Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 634

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Chapter 634
Jin Cheon-hee’s Icy Frost Blade drew in a brilliant blue aura.
Then, the staff of Yeon Won-wang began to frost over with aura as well.
Yeon Won-wang decided that the chill he felt just moments ago must have been due to the aura.
‘After all, having lived for hundreds of years, I’ve naturally mastered martial arts! There’s no way I can’t use aura!’
Since Yoo Ho followed the Hyeol-do and performed pressure point strikes so skillfully, it meant he simply didn’t use martial arts often rather than being unable to use them.
This time, the Taeul Danseonggeom advanced with an extremely rapid piercing thrust.
At a speed so fast his wrist was invisible, Yeon Won-wang’s staff separated into nine segments once more.
Clang, clang-clang-clang-clang!
‘He blocked all the consecutive strikes?!’
Just as Jin Cheon-hee was shocked, Yeon Won-wang spoke in astonishment.
“You wretch! To unleash such impact against the Nine-Segment Staff! Are you truly human?”
Whoosh!
The segments reformed back into a complete staff.
Yeon Won-wang’s staff wrapped the aura in a spiral pattern and thrust forward as if a dragon were soaring through the air.
“Even so, you cannot block this!”
A perfect dead angle.
Normally, any warrior would be unable to defend and would have to expose their ribs.
If that happened, their body would be shredded and torn apart, resulting in death!
A smile played at the corners of Yeon Won-wang’s mouth as he aimed for this.
In that instant, Jin Cheon-hee’s form slid like the wind, leaving afterimages.
“You evaded that? Huh?”
Jin Cheon-hee retreated three steps while breathing heavily.
‘This is deadly. Since my opponent isn’t a Kang Ho-in, Life and Death Wisdom doesn’t work.’
Since my opponent was (unofficially) not human, it was difficult to discern the limits of their actions.
I couldn’t predict the next move.
‘However, this tremendous resilience, curiosity about my abilities, and the fact that a spiritual being is even serving as a bandit leader—I can sense a hunger for power. Isn’t he the perfect subject for training?’
Jin Cheon-hee gazed at him and lowered his blade.
“You! Why do you look at me not with fear but with such sticky eyes!”
Jin Cheon-hee answered.
“Are you perhaps interested in public health?”
“What dog-like nonsense—?! Eat this!”
In that instant, Yeon Won-wang opened his mouth wide and spewed fire.
The heat was so intense that the surrounding air shimmered and distorted.
Jin Cheon-hee quickly blocked it with the frigid cold of the Icy Frost Blade.
Next came a tail attack!
And simultaneously, he was swinging the staff as well!
Martial arts were originally created to be used against other humans.
Using martial prowess to contemplate one’s inner nature and cultivate the spirit could just as easily be done by practicing the Way in the mountains.
In the end, if one traces martial arts back to their roots, they were devised for humans to kill other humans.
I was not made to deal with such bizarre entities.
Yet my eyes blazed with an even deeper blue light.
The sword’s tip curved and flowed, advancing as if a painter were rendering an ink wash painting.
Sword strikes that seemed to break yet remained unbroken.
Like a small boat navigating through a raging torrent without sinking, my blade path continued in that strange, uninterrupted flow.
“That’s… the technique of the Wudang School!”
The Taiji Wisdom Sword.
Yin and yang do not merely signify cold and hot.
They also represent advance and stillness, lightness and heaviness, brightness and darkness.
At times, they even meant life and death.
My sword strikes traced the taiji.
Yet humans and spirit beings differ fundamentally in raw physical strength.
A single mistake would cause my body to burst and perish.
The Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong continued muttering, searching for answers.
I repeated the process of finding and executing the correct strikes from countless martial principles—drawn from both the practical experience honed at death’s threshold and the imperial archives I had plundered.
“Iiiiiek! How can a human possibly—!”
Amid Yeon Won-wang’s shock, I continued blocking his attacks with a single blade, again and again.
I had no energy left to respond.
Dancing upon the blade’s edge was familiar work.
But one could never grow accustomed to death itself, could one?
Crack!
