Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 114

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Chapter 114
Namgung Sohwa’s eyes widened dramatically.
Turbulent emotion flooded her gaze.
‘That sword!’
Unfamiliar, yet achingly familiar.
While others might overlook it, she could recognize it at a glance.
‘Could it be…?’
Namgung Sohwa suddenly recalled a distant memory.
One late night in her childhood, awakened by the sound of wind being cut, she had glimpsed through a crack in the door the silhouette of a man—her father, who trained day and night to revive the lost techniques of their family’s blade.
That very sword her father had devoted himself to perfecting was now visible in Dokgo Myeong’s hands.
‘The Sword of Unobstructed Creation?!’
No. Something was different.
It was like witnessing different branches sprouting from the same root.
More tyrannical, more direct, more perfected.
‘Ah, Father…’
A fierce light blazed through Namgung Sohwa’s hollow eyes.
‘That is where my path with the sword must lead.’
The blade descended in a single, devastating strike.
* * *
Crash! Splurt!
The sickening sound of tearing flesh, screams erupting.
Blood fountained from Moyong Lim’s upper body.
“Gahhh!”
“Rim-a!”
Moyong Lim, driven backward, glared at Dokgo Myeong with bloodshot eyes.
Dokgo Myeong smiled coldly, flicking blood from his blade.
“I was a bit shallow.”
“Hack! You… you bastard!”
As Moyong Lim convulsed forward to charge, Moryong Baek seized his shoulder firmly.
“Compose yourself! First, tend to your wound!”
“No, I’m fine!”
“He is no trivial opponent. Do you still not understand that recklessness will only get you killed?”
“…Tch!”
Moryong Baek swallowed hard, watching Moyong Lim grind his teeth.
Dokgo Myeong stood leisurely, his sword hanging at his side.
But seeing the blade he wielded sent a chill down Moryong Baek’s spine.
‘That strike just now—it was unmistakably a killing blow!’
Was he truly in his right mind?
To attempt the life of the clan’s young master before so many witnesses?
Moryong Baek bit his lip and opened his mouth.
“Dokgo Myeong! Have you lost your mind!”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“What scheme is this now?”
“Heaven watches and earth listens! How can you brazenly deploy assassination techniques just because you had a past conflict with Rim-a!”
It was a cunning argument.
Moryong Baek glanced at those around him, then continued urgently without even giving Dokgo Myeong time to respond.
“You are now harboring an assassin targeting the Young Patriarch of the Main Sect during this martial arts tournament! Do you have any sense at all!”
In that instant, the atmosphere around the Martial Arts Arena rippled.
“Now that you mention it….”
“That’s right, surely the Moyong Clan wouldn’t commit such a barbaric act….”
“What on earth is happening here?”
I felt the suspicious gazes that had been directed at the Moyong Clan shift in real time toward Dokgo Myeong.
Moryong Baek felt this shift and smiled with satisfaction.
‘Perfect. That bastard won’t be able to drag this situation out much longer either. If I guide the atmosphere appropriately and obtain the daughter of the Namgung Family….’
That was when it happened.
Dokgo Myeong let out a scoff.
“What, did you think I’d back down if you said that?”
“What?”
“You really don’t know me at all.”
Boom!
Dokgo Myeong stomped the ground once more.
With that single charge, the very spot where he had been standing shattered to pieces.
“Gasp!”
Moryong Baek’s sword was a step too late against the relentless assault.
Clang!
The blade rang out, and Moryong Baek was driven backward, scraping the ground.
Clash! Boom crash!
Sword met sword, and sparks scattered through the air.
Moryong Baek was astounded.
All the sword techniques he had honed his entire life were being blocked.
As if he were striking water, every attack he unleashed scattered meaninglessly.
But Dokgo Myeong’s attacks were different.
Boom!
Dokgo Myeong’s blade blazed with light. Struck with perfect precision like the glimmering midday sun, that single slash shattered all of Moryong Baek’s sword techniques.
‘Not just fist techniques… how does he wield such sword power at this age?’
Clash!
A long sword wound opened across Moryong Baek’s forearm.
Moryong Baek, his face contorted, bounced backward.
He glared at Dokgo Myeong with trembling eyes and shouted.
“You, you reckless fool… what possible justification do you have… how do you intend to resolve this!”
