Dokmaeuiseon - Chapter 51
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Chapter 51
Whoosh—
Jung Myeong’s sword pommel strike hits the Martial Artist’s face.
“Keurk!”
Even if it was a sword pommel, it was still metal striking flesh.
Puhwak—
Several teeth flew outside.
The face that fully received it was greatly distorted.
“Kkuek!”
Would the owner of that face be unharmed?
His whole body trembled from the pain he felt.
‘It’s over.’
Everyone knew it was difficult to continue the sparring match any longer.
Only then did Jung Myeong put away his sword and stepped forward in another capacity. As a Physician.
‘I should press a few pressure points for him.’
Thuk. Thuuk. Thuk.
He pressed the pressure points of the Warrior who was drooling from pain.
“Heu…”
He placed a few more acupuncture needles to treat the pain.
He released the blood flow to help circulation and numbed the nerves to reduce the pain.
Simple emergency treatment.
But the effect was tremendous.
‘There won’t be any aftereffects. This should do it.’
Jung Myeong who quickly finished this.
He switched his stance once again and immediately shouted.
For the next one to come.
“Next right away! Aren’t you coming!?”
“I’m coming! Here I go!”
The next opponent shouted as if already accustomed to such things.
His very temperament was sinister.
‘Oh. You’re coming right away?’
Swish—!
Without even exchanging courtesies, he immediately swung the weapon in his hand.
What he held in his hand was a halberd. A long scythe.
As soon as he grasped the irregular weapon that was the halberd, his opponent twisted his wrist. The angle of the halberd changed strangely in an instant.
Whoosh—
A direction that was difficult to even block!
He aimed for that.
This person knew how to properly use the advantages of irregular weapons.
And an unexpected surprise attack on top of that!
‘A surprise attack, knows how to use weapons, and… he even hid strong Internal Energy? Three moves in one strike. He’s someone who knows how to keep a few moves hidden.’
What he was doing appeared endlessly light on the surface.
However, the power contained within was stronger than imaginable.
‘It’s good that you’re trying to beat me like this. But then there’s no need for me to maintain courtesy.’
Tit for tat.
Irregular for irregular.
That was Jung Myeong’s way.
Instead of swinging his sword, he moved his body.
His body suddenly leaned downward.
His leaning body suddenly stopped and stood upright.
It was the Iron Bridge stance.
Skillful body movement!
“What…!”
Though his opponent was surprised, it was already too late to change the direction of the halberd.
Whoosh—!
The halberd with its massive blade swept over Jung Myeong’s field of vision.
And thus one move disappeared futilely.
This was also the moment when the advantage of irregular weapons disappeared.
Though one could embed several changes in one move, when that one move ended, a gap would inevitably appear—a fatal moment!
‘Now!’
Jung Myeong who had been waiting for this moment.
Instead of his sword, he swung his leg like a crane.
From bottom to top.
Thwack—! Crack.
Something caught on the tip of his foot as he swung his leg upward.
What could possibly get caught on his foot?
“Kek…! Th-there of all places…”
He aimed for that third place that any man would have!
A sound like something being crushed and broken rang out.
“Oh my.”
“Good heavens…!”
Along with a sigh from somewhere unknown.
The eyes of the one who swung the halberd bulged as if they would fall out.
“Krrgh… This… This… damn… kuk…”
Sssss-
He tried to overcome the pain by raising his internal energy.
But it was already too late.
Charge!
Jung Myeong had already sprung his body forward.
Rising up, he struck the back of the head of the martial artist who was holding his sword pommel, suffering in pain with his head lowered.
Thaaang-! Thang!
A merciless strike!
“Kkeuk…!”
This was the limit!
Kuuung-
The one holding the halberd could no longer endure and collapsed.
After giving emergency treatment to the one who had fainted.
Jung Myeong shouted again.
“Now, next!”
* * *
After this, the duels continued.
Striking the abdomen with the sword pommel. Breaking ribs with hand techniques.
“Kek!”
Whoosh- Crack-
His left hand, swung like a sword, struck the shin and cleanly broke it in half.
An injury that would require months of recovery for an ordinary person.
He continuously threw techniques that would require recovery even for martial artists with exceptional regenerative abilities.
“Kuk!”
“Keeek!”
Jung Myeong unleashed those powerful techniques without rest.
As if he never tired.
He even raised his momentum more and more.
“Next!”
“Next again!”
“Hurry, next!”
In fact, he had been quite excited from some point on.
When he first began the duels, there were some martial artists who came targeting his reputation.
‘But not now.’
Such people had quietly slipped away from the time he first dealt with Jang Gang-geom.
The more he showed his strong martial prowess.
The faster such parasitic types disappeared.
Those who still remained.
‘These are real martial artists.’
These were the genuine ones.
Those who weren’t born into prestigious great sects, coming from wandering warrior children or disciples of third-rate warriors.
Those who couldn’t learn martial arts deeply due to lack of opportunity, but whose passion for martial arts was no less than disciples of prestigious great sects. No, even greater.
Such naturally martial-boned people remained in this place.
They didn’t care at all about getting injured.
As if it didn’t matter as long as they could learn even one technique from him and raise their level.
They charged like madmen obsessed with martial arts.
“Kraaah!”
“Uaaaah! Even one technique!”
“Please!”
They charged even though they expected their own defeat.
