Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 507

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Chapter 507
Crack!
My fingernail caved in another skull with a sickening crunch.
“Hmm, this face isn’t to my taste.”
In the midst of the chaos, I showed no mercy with my hands.
The face transformed once more.
“Listen up. Hold your breath.”
At Cheonmyeon Hori’s command, all the subordinates simultaneously held their breath.
I waited for this moment, then hurled a brilliant crimson powder.
Whoooosh!
The powder dispersed and burrowed along the wind.
“Is it poison?”
“Nothing serious~ Just a little powder that gets people all excited, you might say?”
Sure enough, the assassin who caught the powder head-on fell into delirium and screamed.
“Ahhhhhhh! I’m dying, dying!”
I passed by him leisurely and tore into the next one’s face.
Crunch—
Crimson dots marked every place I passed through.
The bloodstains bloomed like autumn maple leaves.
I wielded brutal violence without a care, speaking playfully.
“Ugh, this is exactly why I hate physical labor~”
Like a leaf riding rapids, I surrendered to the current and dispatched the assassins one by one.
The martial artists began pursuing me as well.
“Phew… I can’t get used to this.”
“Indeed, Cheonmyeon Hori. Your cruel hands show no mercy even before your brother.”
Another martial artist beside him whispered.
“Not quite. This is actually restrained. Back then, brains would get trampled underfoot with every step.”
“What?”
Now he just collects a couple of faces and plays around, then kills them all cleanly. He’s being considerate so our brother doesn’t have to work so hard treating the wounded.”
“Huh… I heard he was the most benevolent among the Geumhyeol Pavilion disciples.”
Another swordsman answered.
“Compared to the other disciples, he doesn’t kill people on a whim or slaughter subordinates for money, so… he’s benevolent enough. But to those who come to kill him, he sets a thorough example. Isn’t that the nature of the heterodox sects?”
“That’s true, but…”
If he’d simply severed necks with a blade or broken arms with his fists, it wouldn’t feel this cruel.
Even if there were a proper melee with give-and-take, it would be different.
This was no different from a tiger suddenly bursting into a flock of goats.
At first, I’d disguised myself as one of the assassins while warping my appearance and physique in an instant to instill fear and confusion in the enemy. But at some point, I stopped bothering with that and just started crushing people.
Like a master calligrapher’s decisive brushstroke, trails of blood were drawn wherever I passed.
In the depths of winter, the crimson maple leaves of blood bloomed.
My hands, too, were red like autumn leaves.
“Ah, I’m starving. Let me finish this wretched work already~ and grab some food~ What kind of overtime is this in the middle of the night~”
His demeanor had long transcended that of an ordinary person—it was enough to make one’s hair stand on end.
That was when Sama Hyeon turned to look back.
A sharp intake of breath.
The allied warriors pursuing behind him felt their bodies stiffen with terror.
Beneath the moonlight, the young man’s eyes gleamed with madness.
“You’re keeping up just fine, aren’t you~?”
Remarkably, Cheonmyeon Hori seemed to be enjoying this slaughter. Even as he complained about overwork and overtime, he was savoring this very moment.
He cast a playful glance at the allied martial artists, and then his eyes—glimmering with madness—turned toward the rooftops.
“Hyeong, you’ve made your move? I suppose I should pick up the pace as well~”
Opening his third eye to gaze, he then propelled his body forward, dissolving like mist into the ranks of enemies.
The painting of blood resumed once more.
“Where~ are you~ my dear brother~ Even I, with my modest scheming~ am quite the capable schemer~”
The mountains became crimson leaves.
Amid the assassins’ shouts and screams, terror and anguish, and fury, Sama Hyeon danced the dance of autumn leaves as if performing a theatrical piece.
It was what he did best.
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‘I wonder if he’s started as well… Hyeon. He should be fine.’
Muttering thus to myself, I look ahead.
A place where the formation had been broken—no, destroyed.
There, sinister killing intent merged with Cheonma True Qi, swaying with malevolent ferocity.
Crack, crack.
Objects touched by this energy shattered and split apart with the sound.
Already a tangible force equivalent to a protective barrier.
I could identify who it was at first glance.
One of the Soegoojus of Ilwol Singyeo.
Heukun.
He stood here now.
“Long ago, among the absolute masters sent from Hao-mun, there was also someone from Ilwol Singyeo. It was you who sent them, Soegooju Heukun.”
“That is correct.”
Soegooju Heukun answered heavily, arms crossed.
“What reason do you have for involving yourself in this conflict?”
“A simple one. Profit. The wealth of Geumhyeol-bang would be of great benefit.”
“Is that why someone of your station as Soegooju would personally make the journey? Something doesn’t quite add up, does it?”
“There is no one but me capable of killing you. The elders of our sect would not permit Cheonma to move. Had even one of the main family’s elders been allowed to come, you would already be a dead man—do you understand?”
Ilwol Singyeo.
I remember the details of it quite well.
Because the main stage of Jicheon Cheonma is ultimately Ilwol Singyeo.
Great families that support Ilwol Singyeo exist, and each family has at least five or six masters who have reached Hwagyeong.
Such is the Majongyukga, yet there are also those who have reached Hwagyeong without belonging to Majongyukga.
The Ilwol Singyeo alone boasts nearly fifty absolute masters within its ranks.
Excluding the absolute masters of the Ilwol Singyeo, known as the Demonic Sect, there are roughly two hundred Hwagyeong-level absolute masters across the entire Gangho.
