Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 631

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Chapter 631
“Kkhehehehe! To witness something from the Spring and Autumn period!”
Yeon Won-wang.
He burst into genuine laughter. Long ago, there had been a time when humans engaged in tremendous warfare.
Even back then, it could be called a living hell in the mortal realm.
Even in that era, Yeon Won-wang had wandered searching for his great king.
Sometimes he became a commander under one king, and other times an alchemist serving another.
Recently, he had merely been idling away, waiting for the right “moment”—yet who knew such entertainment would unfold!
“Ugh! So that’s the one who defies heaven’s will, Ilgwang… Krkrkrkr. Truly, one lives long enough to see everything!”
“Chongchaeju. What shall we do?”
Iron Martial Sect Leader.
A spy for the Demonic Cult and the orchestrator of this affair had arrived to ask.
Among the bandits were Demonic Cultivators disguised as bandits, mingled throughout their ranks.
Only elite forces had come, not mere foot soldiers, and their numbers were considerable.
“What do you mean what? We simply push forward.”
“Is that all? Well, there’s no helping it.”
“But where is Gwireong Sannin?”
“He said he would approach from behind the mountain.”
“What… Since Gwireong Sannin is a swordsman, he intends to scale the rocky cliffs in his own way? Well, he’ll handle it as he sees fit.”
And the Bandit Confederation’s leader tensed his abdomen.
“Krkrkrkr! All forces, charge! Young ones! Kill them all!”
An enormous roar—a voice surpassing the lion’s cry echoed across the land, and all the bandits screamed in response.
“For the Bandits!”
“For the Bandits!”
The allied forces of the Bandits and the Demonic Cult began to move.
“Then I shall go ahead first.”
Iron Martial Sect Leader advanced into the distance. Yeon Won-wang watched him go, moving at a leisurely pace.
“Krr… It’s been so long since a war… I should take my time watching and simply feast on the delicacies. Krkrkrkr.”
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One of the top five among the Eighteen Bandit Strongholds.
Cheongmyeon Suseo, the master of Ung Bone Stronghold.
A bandit fortress bearing the name of bear bones or bear skeleton, its master Cheongmyeon Suseo wore scholar’s robes and was a Monstrous Person with skin bearing a faint bluish hue.
An expert in poison techniques, his primary weapons were poisoned projectiles thoroughly soaked in toxin and a poison-coated whip called the Poison Iron Whip—grotesque weapons ill-suited to scholar’s attire.
He had mastered the secret techniques of the Chungdok Sect, a school exterminated long ago, and having improperly cultivated poison techniques, his nature had become petty and vicious, making him a bandit of long standing.
He stood at the very forefront, advancing at a speed slightly faster than the others.
Pappat!
Due to his superior lightness technique, he appeared to be walking yet moved faster than running!
Cheongmyeon Suseo glanced to the side.
Disguised as a bandit, a master sent in support from the Demonic Cult was pursuing him.
As Cheongmyeon Suseo ran while adjusting his pace, what entered his vision was a wooden palisade—a barrier made of timber.
While the palisade was constructed with considerable care, there was no way it could stop masters of the Gangho.
The distance remaining was now around two hundred paces, but for experts of this caliber, such a distance was hardly far at all.
‘However, if I’m to move with the other bandits, I’ll need to moderate my speed somewhat.’
In that instant.
“Release the arrows–!”
With Man Seon’s thunderous command, night suddenly fell.
‘What in the world?’
Looking up at the sky, the sun hadn’t disappeared. Rather, countless arrows had blanketed the heavens.
“Damn it, arrows! The Baekrin Group brought archers with them!”
“Everyone, flee!”
Like ants caught in a downpour, they scattered in confusion—a rabble through and through.
The bandits began falling one by one, struck by arrows.
Cheongmyeon Suseo swept his sleeves to deflect the arrows rapidly, but several he couldn’t block fell at his feet and embedded themselves in the ground.
