Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 300

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Chapter 300
Everyone watched his back.
The man positioned at the very forefront, meeting the enemy before anyone else.
He advanced without a single step backward, without a cry or groan—steady and resolute.
The figure of one who leads them all.
He shouted.
“Dokgo Household! Increase speed!!”
“Jeon Myeong!”
Hundreds of soldiers roared in unison at the ragged cry.
Once more, everyone gazed upon that back.
Truly broad.
Yet in another sense, not so broad at all.
The back of a single man. Hundreds of lives hung upon those shoulders—shoulders that seemed as though they could bear only one person’s weight.
“Are you well, Young Master? Shall our Myeongjeongjang take the front line for a moment…!”
“Quiet. More importantly, the wounded?”
A brief respite.
Then the advance resumed.
Everyone watched him, watched his back.
Thus showing his back, he led them all forward.
When I think about it, this noble bloodline has always led people this way. He gazed toward what others feared to see, stepped forward first, and dispelled the darkness.
“Kraaagh!”
“Fall back! Dan-cheon! Where is the Dan-cheon Sect Leader! Cover the flank!”
“Young Master, the Dan-cheon Sect Leader has already….”
….
Did that wretch hate buying me drinks so much? He said he’d treat me lavishly when we returned.
“Sohwa! I’m sorry, but I need you to take this!”
“Yes!”
The man, Dokgo Myeong, advanced once more.
“Captain! Not that way! Over there!”
I’m beginning to lose my sense of direction.
Who was that shouting? Seok-du perhaps? Well, it must be one of ours.
Clang!
I deflected two or three long spears flying at me simultaneously with a sweeping strike.
Honcheon Gong, Jecheon-gi. I drew the spear back and returned it to its sender.
“Ugh!”
Yet the wounded continued to mount.
The enemy was moving with coordination. Had a commander capable of shifting the front lines arrived?
“Myeongjeongjang! Fall back. Tend to internal injuries while covering the flank!”
“Do not command me! You are not my superior, Young Master!”
“What did you say, you bastard?”
“I will retreat only when the Young Master does!”
This foolish, worthless bastard…. Fine, then. Let’s see who dies first.
Dokgo Myeong continued to unleash his martial techniques.
Before long, my thoughts faded away, and I focused only on squeezing out my inner force and moving my limbs.
I lifted my head to see the enemy, to see my allies, and to recall the teachings from my memories.
‘There exists a realm of destroying people.’
The teaching bestowed by my grandfather, Geom-jon, flashed through my mind.
If one could destroy people, then couldn’t one also destroy a gathered crowd, an encirclement, and an entire battle line?
“….”
My Hyeonchul Sword extended straight forward.
Zzzzzzzzzt!
Everything blocking my path burst, shattered, and crumbled.
Dokgo Myeong felt his sword technique becoming progressively simpler. He no longer felt the need to move with exaggeration.
“Kraaaagh!”
“W-what is this!”
Boom!
No one could block such a simple sword strike.
And so I continued forward.
In the end, it all came down to martial prowess.
To survive and return, to take even one more with me, I ultimately needed greater force.
“It seems this is where I end. I’ll take a couple more with me. I’ll fight brilliantly before I die!”
A man spun his body around and shouted. He immediately charged in the opposite direction.
“Come on! I am Widogyeong of the Dokgo Family!”
There was one who laughed boldly. His spirit was enough to send chills down one’s spine.
“Young Master, please remember my name. Then I can go without regret.”
The man with several dark strikes embedded in his back entrusted his name to Dokgo Myeong.
“Yes, Dan Ri-pyeong. I will remember.”
“Yes! My name is Pyeong! It’s Dan Ri, not just Dan! Please don’t forget and remember it! Hahaha!”
The man who laughed heartily departed on a path from which he would not return.
Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind.
When I was first summoned to the battlefield, I felt that the time had finally come.
But thinking about it now, it seemed I had also harbored a wish not to be summoned.
What if all that running around with fire at my heels had been more effective than expected, and we had won the war easily?
Then my standing in the clan and the Martial Alliance would have diminished, but wouldn’t that have been acceptable?
“…Commander. Captain!”
“Young Master! Cheonma Sect Leader!”
“….”
Dokgo Myeong turned his head sharply and was startled.
‘What the hell?’
Martial artists who already had fierce expressions were now thrusting their blood-soaked faces at me. For a moment, I wondered if the Jeongheol Sect had developed a new technique to attack the upper dantian.
“Snap out of it!”
Nod, nod.
