Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 457

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Chapter 457
Whoosh!
Kahuray Khan suddenly halted his advance.
He extended his arm, blocking the Halfmoon Saber Sect’s blade with his forearm wielding the crescent saber.
Crack!
This time, having mobilized Shimmoo as well, the Frost Saber penetrated halfway through his arm.
The blade’s bitter cold writhed, attempting to freeze his limb.
Yet this action forced my body to halt abruptly in midair.
‘A mistake! To think he could move like that!’
A movement even the Transcendent Shimmoo of Benevolence could not foresee!
Because of this, I saw a colossal fist approaching toward my completely immobilized form.
An unstoppable blow descended, striking my face directly.
Boom!
‘Ugh!’
With the impact to my head, shock reverberated through my inner ear, and my vision blurred.
Driven into the earth, the Geomal’s hooves descended toward my body.
Yet the Geomal’s hooves never struck me.
Sama Hyeon had appeared from nowhere, grasping the beast’s leg with a ghostly expression.
Heavenly Transformation Saber Mastery—Face-to-Face Flaying.
The Geomal’s leg, which suffered only minor wounds from inner force, was grotesquely torn away.
Shrieking, the Geomal convulsed and collapsed backward.
In that moment, Cheonwoo used the Tai Chi Fist’s void-grasping technique to pull me toward him.
The exchange that unfolded in an instant was this perilous.
“Brother! Are you alright!?”
“I’m fine. Thank you, Hyeon-a. Cheonwoo.”
“Brother, don’t push yourself too hard~ Even with external force, that was dangerous just now~?”
The three of us retreated backward.
And we observed the front.
With the one-legged Geomal behind him, Kahuray Khan stood towering over the three of us.
A visage as fearsome as a malevolent demon itself!
“You wretches… you are no ordinary foes.”
“Haha, you only realize that now, customer?”
“Indeed. I have now resolved to face you with my true strength.”
“Mere bluster. So you were not serious until now?”
Sama Hyeon and Cheonwoo answered in unison.
Meanwhile, I was stabilizing my body as rapidly as possible. The power of the Precious Jade swiftly restored me.
Had it not been for the Precious Jade, I would not have recovered fully from that injury.
“Yes. Until now, I was not serious. I was holding back my strength… Do I not still have many imperial soldiers to face? Therefore… I shall kill you all with my full power!”
Crackle-crackle-
Whoooosh!
His muscles bulged and expanded. The already terrifying giant, standing at least ten feet tall, grew another head taller.
“Die!”
The giant wielding the crescent blade lunged forward.
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‘Is he really entering phase two?’
Jin Cheon-hee barely stabilized himself, staring at Kahuray Khan with shock and alarm.
The novel “Jicheon Cheonma” was a completed story. Because of that, many secret techniques of Hyeolseonggyo appeared in it, and no matter how I looked at it, this seemed to be one of them.
The same technique the Demonic Necromancer and Black Lightning Blood Demon once wielded.
Hyeolseonggyo’s self-destruct technique—Blood Saint’s Descent!
They directly receive the power of Hyeolseon that they believe in to fight, but they die from the aftermath of that power.
‘How is this possible when he’s not even a follower? Or is it something similar…?’
Several questions arose, but as a result, Kahuray Khan had become even stronger.
His massive frame was one thing, but his inner strength wrapped around that frame like armor.
However, it didn’t appear he was using any particular martial technique.
He maintained this state purely through instinct.
Monstrous strength. Yet there was still a way to counter it.
[Hyeon-a. That technique you used to tear off the horse demon’s legs. Can you do it again?]
It was powerful enough to tear off the legs of Geomal, who could withstand inner strength.
Of course, Geomal also possessed such monstrous durability because Hyeolseonggyo’s secret technique was combined with demonic magic, but the fact that she tore off those legs meant it was a supreme technique of the Shimmoo school.
[I can do it a few more times~ But I’m not sure if it’ll work?]
[It will work. I’ll make sure it does.]
[Huh? What do you mean?]
[I attack first, then you attack right after.]
Once a spot is struck, its inner strength weakens.
Then Sama Hyeon’s attack should be able to land a solid blow.
Jin Cheon-hee explained the strategy to Cheonwoo as well.
[Understand? In the meantime, you need to defend against his attacks.]
[I will definitely do it.]
[Then. I’m counting on you.]
The conversation happened in mere moments.
It took place during the time Kahuray Khan took two steps.
And simultaneously, Cheonwoo shot forward like an arrow.
The Taeul Wise Sword—Taeul Void Counter—was created from Cheonwoo’s blade.
This was a defensive technique that used the Taeul principle to reverse space itself.
As a supreme defensive technique of the Shimmoo school, it could deflect nearly all force—the supreme technique among supreme techniques.
Just as Jin Cheon-hee blocked the crescent blade with this, Cheonwoo now countered the crescent blade of the giant Kahuray Khan with the same technique.
Kwaaaaaang!
He succeeded in dispersing and blocking the strike. But the recoil sent Cheonwoo’s body flying backward. In that instant, Jin Cheon-hee surged forward past the rebounding Cheonwoo.
Holding the ice-crystal blade infused with inner strength, he wielded the sword while employing the Transcendent Shimmoo principle of benevolence, thrusting it forward.
Taeul Danseonggeom—Flowing Clouds Gazing at Heaven.
The Shimmoo Absolute Technique, specialized purely in thrusting strikes.
It aimed at the neck of Kahuray Khan, who had yet to properly recover his stance.
As though it were inevitable destiny that the blade would find its mark there.
The tip of the Bing Jeong Sword reached Kahuray Khan’s neck along with the sword’s momentum.
Boom!
A powerful explosion erupted, and I felt the recoil. Yet I did not stop my blade.
