Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 678

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Chapter 678
“The absolute techniques I will employ are the Sect’s divine martial arts: the Spectrum Sword Method and the Shooting Sun Sword Method.”
“The martial arts I will use are the Sect’s divine techniques: the Supreme Tai Chi Fist and the Tai Chi Fist. And the Taeching Mountain Water.”
The two of them declared the martial arts they would employ.
Then they raised their hands lightly and performed the respectful salute.
Clang!
Wol-seon-san-in’s sword drew forth, gleaming like moonlight.
The blade already carried a subtle sword aura within it.
Cheonwoo, standing against him, spread his legs shoulder-width apart, lowered his waist slightly, and extended both hands forward.
The opening stance of the Mudang Sect’s Tai Chi Fist.
‘The Tai Chi Fist is the Mudang Sect’s fundamental martial art, its origin and its entirety. The world at large dismisses it, and even the Mudang Sect’s own hermits overlook it.’
Everyone simply calls it calisthenics.
Merely exercises for health and vitality.
However, as a joint successor of Mudang Gwon-je and having received instruction from the Master himself, my perspective differed somewhat.
‘The Supreme Tai Chi Fist emerged from the Tai Chi Fist, and the Taeching Mountain Water also has its roots in the Tai Chi Fist. Therefore, the opening stance of the Tai Chi Fist can instantly transform into the Supreme Tai Chi Fist and the Taeching Mountain Water.’
It seemed Cheonwoo had also grasped this truth.
Meanwhile, the aura enveloping Wol-seon-san-in’s sword grew increasingly intense and radiant.
Killing intent.
This was a declaration to face Cheonwoo as a mortal enemy!
“Killing intent!”
“So he truly is an absolute master of Hwagyeong…”
Exclamations erupted from various corners. Yet there were also many mocking voices.
“Tsk tsk. He wouldn’t even yield first strike to a junior, yet he unleashes killing intent…”
“It seems the Jeomchang Faction has forgotten the principles of Gangho lately.”
“Indeed. No wonder their conduct is like that. A swordsman acting like a street thug—it’s all the same.”
Wol-seon-san-in heard the murmurs of the crowd.
It was true.
As a senior in Gangho, shouldn’t he yield first strike and receive three moves—wasn’t that the code of honor?
Their cultivation levels differed by two entire stages, and their ages by decades.
Conducting himself this way in a public duel meant the Jeomchang Faction couldn’t escape criticism.
“Hmph! Do you think I would rage at the words of insects? Young swordsman of the Mudang Sect, prepare yourself. I shall sever one of your arms as punishment for your insolence!”
As Wol-seon-san-in spoke with inner energy infused, his voice resonated throughout the arena.
“So you’re eating the benefits of seniority and threatening to sever the arm of a swordsman decades your junior—is that what a swordsman does, or is it the conduct of a back-alley heterodox sect member? My, you certainly live comfortably in this world. Later, I should visit the Jeomchang Faction and tell your young swordsman: ‘Your sect leader said this to me.'”
Snap!
Wol-seon-san-in’s gaze turned toward where the voice had come from.
There stood Jin Cheon-hee, whistling away without a care.
That bastard Ilgwang!
Then another swordsman from the Jeomchang Faction cried out.
“Ilgwang is mad anyway! There’s no need for the Master to mind him!”
“That’s right! Listening to Ilgwang only invites heart demons.”
“If you lose your temper and thrash about here, that’s exactly what Ilgwang wants!”
A fair point.
That bastard Ilgwang seems to grow more arrogant the further his martial arts advance.
He walks a path opposite to Hyeolrin in his youth, yet he sends people into heart demons with a single word—isn’t that just like his master?
And he’s just as disgustingly strong too.
‘Sigh, never mind. He’s just a madman anyway.’
Wol-seon-san-in steps forward.
His speed suddenly accelerates, becoming invisible to the eyes of most martial artists gathered here.
Splitting Light, Capturing Shadow!
The supreme movement technique of the Jeomchang Faction!
The Jeomchang Faction has obsessed over speed like light from past to present—a doctrine of enlightenment.
