Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 302

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Chapter 302
Slash! Boom!
Light flashed from Moyong Eun’s blade. It was a devastating swift strike reminiscent of the Geongon Sword Master, Moyong Aejeon.
Crack! Boom!
What I thought was a single strike suddenly split into three sword energies mid-air.
The momentum was extraordinary. These were sword strikes that seemed to disregard life itself.
Whoosh!
Several more blade wounds were carved across Dokgo Myeong’s already battered body.
‘Truly impressive. And what a waste. Such a martial artist exists within the Moyong Family.’
Could a person grow this much in such a short span? I thought only the Cheonma Sect Elders were capable of such advancement.
But I could no longer afford to admire, nor could I continue squandering my strength.
Thrust!
My blade extended crudely. It was a strike devoid of the usual vast inner force and overwhelming momentum.
‘Dangerous!’
Namgung Sohwa’s expression hardened as she watched.
Dokgo Myeong appeared slower and weaker.
And yet.
Clang!
It was Moyong Eun who was pushed back.
He deflected the Hyeonchul Sword’s strike aimed at his chest, but it caught his shoulder instead, and his arm went limp from the impact.
Clang! Clang!
Soon Dokgo Myeong began driving him back.
There was no particular technique. With an obvious trajectory, I extended the Hyeonchul Sword slowly, yet he could not withstand it. It felt as though the thread of his sword technique was snapping bit by bit.
‘To continue fighting in such a state to this extent.’
It was truly admirable.
Eventually, Moyong Eun abandoned his swift strikes for victory.
Whoosh! Thrust! Thud!
A shift to defensive exchanges followed. His intention was to drag out time and drain the strength from the already battered Dokgo Myeong.
“Wise.”
A sound choice, but his opponent was unfavorable.
“What…!”
Boom!
Dokgo Myeong planted his foot heavily, shaking the ground.
“…?!”
Moyong Eun staggered.
Without warning, his inner energy rippled. His stomach churned as well—it felt as though he had sustained internal injuries.
Eyes wide open like someone facing an incomprehensible phenomenon. His expression showed he had no idea what technique had been used or how he had been struck.
Whoosh! Crash!
Seeing this, Dokgo Myeong swung the Hyeonchul Greatsword with fierce momentum, leaving no opening.
Clang! Clang clang clang!
Metallic sounds erupted endlessly.
Moyong Aejeon found himself pressed into a defensive position once more. This time, it wasn’t intentional—it was inevitable.
‘Damn it! What is happening here? Does he know the methods to counter my techniques? No, if he knew counters, he should respond to my movements, so how can he destroy my martial arts by moving first?’
Something felt wrong.
It was as if he kept making unintended mistakes, or perhaps he was being deliberately guided into them.
‘Striking first to seize the initiative?’
Rather than overwhelming through greater speed and power, it was as though his opponent could see through everything, pressing forward with absolute clarity.
Did such a realm exist in martial arts? Could such a martial technique truly exist in this world?
Crack!
Finally, the Hyeonchul Heavy Sword shattered Moyong Aejeon’s worn blade.
“Ugh!”
Releasing his sword, Moyong Aejeon thrust his palm forward in a surprise attack.
Boom!
Dokgo Myeong, struck in the chest, skidded backward across the ground.
“Cough! Ptui!”
Spitting blood, Dokgo Myeong’s eyes widened as he charged forward again.
Crash! Bang!
Explosive sounds erupted in succession.
Even without his sword, Moyong Aejeon refused to retreat easily.
But how long could a swordsman hold out barehanded?
Dokgo Myeong deflected all of Moyong Aejeon’s palm techniques with Jecheon-gi, then swung the Hyeonchul Heavy Sword.
Whoosh! Crack!
Moyong Aejeon’s arms rose high.
A completely exposed gap.
Impossible to block. Impossible to evade.
“Ugh!”
Moyong Aejeon squeezed his eyes shut.
Whoosh! Screech!
As the wind scattered his hair, Moyong Aejeon opened his eyes slightly.
Blood stains clinging to the surface of the Hyeonchul Heavy Sword filled his vision.
“Will you acknowledge your defeat?”
Moyong Aejeon let out a hollow laugh and dropped his head.
“I acknowledge it. End this.”
“I won’t kill you.”
“Even if I die, the words I spoke at the beginning will be honored.”
“What makes you think I’ll keep my word?”
Dokgo Myeong answered playfully and withdrew the Hyeonchul Heavy Sword that had been aimed at Moyong Aejeon’s head.
“With this, I settle the grudge between myself and the Geongon Sect. Let our karmic debt end here.”
