Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 969

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Chapter 969
A black sphere fell from the sky, blocking his path.
The Cheonma Divine Art’s Jeolcho—Pacheoniilgong! It sucked in everything, compressed it, and ground it to dust!
An unprecedented explosion erupted, sending Heukrok’s body flying backward.
“Haah!”
Yet astonishingly, not a single wound marred Heukrok’s body!?
Pacheoniilgong was a martial technique possessing absolute destructive power that surpassed even Gangwon and touched Ganghwan, yet he had endured it.
Kwachang!
Remarkably, Heukrok began withstanding most of the attacks Yeo Ha-ryun hurled at him with his own body.
“Your martial techniques and habits—all of it has been studied and analyzed by the entire Six Demon Clans. Do you truly believe your attacks will work now, Yeo Ha-ryun?”
“So the entire Six Demon Clans threw themselves at analyzing my martial arts. How fortunate for me. Yet it’s still nothing but basic Cheonma Divine Art.”
“No, it’s different! Different! Your Cheonma Divine Art and ours are not the same!”
“?”
In that moment, Yeo Ha-ryun evaded most of Heukrok’s attacks by the thinnest of margins.
It was strange.
Despite having analyzed and understood all of Yeo Ha-ryun’s combat patterns, not a single one of Heukrok’s attacks had ever connected.
‘Why? Why?! Why can’t I land even one blow on you…?’
Consumed by anxiety, Heukrok’s fist techniques multiplied into dozens, then hundreds.
Yeo Ha-ryun met him with cold eyes, attacking in tandem.
Dozens of exchanges of offense and defense unfolded, creating a spectacular sight.
Perbuberbuk!
‘Heukrok is fighting desperately. He must have learned the counter-techniques to my martial arts. Yet this is still beyond my expectations?’
The numerous strategists of the Six Demon Clans had pooled their minds to dissect Yeo Ha-ryun’s martial techniques and create counter-methods.
It was essentially a death sentence.
Yet despite this, the two remained evenly matched, and then at some point.
Pajik!
Minor wounds began appearing on Heukrok’s body.
Meanwhile, Yeo Ha-ryun showed no signs of fatigue, extending his fist strikes with an expressionless face.
‘How is this even possible!?’
Finally, Heukrok’s uncle-like elder.
Bugaju Cheolgwitumo of the Iron Blood Demon Family joined forces to target Yeo Ha-ryun.
“Let me add one arm to this!”
Now there were two masters who knew the counter-techniques!
No matter how formidable Cheon Sal-seong Yeo Ha-ryun was, he could not withstand this.
Meanwhile, at the same time.
Yeo Ha-ryun’s subordinates collided with the elite forces of the Iron Blood Demon Family.
Ilkana shouted.
“Brothers, that monster Yeo Ha-ryun won’t die anyway! We fight with our own lives as the top priority!”
Throwing out words of questionable loyalty, she raised her scimitar high, and Yeo Ha-ryun’s other subordinates drew their blades alongside her.
Waaaaaaaa!
They had already witnessed Yeo Ha-ryun turn a handful of people into water.
Whether they died meaninglessly here or not, that monster of a lord would somehow survive and turn everyone into water.
After seeing a man explode from taking a few punches, they had concluded that being on the same side as this monster was far better than being his enemy, and their loyalty had been forged in that conviction.
And.
‘It’s far easier to keep your life by listening to strategist Ilkana rather than our lord!’
How many times had they witnessed subordinates die by rushing to match their lord’s pace?
Though their lord would regret the death of such subordinates and turn his enemies into water in response, it did nothing to improve the survival rate of his subordinates.
Ilkana shouted.
“우리는 치고 빠진다——!!”
“Strike now! Withdraw, I say——!!”
Remarkably.
Quite remarkably.
Unlike the typical thinking of martial artists, the will to live wielded power just as formidable as the will to die.
In moments like this, the determination to survive could overcome the desire for death.
