Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 275

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Chapter 275
Only after causing quite a commotion could Hwangbo Cheong finally hear the explanation.
“So you’re saying it’s the same as using poison to counter poison?”
“Exactly! That’s precisely it!”
“How can applying Needle Penetration Technique to a critical patient be the same as using poison to counter poison!”
“The Goru Blood Technique consumes vital energy. Rather than feeding it, we need to uproot it with overwhelming force. We sweep it away in a single strike using heterogeneous internal power.”
In the process, internal injuries would inevitably occur, but as long as the one who inflicted them carefully tended to the meridians afterward, it would be fine.
Hwangbo Cheong exclaimed.
“Then you should have explained it that way from the start!”
“Well… I had some concerns, so I was considering a different approach for a moment.”
“Concerns? What kind?”
“When I examined it directly, the breaking method I knew didn’t work.”
“What?”
“It seems the formula has been supplemented out of nowhere… hmm.”
Dokgo Myeong sighed and scratched the back of his head.
‘In my past life, the breaking method was a crucial formula created by countless masters of the Martial Alliance putting their heads together, yet it suddenly doesn’t work.’
And this was a breaking method that wouldn’t even be created until far into the future.
Dokgo Myeong narrowed his brows as he looked down at Hwangbo Wi-gwan lying on the bed.
‘Originally, simply following the formula and circulating vital energy was sufficient. I’ve already tried it before. But how could it not work now?’
In his past life, the research into breaking methods for Twin Horse Alliance martial arts wasn’t limited to the Demon Slaying Corps, the frontline unit.
Rather, the breaking methods created by the Demon Slaying Corps were often unsystematic and exclusive to them. The breaking methods created by multiple martial scholars led by Baek Mu-heun were the truly proper approaches grounded in theory.
Wasn’t it thanks to those achievements that the tide of war finally began to turn?
‘Yet now that’s blocked.’
At first, I wondered if it wasn’t the Goru Blood Technique, but upon closer inspection, it seemed it was. The symptoms were unmistakably those of the Goru Blood Technique.
‘Did I cause them to begin supplementing it early by running around causing trouble?’
The timing doesn’t quite match. The incident with the Hwangbo family’s young master happened years ago, not recently.
‘No, that’s not it. Their communication network is quite dense. There’s a high possibility they recently supplemented the Goru Blood Technique… yes, that’s actually more likely.’
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes gleamed.
If that were the case, there was a high probability the culprit hadn’t yet left the Hwangbo family.
“So can you do it or not?”
“I can do it. Didn’t I say it was possible?”
The Martial Alliance breaking method doesn’t work?
Then I’ll simply switch to the Demon Slaying Corps method.
“Actually, I’m more confident with this approach. That method of reciting formulas and carefully circulating vital energy is far too gentle, don’t you think? It’s really not my style.”
Hwangbo Cheong’s gaze toward Dokgo Myeong became somewhat troubled.
So was it this young man’s preference to drive a fist straight into the solar plexus?
‘Sigh, but I have no choice but to trust him.’
Though there’s also the desperation of grasping at straws, one can tell from his demeanor.
Dokgo Myeong spoke about this illness as naturally as someone familiar with it. Unless this young man were a con artist skilled at deceiving others, I would have noticed if he were lying.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to treat a patient other than a joint-locked one. Heh heh.”
…He’s not actually a con artist, is he?
Hwangbo Cheong reluctantly nodded his head.
“Very well. But the treatment must be conducted with me present.”
“That’s no problem at all. The treatment itself shouldn’t be too difficult, so please don’t worry.”
“I’ll trust you then.”
“Shall we finish this quickly?”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes gleamed with intensity.
* * *
The Chamma Sect employed two types of countermeasures against the Twin Horse Alliance.
One was the method distributed by the Martial Alliance, and the other was the method independently developed by Dokgo Hyeon and his disciples.
The former was naturally systematic, while the latter relied on intuition and raw power.
‘No matter how much you’ve refined the incantations, unless you fundamentally restructure the martial arts themselves, the core problem remains unchanged.’
Crack! Pop!
Dokgo Myeong’s knuckles cracked as his eyes flashed with determination.
“Wait a moment!”
Hwangbo Cheong suddenly stopped Dokgo Myeong.
“What now?”
“Are you truly… truly confident about this?”
It was only natural to feel doubt when the person claiming to treat him was cracking his knuckles like that. ‘Is this really right?’
From the appearance alone, it looked like he was about to send the boy away to suffer even more.
“You’ve confirmed it directly multiple times already. Weren’t you certain this method was effective?”
“Perhaps… I should do it myself instead.”
“Are you confident? Confident enough to drive your fist into your son’s solar plexus?”
How could he possibly be confident about that?
He understood the logic was sound, but still—this was his son!