In that instant, my sword and Yeon Won-wang’s staff clashed discordantly and separated.
Strangely, it was Yeon Won-wang’s staff that was sent flying backward.
I withdrew my offensive stance and changed my grip on the blade.
The moment of transition from defense to offense.
My modified sword technique—
Pae Cheon Musang Singeong!
From my shoulders through my elbows, wrists, the backs of my hands, and each individual tendon in my fingers swelled as if about to burst.
My blade path, which had only been defending,
Finally took one step forward!
Yeon Won-wang realized in shock that he had retreated one step backward.
“What… what is this?!”
In that moment, my eyes took on the exact same color as my Master’s.
The secret transmission of the Jegallim Family.
Transcendent Heart Technique—Heaven’s Net Inescapable.
One must know the enemy, overcome the enemy, and finally guide even the enemy’s blade path to become one’s own.
My disciple could not yet perform such distant calculations.
But fortunately, I could at least grasp its essence.
I spoke.
“Yeon Won-wang, was it? You are indeed strong. Among all my opponents, none have surpassed you in pure strength alone.”
Blue eyes fixed upon the enemy. I continued speaking.
“However, fortunately that arrogance became my opening. Thanks to his crude, simplistic strikes devoid of finesse, a gap appeared for me to exploit.”
In that instant, a blade grazed across Yeon Won-wang’s shoulder, traveling down his wrist.
Clang!
Yet, as he had said, his body—nearly impervious as diamond—barely managed to prevent a fatal wound.
“A wound upon my flesh! How is this… How could a mere human accomplish this?!”
In the moment his eyes widened in shock.
A voice rang out.
“Brother~ Catch the monkey~? Let me help too~”
Sama Hyeon descended. Those words meant the Demonic Cult and its remnants had been eliminated!
“Kekeke! Do you truly believe one more human will change anything?”
The moment he boasted such words, a woman walked forward behind Sama Hyeon.
“Amitabha Buddha. To think such a being exists….”
In that moment, Yeon Won-wang perceived it.
Behind Sama Hyeon, something massive like Mount Tai itself approached.
“…You… You! You know how to wield Intent!”
Upon seeing the Abbot, he sensed her overwhelming power through her mere presence.
“I do not understand what you speak of, honored one.”
Shhring-
The Abbot drew her blade.
Curiously, what she held was not a sword but a wooden staff.
Yet the metallic sound it produced was peculiar.
Yeon Won-wang clicked his tongue.
“Tch! This is disadvantageous. I must flee while I still have strength!”
In that moment.
Boom boom boom boom!
Tremendous smoke erupted in all directions.
“Until we meet again! Wretched spawn of Banson! I shall not forget this grudge!”
Sama Hyeon moved swiftly to strike, but only smoke remained in that place.
“Ah, damn. He escaped.”
I replied.
“There were simply too many enemies. And….”
“Hmm?”
I picked up the smoke bomb he had dropped and examined its interior, then spoke thus.
“This is no ordinary smoke bomb sold in the markets. This Yeon Won-wang… Did he craft this himself?”
“…Brother?”
My eyes gleamed.
‘If so, does he possess fundamental knowledge of chemistry…?’
Like a prince holding Cinderella’s glass slipper, I carefully held the smoke bomb Yeon Won-wang had dropped.
‘That’s right. Yoo Ho has struggled alone all this time.’
Since I can’t even graduate, wouldn’t it be better to create at least one subordinate?
‘A monkey doing chemistry!’
Jin Cheon-hee was grateful that he had brought Cheonil-chwi with him.
But the opponent was Yeon Won-wang.
Master of the Eighteen Bandit Clans.
How many commoners had the bandits under his command killed?
How many doctors’ hearts had rotted away while collecting corpses?
‘If I can save him and have him contribute to this world rather than simply kill him.’
Since he lives longer than humans, couldn’t he contribute to the world for an even longer time?
These creatures wouldn’t whine to their professors about being too busy to get married, and they wouldn’t need vacation time for arthritis or slipped discs.
‘Yes. A graduate assistant who never graduates. What a beautiful concept.’
