Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 519

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Chapter 519
As arrows poured down upon the Haesa-bangdo, the two forces finally clashed.
‘I suppose it’s time for me to step in.’
What I drew this time was an iron staff.
Specifically, one the naval forces used as a flagpole.
I simply discarded the flag and roughly smoothed it out by hand, then wielded it as a weapon instead.
“…Is Ilgwang starting to do Ilgwang things?”
“No, why would he abandon a peerless blade and use such a steel staff…?”
Hmm, they’re looking at me like I’m a madman again.
I’m used to it. This kind of gaze.
But listen here, you martial artists. This is being done under cold calculation.
I proceeded to strike the heads of numerous Haesa-bangdo members with the iron staff.
“The Ten-Step Divine Spear!?”
Oh, someone recognizes it.
The Haesa-bangdo members struck in the head began to lose consciousness and collapse.
I maintained the formation by rendering more of them unconscious than what the three members of the Namgung Family could manage.
“…Indeed, it is Ilgwang. He even knows the critical points of the Ten-Step Divine Spear.”
“But I still don’t understand why he keeps a peerless blade at his waist yet insists on wielding an iron staff.”
You fools! It’s called restraint! Restraint!
“Truly terrifying. With just an iron staff, he’s this formidable. Imagine how much more fearsome it would be if he actually drew his sword.”
“Didn’t you see him pouring out yin-cold qi before? This time, instead of firing yin-cold qi, he’s channeling the Namgung Family’s thunder qi into the iron staff to strike multiple Haesa-bangdo members.”
This one understands.
“But why is he keeping them alive? Wouldn’t it be easier if he just killed them so he wouldn’t have to treat them?”
“There’s a rumor he uses them as test subjects.”
“Ah…. Now that I think about it, I should have known when he was making strange sounds by himself.”
Damn it.
Yes, I knew this would happen.
I’m showing some mercy and trying to keep these Haesa-bangdo members alive even after they’ve become living corpses, you ignorant fools!
Boom-boom-boom!
As I continued my tower defense against the Haesa-bangdo, the flute sound grew increasingly intense.
Before I could even comprehend what was happening, fog began to thicken all around.
Looking at the weather, this isn’t the time for fog to roll in like this.
Sudden fog always brings misfortune.
Sure enough, the bell that had been ringing regularly until moments ago suddenly changed its rhythm.
Could it be?
I notice the direction of the arrow rain has shifted.
And about three seconds later, a shout erupted from the rear ranks.
“The garrison soldiers have fallen into madness!”
“Warriors of Gangho, watch your backs!”
Wow, they’re using hypnosis on the garrison soldiers to induce madness?
This isn’t even in the novel.
Of course, Yeo Ha-ryun, being a demonic cultivator, rarely employed group formations, and even when he did, given that the Hyeolseonggyo possessed such profound internal energy, they wouldn’t fall into madness so readily like this.
‘So the current Geumcheon-gun was this formidable.’
In the novel, it was a different generation’s Geumcheon-gun.
A new Geumcheon-gun who arrived after the current one’s death.
That Geumcheon-gun occasionally spoke of the previous generation’s tales, but it was only ever described as strong.
The melee battle begins in earnest.
“Kill them! Kill them!”
“Maintain formation!”
“Close the gate! Hurry, hurry, hurry!”
As the formations wavered, my mind wavered too, and countless fragmented selves within my consciousness began chattering away.
Fire, smoke, the ringing of bells, the shriek of pipes, the screams of men killing and being killed.
It’s fine.
I can endure this.
Fortunately, I don’t see any children here.
There are no civilians anywhere in this chaos.
Yet the fire that continues to sting and spread through my chest—it seems rage alone is something I cannot control.
The deaths of the Haesa-bangdo members don’t anger me much.
As Samjeolchuho said, it was a path they chose, an ending they chose for themselves.
But the presence of the Hyeolseonggyo, who sacrificed commoners as offerings, in this same space… my blood boils.
Is there nothing to be done about it?
‘Hyeolseonggyo!’
I expand my qi perception outward.
The Five Elements Divine Art’s five-element true qi spreads in all directions.
This has become much like a sensory organ itself.
My perception, honed to its peak, allows me to sense everything on the battlefield with perfect clarity.
The sound of blades piercing lungs.
I feel the great swords tearing through flesh and severing cervical vertebrae.
I hear furious roars amid the death cries of the dying.
It was similar to touching something while wearing gloves, yet somehow conveyed even more detailed sensation.
One by one, and as my qi perception expanded further, I suddenly sensed hundreds, thousands of people across the battlefield.
Yet my mind remained ice-cold and solid. And finding myself astonished by this, I traced the cause within my thoughts.
Because of the Hyeolseonggyo who orchestrated all of this, my rage burns like swallowed lava.
Anger burns hotter than anything else, so sorrow has frozen solid.
Humans are.
Truly selfish creatures.
When anger burns hotter than anything else.
The suffering ceases to exist.
Even within such thoughts, I must do what must be done.
My perception continues to expand to its maximum capacity, and finally, the expanded qi perception—
At last, I could feel something immensely powerful.
It seemed there was an extraordinary master at the center where that sound was emanating from.
Could it be Geumcheon-gun? I’m not certain, but the probability is high.
Either way, unless I stop this flute sound, this battle won’t end.
The moment I moved my body with lightness technique, I felt someone following right beside me.
My expanded senses immediately identified who it was.
“Sister. Namgung Un, great swordmaster.”