“You don’t even deserve to be called martial artists.”
“What, what did you say?”
“How can someone who trusts their tongue more than the blade in their hand when facing an enemy call themselves a martial artist?”
In an instant, Dokgo Myeong and Moryong Baek’s blades clashed in mid-air.
Clang!
“Cough!”
Moryong Baek, no longer able to hold his ground, coughed up blood and tumbled backward.
“Uncle!”
Moyong Lim, who had just finished administering emergency treatment, widened his eyes and stamped the ground.
Dokgo Myeong turned his blade toward Moyong Lim.
“Perfect timing. Let’s settle that promise you made at the Pavilion back then, right now.”
“Shut your mouth!”
Clang clang!
Steel rang out harshly as blade met blade.
Dokgo Myeong curled one corner of his mouth upward and extended his front foot forward.
Then came his thrust.
Moryong Baek gasped and raised his blade at an angle.
Boom!
With a collision sound like a bell, his sword hand was thrust backward.
Moyong Lim bit his lip.
‘This madman….’
Boom! Crash!
No longer the sound of a bell—now it was like cannon fire erupting.
Moyong Lim was desperately focused on defense alone.
Crack crack crack!
He barely avoided direct hits from the blade, but merely grazing Dokgo Myeong’s terrifying inner force and palm strikes shredded his robes.
There were no openings. His vision grew dizzy, and his limbs began to numb.
‘At this rate, I might actually lose….’
Moyong Lim’s eyes wavered at this unbidden thought.
What kind of absurd thinking was this?
Defeat was impossible.
He still had a hidden trump card, didn’t he?
‘Do you know how many elixirs I’ve consumed and how many martial techniques I’ve mastered?!’
Whoosh!
Gritting his teeth, Moyong Lim threw himself directly into Dokgo Myeong’s incoming blade.
Splash!
With a sickening sound of flesh tearing, Dokgo Myeong’s blade momentarily hesitated.
In that fleeting gap.
Moyong Lim endured the pain with a grimace and gripped his sword with all his strength.
‘The culmination of the Main Sect’s martial arts! With this blade, I’ll sever your neck!’
By deliberately allowing that strike, I accumulated true energy and gained the opportunity to unfold my sword technique.
Thus, Moyong Lim unleashed the greatest strike he could muster.
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
Accompanied by thunder, dozens of sword auras bloomed like lightning tearing through the heavens.
It was the wrath of heaven itself, divine punishment descending from the celestial throne.
Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword, Heavenly Prison Divided Shadow.
It was the ultimate secret technique of the Heavenly Thunder Divine Sword.
“No! This can’t be!”
Namgung Sohwa, who had been receiving treatment, shot to her feet.
It was an overwhelmingly powerful and dangerous strike. Before such a devastating blow that seemed capable of obliterating everything around it, even the legendary Dokgo Myeong would be swept away in an instant.
But in the next moment.
Whoosh!
Dokgo Myeong raised his sword.
His blade gleamed sharply toward the heavens, glinting with a piercing light.
Namgung Sohwa felt her gaze drawn irresistibly toward that sword.
And in the next instant.
Shhhhwaaack!
Dokgo Myeong’s sword, which had been pointing skyward, fell abruptly.
‘This is…!’
Moyong Lim’s pupils trembled.
Between the lightning spreading as if to devour the entire world, a single straight line appeared.
There was no lightning, no storm. Only that single line connecting heaven and earth remained.
Yet that one line had severed everything.
‘This can’t… be real.’
Moyong Lim’s face was marred by shock.
How could it be so futile?
The inner energy cultivated through vast quantities of spiritual medicine, the martial techniques refined through endless research, the sword strike extended with desperate resolve.
All of it was cut down by a single blade?
“Why!!”
Boom!
With that final cry, Moyong Lim was swept up in the explosion and sent flying backward.
Thud!
“Cough! Hack!”
Moyong Lim spat blood, his face drained of color.
Whether to praise him for refusing to kneel, he remained standing despite swaying precariously on the verge of collapse.
“Ugh…!”
Drip, drip.
Blood began flowing again from Moyong Lim’s wounds, which had been hastily treated with pressure point techniques.
“R-Rim-a… run. You can’t….”
