Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 463

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Chapter 463
I loosened my body lightly.
“Let me start with Cheonwoo first. Will you use a sword or your fists?”
“I’ll use a sword, sir.”
Despite his epithet of “One-Eyed Iron Fist,” Cheonwoo wielded the blade quite skillfully.
The reason his epithet included “Fist” might have been influenced by Mudang Gwon-je, or perhaps it came from repeatedly striking people with his bare hands to avoid killing them.
Cheonwoo drew the blunt iron sword from the weapon rack.
‘Even “Mudang Iron Fist” would have been better than this…’
This was completely an epithet of the heterodox sects.
“Cheonwoo. Show me the spirit of the Mudang sect! Display the mysteries of the Tai Chi so clearly that anyone from a distance would recognize it as the Mudang school.”
“Understood, Hyeong.”
Cheonwoo’s eyes grew quite serious.
He took his opening stance and drew a deep breath.
My brother before him hadn’t even drawn his sword.
With both hands tucked into his sleeves, he stood with deliberately full of openings, smiling at Cheonwoo.
‘How much composure does he have?’
It was rare to find someone who could maintain such ease facing an eight-foot-tall man.
“Don’t hesitate. Come at me.”
My brother’s eyes were blue.
At least that was fortunate. He wasn’t completely looking down on him.
At the tip of Cheonwoo’s sword, inner energy bloomed like incense smoke.
Strangely, the Mudang sect’s inner energy didn’t take a solid form. Of course, if necessary, it could, but was it because of the principle of softness overcoming hardness?
Countless sword threads gathered together to form a single strand of inner energy.
Because of this, the completed sword energy rippled like smoke drifting low.
“You’ve become even more flexible than before?”
I said this with a laugh.
“Is it alright to use an iron sword instead of a wooden one?”
“I’ve dulled the blade. Besides, if we’re going to observe inner energy anyway, what’s the point of a wooden sword? Whether the force shatters it or not, a direct hit would be fatal regardless.”
That was true.
In that moment, Cheonwoo’s massive frame lunged toward me.
I drew a deep breath.
One breath.
Clang—
When did I draw my sword? I couldn’t see it.
My sword met Cheonwoo’s strike. Remarkably, what I displayed was a perfect Tai Chi sword technique.
Frost crystallized in the air along the path of my blade.
Cheonwoo also shifted his sword path to the Tai Chi technique.
“Oho?”
Sama Hyeon let out an exclamation of interest without realizing it.
Like two sides of a mirror, yet manifesting in completely different ways, the two of us unfolded our respective Tai Chi techniques against each other.
Cheonwoo realized at some point that his older brother was watching over him as the sword stopped penetrating deeper.
‘This is quite humiliating….’
He immediately released the sword from his hand.
He suddenly began unleashing Taeching Sansoo and the Ten-Segment Gold simultaneously.
“Wow, Cheonwoo. That’s really sharp?”
Taeching Sansoo was the hand technique of the Divine Skill Absolute Learning. Combined with that, the Ten-Segment Gold was a palm technique.
One might think that since both involved hand movements, it wouldn’t be particularly difficult, but for this to be possible, one had to dig deep into the fundamentals, excavate thoroughly, and then move into applications.
It wasn’t simply about digging into the basics.
To manifest this, one needed a solid lower body.
In other words, whether it was hand techniques or palm techniques, the power ultimately came from the legs.
Much like an old master of Gangho who had reached Hwagyeong’s realm decades ago, Cheonwoo naturally unfolded both techniques.
“Good. This is good. You used it well.”
Saying so, Jin Cheon-hee gripped the sword again.
Amusingly, it wasn’t the way to grip a sword, but rather the way to grip a club.
‘The Ten-Segment Gold?’
Kwang!
He was deflecting the Ten-Segment Gold with the blade surface, not canceling out Cheonwoo’s fist.
Every time the Taegeuk touched, his older brother met it without fail with the blade surface.
