Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 183

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Chapter 183
The Martial Arts Alliance Leaders lent their strength to Dokgo Myeong’s fight, but they did not become active allies.
In other words, they were merely blocking the enemy forces that surged toward the martial stage.
They did not even draw their blades against Il Daejoo leading the charge, the roughly fifty Geongon-ilidae warriors climbing onto the martial stage, or Moyong Aejeon standing at the forefront of their ranks.
It was only natural. No matter how swept up in the moment one might be to draw their sword, there were not many who would spill blood against those who were not their true enemies.
‘Will it be alright?’
For this reason, Dokgo Myeong worried about the Chamma Corps members.
Though the Chamma Corps had thus far navigated through chaotic battles that even seasoned warriors like No Gang-ho rarely experienced, Moyong Aejeon and the Geongon Clan were elite soldiers trained to a level far superior to any enemies they had faced before.
But that concern proved unfounded.
The Chamma Corps was formidable.
Whoosh! Crash!
“Roaaaah!”
Surprisingly, among the captains, Dokgo Ak burst forward first.
Crack! Boom!
Four or five Geongon Clan warriors climbing onto the martial stage tangled with each other and collapsed in a heap from the blade strike drawn in a straight line.
Not stopping there, Dokgo Ak suddenly rushed at a man.
None other than Il Daejoo.
Cheolmu-baek let out a warning cry.
“Fall back! He is stronger than you…!”
Dokgo Ak shouted fiercely.
“Don’t interfere! This one is mine!”
“You damned dog! Even this brat dares to disrespect me!”
Il Daejoo unleashed his momentum and brought his blade down upon Dokgo Ak.
Crash!
Tremendous force rippled outward, but Dokgo Ak did not yield.
“Do you know who I am? I am Dokgo Ak of the Chamma Corps!”
Swoooosh!
Leaving Dokgo Ak to his battle, Namgung Sohwa swept across the martial stage with a grand arc of her blade.
Already relentless by nature, this time she showed no mercy in her movements.
She fought like a malevolent spirit, unconcerned with the blood spraying in all directions as she extended her spear. With each thrust of her Spear of Infinite Heavens that erupted forth, the limbs of enemies fell like stalks of grain.
“…My role has disappeared.”
Cheolmu-baek, the man who had always opened the fight first, was left in the background.
Thanks to this, he was able to join the battle a step late for the first time and observe the situation.
‘The fortunate thing was.’
The geographical advantage of the martial stage. The Geongon Clan’s forces had to climb up to fight them, but the Chamma Corps would not allow it.
Moreover, crowds were tangled chaotically around the martial stage.
Dokgo Ak was preoccupied with Il Daejoo, and the actual number of enemies Namgung Sohwa and Cheolmu-baek faced was not that many.
Most critically.
Whoosh! Splurt!
“Gack!”
Within this chaotic situation, there were two who made the enemies even more disoriented—Ye-hwa and Geum Seok-du.
Even ordinary arrows would have been formidable, but these were iron projectiles fired through divine techniques. The enemies found their limbs tangled when they tried to deflect the arrows, and their backs pierced if they ignored them.
Roooaarrr!
Cheolmu-baek swung his axe in a wide arc, flinging three or four Geonggon Clan members who had leaped onto the arena, then exhaled sharply through his nose.
‘Could the commander have anticipated this?’
There was no way to know.
Besides, I had no leisure to concern myself with such matters.
The Geonggon Clan weren’t fools, so they were adapting quickly.
Crash!
“Ugh!”
Il Daejoo, who had shaken off Dokgo Ak clinging to him with sheer force, cried out.
“Damn it! Second squad, fall back! First squad, come up behind me! Third squad, circle around and target the archers! Fourth squad…!”
“Don’t you dare look away while I’m right here!”
“You leech!”
Dokgo Ak hastily interfered with Il Daejoo, but the tide of battle was already shifting.
Clang! Claaaang!
