Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 804

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Chapter 804
Though his face was also hidden behind a mask, beneath it was the visage of a middle-aged man with a beard.
A man who had received orders from Mi Jik at an ordinary farmhouse.
He shook his head and rose to his feet.
“I shall handle my own affairs.”
With those words, he departed without waiting for anyone else’s response.
Salgeomnuju’s eyes narrowed.
‘In direct confrontation, even I would find it difficult to guarantee victory against such a master…. An unfamiliar face. Could he be from the government?’
His movements differed subtly from those of ordinary Gangho wanderers.
Then Salgeomnuju’s gaze turned toward another figure.
An elderly man dressed in white, utterly out of place in this gathering. Beside him stood a woman wielding a spear.
The woman wore an eye patch over one eye.
The elderly man caught Salgeomnuju’s gaze, smiled faintly, and departed.
The one-eyed woman possessed remarkably long legs; with just a few strides, she covered great distance. She moved in tandem with the old man.
‘That elderly man and woman. Both are unfamiliar to me, yet they rival my own strength.’
Among all the assassins present, only these two had left their faces uncovered.
Even if they were merely ordinary Gangho wanderers rather than professional assassins, after murdering the Minor Sect Leader of the Jegallim Family, anyone would naturally conceal their identity to avoid karmic retribution.
Yet these two gave it no thought whatsoever.
He had checked behind their ears for signs of a face-changing mask, but found nothing.
Whether it stemmed from confidence, madness, or belonging to some faction powerful enough to disregard Baekrin Uiseon as an enemy, he could not determine.
Though uncertain, Salgeomnuju remained vigilant regardless.
‘They say the Gangho is filled with eccentric masters as numerous as grains of sand….’
He would not pursue those who departed.
There was no certainty they could be captured anyway.
Salgeomnuju turned his attention to the gathered people and his own subordinates.
“I shall explain the plan….”
Cheonhailgwang, Veiled Madman, So Ui-seon.
Jin Cheon-hee must die here without fail.
* * *
Whiiiip~
Noeji returned from reconnaissance.
“Yes, as expected they’re gathering in one place and coming together, right? How many? Around eight hundred? Hmm…. They’re dismantling the formation from its foundation to reach me…. Is that it?”
Sama Hyeon spoke.
“Tsk tsk, it seems they haven’t experienced the spicy part yet.”
“That’s right. They haven’t tasted the spice.”
Namgung Un asked.
“Jin, younger brother. Spicy taste? What do you mean?”
Jin Cheon-hee lifted his azure eyes and countered.
“Namgung, older brother. Do you know why assassins are so fearsome?”
“Hmm? Isn’t it because they attack cowardly and without warning?”
“Exactly. So if the assassins fail to ambush and their positions are revealed?”
“They become easy prey. But their numbers are considerable, aren’t they?”
These are survivors who lived through formation arrays, sleep techniques, and paralytic poisons.
Each individual possesses martial prowess worthy of recognition in the Gangho.
With such warriors converging together, there’s no reason not to fear them.
Jin Cheon-hee spoke.
“Of course that’s true… but ambushes aren’t something only they can execute. Isn’t that right, Hyeon-a?”
At those words, Sama Hyeon’s amethyst eyes gleamed.
He had already changed into dark robes.
Simple dark robes in material, yet crafted with meticulous care and elegant styling.
“Of course, Hyeong~ Shall we begin right away?”
Jin Cheon-hee asked in surprise.
“You… why are you so well-prepared?”
“With so many assassins present, surely you wouldn’t want to engage them openly? Everyone would naturally assume Gaga would deploy me.”
Namgung Un shook his head.
“No, most people wouldn’t think that far ahead. Before that, how did you even…”
Sama Hyeon also appeared delighted. Could he genuinely enjoy facing so many assassins?
Was that even possible?
Namgung Un released a small sigh.
‘Am I the only one who’s sane?’
Jin Cheon-hee spoke.
“What are you doing, Namgung Hyeong? You haven’t changed into dark robes. And… you don’t know concealment techniques, do you?”
“Do I really need to learn something like that?”
The minor sect leader of the Namgung Family.
No, now the patriarch of the Namgung Family.
A man who has walked only through the front gates since birth.
What reason would he have to scale another’s walls, or to seek out back entrances?
He could suppress his footsteps to some degree, but that was merely a trick—far from adequate compared to formal concealment techniques.
In that moment, Namgung Un felt Sama Hyeon’s gaze shift.
‘…He’s looking down on me.’
Having lived righteously and openly with the Righteous Faction, did he deserve such judgment?
Yet even this thought was beneath Sama Hyeon’s contempt.
Regardless, Namgung Un felt wronged. And rightly so.
Jin Cheon-hee spoke.
“Life is such that you can’t spend it doing only bright and joyful things~ Why not experience this firsthand? I’ll teach you a genuine assassin’s technique.”
Assassin’s martial arts.
Techniques specialized in concealment and ambush. Naturally, throwing concealed weapons was included.
“It’s surprising that genuine assassin techniques even exist. But can you learn it immediately?”
“Ah, it’s simple. Besides, the Namgung Family’s martial arts always pursue the tyrannical path, but with just slight variations, they become quite serviceable concealment techniques.”
“Speak sense. The main family’s techniques couldn’t possibly be like that.”
“….”
I simply stared at Namgung Un without responding.
My expression was so doll-like that Namgung Un felt an inexplicable chill.
“So it’s easy to learn, then?”
“Yes, Hyeon-a.”
“Okay~”
With those words, Sama Hyeon tossed a night robe to Namgung Un.
Namgung Un fell into thought as he put on the garment.
‘I see. Even so, I still find my younger brother Jin endearing.’
The gaze I had just displayed carried something so disturbingly alien that it seemed as though it might haunt his dreams.
