Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 100

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Chapter 100
Thud! Crash!
A fist driving straight forward unleashed a terrifying sonic boom.
Clang! Clatter-clatter-bang!
The sweeping blade was suddenly knocked back.
Seo Ryun’s eyes flashed with intensity.
Boom!
Using his front foot as the pivot and his right foot as the axis, his left leg swung down with the weight of a club.
“Hah!”
Seo Ryun didn’t dare meet the attack head-on and leaped backward.
“First formation! Retreat!”
As he bounded back, Seo Ryun shouted the command.
At the same moment, a group of warriors nearby began moving in perfect coordination.
They were the White Tiger Guards, one of the Four Divine Formations and the main fighting force of the Main Sect.
Screech!
As the blades swept down, Dokgo Myeong brought his hand-knife strike crashing down.
Two or three swords caught on his hand shattered like twigs.
“Ugh!”
“Hold the line!”
The White Tiger Guards maintained their formation with the aid of their array technique, pressing Dokgo Myeong relentlessly.
Boom!
But the moment Dokgo Myeong’s footwork shifted from Guangji Yun-hyung to Cheonryu Yubo, their formation became meaningless.
Every weapon in Dokgo Myeong’s grasp lost its balance, and the entire line collapsed.
Crash-crash-crash! Bang!
“Second formation! Block him!”
Seo Ryun urgently shouted the command and rushed back to the front line.
At the same time, four spear points thrust toward Dokgo Myeong.
Dokgo Myeong simply dropped into a crouch.
Ching! Clang-clang-clang!
The spear shafts crossed above his head.
Dokgo Myeong gripped the center of those shafts with both hands and yanked.
“Argh!”
Boom!
Four martial artists were dragged forward helplessly by the force of his pull.
Seo Ryun faltered.
“Ugh!”
The direction they were being pulled was exactly where Seo Ryun had been charging.
He scrambled to a halt in panic.
In that moment, Dokgo Myeong kicked away one of the White Tiger Guards and seized a spear.
Whoosh! Crash!
I stepped forward and swung my spear in a wide arc, rotating it in all directions.
In that instant, a void opened up in the range where the spear passed.
“Is this truly the extent of the White Tiger Guards, renowned throughout the realm?”
Dokgo Myeong rested the spear across his shoulder and flicked his fingers dismissively.
The White Tiger Guards’ foreheads flushed with anger.
“Attack!”
“Don’t think of him as a fellow disciple! Treat him as an enemy!”
“Kill him! Kill him now!”
Dokgo Myeong spun his spear and glared at them fiercely.
“What? Kill? Who was the last one spouting such nonsense?”
Crash!
Dokgo Myeong displayed his masterful spear techniques as he became entangled with the White Tiger Guards.
“…Our young master certainly seems to be enjoying himself.”
Jang Sam, who had been observing the sparring match, clicked his tongue and muttered.
Truth be told, it was difficult to follow exactly what was happening, but he could still discern that the match remained evenly balanced.
“Against the White Tiger Sect Leader himself and twenty White Tiger Guards no less… He’s nothing short of a monster.”
If one were to rank the Dokgo Clan’s Musa Corps, the White Tiger Guards would fall within the top ten forces. For a single person to stand against them—even if not all of them—was utterly absurd.
“Mm, I agree.”
“…!”
At that moment, Jang Sam was startled by a voice coming from beside him.
“That fellow is far from normal. Facing a group that isn’t merely a rabble, but includes masters at their peak.”
“Y-Young Lady Yeon! We greet you!”
“Ah, never mind. I’m just here to watch, so spare me the formalities.”
Dokgo Yeon kept her eyes fixed on the training grounds with an air of indifference, merely waving her hand dismissively.
“How is the White Tiger Guard performing right now… at this level? How long has the training been going on?”
“Only about a quarter of an hour has passed, my lady.”
“A quarter hour… Why is he training with the White Tiger Guards here?”
“Before our young master departed, he requested the White Tiger Sect Leader to conduct an inspection of their capabilities.”
“Khkhkh, truly a magnificently mad fellow, as expected.”
Dokgo Yeon clicked her tongue.
Bang! Boom!
Successive explosions erupted.
Amid the cacophony, Jang Sam cautiously addressed Dokgo Yeon, whose eyes gleamed with interest.
“Pardon me, Young Lady Yeon.”
“Hmm?”
“If you don’t mind, might I venture to ask you something?”
Dokgo Yeon tilted her head.
It was somewhat unfamiliar to her that a servant would address her so freely.