Now a battle that defied all description was unfolding.
Ju Won-gwang and his Gae-bang members had seized Moryong Sohgyo and were breaking through the Geonggon Clan’s interference, but as the enemies began targeting Ye-hwa and Geum Seok-du, the supporting fire ceased, forcing the Chamma Clan members into even fiercer combat.
“Huff, huff…”
Cheolmu-baek exhaled roughly and thought to himself.
Their fight now was merely about endurance. It seemed they could not create any further variables beyond that.
Ultimately, the duel between Dokgo Myeong and the Geonggon Sword Master would determine the outcome of this battle.
* * *
When they had completely escaped the Deungyong Platform.
Moryong Sohgyo shook off the Hu Gu-dangju’s arm.
“Let me go. I’ll walk on my own feet.”
Ju Won-gwang looked at Moryong Sohgyo with surprise in his eyes.
“How composed you are. It seems you’ve realized why we saved you.”
Moryong Sohgyo nodded at Ju Won-gwang’s words.
“The family will kill me now, either to hold me accountable for this failure or to shift the momentum. I’m merely a discarded piece. However, from your perspective, it would also be problematic if I died like this.”
“Oh…”
“Why do you say that?”
“No, it’s just that you’re remarkably composed.”
“Should I sit here and cry instead?”
Though she seemed somewhat deflated, Moryong Sohgyo still spoke with an undaunted expression.
Ju Won-gwang chuckled.
“They call you the Jade Ice Flower, but you’re even colder and more composed than the young lady Namgung.”
Namgung Sohwa was the most composed and level-headed female martial artist Ju Won-gwang had encountered, yet Moryong Sohgyo felt composed in a different sense.
“So what becomes of me? Will you send me back to the family? Or do you plan to protect me and use me as justification?”
“I’m not sure about that. In any case, first we need to escape this place…”
At that moment, Ju Won-gwang stopped mid-sentence and froze.
‘What is this?’
He slowly turned his body around.
They had left the area near the Dengyong Arena’s martial stage and entered an alley.
Now buildings blocked their view of how the fight was progressing, but the aura could still be felt.
‘What is this? Something feels wrong. These aren’t the Geongon Faction or the Martial Arts Alliance Leaders. Has a new group appeared? Where does this aura come from….’
Ju Won-gwang looked up at the building where flashes of light and thunderous sounds continuously erupted.
Then he flinched in surprise and quickly lowered his head.
“Hide your presence and scatter! Now!”
Ju Won-gwang shouted at the Hugu Party Members following behind, then vaulted over the wall with Moryong Sohgyo and crouched low.
“What is this all of a sudden….”
“Shh! Suppress your presence! As much as you can!”
A moment passed.
Thud!
Footsteps were heard.
Thump, thump.
With each slow step, the air trembled.
Ju Won-gwang could instinctively sense it.
‘A master!’
The footsteps were not alone. Behind those leisurely steps, a considerable number of footsteps followed, as if leading troops.
Ju Won-gwang held his breath.
Gae-bang’s technique for concealing presence was so exceptional that assassins would pale in comparison.
Especially the Hugu Party—their concealment arts were unmatched in the martial world. He was confident they wouldn’t be discovered.
The problem was Moryong Sohgyo.
Tap!
One set of footsteps stopped in front of the wall they were leaning against.
“….”
“….”
In that moment when an instant stretched like eternity.
A voice echoed from the end of the alley.
“Leave them be. Our plans have gone awry, and we have no time to waste here.”
With that voice, the troops beyond the wall resumed their movement.
Ju Won-gwang’s eyes trembled wildly.
‘They already knew we were here.’
It was the voice of that master who radiated aura with every step.
‘New arrivals. This isn’t over yet.’
Ju Won-gwang swallowed dryly.
In this chaos that was beginning to settle, yet another group had appeared.
* * *
Dokgo Myeong’s back foot sank deeply into the martial stage floor.
Boom!