In other words, the Ilwol Singyeo alone commands military strength equivalent to half of all Gangho.
The cliché of multiple masters confronting a single Cheonma is no mere worn-out trope.
They are the foremost power in Gangho, and despite being a rebel faction, they remain unvanquished, dominating the Ten Thousand Great Mountains of Shingang.
The Demonic Sect itself is a formidable force and latent power of that magnitude.
Furthermore.
Who is the Leader of the Ilwol Singyeo, the Cheonma?
One of the Three Elites of all under heaven, an existence known as the Demon Elite.
Among the other Two Elites, the Martial Elite has vanished without trace, leaving only the Sage Elite capable of opposing her.
Thus the balance of Gangho is maintained in a precarious state.
“I do possess considerable knowledge of the Ilwol Singyeo. Among the absolute masters belonging to one of the Six Demonic Families, there are perhaps five or six in total. Unless they all converge upon me at once, I do not foresee my death?”
“You know the affairs of this sect quite thoroughly. Did that wretch teach you?”
“No. I maintain my own separate intelligence network. Of course, that is not the pressing matter.”
I began circulating my inner energy.
Power spread throughout my entire body.
“Today I shall repay the humiliation you inflicted upon me. The price shall be your life.”
Heukun uncrossed his arms.
He would attack using the Cheonma Divine Art and the Blood Fate Pagoda Diamond Divine Art as before.
But by then, Heukun had already suffered complete defeat.
If something had not changed, he would not possess such overflowing confidence.
Crack—!
Moreover, his entire body was now thoroughly enveloped in protective qi.
He must have already learned of my sparring with three absolute masters of Hao-mun.
‘He has researched me extensively. Using protective qi to block poison and yin techniques—a sound strategy. Yet it has weaknesses. Protective qi consumes inner energy at a tremendous rate. If I estimate his maximum inner energy at roughly three sixty-year cycles, then its duration would be merely thirty minutes?’
Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong—complete deployment!
My eyes blazed with pure jade luminescence.
In that state, I began employing another martial technique.
Martial Arts Benevolence.
Transcendent Martial Arts Life and Death Wisdom.
Vast information flooded into my consciousness.
In that state, I took a step forward. Heukun likewise stepped.
Crack—!
With each step Heukun took, the ground fractured beneath him.
Crackle.
As I took a step.
Extreme yin energy erupted from the arranged ice-crystal blades, mercilessly freezing the ground.
The two masters drew progressively closer.
At last.
They closed to a distance of merely five feet!
“Die!!”
The first strike came from Heukun. His entire body was already wrapped in martial force—merely drawing near would reduce one to minced flesh!
That Heukun raised his leg in a sweeping arc.
An upward kick shot forth like a dragon ascending to the heavens.
Yet Jin Cheon-hee, having already anticipated the muscle movements through Transcendent Martial Arts Benevolence, retreated by a hair’s breadth and evaded the strike.
Slash!
Only his garment’s collar was severed, exposing the pale skin of his chest.
In that moment, Jin Cheon-hee’s Icebound Sword thrust forward.
A perfect opening!
With his leg raised, this attack should be impossible to defend against!
Would the match end so easily?
Boom!
Yet thousands of pounds of invisible pressure bore down upon Jin Cheon-hee, obstructing his blade’s path.
The sword failed to pierce properly, and as Jin Cheon-hee’s body wavered, the leg that had soared skyward came crashing down.
A strike of Cheonma’s Sovereign Descent!
Jin Cheon-hee released the force contained within his blade entirely.
With a thunderous boom and explosive force, Jin Cheon-hee’s body was driven backward.
Heukun’s foot came down upon the very spot where he had retreated.
Crash!
The ground erupted.
As debris scattered, Heukun charged forward like a war chariot.
Yet Jin Cheon-hee had already regained his stance.
Thump!
Then he leaped to an incredible height.
It was as though he alone had bounded toward the lunar surface.
Evading the attack thus, suspended in midair, his blade gleamed like moonlight.
A torrent of sword force poured down from the heavens, crashing directly upon Heukun.
Rumble!
The Icebound Sword’s extreme yin force and Heukun’s Cheonma force collided, erupting in explosion.
Witnessing this, Jin Cheon-hee descended to the ground and steadied his blade.
‘Earth Form Technique. For something learned in jest, it’s surprisingly practical. But still… he’s faster and stronger than I predicted through Benevolence and Life and Death Wisdom. The power of Cheonma’s Sovereign Descent exceeds imagination. He certainly didn’t come unprepared.’
Whoooosh.
Still wrapped in his protective force, Heukun emerged through the dust.
“I commend you for escaping my Cheonma’s Sovereign Descent. But you won’t manage it again.”
“Is that the true Cheonma’s Sovereign Descent?”
“Indeed. This is the divine bearing displayed by one who has perfected Cheonma’s Sovereign Descent. My Cheonma Divine Art has reached the tenth stage to kill you—consider yourself honored.”
The tenth stage of Cheonma Divine Art!
At those words, Jin Cheon-hee was genuinely astonished.
He understood that such a realm could not be achieved through ordinary means.
“That’s strange. For Cheonma Divine Art to transcend the ninth stage and reach the tenth, one would need to achieve at least some degree of shedding…”
“You truly know quite a lot. Very well, if I capture and torture you, perhaps I’ll discover how you came to possess such knowledge.”
“So then. What was the secret that allowed you to master the Cheonma Divine Art so thoroughly?”
“Hmm… You wish to know.”

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