“…!”
Moyong Aejeon’s eyes widened.
He fixed Dokgo Myeong with burning eyes and slowly nodded his head.
“…I’ll say just one thing. This is my defeat, not the Geongon Sect’s defeat.”
“True. If I’d drawn the Geongon Sword right away, we could have had a better match. Or if you’d attacked without mercy.”
Had he persisted in the fight, Dokgo Myeong would have suffered greater losses. Not to mention if he’d attempted hidden weapons, poison, or the wheel technique.
“Then….”
Dokgo Myeong stumbled mid-sentence.
“Captain!”
The managers rushed forward in a crowd.
In that instant, the Geongon Sect members also drew their swords and tried to charge forward.
“Stop! Don’t come any closer.”
“Stay back there! Do you mean to taint this victory?”
Both men simultaneously restrained their followers.
Moyong Aejeon then slowly rose and looked at Dokgo Myeong.
“Speak. I will keep my word.”
Dokgo Myeong nodded.
“Withdraw the Geongon Sect and do not participate in this conflict. That is my demand.”
“I will do so.”
“Will you be alright?”
Moyong Aejeon laughed softly.
“If I cannot accept this, I will simply offer my head.”
With those words, Moyong Aejeon took a fist salute.
When Dokgo Myeong returned the courtesy, Moyong Aejeon turned plainly and walked toward the Geongon Sect members.
The difference in their conditions was so stark that Dokgo Myeong appeared to be the defeated one.
“The Geongon Sect raises the white flag from this moment. We return to Zhejiang. Let’s go.”
Thus the Geongon Sect descended the mountain.
Dokgo Myeong watched their retreating figures and opened his mouth.
“Until next time.”
“…If the opportunity comes.”
Moyong Aejeon glanced back at Dokgo Myeong with a slight bow and resumed his journey. The Geongon Sword at his waist swayed gently.
Soon Dokgo Myeong and the managers returned to the rest area.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes turned toward Dokgo Myeong.
Dokgo Myeong laughed softly and spoke.
“What are you looking at, you fools.”
“Well, are you alright, sir?”
“I’m not alright.”
Dokgo Myeong grumbled as he spoke.
“Once the Geongon Sect leaves, it starts again. Rest time is over now. Everyone prepare yourselves.”
“….”
“Whether we eat lunch in the afterlife or this world, let’s have one final, intense clash.”
Dokgo Myeong gripped his Hyeonchul Heavy Sword tightly, his eyes blazing with light.
It was the final battle that would determine life or death.
* * *
“This way!”
“Everyone, pull the triggers! Fire without waiting for orders!”
In the midst of the chaos, Moryong Sohgyo bit her lip as she thought.
‘Something… something has changed. The enemy is responding far too quickly and nimbly.’
The enemies surged forward like a tidal wave.
Something was different from before. It was clear that a master-class commander had appeared on the enemy side.
Boom!
Moryong Sohgyo shook off her thoughts.
With her left hand, she deployed the Wind Thunder Formation, while her right hand wielded her sword with fierce intensity.
“Stay close to the side! You must not become separated!”
“Yes, yes!”
She grabbed one person by the nape of the neck and pulled them back into formation, then exhaled sharply.
‘There’s nothing more I can do now!’
Break through and live, or halt and die.
Now it wouldn’t matter if I summoned Zhuge Liang or Sun Wu from the underworld—they’d be helpless. What we need now isn’t a strategist, but a martial artist.
Crash!
A deafening explosion erupted from the rear.
Whether it was a lightning bomb or simply a sonic shockwave from inner force, it was impossible to discern.
“Ahhhhh! Ahhh! Krraaagh!!”
Screams echoed from all directions.
The enemy forces continued to press forward.
Our forces had reached their limit.
Under normal circumstances, our advance would have stopped long ago.
But.
Crash!
Dokgo Myeong carved open a path once more at the very front of the formation.
How was such a thing even possible?
If our own forces felt this way, the enemy could only feel even greater terror.
“W-what in the world is that monster?”
“Black robe, black sword… a demon from hell itself.”
Drenched in blood, he tore through the encirclement.
Ordinary martial artists were already too terrified to rush forward easily.
“What are you all doing! Isn’t he already battered and broken! Don’t retreat—press in!”
“Then why don’t you try!”
The ordinary martial artists began to deliberately avoid Dokgo Myeong, instead targeting the flanks of the formation.
The breakthrough became easier as a result. Even if a few brave ones charged, they couldn’t stop Dokgo Myeong, so they succeeded in tearing through the encirclement as if by miracle.
“Commander!!”