Bang, kwakwak, bang, bang, kwabang, bang, bang!
Dozens of exchanges occurred in less than a second.
Cheonwoo launched attacks at his older brother and blocked his attacks, realizing something.
‘My older brother is now approaching my style with a method that’s half a step superior.’
Instructional sparring!
It was overwhelming.
“Hyeong…. Aren’t you too strong?”
“Well. Somehow I’ve become strong.”
Jin Cheon-hee smiled gently and deflected all of the large Cheonwoo’s attacks.
The blunt sword drew elegant lines.
And the moment he delivered the final palm strike, Jin Cheon-hee also spoke.
“I’ll end it.”
Kwakwakwakwang!
Cheonwoo saw it. The moment his older brother’s sword touched Cheonwoo’s massive frame, he pulled the sword back to absorb the impact.
‘Damn!’
Cheonwoo’s large body flew through the air and rolled across the ground.
Jin Cheon-hee spoke.
“You’ve grown stronger, but your control is lacking, Cheonwoo.”
Cheonwoo didn’t even groan as he brushed himself up.
“Control?”
“Yes. Perhaps because you have only one eye. Your dynamic visual acuity seems unmatched, but your sense of distance is a bit crude. This must be happening because of your monocular vision, right?”
This was a fact that Cheonwoo himself had not yet recognized.
Jin Cheon-hee pondered for a moment before speaking.
“What can supplement that is your qi perception. You need to hone your qi perception even more keenly and respond to it… but that falls within the realm of meditation, so let’s do it together.”
“Ugh…”
Cheonwoo’s expression grew complicated.
Training with his older brother was good, but everyone knew just how terrifying those hellish sessions were.
Those bizarre puzzle pieces he’d insisted on to raise cognitive ability, games or… whatever those strange riddles were.
Even wooden puppets that didn’t resemble human forms…
But he could grow stronger.
It was his brother who had made him a Hwagyeong.
So his brother would definitely polish him further and help him advance to the next level.
Cheonwoo made his resolve.
“I’ll do it. Hyeong. I will!”
“That’s the spirit! Go ahead and die trying, Cheonwoo! Since you’re my younger brother, I’ll give you special training!”
My brother’s blue eyes gleamed as he steeled his determination.
* * *
The next person was Sama Hyeon.
Sama Hyeon stood before Jin Cheon-hee.
Crack-crack-
He repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fists.
Sama Hyeon didn’t use a sword. However, he could wear the Heavenly Silkworm gloves my brother had made for him.
For him, these gloves surpassed a real blade.
‘My brother doesn’t even get tired~’
It was astounding that after such an intense match with Cheonwoo, he could immediately move on to the next sparring session.
He must train relentlessly every day.
By relentless training here, I meant training intensity that surpassed the fierce sessions conducted in ordinary sects.
‘He probably sleeps two hours a day? Even so.’
Even so, it was a mad lifestyle.
Research, training, treatment.
He manages all three while handling Soggakju duties?
I wondered if he was even human.
Yet my brother somehow smiled brightly without showing a single sign of exhaustion. Of course, that was only what appeared on the surface.
My brother was human too, so there were times when he wavered and became precarious.
‘He uses Icy Qi freely even without the Icy Sword.’
A divine weapon was ultimately just a divine weapon. It seemed to change depending on the martial prowess of the one wielding it.
Sama Hyeon eventually gave up on such calculations.
The opponent before his eyes was that kind of person.
Talented yet never resting, never resting yet never slacking in spirit.
One who advances without a single idle thought, never looking back, only moving forward.
That was who Jin Cheon-hee was.
Against such a person, shallow tricks would never work.
“Now then, Hyeon-a. Are you ready?”
Hyeong intended to wait until Sama Hyeon made the first move.
Wasn’t this exactly the same as my third brother Cheonwoo?
Sama Hyeon smiled faintly and spoke.