It was at that moment.
“Ugh….”
A sudden groan escaped, and there was movement from the bed.
Hwangbo Cheong cried out in alarm.
“Wi-gwan!”
“Father…?”
Perhaps the commotion at his bedside had awakened him.
He regained consciousness once or twice a day, and it seemed this was one of those moments.
“Cough! What… what is this…? Who are these people…?”
His voice carried the unmistakable tone of illness.
Hwangbo Wi-gwan looked around with trembling eyes.
“Don’t worry. These are guests of the Dokgo family. They’ve come to treat you.”
“To… treat me…?”
“Yes.”
“How exactly…?”
In that instant, Hwangbo Wi-gwan and I locked eyes.
“Ah, do I need to explain again?”
I grumbled and raised my fist.
“I’m going to drive this straight into your solar plexus.”
“…?”
“That should thoroughly scramble your insides, wouldn’t it?”
“…??”
“Then that parasite burrowed in your head will start crawling down. And then—crack!”
“Crack?”
“My mystical beast will snatch it right up.”
“Ah, no, how is that even supposed to be treatment….”
“Now then, patient. Moving around could cause an accident, so I’ll put you to sleep for a moment.”
“Wait, hold on! Right now….”
I swept my hand through the air.
Whether I had struck his consciousness with a wind technique, Hwangbo Wi-gwan’s eyes slowly closed.
“Shall we begin?”
The moment I spoke, I felt sharp gazes piercing me from both sides.
Hwangbo Cheong and Namgung Sohwa were staring at me with expressions of disbelief.
I spoke with confidence.
“What? What is it?”
“….”
“….”
I gazed at Hwangbo Cheong, whose stare was particularly piercing, and offered a shameless smile.
“Were you perhaps thinking of exchanging final words with your son, just in case?”
“That is….”
“Oh, don’t be like that.”
As Hwangbo Cheong’s words caught in his throat and his eyes merely blinked, I spoke with unwavering confidence.
“Once he’s fully recovered, you can talk his ear off all you want.”
“…!”
“Why embarrass yourself later?”
Hwangbo Cheong looked at me with startled eyes, then gave a small nod.
I stepped forward to Hwangbo Wi-gwan’s bedside.
“Now then, let’s begin treatment! This will sting a bit!”
“Wait…!”
Before Hwangbo Cheong could stop me, my foot struck the ground.
Boom!
The true strike shattered the floorboards like tofu, leaving a crater. The energy wave rising from my foot was so threatening that Hwangbo Cheong’s eyes widened in shock.
‘No, even so, to strike down with full force like that?’
Then I brought my raised fist down like a hammer.
The Flashing Shadow Hammer—a technique of the Spinning Heaven School.
Crack! Boom!
A deafening explosion reverberated through the chamber.
The impact was severe enough to collapse the bed beneath him.
Naturally, Hwangbo Wi-gwan’s mouth fell agape from the direct strike.
“Gahhhhhhhhh!”
With a blow of that magnitude, there was no trace of any hybrid resistance.
Black blood erupted from Hwangbo Wi-gwan’s gaping mouth alongside his screams.
Tremor, tremor, tremor, tremor!
As if that weren’t enough, his limbs began convulsing wildly like those of an epileptic patient.
“…!”
Hwangbo Cheong clenched his teeth and squeezed his fists so tightly his knuckles whitened.
He wanted nothing more than to beat Dokgo Myeong to death on the spot, yet through superhuman willpower, he endured and repeated to himself:
‘Trust him. You must trust him!’
After exchanging blows once, I sensed it immediately.
Dokgo Myeong was a master.
One of comparable skill to myself—perhaps even superior at this very moment.
“Hah!”
In the next instant, Dokgo Myeong opened the fist he had driven downward and pressed his palm against Hwangbo Wi-gwan’s forehead.
Whoooooosh!
Radiant three-colored vital energy surged forth.
Hwangbo Cheong’s eyes widened considerably.
“Ah….”
It was a spectacular sight. Countless flashes of light burst forth like fireworks, beginning to envelop his son’s body.
‘It even feels auspicious. Yet this aura… where have I felt it before…’
Just as a powerful sense of déjà vu struck and something brushed against my consciousness, my son’s condition began to change.
“Ughhhh!”
With a pained groan, the space between Hwangbo Wi-gwan’s brows began to swell.
What initially appeared as a small pustule gradually enlarged until it had grown to exceed an inch in size.
Hwangbo Cheong’s eyes snapped wide open.
‘That is…!’
Once revealed, I recognized it immediately.
That was the Goru Blood Qi.
An aura of unparalleled malevolence emanated from it.
“Hoa! Prepare yourself!”
In that instant, Dokgo Myeong shouted.
The Mystical Beast that had followed him leaped high and positioned itself right beside Dokgo Myeong.
