Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 476

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Chapter 476
The Black Dragon Sect had no grand warriors.
The sect leader Black Soil Dragon and vice-leader Black Emissary were the only ones worthy of being called Kang Ho-in, possessing some inner energy and knowing how to wield a blade.
The warriors below them in the Black Dragon Sect were nothing but incompetent rabble—lacking even a shred of inner energy, merely dabbling in external techniques before abandoning their training.
Still, they called themselves a black sect faction, and their physiques were sturdy with decent muscle mass, so they could exert considerable force.
Moreover, even rabble in this Gangho martial world were quite skilled at killing people.
The problem was that their victims were mostly defenseless commoners.
Heukdu, one such rabble of the Black Dragon Sect, sat before the sect’s main gate with a chair he’d brought, drinking away.
The reason his alias was “Black Head” was simply because the Black Dragon Sect generally favored the character “black.”
There was also a folk superstition that if “head” appeared in one’s alias, baldness wouldn’t strike.
In any case, such was the level of disorder in this place.
Yet despite this, they possessed the common sense to guard the gate, which is why this problem existed—a gatekeeper drinking on duty, lacking all discipline.
“Damn it! I’m never betting with that Black Sickle bastard again. Lost to his bet and look at this! Ugh, damn.”
Heukdu normally supervised the subordinates alongside the sect leader and occasionally crossed blades with other black sect factions.
Whenever money came his way, he’d squander it at brothels, living a hand-to-mouth existence with nothing saved.
Yet this trash still belonged to the Black Dragon Sect and found pleasure in harassing defenseless commoners.
Today, Heukdu had lost a bet with his colleague Black Sickle and was substituting as gatekeeper—so drinking a bottle was simply unavoidable in his mind.
“Ah. On a day like this, a soft and tender courtesan would be… Oh?”
Heukdu, thoroughly intoxicated, widened his eyes.
His eyes grew round as saucers.
The main gate where he sat was brightly lit, making the area before it clearly visible, but beyond that light lay absolute darkness where nothing could be seen.
Yet from that boundary between shadow and light, a single foot stepped forward.
As the figure walked calmly into the light, Heukdu’s eyes curved into crescents of amusement.
A strikingly beautiful woman dressed in men’s clothing was approaching.
Had Heukdu been in his right mind, he might have wondered where this beauty came from, but his alcohol-addled judgment failed him entirely.
“Hey there, pretty thing! How much? Come here. If you play with me a bit, I’ll give you… Kgh!”
Slap!
Heukdu couldn’t finish his words before Man Seon, Master of Baekrin Uiseon, delivered a crisp palm strike that sent his head spinning as he flew backward.
“Aaagh! It hurts, it hurts!”
Several teeth scattered through the air as blood poured from his mouth.
It was only natural that Heukdu rolled about in agony.
“How dare you insult Soggakju! Should I not kill you to teach you a lesson?”
“Master Man Seon. Please stop. Haha, I’m quite alright.”
“Hyeong. Wouldn’t it be better to at least cut out his tongue?”
“You call yourself a Swordsman… Learn compassion. Now then, put this man to sleep.”
“As you command, Soggakju.”
Man Seon strikes a pressure point.
Heukdu, having made his mistake while drinking, lost several teeth and fell unconscious.
Because of this, he didn’t see.
Crash!
The sight of the main gate being smashed to pieces.
* * *
I shattered the main gate completely and stepped inside.
According to what Man Seon had discovered, the Black Dragon Sect had roughly thirty warriors under its banner.
Had there been more time, I could have gathered more precise information, but the lack of accuracy didn’t matter.
After all, everything would be destroyed today anyway.
Thud. Thud.
At the sound of the shattered gate, bustling movements echoed from within.
Looking around the perimeter, there were four buildings.
One large, well-maintained structure. One dilapidated warehouse-like building. The remaining two were ordinary structures.
“Hyeong. Over there….”
“Yeah. I sensed it too.”
A considerable number of presences emanated from the warehouse-like building.
Based on what I sensed through my inner energy, dozens of children—both large and small—were gathered there.
The warehouse-like building was dilapidated and not particularly spacious.
They had crammed dozens of children into that narrow, filthy space like chickens in a coop.
When I turned my head, I saw burly figures emerging hesitantly from the two ordinary buildings, weapons gripped in their hands.
Seeing this, I let out a sharp shout.
“We have come from Baekrin Uiseon to make a house call, as there is a patient here. Those belonging to the Black Dragon Sect are asked to come out immediately.”
As I infused my voice with inner energy, it resonated far and wide despite its moderate volume.
The Thousand-Li Resonant Voice—a technique that carries sound across vast distances without raising its pitch!
The group emerging from the building flinched in surprise. It sounded as though someone were whispering directly into their ears, so they couldn’t help but be startled.
“Baekrin Uiseon?”
“Isn’t that where Ilgwang is?”
“Now that you mention it, Ilgwang opened a relief station in Hangzhou this time. Is that him?”
“But he’s young, isn’t he?”
“Ilgwang was young. And they say he’s incredibly handsome.”
“So is that pretty-faced bastard really him? Being handsome and being pretty-faced are different things.”
“How would I know?”
They whispered among themselves.
In the meantime, more thugs who looked unmistakably like gangsters continued to emerge, until finally the leader and his second-in-command appeared.
“Who dares cause trouble at our Black Dragon Sect!”
The Black Dragon Sect’s leader, Heukdu, appeared with a commanding shout.