‘In any case, Saheongang is full of peculiar people from top to bottom.’
Of course, she paid it no mind.
To her, most people were monkeys. Whether servant or elder, if they were all the same monkeys, there was no point in distinguishing between them.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Young Master, just how strong are you, exactly?”
“Speak plainly. What are you trying to say?”
“Well… you defeated Dokgo Ak without even having cultivated inner energy, and it’s been such a short time since you reached the Ascending Realm, yet you’re already winning against those who have reached the Peak Realm.”
Dokgo Yeon nodded as if she understood, letting out a small sound of acknowledgment.
“I see. Those who haven’t cultivated martial arts think that realm determines victory.”
“Then that’s not the case?”
“Generally speaking, it’s true, but it’s not absolute.”
In Gangho, there’s a saying: “A master of the Peak Realm can die at the hands of a third-rate master.”
And it wasn’t an empty phrase.
Realm ultimately means being able to do more and knowing more.
Because of this, realm is important, but victory is influenced by countless factors—weather, physical condition, luck, gender, age, martial arts, weapons, and more. That’s why winning rates exist.
“That fellow is quite troublesome in that regard. His martial arts are heterodox, he penetrates through our schemes thoroughly, he’s strong in actual combat, and he’s already skilled at his age.”
Now that I think about it, this is a genuine monster.
If there’s a weakness, it would be that his martial arts balance is somewhat skewed.
“Y-Young Master, you’re that strong?”
“If that fellow enters a fight after deliberate preparation… I’m not sure. Depending on the conditions, I couldn’t guarantee victory even against Dokgo Gun, could I?”
“E-Even against Dokgo Gun?”
“Well, it might be too generous an assessment.”
Those masters who had opened the door to the Wuji Realm were truly in a different dimension, so they could be considered exceptions.
‘But watching that fellow…’
Dokgo Yeon narrowed her eyes and stared at Dokgo Myeong.
‘Even if the odds were one in ten, he’d somehow pull it off.’
Boom!
Finally, Dokgo Myeong had knocked down all the White Tiger Guards.
Before long, the sparring had become a one-on-one situation between the White Tiger Sect Leader and Dokgo Myeong.
Whoosh!
Dokgo Yeon let out a small sigh as she watched the inner energy flowing through Dokgo Myeong’s entire body.
‘Seeing how his true energy is still leaking out like that, he’s definitely at the Peak Realm.’
That was when it happened.
Screech! Whoosh whoosh!
“…?”
Suddenly, Dokgo Myeong’s inner power seemed to stop and start flowing again repeatedly in stuttering bursts.
And each time it did.
Boom!!
The explosive sound of his footwork seemed to grow twice as powerful.
Dokgo Yeon clicked her tongue regretfully.
“Tsk, I wanted to have a match before he left, but that cunning bastard didn’t come to me and called the White Tiger Guards instead.”
With him expending all his strength like that, fighting him afterward would feel like eating someone else’s leftovers.
Dokgo Yeon spun around sharply.
“Oh, Miss. Should I deliver a message to the young master?”
“Never mind. Just tell him to come back stronger. At minimum, he should break through the Ascending Realm.”
Dokgo Yeon cast one last reluctant glance at Dokgo Myeong before turning away.
“Though it seems he’s not far off already.”
* * *
Boom!
“Ugh!”
Dokgo Myeong was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall.
“Huff, huff….”
Seo Ryun planted his sword into the ground like a staff, breathing heavily.
Looking around, more than half of the twenty White Tiger Guards were sprawled across the floor.
“Groan….”
“Seo Sect Leader, are you alright?”
Seo Ryun let out a hollow laugh.
“Isn’t it the young master who went flying?”
“Well, I’m fine. As you can see.”
Dokgo Myeong brushed the dust from his Dragon Scale Robe as he spoke.
Compared to Seo Ryun, whose martial robes were torn and whose body was exhausted, Dokgo Myeong appeared virtually unscathed.
“You grow stronger with each passing day. Have you changed your combat approach?”
“Yes, I’ve decided to stop darting about so carelessly.”
“Your external martial prowess was already exceptional. It seems ordinary realm-breaking techniques can barely penetrate your defenses.”
Dokgo Myeong’s body, saturated with the Hyocheon Gi throughout his bones and muscles, was practically closer to an external martial master than an internal energy master.
“And with the Dragon Scale Robe on top of that… this is practically cheating.”
“There’s no cheating in real combat.”
“That’s just a figure of speech.”
Dokgo Myeong flexed his fists as he spoke.