In that brief instant, my body exhaled heat so intense it seemed blood would evaporate, as dozens of successive cuts followed.
Taeul Danseonggeom Twenty-Four Thunder Strikes!
In that terrifying and ferocious storm of saber strikes, new wounds appeared on the giant’s body, and blood sprayed forth. Yet the giant roared in fury and swung his bare fist.
“Is that all you have?!”
Crash!
‘Ugh!’
I felt bones crack with a sickening crunch.
The fist embedded in my ribs was powerful enough to pierce through outer energy and protective techniques.
Even as I flew sideways, I maintained consciousness and reached my hand toward Kahuray Khan.
Tanzi Cheontong Yuyu Gitan.
Energy projectiles shot in rapid succession struck his face.
The impact didn’t seem to land cleanly, but he raised his hand to shield his face, blocking his vision.
“Now!”
I cried out as I crashed into the ground.
Sama Hyeon’s hand, which had drawn close to Kahuray Khan’s neck without notice, now gripped a portion of his thick neck.
“Okay~ just like you calculated, brother!”
Sama Hyeon, using language he’d picked up from me, grasped the neck like a demon and tore it away.
Splash!
Blood sprayed. Kahuray Khan’s face went rigid.
Then Woldao’s blade struck Sama Hyeon’s ribs.
“Gasp!”
Sama Hyeon coughed blood and flew to the side.
I, Cheonwoo, and Sama Hyeon—all three of us were critically wounded! Yet Kahuray Khan had also suffered a fatal wound with part of his neck torn away.
Staggering, I rose to my feet.
Watching Kahuray Khan clutch his neck with one hand, I spoke slowly.
“You… have lost.”
Though I had fought many dangerous battles before, never had I poured everything into a single confrontation like today.
“Ha… haha. Wow, this is~ really like a monster, isn’t it? A loss, a real loss.”
Sama Hyeon also staggered to his feet.
He wiped the blood from his lips and pressed pressure points on himself to endure the pain.
“If you’re going to think about losses, then go home, Youngest Brother.”
“Third Brother, you’re always so irritating even at times like this~”
Cheonwoo also staggered upright.
At the very end, the final moment—all three of us rose with our last remaining strength.
And Kahuray Khan spoke.
“Was your name Jin Cheon-hee?”
Watching this, Kahuray Khan slowly withdrew his hand from his neck. Remarkably, the torn flesh knitted itself back together, and the bleeding ceased.
“Your words were wrong. This is my victory.”
His swollen body shrank back down, returning to its original form.
Youth vanished, replaced by the visage of an ancient elder.
Yet still, he stood.
Though his vital energy had waned compared to before, it remained superior to that of the three sworn brothers.
“From the beginning. I cannot lose. No. I cannot die.”
Kahuray Khan leisurely raised his crescent blade.
Witnessing this, the three men exerted themselves with all their might to restore their bodies’ condition.
“Millions of my tribespeople’s lives rest upon my shoulders. It must be me. No one else will do. You seem to think I do this because I refuse to grow old and die… But that is not so. It must be me because there is no alternative.”
“Insane…”
Cutting off Cheonwoo’s words, he continued.
“…Only I! Only I alone can open the world for us, the children of the steppes! I can slaughter those arrogant swine and dominate the world! Only I can unite the other children of the steppes under my rule and create a great empire! For the glorious future of our ancestral spirits and millions of tribespeople, I cannot die!”
Kahuray Khan took a step forward.
The madness of believing only he could lead the Suksin Tribe into the future propelled him onward.
In truth.
He too was exhausted, appearing as though he might collapse and perish at any moment.
Yet still, he moved.
A singular madness stood before Jin Cheon-hee, Cheonwoo, and Sama Hyeon.
“Then I will stop you. Just as you claim millions of your tribespeople’s lives depend upon you, my life exists beyond this moment as well.”
I knew persuasion would not work against such an opponent.
He was certainly a hypocrite.
Yet a hypocrite possessed of unwavering conviction, a statesman of absolute certainty.
Was there truly only one way to stop such a being?
Staggering, Jin Cheon-hee stepped forward before him.
“Ah, Brother. I’ll definitely have to repay you for this later, won’t I?”
“Don’t you know there are no debts between brothers, Third Prince?”
Two sworn brothers took their positions beside him.
Witnessing this, Kahuray Khan spoke quietly.
“I, Khan of the Suksin Tribe, shall remember your valor.”
The crescent blade cleaved heaven and earth asunder.
Cheonwoo stepped forward first, blocking it with the sword technique of the Taeul Danseonggeom before being sent flying backward.
Sama Hyeon unleashed a palm strike while leaping to the side.
In that instant.
Jin Cheon-hee expended every last ounce of remaining energy, activating the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong.
Time slowed.
The protective inner strength that had clung to Kahuray Khan’s body was now gone.
The crescent blade remained formidable, yet weakened by the aid of Cheonwoo and Sama Hyeon.
But.
It was I who was clearly weaker than Kahuray Khan right now, with my inner strength nearly depleted.
Since I lacked the inner reserves to activate Transcendent Shimmoo’s Benevolence, I continued my thoughts.
What should I do?
Then, strangely enough.
Everything became clear to me.
Even though I wasn’t using Transcendent Shimmoo.
‘I could see it.’
Oddly enough, I could see what would happen next. And I brought my blade to meet the crescent moon strike.
Naturally, the technique of Taegeuk Banggong enveloped the crescent moon.
A technique far more perfect than what Cheonwoo had used.
The tremendous force scattered like a gentle breeze in an instant.
I could see Kahuray Khan’s face turn bewildered.
And I took one more step forward, moving the tip of my blade.
A sword path as soft as snowflakes drifting on the wind.

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