Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 776

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Chapter 776
At that moment.
A group entered the inn.
The Chilmu-dan Leader I had seen during the day. And beside him stood an elderly man with a cunning expression.
I rose from my seat and bowed respectfully.
“Oh! Chilmu-dan Leader, it’s good to see you again. What brings you here?”
My interjection was somewhat odd, but Ilgwang had always been that sort of fellow.
‘Could he have detected the Seven Treasure Pill? An ethereal substance with no scent or color? Does that dog possess such keen olfactory senses? No, wait… he ate it.’
Originally, I had planned to quickly detoxify Ilgwang after he collapsed from consuming the Seven Treasure Pill, then seal his pressure points.
But if he had detected what the Seven Treasure Pill was, he would have fled.
Yet there were clear signs that he had deliberately taken a bite despite knowing it was poison.
“Ilgwang, if you surrender peacefully, I will preserve your limbs intact.”
“My goodness! Such harsh words right from the start. And who might this gentleman beside you be?”
Even in this oppressive situation, Ilgwang was exaggerating his playfulness rather than showing fear.
At his demeanor, the elderly man’s eyebrows twitched slightly.
“I am known as Han Dok-hyeol-su Dong-jeok. Surely you’ve heard my name?”
At those words, I immediately recalled him using the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong.
“Ah! Indeed, I’ve heard much about you. Han Dok-hyeol-su Dong-jeok.”
Long ago, the martial techniques of the vanished Han Dok Demonic Sect were rediscovered, and it was none other than Han Dok-hyeol-su Dong-jeok who found them.
Already steeped in demonic cultivation and possessed of a naturally brutal temperament, after perfecting his techniques he committed numerous atrocities before defecting to the Sadoren.
His name was also recorded in the biographical records compiled by Sama Hyeon.
“I understand you are now the leader of the Nang-sa-dan, are you not?”
“The young one knows much. Wouldn’t it be wise to surrender if you wish to live?”
“Hmm… well, is there truly a reason I should allow myself to be captured?”
“What did you say?”
Han Dok-hyeol-su released his killing intent. The entire room was pressured by that aura.
Even Jasi swallowed nervously, but Ilgwang remained composed.
“Even if both of you came at me together, you would not be my match. But if you simply leave now, I’ll pretend this incident never happened.”
“Ha! How arrogant, you whelp!”
His pride wounded, Han Dok-hyeol-su attacked first.
I seized his wrist and spun with him as if dancing.
“You certainly are quick-tempered, sir.”
A basic form of Taiji Quan.
Dao Quan Hong.
With merely a basic exercise technique, I deflected his devastating attack and lightly struck his solar plexus with a Taiji Palm technique.
Boom!
Han Dok-hyeol-su’s body flew from that single blow, crashing outside the inn.
“Woooah!”
The people in the inn who witnessed this gasped in amazement.
I smiled faintly.
“I will not retreat, Elder.”
“You insolent worm!”
Han Dok-hyeol-su’s voice cut through the air. I saw hundreds of martial artists gathered outside the inn.
Normally, one would be crushed by the overwhelming aura emanating from these hundreds of masters.
But why?
I felt no fear of them whatsoever.
‘Ah, I see. This must be thanks to the enlightenment I gained from this recent journey beyond the world.’
I had heard that much of the Gangho’s reputation was hollow.
Perhaps I had assumed the same would be true of myself.
Or maybe I thought that with so many masters gathered here, even Ilgwang himself would be powerless.
‘That’s right. A few years ago, I would have certainly thought of fleeing.’
This time, I turned my gaze toward the Chilmu-dan Leader, the Bearded Middle-Aged Man.
“Ugh.”
The Chilmu-dan Leader, meeting my eyes, seemed overwhelmed by my presence and retreated, attempting to withdraw.
‘Well, if I don’t finish this quickly, they’ll pour into the inn, and that would be troublesome for the innkeeper. Business is business, after all. I suppose I have no choice but to entertain them appropriately.’
With that thought, I clasped my hands behind my back and stepped outside.
Han Dok-hyeol-su was rising to his feet, his face flushed crimson with rage.
“Ilgwang! If you wish to avoid a bitter fate, you should not run. Nang-sa-dan! Nang-sa-jin formation!”
At Han Dok-hyeol-su’s cry, hundreds of warriors clad in the Nang-sa-dan garb began spinning iron chains in circles.