“Then I’ll go. Hyeong~”
In that instant, the tips of Sama Hyeon’s fingers turned golden.
Heaven’s Myriad Transformations Sword Technique—Face-to-Face Crushing.
An ability that seized not merely a human skull, but the inner force itself and crushed it.
With this principle, I had torn off Geomal’s leg and could have dealt a fatal blow to Khan.
“Oh, you’ve combined it with the Golden King’s golden hand technique?”
Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes brightened as I deflected Sama Hyeon’s first move with the Taichi Wisdom Sword.
Tang!
I clearly felt my inner force at the fingertips, but the moment he tried to tear it away, it melted and scattered.
It felt almost like grasping falling snow in one’s hand.
Sama Hyeon continued his assault.
I began to evade Sama Hyeon’s attacks.
My long sleeves billowed and created flowing changes.
Tang, ta-dak, tang!
Blunt attacks deflected, deflected, and deflected Sama Hyeon’s strikes.
It was as if grasping water itself.
‘Penetrating is difficult in itself~’
The sword slipped between my fingers. Sama Hyeon observed my flowing defense and found an opening.
Pushing through that gap and extending his hand—that was one move.
And the moment Sama Hyeon pressed deeper, I moved my leg as if I’d been waiting.
My leg struck Sama Hyeon’s calf.
Sama Hyeon’s body tilted backward and fell over!
Pak!
I caught Sama Hyeon’s back.
“You need more lower body training, Hyeon-a.”
“It seems only Gaga could time a leg sweep like that~”
“Oh, you’ve learned the word ‘timing’ too?”
My eyes opened slightly.
In any case, a sparring match was a sparring match.
I continued speaking.
“No one will surpass your grip strength. However, your speed is lacking, and you need more lower body training.”
Crack—
“Hmm, is my grip strength that impressive?”
“It’s remarkable talent. You won’t feel it yourself, but if you only reinforce your speed, there would be no one who could withstand your grip strength.”
Sama Hyeon’s grip strength matched Khan’s.
That was precious talent.
Sama Hyeon repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fists.
“Watching you spar with someone like me in a teaching match… you’re not human, Hyeong.”
“Hehe. Really?”
Jin Cheon-hee scratched his head, delighted like a fool.
‘At times like this, he’s really no different from an ordinary warrior.’
Just then, a court attendant came running.
“Great Master, Great Masters! Another Great Master has arrived~”
Though the court attendant was speaking outside the bounds of palace etiquette, he delivered it naturally.
Behind the court attendant came Dang-a, Gongseon Yeong, and Wang Gak-yeon.
“Hey! Why aren’t you drinking! Drink with us!”
The three of them each waved around large wine bottles.
* * *
One thing was certain. All three were terrible drinkers.
Dang-a, Gongseon Yeong, and Wang Gak-yeon seemed fine drinking entire jugs of alcohol.
I would have nagged them to abstain if anything ailed them.
But when I took their pulses, all three were in perfect health with nothing wrong.
My younger brothers who drank with them all passed out.
“Why aren’t you drinking!”
“Being a doctor, are you going to be stingy and not drink?”
“Ah, grab Cheon-hee. Grab him!”
“Make him drink!”
And so it was.
“Stop it. Stop! Alcohol is… how harmful it is to health… I never liked the taste anyway! Why would I drink something so bitter?!”
Gongseon Yeong and Dang-a held Jin Cheon-hee from behind while Wang Gak-yeon fed him—a hellish water ghost operation.
‘Hmm? The palace wine tastes better than I expected…?’
“Hey, you’re not going to embarrass yourself by detoxifying, are you? Are you scared? Jin Cheon-hee.”
Damn it.
The warrior’s self rose up from within the modern person’s consciousness.
In that moment, I abandoned detoxification and became nothing but their plaything.
A hellish victory celebration.
Or rather… a drinking bout among warriors of Gangho.
And so my memory cut out.

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