Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 241

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Chapter 241
The newly established Cheonma Sect’s main hall, the Demon Slaying Pavilion.
Dokgo Myeong, who had summoned the captains there, opened his mouth.
“As the commander, I, Dokgo Myeong, am disappointed in you captains today.”
“….”
“How long have I been away? Wasn’t it just under half a year? And yet… Kya!”
As Dokgo Myeong let out an exclamation, the captains all flinched simultaneously.
“I watched each and every one of you in secret, and somehow you’re all just resting? Huh? All of you slacking off!”
“No, I was just resting while regulating my breathing for a moment….”
“Resting? Ah! You should rest! Resting is good!”
“….”
“I was in the deep mountains having my life threatened by poisons and demonic creatures, fighting a water serpent the size of a house, and I even took a tour with the grim reapers across the River of Three Paths… Ah! You should rest! Of course you should rest!”
Look at that voice.
His voice was so loud it drowned out thunder.
All the Cheonma Sect members wore expressions of despair.
‘He hasn’t come yet, he said he hasn’t come yet!’
‘If he had come, he should have just greeted us—why did he hide his presence and spy on us secretly?!’
‘My ears are bleeding. Wait, is that actually tinnitus I’m hearing?’
It was like a bolt from the blue.
No, it was literally Dokgo Myeong who had returned along with lightning.
“I fed you to help you grow, gave you a place to sleep, provided you with accommodations! Even assigned you personal instructors! And you just played around?!”
“Played around? We were all training diligently, Commander.”
At Geum Seok-du’s timid protest, Dokgo Myeong’s eyes snapped toward him.
“Ah, training?”
“…Why are you asking like that?”
“Were you so busy training that you followed my trail to Cheon I-gak?”
Geum Seok-du tilted his head in confusion.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“What?”
“Well, it’s standard for Cheon I-gak to monitor the Dragon’s location in real time….”
“Tsk!”
“….”
“I already heard everything from Cheon I-gak on my way here, and you dare tell such a sloppy lie?”
“Cheon I-gak told you all of that?!”
“Caught, aren’t you?”
“…!”
To fall for such a cunning trick!
Geum Seok-du froze in shock.
“….”
“….”
Except for Geum Seok-du, who was caught off guard by Dokgo Myeong’s unexpected move and helpless against it, the remaining captains stared at Dokgo Myeong.
Their gazes were far from gentle.
They had much to say.
Really, very much.
Naturally, not a single one of them had ever idled or rested, for that was the reason.
Forget playing—they had strived with an intensity they had never experienced in their entire lives.
Because of this, the captains now glared at Dokgo Myeong with blazing eyes, unlike before.
Seeing their expressions, Dokgo Myeong let out a sly grin.
“These fellows look like they could kill with just their eyes. No need for long speeches.”
He muttered to himself like that—so what need was there for words?
As everyone openly expressed their bewilderment, Dokgo Myeong continued with a smirk.
“I can see from your eyes that you have much to say. So, how about we take turns fighting?”
At those words, the captains who had been quietly grinding their teeth began to speak one by one.
“Are you sure about that? Things will be different from before. If you underestimate us, you’ll pay dearly.”
It was Namgung Sohwa.
Her hair, which had been cut short due to her male disguise, had grown long by now.
Just as the length of her hair suggested the passage of time, she too seemed to have grown considerably.
“…That’s right. If you think like you used to, there won’t even be bones left to retrieve.”
Cheolmu-baek revealed his competitive spirit in a desolate voice.
A terrifying aura emanated from him, like a mountain beast baring its fangs.
Dokgo Myeong grinned slyly.
“Is that so?”
“….”
“You say you don’t remember being a tadpole, but you don’t recall getting beaten by me every time back then?”
Then it happened.
Laughter echoed from somewhere.
“Heh, heh-heh, heh-heh-heh….”
The owner of that eerie laughter was none other than Dokgo Ak.
Dokgo Ak continued laughing as he gently caressed the sword at his waist.
“Yes, that’s how it should be. The years of enduring hardship and grinding my teeth in resentment end today. As the saying goes, a gentleman’s revenge is never too late—the time for vengeance has finally arrived.”