Iron weights hung from the ends of the chains.
“Oh, I’ve never seen a formation like this before. You bind with these and then attack, yes? Not bad. This is quite something.”
I offered my honest admiration.
At my unexpected praise, the faces of the Nang-sa-dan members flushed red.
It was as though a master were looking down upon novices.
“You fool! No matter how supreme a master you are, none can escape once caught within this formation!”
“Big brother, let’s show this bastard some real pain!”
The Gangho knew well that the Nang-sa-jin formation was so vicious that once you entered it, escape was impossible, no matter your skill.
‘And yet he speaks such words, knowing that reputation!’
The Nang-sa-dan warriors composing the formation erupted in fury.
Han Dok-hyeol-su shouted.
“Attack!”
Dozens of iron chains flew toward me.
“Hmm, when hundreds use them simultaneously, they’d tangle, so you’ve arranged them in sequence? Your directional coverage is quite well-planned.”
My eyes blazed with brilliant blue light.
My hand caught the first chain that flew toward me.
Then, as though playing jump rope with a child, I grasped it, spun it, and sent it flying in different directions.
Crash!
With my other hand, I caught the next chain, pulled it, and with a quick flick, entangled it with another chain.
All of this occurred in the mere blink of an eye.
I extended my hands ten times in rapid succession, employing the Palm Technique and the Metal Finger Method.
Chains tangled in mid-air, rendering them completely immobile.
Everyone gasped in shock at the sight.
“This madman!”
“The chains won’t move!”
“Untangle those chains!”
Upon the chains now tangled like a spider’s web, Jin Cheon-hee stood on his hands in mockery.
Then he moved both hands and flicked the iron chains.
Thrum-thrum-thrum-thrum-thung!
It was music.
And that music carried inner force within it.
“Cover your ears! It’s a sound technique!”
Wang Mang shouted urgently, but all the martial artists of Sadoren who had gathered began to collapse, coughing up blood with a horrible sound.
The sound grew louder and louder, and hundreds fell in an instant.
The iron chains rolled across the ground.
It wasn’t just the Nang-sa-dan who fought on the front lines that suffered.
Even the Chilmu-dan Leaders standing behind them collapsed together.
What remained were merely a handful of supreme masters, Wang Mang, and Dong Jeok.
The number of those still standing didn’t even reach thirty.
The problem was that even the supreme masters were merely gritting their teeth and trembling as they stood.
“Damn it! To think he’d be this strong!”
“Did he gain some enlightenment out there beyond the world?”
At that moment, Dong Jeok sent a transmission to Wang Mang.
[We have to strike together right now!]
[Since things have come to this, there’s no choice. Understood!]
The two simultaneously launched their attacks toward Jin Cheon-hee.
Dong Jeok unleashed his signature technique toward Jin Cheon-hee.
Secret Technique: Handok Hyeolsu Palm!
Following him, Wang Mang nearly simultaneously released the Serpent Venom Sword.
The blade flew like a living snake, aiming for his opponent’s throat.
Jin Cheon-hee observed this and thought.
Within the fleeting moment of the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong, Jin Cheon-hee’s thoughts raced swiftly.
‘Hmm, impressive. There’s no talk here of sacrificing the few for the many, no mention of preferring to be devoured by a Rakshasa to maintain memories rather than starve to death. Yes. This is the Gangho. This is the true Gangho.’
He had thought the Gangho was hell all this time, but the real hell existed beyond the world.
‘Look, when things go wrong, they don’t hesitate to throw a sword without looking back. Those who master demonic or heterodox techniques tend to act impulsively in combat due to their martial nature. Yet even in this chaos, they don’t think about sacrificing a commoner as an offering to become stronger. Even Cho Jeo only cares about his own life. This place!’
Ahhh, a healthy Gangho. Healthy Gangho warriors, healthy heterodox factions!
Behold this ordinary dog fight where you only need to break joints to finish it.
Jin Cheon-hee was even experiencing a sense of healing.
It was like a soldier who had traversed battlefields watching K-1 in civilized society.
Jin Cheon-hee immediately employed the Dual Thought Technique.
In his right hand dwelt the Taeching Mountain Water, while in his left hand rested the Pae Cheon Musang Palm of the Pae Cheon Musang Divine Technique.
