Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 509

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Chapter 509
“Hahaha! So our Sifu was here~”
“You demonic bastard!”
Sama Hyeon’s body springs upward as if performing classical theater.
Sifu Geumchi-jeok ground his teeth watching him.
The most difficult aspect of fighting Sama Hyeon was this.
Every technique was filled with feints and deceptions.
Observing his combat style felt like watching Peking Opera performed on stage.
Every movement was graceful and playful, yet carried an undeniable elegance.
Veteran Peking Opera actors move exactly like this.
So does this demon.
Whether his hand targets the opponent’s shoulder or mocks it remains unclear until contact is made.
Even covered in blood, this demonic creature continues laughing.
“Dear customer~ why are you like this~ if you came to play, you should play with me~”
Crunch—
Sama Hyeon laughs merrily while crushing a man’s skull.
“I’m blooming these flowers for Sifu, yet you keep running away?”
“Flowers?”
Rip—
He tears the second man’s shoulder. As the artery ruptures, blood sprays forth like a poorly executed ink painting.
“Blood blossoms are flowers too. Sifu~ aren’t they beautiful?”
The lives of subordinates and demonic cultists continue extinguishing.
‘Damn it. Where is Heukun?’
Is his reliance on him exhausted in this chaos?
‘That bastard Sama Hyeon pretends otherwise, but he must be exhausted dealing with my subordinates.’
Understanding that even these exaggerated gestures are tactics to conceal this makes sense.
“Hyeon, you dare face the Golden Demonic Evil Technique?!”
“Young lady, I shall gladly oblige.”
Sama Hyeon’s voice transforms instantly.
Standing on one leg, he sways his body like a crane.
Geumchi-jeok’s cultivation was not shallow enough to be truly provoked by him.
‘His Heavenly Transformation Sword technique cannot possibly overcome my Golden Demonic Evil Technique. If we face each other directly, there’s no way I lose.’
Golden Demonic Evil Technique.
A form of external cultivation.
One of the four techniques—neither demonic nor righteous.
The body isn’t as indestructible as Shaolin’s Golden Indestructible, but at least it won’t die from taking a strike.
Upon reaching perfection, accumulating inner energy beyond the threshold allows the body to withstand at least ten strikes—a supreme external technique!
Combined with the Golden Method directly transmitted by the Golden King.
Creating perfect synergy between offense and defense.
Geumchi-jeok’s hands began gleaming gold. The Golden Method of the Golden Divine Technique.
In that posture, he lowered himself and placed both palms flat against the ground.
“Wow~ our Sifu. Where did you learn the Toad Palms? That’s not trendy anymore~.”
‘Trendy? I don’t understand what you’re saying…. Die!’
The Toad Palms.
A demonic technique where one crouches like a toad, then springs upward to unleash dual palms in a devastating strike.
The posture itself is grotesque, but the flow of inner energy coursing through the body is so violent and destructive that no ordinary martial artist could achieve it.
Those who master this demonic technique can descend into madness and death in an instant, which is why it’s classified as a demonic art.
Yet its power ranks among the highest of all divine techniques and secret arts.
Geumchi-jeok had learned this technique through his Diamond Indestructible Body, nearly achieving the state of unbreakable diamond, to withstand internal damage and kill his opponent in a single strike—and almost everyone who knew he possessed this technique was already dead.
In other words, it was a killing technique of the highest order!
Kwoom!
He sprang upward like a toad. Then, stretching his body in mid-air, he thrust out both palms.
The formidable energy condensed in those two hands possessed devastating power.
“Sifu~ I told you it won’t work~ Don’t you know what’s trendy? That technique was already figured out ages ago~?”
However.
Sama Hyeon, who had been standing with a crane-like grace, crouched down and then sprang upward.
Rabbit Form Step—Six Zhang Leap.
A footwork technique purely designed for height and distance!
Moreover, his speed was incomparable, allowing him to escape the Toad Palms’ attack in an instant.
Crash!
The Toad Palms’ strike shattered the ground. Geumchi-jeok’s expression twisted.
The Toad Palms’ attack, if it connects, possesses power that even Diamond Indestructibility cannot withstand, and its speed is so tremendous that merely retreating cannot evade it.
Yet to think he could leap so high into the air to dodge it!
“Your back’s exposed, Sifu~?”
Heaven Changing Sword Thousand Arts—Face Flaying Strike!
While soaring through the air, Sama Hyeon’s hands unleashed a torrent of energy-formed blade tension.
Infused with the Golden Water’s power, the supreme technique of the Heaven Changing Sword descended and struck directly at Geumchi-jeok’s back.
Crack!
“Ugh!”
The energy that should have exploded instead seized and tore at his back like claws, then detonated with a time delay.
His back, nearly as indestructible as diamond, was flayed open and bleeding, and the energy explosion that followed flattened his body against the ground like a squashed frog.
As he coughed blood and trembled, Sama Hyeon’s two legs prepared to land toward the earth.
Rabbit Form Step—Moon Rabbit Kick.
A technique modeled after the rabbit in the moon, infused with the methods of the Thousand Pound Weight.
Sama Hyeon’s two feet descended with even greater force than when he leaped, striking Geumchi-jeok’s back with tremendous impact.
With a sickening crack, his spine shattered, and Geumchi-jeok breathed his last.
“Hoi~! This is why you can’t fall behind on trends~ Oops, the moment you do, you become an outdated old man~ Yeah~ even you’re getting old-fashioned now.”