Dokgo Myeong was now feeling the weight of the title “Sword Master” through his very skin.
“Is this all? Is this everything? Did you truly think you could humiliate me with merely this?”
The sword’s speed was overwhelming. The intermediate movements fractured and disappeared, leaving only the initial strike and final result perceptible.
Boom!
Dokgo Myeong, who had extended his blade and leaped backward, quickly assessed the situation.
‘A master several steps above me.’
It was only natural—Moyong Aejeon, eyes blazing with madness, was charging forward while burning his innate qi.
Clang! Clang clang!
Every technique and exchange tangled in dizzying complexity.
Dokgo Myeong swallowed the blood rising in his throat and surveyed his surroundings.
‘If this drags on, we lose. Not just me—this entire battle.’
Flash! Crash!
At that moment, I saw Namgung Sohwa being hurled back in the corner of my vision.
In a one-on-one duel it would be different, but with fewer numbers, we were suffering from their combined assault.
Boom! Boom!
Ye-hwa quickly unleashed covering fire.
“Ye-hwa! It’s dangerous here! Fall back!”
“Yes!”
Before she could draw the bowstring more than a few times, she had to engage in a deadly game of tag with the Geongon Sect’s forces.
‘If this extends, Chamma Dae will be pushed back.’
This battle was far from simple.
“Are you trying to divide your attention? How dare you face me like this?”
Crack!
The moment thunder erupted, my entire body tingled with numbness. Lightning bolts like earthworms crackled and bounced across my Dragon Scale Armor.
‘A gap has opened in the Silver Han Wall!’
Moyong Aejeon’s blade moved faster than my protective technique’s qi circulation.
In that instant, the sword appeared before my eyes, exploiting the opening in my wavering stance.
The impact came first, the sound following a moment later.
Crash!
“Ugh.”
Dokgo Myeong let out a low groan as the impact shook every joint in my body.
The blade was faster than sound.
Fortunately, the Silver Han Wall and Dragon Scale Armor activated in time, preventing me from taking the full brunt of the attack, but it was still significant damage I couldn’t ignore.
“You can endure this?”
The moment his concentration wavered from speaking.
Dokgo Myeong seized the opening in Moyong Aejeon’s breath.
Crash!
Moyong Aejeon, struck on the forearm by the sudden strike, was pushed back.
Zing! Zing zing!
‘This beast of a man….’
He was forcing attacks into the gaps between each breath itself.
At that age, how was this even possible?
It felt like fighting someone who had achieved Half-Cycle Returning Movement. Or perhaps like facing an ancient master who had switched bodies using the Ilhon Great Method, which the esoteric sects called the ultimate secret technique.
“A monster like this. It’s admirable, but that’s all.”
Boom! Crash!
After entering his true form, Moyong Aejeon brought his sword down diagonally.
The moment I swung my staff to meet him head-on, Moyong Aejeon’s blade spun and deflected my hand strike with a rotating parry.
A technique of Flower Mirror using the sword.
Just as I tried to correct my stance urgently, dozens of sword images bloomed before my eyes like flowers in full bloom.
‘Phantom Sword!’
Moyong Aejeon’s blade released its force momentarily and began displaying diverse techniques.
Clang clang clang clang!
I distinguished the real from the false through sensory perception.
Half of the eighteen sword images were illusions.
The remaining half?
Swift strikes.
So fast that afterimages remained—the blade strikes fell directly before me.
Crash!
Knocked backward, I spat out blood and my eyes gleamed.
‘A swordsman who learned orthodox sword technique without any flashy methods.’
For a moment, I felt as though my insides were turning.
‘This damned….’
Was this the extent of it?
I’ve grown this strong, yet there are still masters like this?
Did this mean that even third-rate villains I’d pass by were crawling all over the martial world?
Bang!
Moyong Aejeon, who had pushed me far back, spoke with ease.
“I didn’t believe it, but the intelligence from Amseong was true. You’ve combined three martial arts, each specialized in different aspects, into one.”