Moryong Baek, who had collapsed before Moyong Lim, staggered forward and seized Moyong Lim’s arm.
Moyong Lim offered no response.
He merely stared ahead with bloodshot eyes, as if trying to bore holes through the air itself.
Thud, thud.
Dokgo Myeong leisurely crossed the shattered Martial Arts Arena and approached them.
“How could this happen! Why…!”
Moyong Lim cried out as if he were coughing up blood.
“How is this even possible! That transcendent martial technique! The inner energy I accumulated with such difficulty! Two masters at their peak! How could you of all people defeat them!”
“….”
“It must be sorcery! There’s no other way this could happen!!”
At his desperate cry, Dokgo Myeong let out a hollow laugh.
“Rather, I should be the one asking.”
“Wh, what…?”
“How can you train with a sword while harboring such a mindset and still believe you could win?”
Dokgo Myeong’s gaze turned cold and sharp.
What is necessary to achieve strength?
More powerful martial techniques?
Stronger inner energy?
A resilient body, or perhaps the Shin-byeong-i-gi?
“Before any of those things, there is something one must possess, is there not?”
“Wh, what?”
“Conviction.”
“…?”
“Certainty in the martial techniques I have mastered and my own efforts, faith in the goals I pursue.”
Is one truly strong merely because their inner energy is powerful?
Does one become strong by learning transcendent, unparalleled techniques?
Had strength truly become something so shallow?
Such things were merely preparations.
For those who walk the vast and solitary path of the martial way, there is but one signpost given to them.
It is belief in oneself.
A martial artist who abandons that and loses their way becomes nothing more than a hollow shell, half of what they should be.
“Without that conviction, you shamelessly coveted the martial techniques of another family….”
Dokgo Myeong’s voice dropped so low that only those two could hear it.
“…and even laid hands upon a blood-soaked technique that should never be touched.”
Moryong Baek’s mouth fell open in shock.
“Y, you, what exactly do you know….”
Crack!
Dokgo Myeong had closed the distance in an instant, now directly before him.
Moryong Baek trembled and lifted his head.
As Moryong Baek met Dokgo Myeong’s gaze, his breath caught in his throat.
‘The eyes of one who intends to kill.’
Eyes devoid of any lingering attachment or hesitation.
The expression of someone who would kill their target—not out of malice, but simply because they had decided to do so.
“You… surely not right now…?”
“…”
“Are you serious? You—what reason do you have! No, what justification!”
Moryong Baek screamed with veins bulging from his neck.
Dokgo Myeong twisted his lips as if finding it ridiculous.
“Serious? Of course I’m serious. I, Dokgo Myeong, will stain my blade with blood in place of my dear friend’s resentment.”
The words were delivered with force.
It was a quiet voice, barely audible amid the chaos, yet a chilling tremor rippled through the surroundings.
To settle a grudge on behalf of another.
An ancient history and tradition of the Gangho martial world that no one practiced anymore.
“In this kind of situation! Do you think you can handle this!”
“Why don’t you try me.”
A cold sword light dazzled Moryong Baek’s eyes.
“Do I seem incapable?”
Moryong Baek’s mouth fell open.
‘He’s genuinely going to cut me down!’
Moryong Baek’s eyes trembled.
If he decided to cut, he would truly cut.
Practical concerns seemed unimportant to this man. If he had decided to cut, he could do it. He was fundamentally different from others.
Moryong Baek’s mind grew desperate.
‘I must… open my blood gates!’
At this rate, I would truly die.
I should be satisfied with learning Namgung Sohwa’s location. If I fled with Moyong Lim, I could hope for another day!
Screeeech!
Moryong Baek surged to his feet, unleashing his inner power.
Or so he thought.
‘Why won’t my body move?’
Whoosh! Thud!
In that instant, the sky fell to earth and the earth soared to heaven.
That was the last thing he saw.
“Uncle!”
Moyong Lim, drenched in the spurting blood, let out a scream.
“Cough! Hack! You madman…! Do you truly think you can do this without consequence? The entire Gangho will condemn you! The Main Sect will never forgive you!”
Moyong Lim spat blood repeatedly, glaring at Dokgo Myeong.
Dokgo Myeong chuckled softly.
“Don’t worry.”
“…?”
“I never intended to stop with just your head and your uncle’s.”
“…!”

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