Thunk, thunk, thunk!
“Iron arrows?”
Not ordinary arrows, but arrows forged entirely of iron.
While firing them required greater difficulty than arrows made of wood and feathers, for the Baekrin Group, who received systematic training under Gungwi, firing iron arrows was naturally one of the essential skills they had to master.
“Warriors firing iron arrows? What in the—!”
“Didn’t they say even the garrison soldiers struggle to fire iron arrows?”
“I heard only the northern nomads could do it… How is this possible!”
“The arrows are reaching us from over two hundred paces away!”
In that moment, one of the bandits shouted with inner force.
“Don’t lose heart! We are proud bandits of the Green Forest! Would our spirits break over mere arrows? Kahahaha!”
“That’s right! Look at our numbers! Let’s charge!”
The bandits, trusting in their numerical superiority, began charging forward.
Watching them, Man Seon spoke.
“Are these bastards insane? They should either retreat or raise the white flag in surrender, yet they charge?”
Observing the bandits, the other Baekrin Uiseon Warriors added their own remarks.
“Ignorance breeds courage, they say!”
“I notice there’s no drum signal from behind either—it seems they haven’t even established a retreat command?”
Even the Baekrin Uiseon Medical Officers were taken aback.
Though they didn’t know how to fight like warriors, some among them had actually experienced real warfare.
They realized that these creatures, who had so brutally slaughtered and tormented commoners, were far more ignorant than expected.
‘Usually, when we fire arrows, don’t warriors emerge from the left or right flank as if they anticipated it?’
The Baekrin Group continued loosing arrows even as they marveled at their enemies’ stupidity.
It wasn’t only the Baekrin Group firing.
Though the Cheongrin-dae hadn’t received archery instruction from Gungwi, the Baekrin Group had taught them archery directly.
First strike with arrows, second strike with blades.
This cowardly tactic of striking first with projectiles and later with swords was the pride of the Baekrin Group!
How could they not pass such knowledge on to the Cheongrin-dae?
Because of this, the rain of arrows unleashed by eight hundred martial archers inflicted considerable casualties upon the bandits charging toward the wooden palisade.
Thousands had already fallen.
Yet the bandits pressed forward relentlessly, breached the palisade, and surged through.
But the moment they entered, something strange occurred—the sky tilted, and the surrounding landscape warped before their eyes.
“T-the ground is tilting!”
“Don’t be fooled! It’s a formation! That cunning Ilgwang has set up a formation!”
Above them, arrows continued to rain down relentlessly.
“Kyaaaagh!”
“Gack!”
Arrows fell upon the bandits as they stumbled about in confusion, claiming their lives.
Casualties accumulated once more in an instant.
“A formation and arrow barrage combined! What manner of ruthless dogs are these!”
“What hellscape is this!”
Sword energy erupted from all directions.
Among it, I could sense martial force being channeled as well—the demonic cultivator masters were dismantling the formation.
Boom-boom-boom-crash!
Finally, the formation shattered completely.
The world that had been tilting to one side returned to its proper orientation.
“Gasp, gasp… I felt like I was going to vomit.”
“What kind of bizarre formation is this…?”
“Why in blazes did that dog Ilgwang create such a cursed formation!”
Normally, a formation should cause one to wander in circles within thick mist, should it not?
I couldn’t comprehend why the ground had tilted at all.
As the formation crumbled, a second palisade came into view.
The distance was roughly fifty zhang.
Then.
The bandits’ morale wavered slightly.
They hadn’t even crossed blades with the enemy yet, and already considerable numbers had perished.
“You wretches! I’ll slaughter every last one of you!”
Yet among them were those consumed with rage—the demonic cultivator masters disguised and hidden within the bandit ranks.
To mock the Master with such tricks!?
Seething with fury at the bizarre formation, they began charging forward in a frenzy.
Their number was precisely three hundred.
