulsed like a heart, emanating an ominous aura.
“Since Hyeolseon has bestowed separate blessings upon Kahuray Khan as well… Hehehehe. The plan unfolds as intended. Just as intended. The Seed of Banson will surely regret witnessing so many deaths, thinking perhaps that had they joined hands with us, such sacrifice would not have been necessary…”
He laughed with delight.
“Indeed. Regret. There is no emotion that pierces the heart quite like regret…”
The laughter did not cease. Won Cheon-gun spoke while gazing upon the battlefield.
“Hahahaha! Come now, join us, Seed of Banson. Hyeolseon desires you.”
“…So then, where is this Hyeolseon?”
A voice suddenly cut through the air.
At that voice, Won Cheon-gun’s head snapped around.
A short distance from the altar.
There stood a man clad in black martial robes.
As if he had been there from the beginning, or rather, given that no presence could be sensed, as if he were not there even now.
His expressionless brow held a peculiar murderous intent, and his eyes burned with the color of hellfire karma.
Won Cheon-gun recognized this man.
“Who might this be! Are you not Cheon Sal-seong, who trains under the Cheonma? So tell me, what brings Cheon Sal-seong to this place?”
Yeo Ha-ryun tilted his head slightly. Jet-black hair cascaded downward.
“If one has business with Hyeolseonggyo, there is but one reason, is there not?”
Behind Yeo Ha-ryun, his subordinates emerged.
‘One, two.’
Yeo Ha-ryun’s lips counted the numbers twice.
Then he lifted his eyes and spoke.
“Death to Hyeolseonggyo.”
“Hehehehe! Well, this is troublesome. They’re just reaching the climax of the story over there, yet you interrupt at this moment—how uncultured. Ah, right. There is one thing I’m curious about.”
“….”
A man destined to die anyway.
Yeo Ha-ryun simply stared at him with an indifferent expression.
“Your sworn brother is in mortal danger over there. You don’t care?”
To that, Yeo Ha-ryun answered calmly.
“My brother will not fall to a trap laid by the likes of you.”
“Hm…. Your faith in him is quite remarkable, isn’t it?”
“Now, die.”
Yeo Ha-ryun’s divine form shimmered, tearing through space.
Ilwol Singyeo. And Hyeolseonggyo.
The battle between these two factions began at this point, hidden from the eyes of the world.

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