Their teachings hold that reaching light is reaching the Way, and they consider it a secret method of ascension.
Thus their divine martial techniques—the Four Extremes Sword Method and the Splitting Light Sword Method—both emphasize speed.
The Jeomchang Faction is among the top three in Gangho when it comes to pure speed itself.
Boom!
Cheonwoo twists his body slightly and raises his palm to strike the empty air.
The strong qi from the Splitting Light Sword Method had already struck that spot and passed through.
As the decisive battle begins, Cheonwoo’s single eye pursues his opponent.
Wol-seon-san-in’s speed was beyond imagination, yet remarkably, Cheonwoo’s eye captures every movement of his opponent.
‘I can see it.’
The talent my brother acknowledged. And the talent that Master has honed.
No matter how swift the movement technique, Cheonwoo’s single eye never loses sight of it.
Thus Cheonwoo swallows his thoughts internally.
And he realized.
‘I understand now. What I must do.’
Following instinct, both hands dance and trace circles.
Hands brimming with strong qi slowly begin to form the Tai Chi.
‘Master, watch.’
The mind draws the Tai Chi.
The hands respond to the mind, creating the Tai Chi.
As the Tai Chi forms in empty space, swords storm in from all directions.
Not deceptions like false strikes or feints, but honest cuts and thrusts.
Yet they are imbued with strong qi, and their speed is beyond imagination, giving them tremendous power.
The force that splits heaven and earth rushes toward Cheonwoo.
Yet that power is drawn into the rotation of the Tai Chi, condensing within it.
Everyone watches with bated breath.
Without even probing each other, they witness the full clash of divine martial techniques—how could it not be wondrous?
The Tai Chi grows thicker, and at its center, a mass of strong qi becomes a vortex, swirling.
Its speed does not slow, but gradually accelerates.
Soon the mass of strong qi at the core of the Tai Chi transforms to the size of a human head.
‘Ah! The Taiji!’
An absurdly massive Taiji filled Cheonwoo’s fingertips.
Cheonwoo’s mind too became saturated with the Taiji, and his martial techniques began to transform.
Taiji Fist.
The sixth form—Rollback the Arm.
Reversing the arms and fists.
It was one of the most elementary forms of Taiji Fist.
Literally, it was a technique of reversing the arms and fists while flowing power through them.
However.
Cheonwoo’s two hands, having reached the profound essence of this form, moved with such grandeur as if reversing heaven and earth, yin and yang themselves.
Boom.
The Taiji contracted.
Shrinking smaller and smaller, it became one with the core at the center. Then a tremendous explosion erupted, beginning to tear everything around it asunder.
Crash!
The martial arena exploded in an instant.
Wol-seon-san-in, who had been wielding his Four Immortals Sword Technique, coughed blood and was sent flying out of the arena.
Those with weaker inner strength suffered minor internal injuries and coughed blood, while even those with strong inner strength had to struggle to stabilize their shaken qi.
And standing quietly in the exact center of the destroyed arena was Cheonwoo.
Whoosh.
He resumed his starting stance.
Everyone gazed upon Cheonwoo with awestruck eyes, unable to believe he had just caused such a massive explosion.
Wol-seon-san-in staggered to his feet.
“How… how is this… possible? That… what was that?”
Cheonwoo answered the blood-covered man’s question.
“Mudang Taiji Fist. Sixth form—Rollback the Arm.”
“Hah… hahah… merely… Taiji Fist destroyed my sword…”
Thud.
The great master of the Jeomchang Faction fell to his knees. Then he collapsed entirely.
“Wol-seon Master!”
“Master Sasuk!”
As the disciples of the Jeomchang Faction rushed to support him, the members of the Martial Arts Alliance who had come as mourners but suddenly found themselves as witnesses erupted in triumphant cries.
“Victory to Mudang Sect’s Cheonwoo!”
Roaaaaaaaar!
The martial artists who had come to watch let out joyous cheers.
However, the warriors of the Jeomchang Faction, Gonggong Faction, and Zhongnan Faction fell silent, their faces hardening.
Jin Cheon-hee shouted mockingly at those faces.
Infusing his voice with inner strength, loudly!