Now, the elite who had steeled themselves for death began to fall helplessly before Yeo Ha-ryun’s elite who fought to return alive.
And.
“형제님들, 지금 빠진다아아아아—-!”
“Fall back——!!”
Following Ilkana’s signal, Yeo Ha-ryun’s subordinates fled without looking back. In their place, Jin Cheon-hee’s dark energy began to strike the Iron Blood Demon Family with perfect precision.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
The enemies, true to their elite status, gathered their protective energy.
“Hold firm! Hold——!!”
“Ilgwang is using sorcery——!!”
Thanks to their protective energy, they did not die. They did not die, but that could not prevent their bones from breaking and their muscles from tearing.
And with the next beat, Jin Cheon-hee’s dark energy turned toward another battlefield.
In that gap, Ilkana’s voice rose with intensity.
“형제님들, 모두 쳐라아아아아앗—-!”
“Charge——!!”
A resolve entirely different from the elite of other minor sect leaders.
The belief that our monster of a sect leader would never die.
A sense of duty that one must first look after one’s own life.
Even those who had skipped the usual procedure of being brainwashed to die for their sect leader.
Rather, even those who had undergone the Demon Sect’s common brainwashing as children would awaken to reality once they joined here.
From the start, their lord Yeo Ha-ryun did not want them to die for him, and besides, it would all be meaningless.
Because he was a true monster!
They had witnessed countless times how he would crawl out alone from any hell.
That trust breathed in every heart.
They would surely survive.
Dying in this blood path would be a loss.
They would stubbornly survive and witness him become the Cheonma, reaping the rewards from the Demon Sect!
Given that monster’s nature, he would never abandon those who helped him.
We are his direct trusted subordinates who have served him since he was the Minor Sect Leader under Cheonma, so we will surely secure a position.
‘Sweet deal!’
His subordinates never even imagined the possibility that he might fail to become Cheonma.
“형제님들 마무리—-!!”
“Finish them them them them!”
“Scatter now now now now!”
“Let’s scatter!”
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Cheong-yeon clicked his tongue as he watched his elite forces fall like autumn leaves in the wind.
‘Their morale isn’t breaking at all. Is it because of Yeo Ha-ryun?’
It seemed that Yeo Ha-ryun had become something like an object of faith to them.
An absolute belief that they would never lose, that they would never die.
‘For a ragtag group, they’re quite formidable.’
In this situation, it would be better to kill Yeo Ha-ryun as soon as possible.
Cheong-yeon exchanged a glance with Cheong-seon, then rushed toward Yeo Ha-ryun.
“Let’s end this quickly.”
“Yes. Indeed. Watching that lowborn wretch mock the Six Demon Clans gives me chills.”
At that moment, a pitch-black lightning bolt struck down before the two of them.
Crackle crackle crackle crackle!
The figure who walked out from that lightning was a masked warrior wearing a wide-brimmed hat.
Namgung Un.
‘It’s for Jin’s sake, so there’s no helping it.’
He swung the Thunder Dragon Sword with a whoosh and draped it across his shoulder.
His appearance was exactly what connoisseurs called the bearing of a great hero.
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At the same time, Jin Cheon-hee.
‘I’m glad Namgung is here.’
Though I often grumble about him being a troublemaker, at critical moments like this he becomes a tremendous pillar of support.
That must be this man’s charm.
The reason so many martial artists follow him.
Ding ding ding-
I pluck the strings of my guqin while gazing down at the battlefield.
On the surface, it appears I’m merely looking down once more.
But the blue eyes of the Hyeonwon Jeondan Singeong were gathering, calculating, and drawing conclusions from countless pieces of information.
‘Yeo Ha-ryun’s forces are almost entirely unharmed.’
‘The Iron Blood Demon Family is collapsing.’
‘The Myriad Killing Family is also collapsing.’
‘At this rate, isn’t this essentially victory?’