A life of daily dedication to human progress.
How many lives had Yoo Ho saved already?
When Yoo Ho threatened me asking if I wanted my liver torn out, honestly, even if he ate three meals of people a day, by now the number of people he’s saved would be greater.
‘There’s no helping it. He’s a supernatural being. I can’t ask him to follow human laws.’
Then Sama Hyeon spoke.
“Hyeong. Are you okay? What was that opponent like just now?”
He seemed worried about his hyeong’s condition.
To such a Sama Hyeon, Jin Cheon-hee answered with a gentle smile.
“Yeah. I’m fine, Hyeon-a. I’m thinking about this very calmly.”
‘First I’ll beat him, then give him a drink, persuade him about public health for humanity, and beat him again—maybe then he’ll listen to me.’
That was the way of Gangho.
Still, this one doesn’t seem to be from Hyeolseonggyo, so I won’t kill him if I can help it.
He’ll just end up working a little more than Yoo Ho as his junior.
‘Let’s meet again. Yeon Won-wang. You escaped today, but next time we’ll definitely meet. Definitely.’
Jin Cheon-hee picked up the glass slipper Yeon Won-wang left behind—no, the smoke bomb—and had Hwang-gu smell it.
“Hwang-gu, remember this scent well.”
Hwang-gu wagged his tail and memorized Yeon Won-wang’s scent.
Woof, woof!
Yoo Ho. Wait just a little longer.
I’ll create a new jun… no, a junior for you!
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Gwireong Sannin was watching this situation from the peak of the rocky mountain.
“Phew, there’s no helping it in the end?”
Then Yeon Won-wang landed on top of the rocky mountain in one leap.
“What are you two doing just sitting there? Why didn’t you help?”
At those words, Gwireong Sannin furrowed his brow.
“What chance would we have going down now? Did you expect the bandits and demonic cultists to be overwhelmed so completely? Going down there would just be a dog’s death.”
Yeon Won-wang, who was expected to get angry at those words, answered surprisingly honestly.
“Maybe I really do need to hire some kind of strategist?”
“I gave you that advice, and I told you that only weaklings do such things.”
At those words, Yeon Won-wang scratched his head sheepishly.
“Well… up until now, everyone died from a single strike of my Gujeolpyeon, so that’s why.”
“Ugh.”
Perhaps because he was a spiritual being.
His anger burned like fire, but once it subsided, there were no lingering grudges.
“Anyway, Cheonrajimang… It reminds me of Jegal Ryang from back in the day. That bastard was truly arrogant, but this one is the opposite—sluggish and slow.”
“Jegal Ryang? Was he still alive back then? In any case, we shall retreat.”
“Tsk, suit yourself.”
Gwireong Sannin spoke.
“By the way, you don’t seem to have any thoughts about the Nok-rim’s defeat?”
“Whether humans live or die matters not. After all, this position was only obtained because of those human bastards who entered my mountain range.”
“Sigh. Next time, please use a strategist.”
“I will. So, shall I go?”
With that, he departed swiftly.
He did nothing that a proper leader should have done, simply leaving as he was.
In a way, it was the nature of a bandit, so Gwireong Sannin clicked his tongue.
“We retreat as well!”
Then, one last time, he looked down at Jin Cheon-hee.
“To defeat Yeon Won-wang… He’s no ordinary fellow. Is that man truly human?”
Bewildered, he uttered those words.
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With Chongchaeju Jecheon Soseng Yeonwon-wang in flight, his subordinates naturally lost their will to fight and lowered their swords.
“They fought so desperately to the death, but the moment the leader fled, they surrendered without hesitation.”
Gongseon Yeong clicked his tongue in disbelief.
Thus, the war with the Nok-rim Eighteen Strongholds came to an end.
Jin Cheon-hee answered.
“It seems Yeon Won-wang’s name carries considerable weight.”
“Right. He certainly appeared stronger than Muryeong.”
That was indeed the case.
A strange power and physical structure that no human could produce.
Moreover, his opponent had also mastered martial arts, making him extraordinarily difficult to fight.

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