At Dokgo Myeong’s shout, Moryong Sohgyo snapped to attention and rushed toward him.
“Yes! We’re almost there! I can see it now! That plain ahead is our target!”
“If our forces appear, which direction will they come from?”
“From the west! They should have arrived by now!”
Dokgo Myeong shouted at the top of his lungs.
“Good! We’re right on the doorstep now! Everyone, give it everything you’ve got!”
“How many times are you going to say that!”
“Aaaahhhhh!”
Clang! Clang clang!
The metallic sounds and screams continued endlessly.
Yet we pressed forward.
We kept advancing.
In this moment, only one thought remained in Dokgo Myeong’s mind.
‘Survive and return.’
Save as many as possible and shake off the enemy for certain.
In this moment, I had erased all thoughts—the war situation, the missing Family Head, the Martial Alliance, Baek Mu-heun, the Twin Horse Alliance, everything.
Save as many as possible and return.
Only that occupied my thoughts.
‘Please be there. Please, you have to be there!’
Thud!
For an instant, my vision went dark, then brightened again.
The world seemed to tilt. Dokgo Myeong quickly planted his right foot on the ground to avoid tumbling ungracefully.
“…Captain! Commander…!”
“Young Master! Are you alright!”
Amid the ringing tinnitus in his ears, an ally grabbed Dokgo Myeong’s head and shouted.
“I’m fine! Don’t make a fuss! Just hurry forward!”
Damn, I must have been hit by a blind throwing technique.
The fortunate part was that it had been thrown indiscriminately, so the blade hadn’t cut me, but the problem was that my body was increasingly refusing to obey.
‘A scar on this handsome face—how annoying.’
Dokgo Myeong chuckled and wiped away the blood flowing down his forehead.
Then Geum Seok-du shouted.
“We’ve cleared the mountain! We’re almost there! Look! The plain!”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes gleamed.
The entire world was green.
Fresh green rice paddies rippled across the land from horizon to horizon.
Glimmer!
Beyond those paddies, the horizon glimmered. Water reflecting sunlight.
It was the riverbank—our destination.
“Damn it! Enemy forces spotted beyond the plain! They’re approaching rapidly!”
“Are they enemies or allies! You need to report that!”
“I don’t know! How am I supposed to tell! I can’t see clearly!”
Someone shouted. That rough voice sounded just like Bang Dan-a.
“They’re almost here, almost here!”
“Huff, huff, wheeze….”
Dokgo Myeong stared at the approaching forces while breathing heavily and ragged.
They were drawing closer rapidly.
If they were allies, I would recognize their familiar martial robes.
If they were enemies, I would see unfamiliar insignias instead.
‘Who are they?’
Dokgo Myeong gazed ahead with blurred eyes.
Then Ye-hwa, who had the keenest eyes among the group, widened her eyes and her jaw trembled.
“Ah, ah….”
“Don’t tell me the enemy arrived first?”
Ye-hwa shook her head blankly before crying out with joy in her voice.
“They’re allies!!”
“…!”
“The main allied forces! Commander Seo Jung-baek!”
Dokgo Myeong quickly lifted his head.
A group of martial artists positioned along the riverbank.
There was only one clan in the world that bore the vivid black dragon insignia on their martial robes.
“Ahhhhh!”
“Krhehehehe!”
“We’re alive! We’re alive!”
Everyone forgot they were still in the midst of battle and erupted in joyful cheers.
We were alive.
After passing through the hellish dawn and morning, we had finally reached safety.
“….”
Yet Dokgo Myeong’s face remained rigid.
Soon he muttered in a trembling voice.
“…The allied forces?”
“Why, why are you like this, Captain?”
Geum Seok-du turned to look at Dokgo Myeong, startled.
“You’re saying only the allied forces are here?”
“…!”
Geum Seok-du’s expression hardened like Dokgo Myeong’s.
The martial commanders and other managers nearby also gradually stiffened their faces.
That was right.
The allied forces were in a half-collapsed state. The reinforcements they had been waiting for were not the allied forces—they were the main contingent of the Dokgo Family.
Only then did the group understand why Seo Jung-baek and the allied forces were rushing over so urgently.
“Lord Dokgo Myeong! Right now, the enemy forces departing from Namchang…!”
The moment Seo Jung-baek’s thunderous cry reached them, a terrifying military aura was felt from behind.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
A group of riders thundered forward on horseback, shaking the very earth beneath them.
Dokgo Myeong laughed with a sinister edge and spoke.
“The Jeongheol Sect….”
Through no intention of my own, I had become trapped in a desperate last stand.
The enemy had arrived first.

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