Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 806

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Chapter 806
A chill ran down my spine.
In that instant, my senses screamed danger.
Whiiiissh!
The moment I jerked my head to the side, a spear whistled past my cheek.
It left a small wound on Namgung Un’s face before continuing its trajectory.
Crash!!
A tree shattered into splinters. The spear still had enough force to embed itself more than halfway into the tree behind it.
Truly terrifying power!
“Who are you!”
“As expected. I knew you’d come this way.”
A bearded middle-aged man stood before us.
Jin Cheon-hee’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“Interesting. So someone has seen through my strategy. Where do you hail from?”
The man spoke coldly.
“I abandoned my name long ago. I’ve come only because someone I owe my life to asked me to.”
Behind the man, an elderly figure in white robes and a woman wielding a spear emerged.
“Pleased to meet you, Jin Cheon-hee, Reverser of Heavenly Fortune. You may call me Baek Do-sa.”
“I am Yang Cheong of the Yang Family.”
All three were clearly no ordinary masters.
‘There were at most around a hundred absolute masters of Hwagyeong in Gangho, weren’t there? At least officially, considering the Demonic Cult and Hyeolseonggyo.’
I continued my thoughts while observing the three. My accelerated mind, quickened by Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong, made the surroundings seem extraordinarily slow.
‘By Jicheon Cheonma’s standards, we’re in the middle stages now. Originally, when the Patcheonmusang Singeong’s incident became the bullet and Hyeolseonggyo’s schemes became the trigger, the great wars erupted, and after Cheonma herself took the stage and the Demonic Cult joined in… the original setting had fewer than fifty absolute masters of Hwagyeong alive at this point.’
But that history had changed because of me.
Everyone who dealt in information in Gangho knew there were roughly a hundred absolute masters scattered throughout.
For this vast Central Plains, that number was remarkably small.
The number of Gwonmun Sega alone already exceeded a hundred families, not counting individual members.
Of course, if you included hidden eccentrics, government officials, and the secret forces of the Demonic Cult and Hyeolseonggyo, the number could easily be double or even triple.
Had things proceeded like the original ‘Jicheon Cheonma,’ most of them would have died. But they were alive now, many of them.
That’s why these people I’d never seen or heard of before kept appearing.
Moreover.
This old man called Baek Do-sa looked like someone from Cheon Gi-sunhaeng, whom I hadn’t encountered in a long time.
Those people are remarkably persistent.
Despite Heukbaek Goeseun already coming to attack and being killed by Yeo Ha-ryun, they’ve returned.
‘Coincidentally, they’re also three. Can we… win?’
I calmly assessed the strength of both sides.
Of course, I had experienced life and death despite not wanting to.
I was confident that any absolute master could take down at least two opponents alone.
But hadn’t we just faced two thousand assassins?
Even if we toyed with them, that’s precisely why.
I cannot deny that there are things harder than staining one’s hands with blood.
Crunch—
I chewed on the Milgok Pill.
Fortunately, since I myself am a Gangho master, there was no risk of stomach pain from eating and immediately running.
Energy replenishment is always justified.
“I shall take the head of Jin Taesu myself. Which of you—the Elder and the Commanders of the Yang Family—will claim?”
“Hmm. It matters not to me.”
“I see you refer to yourself as a Commander, so you must be a man of the government as well. I too am indifferent to either. So long as it becomes certain that Taesu Jin is dead.”
Three voices speaking.
I considered this.
‘Two government officials. As expected. It seems something rather unsettling is unfolding behind the scenes of this matter, beyond what I know….’
Then it happened.
A chill ran through me, my hair standing on end.
A killing intent so unpleasant it was eerie flowed from right beside me.
It was like a high-humidity fog, clinging to everything.
Damp and sticky. And lethal.
Whoosh!
Jang Han, the Woman, and the Old Man all retreated backward.
“Heh. To think such killing intent exists in this world…. Is such intent possible without being a Cheon Sal-seong?”
“This is no ordinary human.”
The Old Man and the Woman offered their assessment. In that moment, I looked to my side.
Sama Hyeon.
He wore a bright, commercial smile like a server attending to customers.
[Brother, do not overexert yourself.]
My younger brother stepped forward as if to protect his weary brother.
“This is unbearable~ Is it not, Gaga? To dare threaten Gaga’s life before me~ Ahahaha!”
Then the laughter stopped abruptly. He brought his hand to his face, his large palm obscuring it and hiding his expression.
“I have sworn an oath to stand together with my sworn brother. You villains shall meet your end here.”
A line from some opera flowed through Sama Hyeon’s voice.
And as he lowered the hand that had covered his face, there stood Sama Hyeon with an expressionless countenance.
Slowly.
Sama Hyeon brought his palms together.
And in an instant.
His hands began to multiply into a thousand forms.
Thousand Guests Arrive.
Countless hidden weapons poured forth from those hands.
A storm of hidden weapons erupted.
In that fleeting moment.
Even as I witnessed an overwhelming number of formidable hidden weapons that seemed impossible to create by human hands, the Bearded Man wielding the crescent blade calmly extended his arm.
The ink-dark crescent blade in his grip moved forward, creating a small vortex.
The Crescent Moon Blade was a weapon that seemed to combine spear and sword.
As its tip trembled and rotated, an undeniable gale of force erupted, beginning to spin violently.
Whiiiioo!
Crack-crack-crack!