* * *
The assassins gathered in organized formation and began ascending the mountain.
The formation master dissolved the array at the front.
They felled the trees that formed the array’s core and shattered the boulders.
As the formation’s structure crumbled, the qi began flowing steadily in its original direction.
All things must return to their natural state.
And yet.
“It’s difficult to dismantle the array that envelops the entire mountain.”
“For you to speak such words?”
“The Jegallim Family are masters of arrays, and none in the Gangho can rival them. This one was raised by Jegalling, their successor, so naturally he employs the essence of the Jegallim Family’s techniques.”
“Even so, I never imagined it would be to this extent.”
“It’s natural you wouldn’t know. The arrays Hyeolrin Gwangssal demonstrated were merely fragments, and most who witnessed them have either died or failed to pass their knowledge to their successors.”
The formation master stroked his chin and spoke thus.
“All I can do is dismantle portions and carve a path for entry. Without burning this entire mountain, that’s the limit. And even if we burn it, since we face the Jegallim Family, I hold no confidence. Fire techniques are among the things they handle best.”
Though summer is undoubtedly the hot season, paradoxically winter is the season most conducive to forest fires.
Winter fires burn more easily than summer fires and spread more rapidly.
The cold, dry air continuously carries the embers onward, leaving only ash in its wake.
The members of the Jegallim Family resembled such a winter.
‘That the priest of the legendary Bukgung Sansan would speak such weak words.’
Yet I never imagined that two thousand assassins against merely one person would falter so badly.
Then.
“Ilgwang’s Cheonryeong!”
Whiiiiii—!
The shadow cast by the Cheonryeong engulfed all directions.
With it, poison pouches began falling from the sky.
“Seize them!”
This time, the squad leaders moved in perfect unison to catch the poison pouches.
“Good. If we continue like this, we can—….”
In that instant, a hidden projectile flew from somewhere and burst the poison pouch in an instant.
Pwoooosh!
“Poison ambush! Gasp, cough!”
The assassins holding poison pouches and those nearby began collapsing one by one.
“It’s paralysis poison! Circulate your qi before it spreads further!”
“It’s Baekrin Medical Guild’s anesthetic poison. Either chew the emergency antidote or expel the toxin outside your body!”
A poison that didn’t kill.
Because of that, it was merciless.
Yet from ahead, Sama Hyeon, Namgung Un, and I appeared, unleashing hidden projectiles.
Each time Sama Hyeon swept his sleeve, hundreds of hidden projectiles shot forth.
The hidden projectile technique of a supreme-class assassin, combined with his distinctive grip strength, resembled a modern machine gun.
Under that onslaught, everyone began falling like autumn leaves in the wind.
In that gap.
Ting, tink-tink-tink!
My hidden projectiles began ricocheting off surfaces.
Strangely, like a bouncy ball in modern times, they ricocheted in all directions, tearing through the battlefield three-dimensionally.
No one could understand why iron projectiles flew that way. Yet it was the application of hidden projectile technique rivaling Sama Hyeon’s Ten Thousand Flowers Rain, combined with the ricochet principle of Bullet Heaven Penetration.
And then.
Crackle-boom!
Hidden projectiles infused with lightning force burrowed in and attacked.
Unlike Sama Hyeon or myself, they couldn’t strike multiple enemies at once, but each shot carried supreme power.
Moreover, properly channeling lightning force meant that whenever blocked by a blade, the sword itself shattered, or even if defended against, the wrist was already tingling with paralysis.
In that opening, my hidden projectiles ricocheted precisely, striking their acupoints.
“Huh?”
Not piercing, but striking projectiles.
Looking closely, the tips were blunted to reduce lethality.
Of course, that didn’t mean it was harmless.
Crack!
Taking it on the jaw, their molars flew out and numerous men lost consciousness.
Destined to eat only porridge for the rest of their lives.
After felling dozens in an instant.
[Good. Let’s escape!]
I sent a telepathic message to the two and immediately fled.
“Audacious enough to attack directly—their guts are hanging outside their bellies.”
“Chase them!”
“They mustn’t be left alive!”
The assassins immediately gave chase. However, only the Sect Leader urgently shouted.
“No! Don’t pursue!”
But it was too late. Several were already caught in the formation, swinging their blades at empty air.
“Ahhh! Save me. Save meeeee!”
“Am I trapped in a formation! Is this truly just an illusion?”
The Sect Leader sighed.
Following such a schemer, Salgeomnuju also let out a sigh.
“This won’t be easy.”
“Yes…. That does seem to be the case.”
* * *
Every failure has its cause.
The Demon King is no exception.
He laid so many subordinates and traps throughout his castle to capture the hero, yet the hero always leveled up from them and ended up smashing his head instead.
Because he entrusted everything to traps and subordinates while he sat on his throne sucking his fingers, this is what happens.
The Demon King’s greatest shortcoming is his recklessness.
“Kehehehe! Try to catch me!”
“You, you, you, you! Orphaned bastard!”
The moment those words left his mouth, Sama Hyeon, equally orphaned, snapped his neck.
Crack—
My brother doesn’t kill people, but Sama Hyeon is different.
“Parents? What parents? Where would you find someone with parents here? Most assassins are either orphans or were sold into this life, aren’t they~?”
Sama Hyeon grins. Then he suddenly noticed Namgung Un.
“Ah, but you’re different. You have both your parents.”
Just as a man with two eyes seems strange in the land of the blind, a wealthy man’s son seems strange among the orphaned.
I spoke up.
“Ah, I envy you, Namgung. Having both your parents must be nice.”
“…You all, really…. Sigh.”
These insufferable bastards.
In the past, Namgung Un was the villain, but somehow the situation has reversed this time.

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