‘Focus! This is the final moment.’
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes flashed with intensity.
Splurt!
The grotesquely swollen space between his brows suddenly collapsed as if a pustule had burst.
Soon, cyan veins bulged across Hwangbo Wi-gwan’s face and neck. The corrupted blood qi began to writhe and move toward his solar plexus.
“Now!”
Dokgo Myeong pulled his hand back sharply, as if extracting something he had been holding in place.
Splurch!
Suddenly, blood qi of a dark, murky color erupted forth like a fountain.
“Roooar!”
Only then did Hoa leap into action.
The creature snatched the formless blood qi with its tusks and began crunching it down.
Whoooosh!
The surroundings fell silent.
It was over.
“Grrrrr. Kyang!”
Hoa approached Dokgo Myeong’s side and rubbed against him.
Hwangbo Cheong, who had been silent, asked with a trembling voice.
“…Is it truly finished?”
Dokgo Myeong smiled and nodded.
“See for yourself.”
“….”
Only then did Hwangbo Cheong carefully step forward toward the collapsed bed.
His eldest son, buried in the wreckage, came into view.
His face was covered in blood, and his clothes were torn to shreds, presenting a pitiful sight.
‘But his complexion….’
The pallid skin was gradually regaining its natural color.
The ragged breathing had returned to normal, and the limbs that had been stiffly rigid were becoming supple again.
Tap!
Hwangbo Cheong urgently placed his palm against Hwangbo Wi-gwan’s Mingmen point.
How much time passed in that silence?
Thump!
Hwangbo Cheong collapsed as if all strength had drained from him.
“Haaah….”
Soon, a sigh like a lament escaped his lips.
“Ah… ah, oh….”
The sigh soon became sobs. There was no holding back what could not be held.
Hwangbo Cheong reached out toward his son. His fingertips trembled faintly.
As if touching delicate porcelain, he carefully embraced his son.
That was when it happened.
“Cough! Cough! Father…?”
Hwangbo Wi-gwan opened his eyes.
Though his voice still carried the marks of illness, his gaze was far clearer than before.
“My son. My precious son.”
“Ah, Father. What is this…?”
“It’s alright. Everything is alright now.”
Hwangbo Cheong pulled his son into a tight embrace, careful not to apply too much force for fear of causing him further injury.
“Everything is truly alright now.”
Hwangbo Cheong murmured with his eyes closed.
Hwangbo Wi-gwan, bewildered and confused, leaned against his father’s chest. Remarkably, warmth began to spread through his body, which had felt numb and lifeless before.
It was surprisingly warm and comforting.
Meanwhile, Dokgo Myeong turned his head away as if he hadn’t noticed, rubbing his nose with a quick swipe.
“You did well.”
Namgung Sohwa, who had approached without a sound, spoke with a gentle smile.
“I only did it because of our agreement.”
“What does that matter? You simply did well.”
Dokgo Myeong let out a soft chuckle.
* * *
The touching reunion between father and son was brief.
Nothing had gone wrong—it was simply that Hwangbo Wi-gwan had fallen asleep due to his internal injuries.
From this point forward, the task would fall to either a master who had cultivated the same heart technique as Dokgo Myeong or a physician.
“Your son’s recovery must remain secret for the time being. I trust you understand the reasons.”
“…I understand.”
“Then it is time to catch the rat.”
Hwangbo Cheong nodded, his expression hardening with resolve.
“How do you intend to find the culprit? As you said, all of this occurred years ago. They may have already fled long since, no?”
“That will not be the case.”
Dokgo Myeong spoke with unwavering conviction.
Hwangbo Cheong found himself inwardly dazzled by the confidence of this young man, barely more than a boy compared to himself.
“Speak then. I shall listen carefully.”
Now that proof had been demonstrated, Hwangbo Cheong’s demeanor had shifted.
Dokgo Myeong nodded and continued.
“You said that at the time, everyone fell ill without distinction—from guards who had not yet mastered martial arts to skilled warriors, correct?”
“Indeed. A contagion…”
Hwangbo Cheong’s eyes suddenly widened as he spoke.
“A contagion?”
Something felt wrong. And for good reason—his eldest son had not been afflicted by disease or poison. His son had been struck by someone’s martial technique.
In other words.
“Was the contagion merely a smokescreen?”
Acupoint sealing technique does not spread or transmit. While such martial arts might exist, one could not indiscriminately infect others with it.
In other words, it was highly probable that Hwangbo Wi-gwan’s illness was merely a smokescreen to make it appear as though he had contracted the disease.
“I believe there are at least two or more people within your family—one who spread the disease and another who cultivated the Solitary Blood Technique.”
“…!”
“Treating the Solitary Blood Technique is not the end. If we do not root them out, this will only happen again.”

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