Where on earth had he learned such language!
Geumchi-jeok’s subordinates, their spirits broken by the sight, began fleeing in panic.
The Golden Blood Faction wasn’t even a proper sect or renowned school, and with their master dead, there was no reason to maintain loyalty.
Sama Hyeon laughed.
“Oh my? Where are you running off to, customer~? We’re just getting started~”
“Hyeon-a… let’s keep it reasonable.”
Following the voice, I saw Jin Cheon-hee emerging from the workshop with a pallid complexion.
The sight of him carrying a massive man dressed in black robes on his back struck me as truly fitting for an elder brother.
* * *
The night that seemed to stretch on forever had finally ended.
“Didn’t break as much as I expected?”
“Yeah. This brother put in the effort.”
The frost covering the workshop floor still showed no signs of melting, continuing to emit its bitter cold from that very spot.
Though I couldn’t know what kind of battle had taken place, I could certainly infer it had been brutal.
Heukun remained unconscious, collapsed with his acupoints sealed, while my brother sat atop the roof with a pale expression, smoking a pipe as he kept watch over the surroundings.
“That’s a painkiller, isn’t it?”
“Sharp as always. Anyway, step back. Do you know how bad secondhand smoke is for your health?”
Sama Hyeon was left speechless by those words.
Just moments ago we’d been watching each other’s marrow and organ colors, yet here he was worrying about secondhand smoke.
Sama Hyeon cleanly ignored his brother’s warning.
“Does your left arm have something to do with this?”
“It’ll be resolved once I achieve Rebirth of Bone and Marrow.”
But that was nothing more than a lottery ticket.
Isn’t every martial artist struggling desperately just for the chance to experience Rebirth of Bone and Marrow even once in their lifetime?
Moreover, from what I’d heard, my brother had already experienced it once.
Yet despite that, his left arm becoming tattered showed just how intense the battles he’d endured were—so much so that even that wouldn’t suffice.
It also demonstrated how difficult it was to transcend the natural qualities one was born with.
“So you don’t have the Martial Bone, do you~?”
“You’ve grasped even that much, Hyeon-a.”
“Well, it makes sense. Among the brothers, you’re the shortest, your limbs aren’t shaped for combat, and you don’t even have the constitution to build muscle easily. Anyone can tell you don’t have the Martial Bone.”
“Hmm… but if I put insoles in my shoes, I look pretty decent, don’t I?”
Saying this, I feel a bit of self-deprecation creeping in.
My goal was 180, but in the end I couldn’t reach it before my growth plates closed.
Of course, in this era, a male martial artist exceeding 180 in height itself means having the Martial Bone.
It’s not that being taller makes you more Martial Boned or being shorter makes you less so. But regardless, one should exceed 180 by modern standards.
All martial arts are naturally conceived with practitioners possessing the Martial Bone in mind.
Gae Pa Josa himself must have possessed the Martial Bone in his own frame.
“You grasp too much in such a short time.”
“And you sacrifice too much in that same short time.”
I don’t yield an inch.
“…”
I stare at my brother’s profile as he inhales the smoke for a long moment.
“Even sealing your acupoints doesn’t stop the pain, does it?”
“This pain comes from the vital energy channels. It’s the same principle as pressing acupoints when someone experiences deviation into madness, or why a patient’s pain persists otherwise.”
I couldn’t grasp the full meaning, but I understood the gist well enough.
Sama Hyeon, with keen intellect, absorbed and comprehended everything I said.
“The pipe belongs to Yeo Ha-ryun?”
“Yes. Your second older brother.”
“So it’s a Demonic Sect artifact.”
“That’s right. Hey, don’t get jealous of the pipe.”
I struck first with my words.
Just as Sama Hyeon had come to understand me, I had come to understand my younger brother.
“Brother.”
“Hmm?”
“There’s something troubling you, isn’t there?”
“….”
I gazed up at the sky.
I was deliberating whether to tell Sama Hyeon or not.
The hesitation meant that if he learned the truth, it would be something that would deeply worry him.
‘I’ll keep it hidden.’
The moment Sama Hyeon made his prediction, I answered.
“The chicken broth I was boiling this morning seems to have gone bad.”
“Brother.”
“This is a disaster. Hey, I need to check if we can salvage it as broth at least. If the stock is still good, we can repurpose it into another dish.”
With that, I quickly descended from the roof.
‘Running away again, as expected. That’s our brother.’
In the space where I had been.
A faint smell of melting snow lingered.
Even the scent of poison.
Ah, now I remember.
‘The smell of melting snow.’
A winter morning.
Snow already turned to muddy slush released such a scent.
Snow no longer white melts into pitch-black mire, and what does melting become?
Shortly after, a voice came from below.
“Hyeon-a! You’re okay with spicy, right?! I’m trying to save it as spicy chicken stew! Let’s add an egg here and mix it with noodles! Oh, can Hye-a not eat spicy food?”
At those words, I burst into laughter.
‘Melting snow becomes the sprouts of spring.’
When it melts in fields, it awakens frozen earth; when it melts in alleys, it nurtures weeds.
“Yeeees! Make the dessert something sweet!”
“Where did you learn to talk like that… Ah… never mind….”
I tapped my own head and picked up a ladle, heading somewhere.
My left arm, hidden beneath long sleeves, showed no discoloration to the eye.
It seems he managed to dispose of it somehow in that brief moment.
‘But I wish it hadn’t melted.’
Sama Hyeon thought that he wished spring would never come at all.

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