Dokgo Ak muttered like a man possessed by madness.
‘What’s wrong with that bastard?’
His manner of speech and behavior had become somewhat strange.
I recall he trained under the Saheon Sect Leader….
Ah.
Now I understand.
Suddenly it all made sense.
‘But hasn’t one person not spoken yet?’
Dokgo Myeong turned his gaze to Ye-hwa, who had remained silent until now.
Soon he found Ye-hwa in the corner, staring at him with unwavering eyes without a single blink.
“…So you have nothing to say?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Really?”
“Actually, I just thought of something.”
Ye-hwa merely tilted her head.
“Why is your tongue so sluggish?”
“What…?”
“Are you afraid? You said no need for long words, so why are you dragging this out?”
“…?”
“Let’s go outside and fight right now. Then you’ll understand. Who was playing around.”
Scritch! Scritch!
Ye-hwa scratched the surface of her enemy’s bow with her fingernails as she spoke.
The eerie image of someone came to mind.
What in the world had Dokgo Yeon taught this child?
“Ha.”
Dokgo Myeong chuckled.
“Look at these guys?”
There was no longer any hesitation or fear in their demeanor.
Rather, the mad fervor and fighting spirit they radiated made my skin prickle with electricity.
“You think I’m easy prey just because we haven’t seen each other in a while?”
Clap! Rub rub!
Dokgo Myeong clapped his hands, then began rubbing them together with a grin.
“So we exchange pleasantries about how we’ve been by having a proper fight, right? Isn’t that so?”
“Well….”
“Come in one by one, you bastards! I’ll knock you all down!”
Geum Seok-du, sensing the ominous turn, cried out in alarm.
“Wait, wait! Go outside! This is a new building, we can’t destroy it…!”
The rest of his words never came.
CRAAAAAASH!
With a thunderous explosion, the wall of the newly reconstructed Cheonma Sect burst open.
* * *
Had it been merely a passing storm cloud?
The rain had stopped, and clear skies were revealing themselves once more.
Beneath the blazing sun, six figures came pouring out in a cloud of dust.
Surprisingly, the first to rush forward was neither Cheolmu-baek nor Namgung Sohwa, but Dokgo Ak.
“Die, Dokgo Myeong! This is revenge!”
“Revenge? You bastard! Did I kill your parents or something?”
“You did hurt us, you son of a bitch!”
“Oh, did I?”
Whoooosh!
The sound of the blade cutting through the air was chilling.
Eight Heavenly Divine Technique, Single Yang Divine Sword.
In an instant, Dokgo Myeong’s eyes flashed as the sword tip appeared right before his face.
‘This bastard, could it be?’
Whoosh! Crack!
Dokgo Myeong twisted his head to the side, keeping his eyes fixed on the sword tip.
It keeps coming.
Whether I dodge or try to block, it cunningly exploits every opening.
Slash! Thud thud!
At that moment, several strands of hair scattered through the air.
Dokgo Ak’s sword tip had caught up to Dokgo Myeong’s movements, now that he had reached that realm.
Dokgo Myeong shouted.
“You bastard! You’ve broken through the peak?!”
“Krraaaagh!”
Dokgo Ak’s eyes gleamed wildly as he brought his blade down.
Skreeeeeech!
It felt like a massive guillotine falling. The attack was that threatening.
But then again.
‘Kid, are you showing me killing intent?’
Has our Sect Leader been wearing you down that much?
Why is the boy so full of venom?
Well, that’s neither here nor there.
“I’ve actually been studying the Single Yang Divine Sword quite a bit myself this time.”
“What?!”
“Just saying.”
Dokgo Myeong smiled brightly.
In that instant, Dokgo Ak saw a shadow.
‘A shadow?’
Hadn’t the sun just risen again?
Could dark clouds have rolled in again? What’s with this weather?
Ah, he’d seen wrong.
It wasn’t dark clouds.
‘A fist?’
Booooom!
Dokgo Ak was launched into the air and crashed into the ground.
And the moment Dokgo Ak flew away.
A massive heavy weapon fell silently toward Dokgo Myeong’s head.
“Krraaaagh!”
It was Cheolmu-baek.
A warrior’s aura that began from his waist was fully channeled into the axe’s blade.