He didn’t know my face either.
To make matters worse, he was drunk, so his perception of the situation was sluggish.
“Only three of you? What’s this? You’ve got a pretty face. Are you a courtesan? And you there, old man. You look like you work in the same trade. What kind of trouble are you causing here?”
With a slurred tongue, he hurled insults at Hyeong, and Cheonwoo stepped forward, but I raised my hand to stop him.
“Are you the Mun-ju of the Black Dragon Sect?”
I fixed my gaze upon him.
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On a night where even the moon was hidden, darkness made everything invisible without torches. The Black Emissaries of the Black Dragon Sect appeared carrying torches, but it was far from bright as daylight.
Perhaps because of this.
Heukdu, the leader of the Black Dragon Sect, bellowed loudly.
“Who the hell are you to come to someone else’s sect and cause trouble? Do you think the Black Dragon Sect is easy prey?”
Heukdu, the leader of the Black Dragon Sect.
He roared and drew the large saber strapped to his back.
‘If I show fear in front of my subordinates, I’m done for. They talk about Baekrin Uiseon, but what would those bastards come here to gain? Some impostor is pretending to be that So Ui-seon, causing trouble. These bastards picked the wrong fight. Especially that one next to him—he looks exactly like some other Black Emissary’s lackey.’
Even if he was only a second-rate warrior, Heukdu had been rolling around in this world for more than a day or two.
He was not one to fall for obvious tricks.
‘I don’t know where these young punks are from. That pretty-faced one, I’ll sell him to a pleasure house or something, and those one-eyed lunatics with fishing rods—I’ll sell them off as slaves somewhere.’
With that resolve, he stepped forward.
“Hey. You think you can smash our sect’s gate like that and leave unscathed? Men! Block the gate!”
At his shout, a few of his lackeys moved toward the gate to block it. But the opponents showed no particular reaction.
“Listen here. You think I haven’t seen brats like you once or twice? I don’t know who you are or where you’re from, but you’ll come to your senses once you’re sold off somewhere! Men, capture them without—”
It was as Heukdu was shouting, unable to grasp the situation.
“Aaaah!”
“Krgh!”
The two standing on either side of the Handsome Young Man vanished from his sight in an instant.
And when he spotted them again, they were already standing before his subordinates.
One of them drove a straight punch into a subordinate’s jaw, spinning his head around, while the other shattered a subordinate’s leg bone with a fishing rod.
‘What the hell! Was that really Ilgwang!?’
When people panic, their minds stop working properly.
He proceeded to do something he shouldn’t have done with his muddled, drunken mind.
“Men, attack!”
And he himself charged forward, rushing straight at the Handsome Young Man and bringing his large saber down in a heavy strike.
It was instinctive and foolish, but alcohol turns a man into a beast.
And.
Soon something extraordinary happened.
Clang!
“What!?”
A pale white hand had caught the thick blade of his saber with just two fingers.
Bare-handed blade catching!
His frame was quite large for a Black Emissary leader, and his muscles were thick.
His large saber was a heavy weapon with considerable weight!
Yet his saber was seized by merely two fingers and hung suspended in mid-air. How extraordinary was this sight?
A chill.
And as a bone-chilling aura spread, the Black Emissary’s lackeys who were about to rush forward screaming froze in place as if paralyzed.
Fear, surpassing panic, spread among them.
And what followed was an even more shocking sight.
Whoosh.
“W-what in the world is this!? Let go, let go of me!”
The Black Soil Dragon stood rigid as a statue.
He tried to release his grip on the great sword, but it wouldn’t come free. And in that very state, his entire body was ‘lifted’ into the air.
As the handsome young man raised his arm while holding the great sword with just his fingers, the entire body of the Black Soil Dragon, still gripping the blade, was hoisted into the void.
The martial art of grasping objects in mid-air, pushed to its absolute limit!
He had seized the Black Soil Dragon’s entire body and lifted him with it, yet those with shallow knowledge of martial arts could only gape in shock, unaware of what they were witnessing.
Then.
The Black Dragon Sect’s leader, the Black Soil Dragon, finally grasping the situation, adopted a submissive expression and spoke.
“I… Baek-ui Sinryong, great hero. I apologize for my crude words earlier. Would you mind putting me down?”
It was a lightning-swift change in demeanor!
Watching him, Jin Cheon-hee smiled and moved his other hand.
“Haha. Has the alcohol worn off?”
Crack. Snap. Crack. Snap.
The Black Soil Dragon’s eyes bulged wide as saucers.
Jin Cheon-hee was ‘tearing’ the great sword apart with his fingers, ‘breaking it into pieces’.
The great sword grew progressively shorter.
His body, suspended in mid-air, drew steadily closer to Jin Cheon-hee.
And soon, when only a short stub of the blade remained.
He could finally plant his feet on the ground. Still unable to move otherwise.
Jin Cheon-hee flashed a brilliant smile at him.
“Patient. It’s time for your treatment.”
“T-treatment?”
“Yes. Where does this behavior of breaking children’s arms because they haven’t earned enough money come from? From this head, yes? So I’m thinking of treating you with a therapeutic technique I once learned from Namgung Un, the Sohyeop of the Namgung Family.”
“What? What do you mean by—”
Crack—
One of his arms snapped.
“Aaaaagh!”
The Black Soil Dragon screamed.
Jin Cheon-hee stared intently at the Black Soil Dragon and asked.
“Does it hurt?”

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