“….”
“Indeed, heterogeneous martial arts. But from the start, when you clash against perfect and complete martial arts, something forcibly patched together will only be torn to shreds!”
Bang! Crash!
I was finally sent flying off the martial stage and landed on the tent that Geum Mountain Pavilion workers had set up.
Without hesitation, I pushed off the ground again and thought.
‘Yes, there is a deficiency.’
Unlike me, who required transitions when deploying each martial technique, Moyong Aejeon’s sword was a perfected form without bias.
I opened my eyes wide.
‘But why does he live like that despite building such martial arts? Why does the Moyong Family covet blood techniques and Namgung’s martial arts despite possessing such complete martial arts?’
Crash!
Pushed back once more with the explosive sound, I clenched my fists tightly.
‘Good, this is it. If I push through to the end, I’ll win regardless.’
Dokgo Myeong charged forward in a straight line.
Crash!
The moment they collided head-on, Moyong Aejeon’s expression twisted slightly.
When he swung large attacks to create distance, I forced myself closer; when he pushed his palm techniques unconventionally, I simply endured with raw power and brute strength.
Of course, technique wasn’t easy either, and my inner energy cultivation lagged several moves behind.
‘Then am I losing in everything?’
No.
There was always an escape route even when everything seemed blocked.
Whiiiing!
My sensory perception activated at its peak.
I searched and searched again for the path to victory.
As always, the answer lay within myself.
‘External strength.’
Though my opponent’s martial arts level was high and his age far greater, my physical body was superior.
This wasn’t a body trained carelessly. I had confidence.
Flash! Boom-crash!
I endured the penetrating Cheonra Yubo with the Silver Han Wall, blocking the attack that sought the gaps.
Immediately after, I swept the sword away with Jecheon-gi and drove a powerful triple punch into him.
It was a lightning-fast combination that even I had to admire.
“What’s this sudden change?”
Moyong Aejeon also noticed my shifted momentum.
Crack! Boom!
I began charging forward with an almost mutual destruction momentum. My judgment was that fighting this way, being younger with superior external strength, I would win.
And that judgment was correct.
Boom!
I finally drove the Hwacheon Strike directly into Moyong Aejeon’s chest.
He flew backward like a rag doll and tumbled across the ground.
As he staggered to his feet, bewilderment and frustration appeared on his face.
“Cough! This…!”
“Shut up!”
Boom! Thud-crash!
Moyong Aejeon, barely getting up, couldn’t straighten his posture and began retreating frantically.
Boom! Crash!
Soon both of us flew outside the arena and tangled on the ground.
The Geonkon Clan didn’t dare intervene in the aftermath of the battle, and even the Martial Arts Alliance Leaders retreated like an ebbing tide, creating an open space.
Throughout it all, Moyong Aejeon moved his sword to cut my torso, thighs, and shins, while using Thunder Qi to strike my vital points and increase my internal injuries.
That was all.
Moyong Aejeon was cutting my flesh.
Now it was time for me to take his bones.
Crack! Thud! Thud-thud-thud!
Moyong Aejeon’s limbs shattered, and instead of cries of pain, blood streamed from his gaping mouth. Somewhere along the way, the sword he’d been gripping so tightly slipped from his fingers.
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes were bloodshot.
Like a man who had forgotten to breathe, he clamped his mouth shut and, with eyes wide open, drove forward mercilessly against Moyong Aejeon.
Then, in an instant.
Whoosh!
Dokgo Myeong’s fist cut through empty air.
And only then did Dokgo Myeong’s mouth open again.
“Gasp, gasp, huff….”
As if breathing in air he had been holding back, Dokgo Myeong exhaled laboriously. Then his eyes, vacant and hollow, looked downward.
“Cough, gurgle….”
There, battered and broken, Moyong Aejeon knelt on the ground.
Dokgo Myeong’s victory was complete.

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