Compressed inner force.
A body of innate divine strength to channel it.
An iron axe the size of a man plummeted from the sky.
KWAAAAAAANG!
It was like a thunderbolt detonating.
Stone and earth erupted from the ground where the axe struck.
I had unleashed the Violent Path—a difficult technique bordering on advanced application.
SCREEEECH!
Dokgo Myeong was driven backward, scraping the earth.
That Dokgo Myeong, who even wielded the Heavenly Outer Spirit Formation, had been pushed back in raw strength.
“Ha! Look at that?”
Dokgo Myeong snapped his head up and slammed both fists against his chest with a sharp BANG!
“Excellent! How about a proper test of strength for once?”
“That is precisely what I desire!”
Dokgo Myeong and Cheolmu-baek kicked off the ground simultaneously.
BOOM! BOOM! KWANG!
Bare fists and iron axe collided head-on.
It was like watching two bulls ramming into each other.
Neither man yielded an inch, yet cracks spiderwebbed across the ground beneath their feet, and the shockwaves created gales that tore through the air.
Cheolmu-baek’s eyes widened.
‘How is this even possible…?’
Cheolmu-baek stifled a groan threatening to escape, his eyes bulging wide.
Dokgo Myeong was not subtly redirecting force or employing technique—he was meeting the iron axe head-on in a direct test of pure strength.
And they were evenly matched.
Despite Cheolmu-baek’s innate divine strength and wielding a heavy weapon the weight of a man, they were locked in a battle of raw power.
The source of that strength was inner force itself.
Dokgo Myeong roared.
“Excellent! You have finally found your own path!”
“…!”
“But you think too much!”
WHOOSH!
Dokgo Myeong’s right foot flicked upward. Immediately after came a BUUUUACK—the sound of air being torn asunder.
A kick. I wondered how one could generate such a sound from a mere leg strike.
BWAAAACK!
“GUHK!”
“Ha! You withstood that?”
PAP! PAP!
“KRAAAAGH!”
“Good! But your defense is weak!”
KWACK!
Cheolmu-baek’s jaw hung slack as he finally broke down and dropped to his knees.
“Next! Who’s coming!”
The moment those words left his mouth.
Zing!
A dizzying sensation shot through the back of his head.
Dokgo Myeong spun around urgently.
As if erupting from the ground itself, a short blade aimed straight for the space between his brows.
Whoosh!
Dokgo Myeong snapped his head back, evading the dagger.
“Where are you going!”
“Tsk!”
Ye-hwa clicked her tongue in frustration, stamping the ground as if to create distance.
Just as she seemed about to pursue.
Swish!
Her retreat had been a feint—Ye-hwa hurled another dagger and then charged at Dokgo Myeong instead.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-bang!
Their limbs tangled in a dizzying blur.
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes gleamed as he dropped his fists.
“So you want bare-knuckle combat with me? Where’s your bow?”
“Stop talking and focus! I’ll give you a taste of my power!”
Ye-hwa clenched her fists tightly, her words sharp as a blade.
Boom! Crash!
Ye-hwa stamped her foot and drove her fist forward.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-bang!
Close-range combat at its finest.
Dokgo Myeong grinned widely.
“Ha! Now you’re starting to look like a true martial artist!”
“Hah!”
Boom!
Spirit, energy, and mind.
Ye-hwa’s mind had once been incomplete.
How had this child transformed so completely?
She clung to Dokgo Myeong like a true warrior, pouring forth her vital energy, martial prowess, and mental fortitude.
‘She deliberately didn’t use her bow. To show her growth. If she unleashed the Crimson Archer’s Hundred Strikes here, it would be truly devastating.’
Moreover, Dokgo Yeon had trained her well.
She had clearly invested considerable effort in researching countermeasures against the Heavenly Outer Realm technique, and the battle was unfolding unexpectedly evenly.
But there was one problem.
‘The Heavenly Outer Realm technique Sister knew has already changed.’
Dokgo Myeong shouted.
“Come on, little one! Let’s go!”
“Don’t call me a child… Ugh!”
Crash!
“Your upper body! Focus on your upper body! Upper body!”
Whack! Whack! Thud!
“Ow! Ow!?”