Originally, the Pae Cheon Musang Divine Art possessed destructive power that was excessively tyrannical in nature, and I myself found it extremely difficult to control its force, so I rarely employed it.
However, through this life-and-death confrontation with Baekcheon-gun, I had finally achieved perfect control over its power.
With my preparations complete, I released the time I had been holding back.
The time, which had been nearly frozen, suddenly accelerated, and the three of us collided.
Boom—crash—crash—crash—crash!
Unable to withstand the force, Wang Mang and Dong Jeok were simultaneously sent flying backward.
Yet I alone remained standing unscathed.
Dong Jeok coughed violently, blood mixed in with each breath.
“H-how… how can you remain unharmed after taking my Extreme Han Dok!”
“Even if you call it Extreme Han Dok…”
Black energy coalesced around my left arm.
“Compared to the Black Poison Dragon in my left arm, it’s… somewhat lacking.”
The toxic qi generated by the black energy caused the surrounding grass to wither and die.
The poison of Hyeongyeong’s Toxin, obtained from Oh Dok-mun in the past.
“C-cough… cough. What… what kind of poison is that… this cannot be!”
With those words, the elderly Dong Jeok collapsed.
Unlike Han Dok-hyeol-su who had fallen first, Wang Mang had not yet lost consciousness. He merely collapsed, coughing blood just the same.
I looked at Wang Mang and spoke.
“Given the circumstances, there’s no helping it. All of you…”
“…I heard you won’t kill us.”
“Yes, that’s correct. However, I must still collect the bounty at the magistrate’s office.”
“Wh-what are you saying? Ilgwang! Don’t you know of the magistrate’s inviolability!”
“Magistrate’s inviolability or whatever. I must collect the bounty, mustn’t I? Among the heterodox factions, how many aren’t bandits, water bandits, or bandits of some sort?”
Gasp!
With those words, Wang Mang collapsed.
I beckoned to Jasi standing beside me with my finger.
“Ah, Jasi. Do you know how to dislocate joints?”
“I only know how to kill or sever.”
“Ah… I see. Then learn now. You have talent in martial arts, so you’ll pick it up quickly.”
Crack!
I broke Wang Mang’s arm while he was unconscious, speaking cheerfully.
“I-is the Gangho always like this?”
I nodded to Jasi, whose complexion had turned pale.
“Yes, that’s right. The loser pays the winner’s price—that is the way of Gangho.”
“…T-terrifying place indeed.”
“Is it? I found birds to be the most frightening.”
Crack—
Well then, let’s turn you all into money.
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My pockets had grown heavy with coin.
‘Hmm. One character of gold used in Gaebang has already been restored with surplus. They were all expensive ones indeed.’
Money was best earned like a dog and spent like a prime minister.
Jin Cheon-hee remained in the poison chamber, practicing breathing exercises.
Though called breathing exercises, I didn’t go so deep as to fall into a focused state.
I maintained a state of constant alertness to prepare for surprise attacks.
Then suddenly, I sensed someone’s presence.
Jin Cheon-hee immediately went outside and found Daytime Open Door standing there.
He entered the poison chamber with a smirk.
“Indeed, you are Cheonhailgwang. I am impressed.”
“Suddenly impressed, you say?”
“Did you not capture hundreds of Sadoren members alone during the day? Truly, who in all the realm could accomplish such a feat?”
At those words, Jin Cheon-hee scratched his head vigorously.
“Ah, it’s not really something to boast about.”
“Not something to boast about?”
“Even if I suppress some heterodox factions, Gangho remains merely Gangho. Rather, tilling potatoes in my own garden is far more enjoyable and meaningful.”
Watching Ilgwang casually place the suppression of heterodox factions and potato farming on equal footing, Gae-bang-do burst into laughter.
“Ha ha ha! Truly you are Cheonhailgwang. There was good reason that Bangju called you a close friend.”
He spoke thus and produced a document.
“Here it is. Jin Sogakju. Thanks to your exploits today, Sadoren will remain quiet for some time. How fortunate indeed.”
“Oh my! Thank you.”
“Heh heh heh. Then we shall meet again.”
Gae-bang-do spoke thus and swiftly vanished somewhere.
“Whew, that person’s martial prowess is no ordinary matter.”
Indeed, Gangho was vast and masters were plentiful.
Jin Cheon-hee whistled and unfolded the document.
As I skimmed through it, I inadvertently uttered a word.
‘M-Master?!’

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