Dokmaeuiseon - Chapter 161

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Chapter 161

 

“I challenge the Poison Demon Physician to a one-on-one martial duel. Let us determine the victor!”

 

Instead of facing everyone, he limited his target to Jung Myeong alone.

 

This was his own strategy.

 

‘This man is also known to be at the Super Peak Level. I’m also at the Super Peak Level, so what do I have to fear?’

 

For him, this was the best strategy.

 

Hearing this, Jung Myeong smiled brightly.

 

‘He’s finding his own path to death.’

 

Jung Myeong also welcomed this development.

 

He had no intention of creating many casualties except for the Guild Leader.

 

‘Whether they’re Unorthodox Sect Members or whatever, they’re still living people.’

 

There was no need to create unnecessary deaths.

 

According to his plans considering the future, the Geumho Guild members shouldn’t die in large numbers.

 

Of course, those among them who had committed great sins would need to be punished.

 

‘As long as I’m here, they’ll have no choice but to restrain themselves.’

 

Now was not the time to punish them.

 

With this thought, Jung Myeong left the two beside him and moved forward.

 

[Can you easily overcome him?]

 

[Just watch.]

 

Jung Myeong’s answer. At this, Strange Madman let out a sigh mixed with concern. Even in this twisted situation, his worry for Jung Myeong seemed unchanged.

 

On the other hand, the Vice Guild Master had different calculations.

 

‘It would be good if they both suffered mutual destruction.’

 

He hoped for the mutual annihilation of both.

 

Though great chaos would be expected if that happened.

 

When that time came, wouldn’t he somehow be able to save himself?

 

With such calculations, the best result for him would be if both perished together in their confrontation.

 

Of course, he knew this wouldn’t happen easily.

 

‘At least get injured. Or suffer some minor internal injury.’

 

The Vice Guild Master could only hope.

 

That Jung Myeong, who had orchestrated this situation, would also suffer losses.

 

Thus, amid everyone’s mixed emotions, the Guild Leader and Jung Myeong faced each other.

 

* * *

 

The Guild Leader facing Jung Myeong.

 

“These days, do physicians go around deciding to kill people too?”

 

He criticized Jung Myeong with a sharp tone.

 

His attitude of trying to undermine Jung Myeong’s dignity, who claimed his main profession was being a physician, was clearly visible.

 

How could Jung Myeong not know this?

 

“When trying to save lives, I have no choice?”

 

“How shameless.”

 

He answered with a smile.

 

At this, the Guild Leader made a disgusted expression.

 

“What can I do when you’re trying to take over a small medical clinic? If I want to protect it, I must act.”

 

“If you had remained just a small medical clinic, I wouldn’t have moved like this either.”

 

“Is that so? Even when it was a small medical clinic, I remember you making moves?”

 

“That wasn’t me.”

 

“Ha. How shameless.”

 

“For an Unorthodox Sect Member, this much is basic. Kuhaha.”

 

“Facing death, have you lost your fear?”

 

“….”

 

At Jung Myeong’s last words, the Guild Leader’s face turned red and blue.

 

He hadn’t expected to be mocked like this.

 

Indeed, he was used to being the one doing the mocking, rarely receiving it.

 

After becoming Guild Leader, such incidents would have been even rarer.

 

It was natural that he had no tolerance for such situations.

 

Perhaps this greatly provoked him.

 

“This bastard, I hear you’re running your mouth arrogantly. Right. What’s the use of flapping your lips needlessly? Come…! Let’s see the end!”

 

With his face reddened, he shouted boldly.

 

Just from the voice, it sounded like a righteous martial artist rebuking his opponent’s arrogance and showing his spirit.

 

Whoooosh-!

 

But in contrast, what was actually swung was no ordinary sword.

 

It was being swung toward Jung Myeong with tremendous force and a fierce flow of power.

 

An intense energy wave that would be hard to produce without prior preparation!

 

Anyone could see this was a move the Guild Leader had greatly prepared.

 

‘He intended to come out like this from when he first requested the sparring match.’

 

‘Isn’t this disadvantageous for the physician?’

 

A move shown to somehow break through the unfavorable situation!

 

Regardless of what happened afterward, the Guild Leader’s intention to win first was clearly visible.

 

A cunning method.

 

No, it was even petty for something done by someone of Guild Leader status.

 

* * *

 

Jung Myeong, watching this, was in what anyone would consider a crisis situation.

 

A super peak level martial artist was swinging with full power in a single move.

 

‘This is urgent, I suppose.’

 

Yet his eyes remained calm as ever.

 

‘Nothing to be surprised about.’

 

He had already anticipated this, one could say.

 

The Guild Leader didn’t have many strategies available for immediate victory. And this was clearly the best move he could make for anyone to see.

 

How could Jung Myeong not know this?

 

‘I would have acted the same way in his position.’

 

There was no point in criticizing it as underhanded or cowardly.

 

In a life-or-death situation, such considerations were a luxury.

 

He understood the Guild Leader mentally.

 

And had anticipated it.

 

The reason he allowed him to move like this was one thing.

 

‘As expected. Within calculations.’

 

He was confident he could break whatever move the Guild Leader used.

 

Jung Myeong’s sword, which had been sleeping in its sheath, was quickly drawn and swung.

 

* * *

 

Whoooosh—

 

In Strange Madman’s eyes, he could see the Guild Leader gritting his teeth and swinging his sword.