Then Yeo Ha-ryun’s subordinates began to unfold their sword formations.
Despite already securing victory, the sword examination unfolds without a single gap.
It must have been because of Ilkana’s orders.
‘For them, returning alive is what matters most.’
The desperation to live pushes back and suppresses the resolve to face death.
Now that I think about it, that was true.
Even microscopic bacteria invisible to the eye struggle to survive, divide, evolve, and eventually cover even massive ancient trees.
Jin Cheon-hee contemplated this.
‘Just as darkness cannot overcome light, the will to die can never overcome the hope to live.’
The hope to live was their greatest strength.
It was the reason Ilkana made them fight without a single moment of carelessness even in this situation.
‘That’s right. A splendid funeral for me pales compared to fried rice to eat at night.’
They understood such a simple principle.
The subordinates of other demon sects did not.
They had been taught that they were merely one feather among those that composed the Six Demon Clans, replaceable entities even if a single feather fell.
For such beings to sacrifice their lives for the Soegooju was the greatest glory imaginable.
‘Ah, I want to eat fried rice.’
Little Jin Cheon-hee whispered.
Following that Jin Cheon-hee’s thoughts, the other Jin Cheon-hees agreed as well.
Between brilliance and madness, Ilgwang plucked the strings and continued to observe the battle situation.
‘Then the remaining problem is those two over there.’
The two from the Myriad Killing Family.
Namgung Un’s body began to accumulate wounds.
His opponent was also injured following Namgung Un’s sword strikes.
However, considering that a single demon sect Soegooju barely reaches parity when faced by ten masters of the Righteous Faction.
Facing two of them simultaneously—and at that, two skilled masters from the same sect with perfect coordination—was no trivial ordeal.
‘Since I’ve put them to work, I should provide some service too.’
Hang in there, Namgung Hyeong.
Just keep surviving stubbornly.
[Everyone, are you all enjoying yourselves! Oh my~ many of you have already grown tired and collapsed. So this time, I’ll revive your spirits with a calm yet cheerful piece! Now, this song. The Nutcracker March begins!]
Pam pa-ra-ra-pam pam-pam-pam!
The immortal composer of the Russian Empire and representative of Russian classical music.
Among Tchaikovsky’s works, the Nutcracker is the most widely known to the public.
Its opening differs somewhat from William Tell, yet it remains cheerful and brimming with vitality.
While performing such a piece, I adjust the formation this time.
So that the sound resonates not across the entire island, but only in an extremely localized space.
I apply Cheon Ri-jeon-seong and Six Harmony Formation Seong.
And.
Now I’m playing this music only for those two.
Ah, at the Cheong House they charged quite a lot for such personal song requests.
‘And here I am distributing it for free. I’m truly an angel.’
Ding—
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The Myriad Killing Family wielded countless weapons.
And each one was composed of lethal killing techniques.
Martial arts were certainly meant to defeat opponents, but that did not necessarily mean one sought to kill them.
However, among martial arts existed what was called killing arts.
Martial arts designed solely to take a life.
That was what killing arts were.
The martial arts of the Myriad Killing Family were precisely that.
Demonic arts and killing arts that grew stronger by slaying opponents and intoxicating oneself with their life force!
Moreover, Cheong-yeon stood here now with inner strength and martial prowess far deeper than during the Bidong Incident of the past.
And beside her, the Bugaju Cheong-seon, long known as the Giant Demon, had been at her side for ages.
The combined assault of these two was formidable beyond measure.
Even as Namgung Un wielded his blade with frenzied desperation, it was difficult to defend against with ease.
In that moment, an opening appeared in Namgung Un’s defense.
‘?!’
Namgung Un himself seemed to realize it was a mistake, his complexion shifting.
Though the masks concealed their faces from one another, that flicker of panic was more than readable.
Cheong-yeon was not one to let such an opportunity slip away.
Death.
In a single moment of judgment, life and death were decided.
Namgung Un’s heart plummeted.

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