I simply nodded my head. My breathing had risen all the way to my throat, so I needed a moment to steady it.
‘I suppose I should call it a blood-stained sword now, not a dark-iron blade.’
In my vacant gaze, I could see the dark-iron blade dyed a vivid crimson.
Dokgo Myeong muttered.
“The Dragon Scale Robe doesn’t get blood on it, so at least we won’t have trouble washing it. That’s one small mercy.”
“Pardon?”
Seeing how nonsense kept spilling from my mouth, it seemed my mind hadn’t completely left me yet.
My arms, legs, and inner energy all moved smoothly.
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes widened.
“We move again! Everyone, keep your wits about you!”
There was far too much blood on me to sit down.
I could push forward.
* * *
“General Shin.”
“What is it?”
In Namchang, the provincial capital of Kangseong, at the manor where the leadership of the Moyong Family had gathered.
“The net has been deployed.”
“…!”
The Black Bloodfiend sprang to his feet.
“That bastard! Dokgo Myeong fell into the trap?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
“When did this information arrive? Was it from Jeon Seo-gu? Is there any chance it’s a false report?”
“The talisman bestowed by the Great General burned away, and the messenger arrived immediately after.”
“Then it’s not a false report….”
The Black Bloodfiend’s expression changed several times in quick succession.
‘He couldn’t have been unaware it was a trap.’
The sect’s greatest adversary, that fiend incarnate who tempts Buddha into trials—there was no way such a man would fall into such an obvious trap.
Something felt off. It was like grains of sand rolling around in my mouth.
“As for information on the current situation… naturally, we won’t have it yet. By now, the messengers and scouts should be rushing here frantically.”
“What will you do?”
“Inform the leadership of the Moyong Family at once and summon everyone! Hurry!”
“Yes!”
The Black Bloodfiend strode swiftly outside.
It took nearly two hours for all the leadership of the Moyong Family to gather in the conference hall. Even in this urgency, seeing how they fussed over their hair and clothing made curses rise to the tip of my tongue.
Muyong Cheol, still half-asleep, cried out urgently.
“The Heavenly Net has been activated? What does that mean?”
“Approximately half an hour ago, the Cheonma Sect fell into the trap.”
“Then, what of the front lines now?”
“There must be chaos. From now on, we need to respond swiftly as information arrives.”
“What response are you talking about? That bastard is no longer a rat trapped in a poison bottle!”
The Black Bloodfiend clicked his tongue.
“Do you think he stumbled into the Heavenly Net Trap without any thought?”
“Well, that’s… true enough.”
The atmosphere felt peculiar.
Muyong Cheol sat at the head seat, and everyone else present belonged to the Moyong Family.
Yet the Black Bloodfiend, who was merely a guest general, was commanding the meeting.
Thud! Thud!
Soon, a Moyong Family military officer rushed frantically into the conference hall.
“News from the front lines! The Cheonma Sect led by Dokgo Myeong has completely breached the first line!”
The atmosphere in the conference hall grew turbulent.
The Black Bloodfiend clicked his tongue and asked.
“What do you mean? Did he simply flee before the Heavenly Net Trap fully deployed?”
Dokgo Myeong was the type who only believed what he saw with his own eyes, so perhaps he had merely dipped his toes in to test it before withdrawing.
However.
“No, sir. Rather, he broke through the first line and entered deeper into the Heavenly Net Trap.”
“…?!”
“He has currently penetrated deep into our front lines and is moving in a large arc! The casualties in the process are…!”
“Forget the casualty reports! He penetrated deeper? Into our camp? How did he penetrate further?”
“That is… well…”
It was impossible.
No matter how sharp a needle is, it remains a needle. It might scratch a steel plate slightly, but it cannot pierce a hole through it.
“If he had simply died, been captured, or fled, that would be one thing, but this is absolutely impossible! Officer, explain the detailed battle situation at once!”
One of the Moyong leadership spoke the words the Black Bloodfiend wanted to say.
The stammering officer poured out his words urgently.
“It appears the Dokgo Family forces that were surrounded have joined the Cheonma Sect! They continue to grow in numbers, and their current movement path is…”
“The forces… joined?”
Crack!
The Black Bloodfiend crushed the armrest of his chair with the grip of his hand.
The officer continued in a trembling voice.
“The current number has already exceeded three hundred. According to Jeon Seo-gu who just arrived, they’ve already broken through the second line, so the number must be even greater now.”
The officer immediately approached the map and moved his finger, drawing a curved line.
A movement path that curved long to the right and seemed to escape, and allied forces that were joining them.