 

A strike with all his might!

 

‘Huh…! How can we prevent this loss!’

 

It was clearly a move that would put Jung Myeong at a disadvantage.

 

The sword light cut through the air first.

 

The momentum of the sword blade falling toward Jung Myeong’s head was fierce.

 

Even seeing this, Jung Myeong raised his sword belatedly.

 

Swish—!

 

It was a movement one beat late.

 

However, that single sword strike that rose slowly actually reached first.

 

The Guild Leader’s sword.

 

Clang—!

 

The moment the two swords clashed.

 

A sound that shouldn’t be heard came from the Guild Leader’s sword blade.

 

Crack crack crack—

 

It was the sound of the Guild Leader’s sword blade breaking.

 

The blade, cracked like a spider web, soon scattered as fragments flying in all directions.

 

Thud!

 

Even so, the power contained in Jung Myeong’s sword maintained its momentum.

 

Swoosh—

 

Through the scattered fragments, Jung Myeong’s sword pushed forward without stopping.

 

“Kuk…!”

 

Where the sword had passed, a thin line remained on the Guild Leader’s body.

 

It was before blood could even spurt.

 

The Guild Leader’s body was about to split lengthwise along that line.

 

The Guild Leader forcibly circulated his true energy to hold it together and asked.

 

“How… did you…?”

 

The Guild Leader’s eyes were filled with surprise.

 

Even in that dying moment, the Guild Leader seemed unaware that he would die from the mystery of the late strike first technique.

 

It was understandable.

 

The mystery of late strike first was easy in words but distant to actually experience. It was a technique that required the opponent to be at least several moves ahead to even attempt to imitate.

 

In other words, it meant Jung Myeong’s level was much higher than known.

 

Those present couldn’t help but know this.

 

Led by Strange Madman, everyone inwardly gauged Jung Myeong’s level.

 

‘The Physician Sage’s level is several moves higher than the Guild Leader’s?’

 

‘How is this…?’

 

‘The sparring was terribly short. It could be short because there was such a gap… otherwise it would have been longer.’

 

‘Huh. Just what…?’

 

While everyone watching the sparring was surprised.

 

The Guild Leader could no longer endure that diagonally drawn line.

 

“Gurgle…”

 

His body, forcibly held together by internal energy, came apart.

 

The corpse, split in two, belatedly fell to the ground.

 

* * *

 

The diagonally split corpse touched the ground.

 

At that moment, all sounds remaining in the hall died.

 

“…”

 

“Huh…”

 

Someone drew in a breath. They swallowed dry saliva as if tense.

 

No one could speak.

 

“…”

 

Where they had just stood facing each other with swords, now only the corpse split in two and Jung Myeong remained standing.

 

The blood hadn’t even fully flowed yet.

 

But no one was unaware that the match was already decided.

 

Even without a victory declaration, Jung Myeong only looked down at the corpse below with calm eyes.

 

“….”

 

It was an indifferent gaze, as if he were appraising something.

 

An expression completely unsuited to Jung Myeong, who was usually called the Physician Sage.

 

However, there was no one who dared to criticize or find fault with this.

 

The spectators, including Strange Madman, could only stare blankly at the scene.

 

With no surprise, sighs, or cheers emerging, Jung Myeong slowly sheathed his sword.

 

Clank-

 

The sound of the sword entering its sheath broke the silence.

 

Only then did he lift his gaze from looking down at the corpse and ask.

 

“It seems the match has been decided. Is there anyone else here who wants to come forward? If there are any objections, I’ll gladly accept them.”

 

A low, calm voice that contained neither provocation nor mockery.

 

Who would dare to object to words thrown out merely as confirmation?

 

“…Ahem.”

 

“Hmm….”

 

His gaze swept around the venue, brushing past the spectators one by one.

 

All those who saw him were filled with fear. Even the Vice Guild Master, who had a loud temperament, turned his head and subtly averted his gaze this time.

 

No one stepped forward. No, they couldn’t.

 

The hands gripping swords stiffened slightly, and some unconsciously took a step back, surprising themselves.

 

‘Why did I step back?’

 

‘This is….’

 

After seeing that scene just now, there was no one who could muster the courage to draw their sword again.

 

It was such an overwhelming display of martial power.

 

‘That’s enough.’

 

After a moment of silence, Jung Myeong assessed the situation.

 

He knew there was no need to say more.

 

Only then did he turn around.

 

He walked back toward those who had followed him from the distant Jusan Archipelago.

 

Those standing there had faces as if they had already expected this.

 

[You’ve worked hard.]

 

[Well done.]

 

[Magnificent.]

 

They were neither surprised nor excited.

 

Quietly sending sound transmissions was all they did.

 

Jung Myeong heard the sound transmissions and merely nodded in response.

 

Thus, Jung Myeong stood in the center again.

 

Without stopping, he walked again and spoke.

 

“Let’s return to the Medical Clinic.”

 

A single short sentence.

 

The group that had followed him moved their steps accordingly.

 

When Jung Myeong took a step, everyone slowly left the site following him.

 

Until their backs grew distant, no one in the venue opened their mouth.

 

As if until they completely disappeared,

 

even speaking a word was not permitted.

 

And only after the last person had left through the door.

 

“Phew….”

 

“What in the world….”

 

The suppressed breathing in the venue burst out all at once.

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