Smack!
“Argh! You’re leaving your lower half exposed while defending your upper body! Your waist! Your knees! Your shins! Your waist!”
If that’s the case, don’t tell me where you’re going to hit!
‘That wild beast of a woman said this would work!’
Ye-hwa felt her limbs tangling.
And what would happen if her limbs tangled while facing Dokgo Myeong?
Whoooosh!
Thump.
Ye-hwa collapsed without even a whimper.
“Well done. When we have time, let’s see your archery skills next.”
“Ugh…”
Dokgo Myeong turned his body slightly.
Namgung Sohwa stood there.
“You didn’t ambush me?”
“Let’s do this properly.”
Shing!
Namgung Sohwa drew her sword.
One could tell just from her stance.
Dokgo Myeong marveled.
“What? Surely not?”
“I told you, didn’t I? Be prepared!”
“Even so, that’s nowhere near enough!”
“Let’s see!”
Boom!
Namgung Sohwa stamped her foot into position.
In that instant, Dokgo Myeong felt his instincts warning him.
‘…!’
Dokgo Myeong, who had entered the realm of ascension.
Namgung Sohwa’s sword, which had not yet reached that realm, was now posing a threat to him.
‘Already this far?’
Dokgo Myeong smiled brightly.
Ching! Claaang…!
The sword presses forward like wind.
Pouring down like rain, engulfing like waves.
It evoked the image of a boundless sky.
The Celestial Palace Sword.
That lost technique had already reached such completion.
In the moment of my inner admiration, a single strand of sword light spread across all directions.
Boom!
“Hah.”
Dokgo Myeong staggered backward with a groan. A few drops of blood hung suspended in the air.
Namgung Sohwa’s eyes gleamed with light.
‘I did it!’
It had worked.
After half a year of seclusion, she had embodied her enlightenment and made a leap to a higher realm.
“I suppose I have no choice. I’ll have to reveal my trump card as well.”
“Pardon?”
In that instant, Dokgo Myeong’s entire body flashed with light.
Crash!
An explosion erupted.
Namgung Sohwa gasped in shock at the sight of Dokgo Myeong.
“…?!”
Three-colored energy rippled across Dokgo Myeong’s entire body.
She could see at once that this serene energy had compressed an incomprehensibly vast power, compressed it again and again.
“What, what is that?”
“I merely opened my inner energy reserves.”
“What, what did you say?”
“It’s called the Heavenly Outer Spirit Core. I shattered my dantian and created an inner core like the mystical beasts do. I’m simply drawing out that power to its maximum.”
What?
Shattered the dantian?
No, what in the world had he been doing to create an inner core like some kind of creature?
“…Seriously.”
Namgung Sohwa swallowed hard and adjusted her grip on her sword.
“I thought I could just endure this!”
Master, benefactor—none of it mattered.
Namgung Sohwa charged forward with the determination to strike Dokgo Myeong down no matter what.
And then.
Crash! Crash! Boom!
Explosions erupted in succession.
After countless clashes whose exact number she couldn’t count.
“Huff.”
She collapsed with a thud.
Namgung Sohwa staggered and sank to the ground.
Fortunately still conscious, she gazed at Dokgo Myeong with exhausted eyes.
“Haah, haah….”
Dokgo Myeong caught his breath, then his eyes darted to the side.
Geum Seok-du was standing there.
“Seok-du. Are you the last one?”
“…Captain. You seem exhausted. Shouldn’t we do this later?”
“Will that work?”
“Well…”
“…?”
“We must strike all at once! Now is the moment! Everyone!”
Geum Seok-du shouted with resolute determination.
In that instant, the Cheonma Sect Captains who had been feigning unconsciousness rushed forward like a pack of wolves.
“You lot? So this is what you were waiting for?”
“Strike all at once! Let’s go!”
“Charge!”
Dokgo Myeong burst into hearty laughter.
“Did you think I would fall so easily! Come on, you wretches!”
Even as attacks rained down from all directions, laughter continued to pour from him.
At last, the captains had grown this formidable.
Good. It was different from my past life, but that made it all the better.
‘It’s good, but…’
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes gleamed with intensity.
‘We still have a long way to go!’
Boom!

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