The dark qi was sucked away and fell to the ground.
Simultaneously, he lifted his left leg and struck the earth.
Boom!
His body launched upward as if a war horse were galloping beneath him.
His form moved forward with a keen momentum, as though he and the Crescent Moon Blade had become one.
Blade and body unified!
From a state where blade and flesh had merged into one, he charged straight toward Jin Cheon-hee.
But then.
“One.”
A man with an expressionless yet beautiful face, counting numbers, had somehow drawn beside him.
‘Sama Hyeon. Wasn’t he said to be the sworn brother of the Magistrate Jin?’
A palm extended toward him.
The distance was far too close to block with the Crescent Moon Blade’s sweep.
Yet the bearded man did not panic. He twisted his wrist holding the Crescent Moon Blade and drew it into his embrace.
The shaft of the Crescent Moon Blade, tracing a wide arc, blocked Sama Hyeon’s hand.
Crack!
‘A crack in the shaft made of black iron!!’
In shock, he poured his inner force into the Crescent Moon Blade. In that moment, Sama Hyeon’s other hand approached silently.
Snap!
The bearded man barely tilted his head back to evade, and where his cheek had been, a hand clenched like pincers appeared.
“Hah!”
He planted the shaft into the ground. And at the same moment, he lifted both legs to strike Sama Hyeon’s abdomen.
Boom!
Yet Sama Hyeon, having recovered both hands, blocked the attack from both legs with his palms and retreated backward.
An exchange that unfolded in an instant. Yet it was the bearded man who suffered the loss. Both his shoes had been torn away.
‘Terrifying grip strength. He must have certainly learned some special hand technique.’
A thick killing intent began to swirl in his eyes.
‘I only intended to kill the target, but it seems unavoidable now….’
That was when.
“Hyeon-a.”
A hand tapped Sama Hyeon’s shoulder from behind with a soft sound.
“Why? Just wait a little longer~”
The expressionless face did not turn toward Jin Cheon-hee. Yet from those lips flowed a voice tinged with coquetry.
Because of this, the bearded man watching felt something grotesque.
“You handle that one. I’ll take care of this person.”
“All three of them—I can’t kill them, but can’t I just handle them?”
“That won’t work.”
My firm voice.
When I speak like this, I never back down.
My younger brother, knowing my stubbornness, finally let out a small sigh.
“Ugh. Fine. So then… which one should I handle…. Ah, right. That old man. He’s clearly using Cheon Gi-sunhaeng… Should I go that way?”
“Do that.”
“Okay.”
Sama Hyeon said so and moved away from me with a shuffling gait.
I exhaled deeply. Then, with my bright blue eyes, I looked at the Bearded Man and spoke.
“I don’t know where you’ve come from… but you won’t listen even if I tell you to leave, will you?”
“That’s right.”
“I see. Then there’s no helping it. Namgung!”
“What is it!”
Namgung Un, standing to the side, answered.
“One person. I’m asking for your help!”
“Understood!”
Three enemies. Three of us. Each taking one to fight.
The moment that was decided, I felt Sama Hyeon rushing at the elderly man in white robes, Baek Do-sa.
And the one-eyed Changsu Yangcheong approached Namgung Un with an ordinary gait. Now it was time for each of us to fight.
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‘That Hyeon from before… was just like Ha-ryun. Has his mastery of Cheonbyeon Geommangong grown deeper?’
While keeping the Bearded Man in my sight, I thought about what had just happened.
Cheonbyeon Geommangong is written about even in the Jicheon Cheonma.
A technique and divine art where the higher the mastery, the more one can lose oneself.
When reaching its highest level, one can transform oneself.
This transformation is expressed vaguely, but to summarize it:
One mimics the temperament of others.
As if changing masks.
In other words.
Cheonbyeon Geommangong allows one to mimic the temperament and nature of others.
For example, one could temporarily become ‘Cheon Sal-seong’….
‘Truly a villainous martial art. And a great evil at that.’
An existence that can steal or copy the martial arts of others.
As if heaven had arranged this person from the start to be used as a villain.
Sama Hyeon himself.
That’s why in the Jicheon Cheonma, Sama Hyeon ‘acts out’ the ‘Cheon Sal-seong’ of the actual Cheonma, Yeo Ha-ryun.
What are the characteristics and functions of ‘Cheon Sal-seong’?
Temporarily transcending one’s level. And growing stronger the more one kills.
By acting that out… one becomes Cheon Sal-seong. And if that acting continues to mature, one could become Cheon Sal-seong completely.
‘This bastard realized I was tired and immediately stepped forward.’
And just moments ago.
Sama Hyeon accomplished it.
Colliding with the bearded man, he unmistakably released the same murderous intent as Cheon Sal-seong and mimicked Yeo Ha-ryun’s characteristic habit of saying “one.”
Wearing Yeo Ha-ryun’s mask upon his face.
And Sama Hyeon’s martial prowess was now… clearly “transcendent.”
Of course, it was likely not yet perfect, but even so, it was sufficient to kill someone possessing martial abilities of equal caliber.
That is what Cheon Sal-seong is.
‘Of course, the Jicheon Cheonma states that it can never become completely identical to the original source… but it said that if one masters the Cheonbyeon Geomman Gong and advances beyond that to become Hyeongyeong, then it would be different.’
Truly, what a villainous setting this is.
Recalling the contents of the novel, Jin Cheon-hee observed the man before him.

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