Samjeolchuho. And Namgung Un.
Before those two could say anything, we trampled over the heads of Haesa-bangdo members and leaped across branches, running into the forest together.
[How unfair. Tamho Master calls me sister, yet why do I get called great swordmaster, Jin? I’ve even risked my life for you—wouldn’t you call me brother?]
[It’s in this direction.]
Namgung Un and Samjeolchuho each sent their messages through sound transmission.
Especially at Namgung Un’s absurd complaint, I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh despite the urgent situation.
He must be saying this because I revealed everything about the Cheonrae Sword technique to him.
But now that we’ve come this far, I don’t find him disagreeable.
[If you reduce your drinking, I’ll consider it. I’ll face Geumcheon-gun myself, so please handle the other subordinates.]
* * *
I sent the message through sound transmission and rushed through the forest.
An altar came into view ahead.
There, I could see people conducting a suspicious ritual, and standing before them was a masked woman holding a great sword planted in the ground.
Geumcheon-gun.
She was waiting.
[I will face Geumcheon-gun. In the meantime, please handle her other subordinates together with Namgung Un, Sister.]
[What do you mean…?!]
I knew she would object.
So I quickly sent her a message through sound transmission.
[Your goal isn’t Donggwi Eojin, is it?]
[…!]
At those words, Samjeolchuho looked at me with wounded eyes.
I know. She cannot even imagine a happy ending, and she believes that to wash away this karma, she must sacrifice herself by any means necessary.
That compulsion to stop her younger brother’s sins.
That’s why she acts so recklessly without hesitation.
How could I not understand? How could I not see the blood path of someone so desperate, burning themselves without a moment’s doubt as they rush forward?
Does Jicheon Cheonma have such a scene? No.
Then how do I know? With all the martial arts novels I’ve read so far, how could I not smell the scent of Donggwi Eojin in this development?
Usually when this kind of plot unfolds, the younger sibling’s mistake becomes my atonement, and we die together.
And around the end of the book, there’s a scene where an acquaintance builds a stone tomb with a sorrowful expression.
They even write poetry on the cliff with sword energy.
‘I’m a doctor with enough experience—I absolutely cannot allow that ending!’
[I don’t know what future you’re envisioning, Sister. I’m not a judge, nor do I intend to condemn you. But I do know that one who walked through that hell to see her younger brother shouldn’t have something like mutual suicide waiting at the end.]
[Younger sister.]
[Please handle the subordinates. I will subdue their leader.]
With those words, I immediately lunged toward Geumcheon-gun.
Samjeolchuho could offer no response to my charge and ultimately turned his body toward his subordinates.
If one walks the path of beasts, must one accept the fate of beasts as well?
Perhaps that is true.
But just because one has walked the path to hell, should I allow the ending to conclude in hell as well?
Whatever awaits at this end, at least I will not accept such an ending.
* * *
“The seed of Banson! It has been a while. You have grown well, haven’t you?”
The moment Geumcheon-gun saw me, he immediately swung his massive greatsword in an attack.
This much was as expected.
Therefore, I unhesitatingly threw an iron staff to block the blood-crimson sword aura.
Clang!
I succeeded in blocking the sword aura, but the iron staff shattered in half. In that instant, I drew the Icy Frost Blade and counterattacked.
Clang clang clang clang!
“Ho, truly incomparable to before? You have grown stronger.”
The greatsword moved lightly like a leaf, as if defying gravity itself.
Yet the moment our blades met, my entire body recoiled as if struck by a truck weighing dozens of tons.
In just a moment, we exchanged dozens of moves back and forth.
Even as we fought, my mind raced rapidly.
‘Looking at his sword technique, the explanation doesn’t add up. How can the recovery speed of that greatsword be this fast?’
In the end, questioning the laws of physics in the Gangho was pointless and useless.
However, as long as one has bones and muscles, two hands, a dantian, and inner energy, there exist sword techniques that are possible and those that are impossible to execute.
Geumcheon-gun’s sword technique was pursuing the impossible.
‘No wonder Mudang Gwon-je struggled against him.’
Things I could not understand in the past were now becoming clear as my martial knowledge deepened.
Now I understood why Mudang Gwon-je had struggled.
And I also understood that he had grown even stronger since then.
Crack!
Was sorcery at work here?
Perhaps it was more accurate to think of it not as a warrior using martial arts, but as a warrior-shaped puppet being manipulated to perform a puppet show.
“Wow, impressive? You’ve already seen through it?”
Geumcheon-gun immediately sensed that my sword technique was beginning to change.
“Really, this is absurd. How did you even notice? And beyond noticing, you immediately found a countermeasure and changed your sword technique? Does knowing multiple sword methods make that possible? It shouldn’t be.”
“….”
I do not answer.
I only show through my blade.
Had my Master not said it—that in this world there are two types: those who give information through conversation, and those who only leave heart demons in their wake?
For now, Geumcheon-gun did not seem like the type to offer information.
“Hahahaha! Wow. You won’t even play along? Still… fine. How wasteful. Now I understand why the sect is so desperate to obtain you. Analyzing, imagining, transforming. You’re no ordinary warrior of the Gangho.”
“….”
“Playing alone isn’t boring… let me see. How far can you follow me?”
Her attacks grew faster and more powerful.
‘So that was just a taste.’
Transcendent Martial Arts Benevolence.
Transcendent Martial Arts Life and Death Wisdom.
I unleash both techniques simultaneously.

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