“And there’s still something lacking.”
“Is it the imbalance?”
“So you’ve noticed too, Seo Sect Leader.”
“You’re compensating with powerful external techniques and the Dragon Scale Robe, but a weakness remains a weakness.”
Dokgo Myeong’s martial arts hadn’t changed from before to now. Only the way he applied them had transformed.
This created an even more pronounced imbalance than before.
“You’ve gained much better balance compared to when you relied solely on striking techniques… but to sustain this new combat style, you must master defensive and protective techniques.”
“Yes, I’m aware.”
“Though it may be presumptuous, my advice would be to master an appropriate movement technique soon. Even if you learn scattered techniques, without proper balance, they’re worse than a layman’s hodgepodge.”
At Seo Ryun’s candid and honest words, Dokgo Myeong grinned widely.
To others, it might seem like meddling, but he genuinely appreciated how purely this man cared for him.
“Every martial art I’ve learned has had conditions for mastery. I’m waiting because those conditions haven’t been met yet, so don’t worry too much.”
“Yes, young master.”
Dokgo Myeong let out a low chuckle.
“Still, I’m grateful. Thanks to you, I’ve gotten a proper assessment.”
“You’re too kind. Are you satisfied with the results?”
“Yes, at this level, I won’t be taking unnecessary losses out there.”
Taking losses while wandering about….
How many in all of Zhongyuan could actually corner Dokgo Myeong unilaterally?
‘Not even a hundred. And if we’re talking about fights where life and death are on the line… it wouldn’t be half that.’
My fighting style had shifted and created imbalances, but in turn, my strengths had grown even more pronounced.
“Are you planning to venture into Gangho again?”
“Isn’t that why I asked for this sparring match?”
“….”
Seo Ryun seemed about to say something, then clamped his mouth shut.
Dokgo Myeong laughed softly, as if understanding.
“The times being what they are, I simply couldn’t ask someone still belonging to the Outer Sect like you to follow me. Don’t take it personally.”
“Take it personally? I’m merely sorry I cannot be of greater service.”
“If you truly feel that way, then hurry and leave the Outer Sect to join our side.”
“I, I wish to do so as well. However, moving an entire Musa Corps is not something that can be done overnight.”
“In any case, you men are full of excuses.”
“….”
Dokgo Myeong rolled his shoulders and stretched his body.
“Well then, I really should be going now.”
It was time to bring along the one I’d been neglecting.
What could Seok-du be doing right now?
* * *
Thud!
“Ugh, ahhh, ahhh….”
Geum Seok-du, sprawled face-down on the ground, writhed like an insect, his body trembling.
His eyes were hollow, and his limbs quivered uncontrollably.
‘P, please kill me….’
Geum Seok-du looked back with trembling eyes.
There stood a middle-aged man, Maecheon Yang, laughing heartily.
“You still have five more laps to go. If you spend too much time lying there, I’ll add another lap for each moment of rest.”
“B, but I’ve already run one hundred and twenty laps today….”
“One hundred and twenty? Oh my, I thought it was one hundred and twenty-five. Just ten more laps then.”
“…!”
Did this household contain only demons utterly devoid of empathy?
How could they squeeze a person dry while wearing such a benevolent expression?
“Come now, just push a little harder. Ten laps is a distance even a three-year-old could run, isn’t it?”
Is your three-year-old some reincarnated supreme master or something?
“Grrrrgh….”
Crawling as if on his last legs, Geum Seok-du completed eight more rotations before collapsing face-first, his breathing ragged and labored.
Through the haze of consciousness threatening to slip away, he heard someone’s voice.
“What’s wrong with this fellow?”
“Heh, I suppose he pushed himself a bit too hard.”
“The boy’s simply weak. Back in my day, a hundred laps was nothing—I’d run a thousand without breaking a sweat.”
That irritating voice… could it be?
Geum Seok-du bolted upright.
“Young Master!”
You’ve come to rescue us!
Dokgo Myeong broke into a grin.
“Come on, Seok-du. Let’s go save the second and third ones.”
Geum Seok-du’s eyes sparkled with hope.
“Ah, but first we need to finish the rest of those laps.”
“Pardon?”
“Looks like you’ve still got energy left. Go on, keep running.”
“But… how could a subordinate make his lord wait…?”
“Ah, that’s the least I can show you in consideration.”
…!
“What are you doing? Hurry up and run. Your lord is waiting.”
Geum Seok-du squeezed his eyes shut.
Shortly after, Dokgo Myeong and Geum Seok-du ventured into the Gangho.

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