“우리 정파 천우 대단하다아아아아아아아——!! 무당독권! 정파강권–!!! 정파! 정파아–! 무다아아아아앙—-!!!!”
My brother still hadn’t given up on Cheonwoo’s title.
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After the martial tournament ends, the doctors start dropping like flies.
“Damn it, did the Buseul Sect’s prayers actually work?”
“There’s no need for Buseul… Instead, they’re all patients with disrupted qi and blood.”
“Send them all to the acupuncture ward!”
Indeed.
Whether the Buseul Sect’s prayers truly worked or not, there were no major fractures or severed limbs from this confrontation between Cheonwoo’s dojo and Wol-seon-san-in.
Instead, from Cheonwoo’s sixth form of the Inverted Elbow technique, Wol-seon-san-in’s qi and blood became chaotic, and he collapsed at the seventh gate, spitting blood.
The martial artists caught in the aftermath also had their internal energy disrupted and collapsed alongside him.
Thanks to this, instead of the Buseul Sect disciples dying as expected, it was the acupuncture ward that faced casualties.
We must prevent anyone from reaching the Heart Demon stage!
The acupuncture ward screamed and drew their long needles.
Watching this unfold, Jin Cheon-hee was grinning like a demon.
“Kehehehe, I anticipated this and brought two of the acupuncture ward’s senior doctors along!”
Jang Mun-in, the Jeong Hyeong hermit, spoke in exasperation.
“You also brought people from the Buseul Sect.”
And the senior doctors brought along didn’t come alone.
They brought all their middle-aged men and medical assistants with them.
In that short time, they had them ride on the messengers’ backs and rushed here since dawn.
There was no helping it.
Senior doctors are naturally old and frail, so they absolutely need young attendants to serve them.
Moreover, senior doctors of that caliber know Soggakju’s temperament very well.
To them, being specially summoned by Soggakju meant this task would be brutally difficult.
While the acupuncture ward wept tears of blood like this.
Soggakju Jin Cheon-hee was extracting one needle from each knuckle and jabbing them repeatedly into the patient’s back of the head and crown, while the patient…
“You’re not being careless just because our sect is small, are you?”
Jin Cheon-hee’s posture seemed so loose that everyone suspected he was doing this carelessly.
However, the senior doctors watching this broke out in cold sweat and exchanged only glances with each other.
‘I knew he was absolute with bone-setting, but he’s absolute with acupuncture too.’
‘How is it possible that he’s striking the acupoints in one go without even testing them first?’
‘That’s not all. He’s infusing yang qi through the needle tip before inserting it.’
At this rate, even patients with severely damaged qi and blood recover quickly.
‘And the amount of yang qi he’s infusing is the same amount used during full-body passive treatment.’
‘Yet he doesn’t even tire. He’s a monster.’
A martial artist who didn’t know this immediately shouted.
“Answer me. Ilgwang!”
“Oh, I revived him from fainting and his mouth’s working fine~”
Saying so, I suddenly jabbed a needle right into his philtrum.
“Kwack!”
“Mm, went in nicely~”
Watching this, another medical assistant exchanged glances.
‘Doctor Sang… is that the right spot to needle?’
‘That one’s just for the pain. It’s an excellent point for insomnia.’
It was an incredibly painful acupoint. And pressing it regularly was good for one’s health.
In the midst of this, Wol-seon-san-in, who had regained consciousness, suddenly bolted upright.
“Cheonwoo! I’ll tear that bastard to shreds, I swear it!”
In that instant, a golden needle flew from Jin Cheon-hee’s fingers and struck Wol-seon-san-in’s brow with a sharp thunk.
Thwip!
Such precise needle work—as if I had foreseen his very next movement!
“Aaaagh!”
“Please keep quiet, esteemed one~ I’ve corrected your twisted qi flow, but if you keep getting angry and it ruptures again, you’ll fall into demonic possession. You need to live a long life~”
A cunning voice, yet the hands were utterly cold and methodical.
‘That technique I just displayed—could it be an application of the Pulse-Reading Technique?’
The martial artists gasped, their eyes widening in astonishment.

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