And at their vanguard stood the Iron Martial Sect Leader.
‘I never expected these rabble to accomplish anything worthwhile anyway.’
Each one a peak or transcendent master. If they pushed forward with sheer force, nothing could stop them.
Cheongmyeon Suseo observed this and thought to himself.
‘You demonic cultivators… yes. You breach the vanguard.’
After all, the alliance with the demonic cultivators was merely for immediate gain. We were nothing but expendable pieces to one another.
In that very moment.
The wooden palisade blocking the front suddenly burst into flames.
“Fire?”
“Why is there fire now…?”
In that instant, the flames roared to life with terrifying intensity.
“Tch! Such petty tricks!”
The demonic cultivator shattered the palisade with raw energy force.
The fact that he unleashed pure force rather than sword energy suggested that even this demonic master was growing frustrated.
CRASH!
Yet what emerged from behind was another wooden palisade.
This one too was engulfed in flames.
Above it, Manseong Daejoo’s command rang out once more.
“Fire away–!”
At his word, another rain of arrows descended, blotting out the sun.
“Damn it! Everyone, block the arrows first!”
The ordinary bandits began falling noticeably, and even the supreme masters started sustaining wounds.
Iron Martial Sect Leader cried out in exasperation.
“What are you all doing?! Break through already!”
Though he possessed considerable martial prowess and had experience as a demonic sect operative, he lacked any real experience devising strategies and leading forces in such a blood-soaked siege.
Yet strength was always right.
That was the reason he had survived thus far, and the only truth he knew.
The demonic cultivators all began shattering the burning palisades with sword energy.
Then they quickly pushed inward.
“Finally!”
But then something strange began echoing in their ears.
“Ugh! Is this sound technique?!”
“No, it’s a formation. A formation that creates phantom sounds!”
Meanwhile, Manseong Daejoo shouted again.
“Fire away–!”
PING PING PING PING!
“You Baekrin Group bastards–!”
The bandits screamed with veins bulging from their necks. This was not a battle of the martial world.
Iron Martial Sect Leader twisted his sword energy, wrapping it around his blade.
The rotating energy coalesced at the sword’s tip, and as the rotation reached its peak, he unleashed the technique.
Iron Blood Demon countered.
Iron Blood Shattering Sword–!
Sword energy, when wielded skillfully, could produce the force of a physical blade.
This required the martial knowledge of a sword master, and without it, one could not survive in the demonic sect.
The sword energy he created surged forth like a tidal wave, sweeping across all directions.
CRASH!
Finally, both the palisade and the formation shattered completely.
As the formation halted, the Five Rings Society came into view within.
Manseong Daejoo spoke as if to make a point.
“Everyone, retreat–!”
At his command, the martial artists of the Baekrin Group and Cheongrin-dae swiftly gathered their arrows and fled.
Clack–
“These bastards are toying with us!”
Fury surged to the crown of my head, yet Iron Martial Sect Leader first surveyed the surroundings.
The demonic cultivators had dwindled from three hundred to two hundred, and all were exhausted.
I felt as though my blood would reverse its course.
Each of them was at minimum a peak-level Sword Qi Master, masters at the pinnacle of transcendent swordsmanship. A force capable of cleaving even a major sect in half was vanishing so pathetically!
I nearly coughed blood at the power of arrows I had dismissed until now.
Moreover.
Rather than internal energy being depleted, the mental exhaustion was overwhelming.
The formation devised by Ilgwang was extraordinarily bizarre, and the fact that we hadn’t even engaged the enemy before becoming arrow fodder made my body feel heavier still.
Yet still, some six thousand bandits continued to follow.
Though four thousand of the bandits were severely wounded or dead, our numbers remained superior.
“You rat bastards! You cannot escape from this place! I will end you!”
As one demonic cultivator vented his rage, all the other demonic cultivators shared in that fury.
For what Ilgwang was orchestrating was no ordinary bandit suppression.

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