One of the leadership muttered.
“Could it be that he jumped into the Heavenly Net Trap to rescue our surrounded allies?”
The Black Bloodfiend closed his mouth and fell into thought.
‘Why on earth?’
Countless questions crossed his mind.
If he had simply avoided it, neither side would have suffered losses and there would be no variables, so why make such a reckless move?
A bait? A deception? Or perhaps an order from Geom Wang, the head of the Dokgo Family? Was he a commander of virtue who valued human lives over grand strategy?
‘…That one’s sudden action? Yes! That must be it!’
The Black Bloodfiend contorted his expression as if he’d been struck from behind.
That one possessed an unfathomable unpredictability. He might truly rescue all of his allied forces and flee.
But if things went well, this could be.
‘An opportunity!’
The Black Bloodfiend snapped his head up and urged his troops forward.
“What is the current status of the main Dokgo Family forces?”
“Ah, there is no movement whatsoever.”
“Are you certain?”
“Y-yes, that is correct.”
The Black Bloodfiend spoke decisively.
“This is our chance. We must move first.”
Muyong Cheol, seated at the head position, expressed reluctance.
“M-move? Most of our forces are already deployed on the front lines.”
“Why must you be so frustratingly dense! I speak of the main garrison defending Namchang!”
“They are merely third-rate level trainees!”
“Sufficient numbers are all we need! Moreover, if there are no masters, why not bring the six thousand warriors here!”
The Black Bloodfiend shouted loudly and extended his finger. All eyes followed that finger toward a secluded corner.
The elderly martial artist who received those gazes, who had been silent, opened his mouth.
“The six thousand warriors will not move.”
An elderly man exuding the aura of a seasoned veteran—none other than Yong Gun-baek, the Seongjeon Sect Leader. Though equal in rank to the other sect leaders of the six thousand warriors, he was the man who effectively served as their commander.
“My orders are to protect Namchang here, therefore no warrior squad nor martial artist of the six thousand shall abandon their posts.”
“Even with the Elder Council Leader Muyong Cheol here, delegated with the family head’s authority?”
“Bring me the family head’s direct command.”
“….”
“Furthermore, since the matter is raised, allow me to speak my piece.”
Yong Gun-baek’s eyes flashed.
“It seems you must be more careful with your words henceforth.”
“What did you say?”
“Your continued disregard for the main family’s authority—I have watched, but I can no longer overlook it.”
Yong Gun-baek’s voice grew colder.
“As you yourself said before, if you are a guest, then act like one.”
The gazes of the Black Bloodfiend and Yong Gun-baek intertwined in the air.
Then it happened.
“We shall move.”
Yong Gun-baek’s eyes flashed as he turned to look at a man.
“Geonkon Danju, you?”
“Please do not stop us, Sect Leader Yong. The Geonkon Sect has something we must settle with the Cheonma Sect Leader.”
“….”
Yong Gun-baek’s expression hardened.
The Black Bloodfiend burst into laughter.
“Will the Sect Leader of Yong also block that?”
“We shall move independently. Please refrain from needless provocation.”
“Heh heh, that suffices. Our sect will move as well. If fortune favors us, we might capture the enemy’s great general and begin our advance.”
An immense opportunity.
A chance to seize both Namgung Sohwa, whom the Moyong Family desired, and Dokgo Myeong, whom the sect sought—and to annihilate the enemy’s right flank entirely before Pacheonggun’s arrival!
Meanwhile, a similar situation was unfolding at the Dokgo Family’s main force.
“This madman… I ordered him to tear through the battlefield, yet he’s created this chaos?”
The Cheonma Sect had become an enormous bait.
The problem was that this bait would ensnare friend and foe alike.
The enemy would certainly bite, and once they did, we would have to commit to a decision regardless of which side moved.
“Our right flank, having recovered considerable strength, is mobilizing forces with urgency.”
“They are insufficient. We must move the left flank or even the main force.”
“The left flank is too distant.”
“Then we have no choice but ourselves.”
Those who had received advance notice from Dokgo Myeong could not reach a decision easily.
Dokgo Un-hak, deep in thought, spoke with a grave expression.
“The enemy’s main force will undoubtedly move to strike the Cheonma Sect.”
Shin Heum hesitated before opening his mouth.
“Or perhaps they feign such intent while striking our main force here.”
“….”
The moment of decision had arrived.
What must be done, and how?
Dokgo Un-hak gazed upon the distant landscape of Namchang.
“We shall….”
His lips parted slowly.

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