They didn’t avoid it.
If they could understand the depth of even one technique, they gladly offered their bodies.
Whoooong- Thwack!
Even though the pain they would feel would be considerable.
They were intensely fierce to a dizzying degree.
And energetic.
These were his opponents.
‘This is interesting!’
How could Jung Myeong not get excited?
He was both a physician and a martial artist.
And from some point on, he was someone deeply immersed in martial arts.
His calling as a physician.
He was also someone with an ambition strong enough to rival that.
“Come on!”
“Uyaap!”
Whoooosh- Kwagagagagak!
Kwaang!
He expressed this openly.
Everyone became completely absorbed in the ever-increasing excitement.
They poured their all into the duels.
I got more heated up than expected.
Good. The excitement kept boiling up more and more.
“Here I come!”
“Come at me!”
So he stepped into the sparring match.
Without getting tired!
* * *
The continuous sparring matches finally ended when it reached the Hour of the Ox (1-3 AM).
It was insane sparring that continued until near dawn.
However, those who remained neither left nor sought sleep.
They burned with enthusiasm to learn even one more thing.
“Can one swing a sword like that?”
“That Mount Tai Crushing Strike, he showed it to us on purpose. He swung it slower than before.”
“He’s not tired, is he?”
“Does that look like a tired face to you?”
“That’s true. He’s nothing short of a monster.”
Jung Myeong was at the center of it all.
In the Martial Artists’ eyes, he was a monster.
After the continuous sparring matches, he clearly showed signs of fatigue.
But before long, he returned to his original state.
In other words, he became energetic again.
[You have completed sparring with one hundred people.]
[Title: Endless Desire for Improvement acquired.]
[Stamina recovery speed increased.]
[Internal Energy recovery speed increased.]
[Your body has fully recovered.]
‘An unexpected benefit!’
This was thanks to the privilege he gained during the sparring.
But even those who watched right beside him couldn’t know this.
Thanks to that, the sparring continued with heightened excitement.
“I… I lost… Ugh…”
The one who remained until the very end.
A Swordsman who wouldn’t retreat despite losing several times finally gave up.
Only then did the sparring come to an end.
“Huff… Hah…”
“Everyone worked hard.”
“You’re the one who worked hard, Physician…”
Even after finishing all the sparring, Jung Myeong couldn’t stay still for a moment.
‘Why do I feel so energetic?’
Apart from his body recovering, should I say he felt excited?
Was it because he met real Martial Artists for the first time since coming to Hangzhou?
His excitement kept rising and it was hard to stop.
He used his remaining energy to tend to the injured.
“I’ll put a splint on the broken bone, so please wait.”
“Oh. This much is fine…”
“I’m not fine with it. Are you planning to suffer for life?”
“Ahem… Then please take care of it.”
“Yes. Just a moment.”
“Hmm… But the time spent getting treatment doesn’t count toward the three-month period, does it?”
“I’ll count it just this once.”
“Th-thank you!”
He healed the arm he had broken with his own hands.
He examined someone whose ribs were shattered.
Swoosh- Swish-
Wondering if there might be internal injuries, he carefully examined the blood vessels.
‘It’s not like I’m creating patients or anything.’
It was a situation where he created(?) patients himself and then treated them.
But no one found him strange.
“Ohhh… It’s healed.”
“Wow. He’s really a divine physician?”
Instead, those receiving treatment were overjoyed.
‘Performing acupuncture on Ashi Points itself is easy work.’
The place where the greatest pain is felt when pressed is the tender point.
Based on muscle studies, the points of knotted areas were called Ashi Points.
Apart from his past life memories, examining muscles as a Martial Artist was basic.
Though it was less academically established, experientially he knew related knowledge more deeply than in his past life.
Performing acupuncture on these points was easier work than expected for him now.
What had actually improved from before was what came after the acupuncture.
[You have performed acupuncture at the correct location.]
‘Now, I pour Internal Energy into this.’
[You circulate energy with Internal Energy.]
[You greatly boost the patient’s recovery power.]
Helping the circulation of energy. Through this, natural recovery power itself increased.
It was possible to promote faster healing. Thanks to this, he could remove acupuncture needles in less than half an hour that would normally need to be left in for a full hour.
‘As my martial arts level rises, I can see more deeply. Is it because martial arts and medical arts complement each other?’
An unexpected synergy. It was a continuous stream of benefits.
Moreover, the gains obtained through treatment within this synergy were enormous.
[Successfully treated one hundred external injury patients.]
[Experience points greatly increased.]
Even so, treating ‘only’ external injury patients wasn’t an easy task.
Usually various types of patients would be mixed together, so treating one type of patient was difficult.
Since you couldn’t choose your patients.
‘Actually, that’s natural. Unlike in my previous life, I can’t specialize in just one field for medical treatment.’
What happened now was possible because I created patients(?) myself and treated them!
Thanks to this, I also learned that treating only one type of patient rapidly increases experience points.
It was an effect he hadn’t thought of either.
‘If I do this well, I think I might earn a related title too?’
It was also an effect that made the future even more anticipated.
And so, had about half a shichen passed?
It was around the time when chukshi had passed and inshi was slowly approaching.
Jung Myeong, having finished treating all the patients—no, Martial Artists.
He realized there was one more benefit remaining that was greater than he had thought.
‘Wait? This, if done well?’
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