Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 304

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Chapter 304
The Black Bloodfiend stared intently at Dokgo Myeong’s movements.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The Gwangcheon Commander, ranked fifteenth in the sect’s hierarchy, relentlessly pressed Dokgo Myeong with his chain sword.
It was the pinnacle of ever-changing technique. If a living water serpent existed, it would move like this.
By contrast, Dokgo Myeong’s movements were simple.
Boom!
One step forward, a heavy stomp.
Whoosh!
A single, straightforward downward strike.
Crack!
Yet with that strike—barely worthy of being called a technique—the Gwangcheon Commander’s chain sword shattered, and the blade continued unimpeded, reaching the Commander’s torso.
Boom!
“Ugh!”
The Gwangcheon Commander was driven backward, now unarmed.
Either lacking the strength to counterattack or simply choosing not to, Dokgo Myeong walked forward and continued his assault.
“What is that….”
It was unrestrained.
Yet infinitely controlled.
If the martial arts displayed by the Captains were brilliant paintings rendered in vivid pigments, then Dokgo Myeong’s martial art was like a black ink line that split that painting in half.
Clang!
Crack!
In the end, the Captains could only be pushed back helplessly. Four of them couldn’t stop him—what hope did the rest have, even with the Managers joining in?
Thus, ten Captains collapsed in an instant.
“Gasp! Pant! Pant!”
“Huff, huff….”
Thump!
Namgung Sohwa and Dokgo Ak collapsed, lacking any strength to move further.
Cheolmu Baekman, with one knee planted on the ground, barely maintained his stance.
Roar!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Yet the noise of battle continued.
Leaving behind the clamorous shouts and metallic clashes, the Black Bloodfiend asked.
“What is the name of that martial art?”
“….”
“It seems you have no intention of answering.”
In truth, he lacked the breath to speak, and had nothing to say.
If forced to name it, it would be the Heavenly Outer Realm, but the principles within it belonged to the Family Lord, and what he could imperfectly recreate was merely due to a moment of insight.
Then what should this be called? Was it even something worthy of a name?
After catching his breath, Dokgo Myeong opened his mouth.
“It’s merely martial arts unfolded as my hands guided them.”
“That is not martial arts one should speak of so lightly.”
The Black Bloodfiend spoke with admiration.
“Just as a heavy sword is a sword without a blade, so too does great technique resemble the absence of technique itself.”
His words carried a mystical depth, as if spoken by a true Buddhist monk or Daoist sage.
“The martial arts of the Central Plains are not to be underestimated. That such a realm could exist—any who have stepped foot upon the path of martial mastery cannot help but marvel.”
“Then I would be grateful if you would withdraw now that your eyes have been satisfied.”
“That cannot be.”
The Black Bloodfiend’s eyes turned cold in an instant. His resolve to eliminate this threat grew stronger with each moment of admiration.
‘This one cannot be left alive.’
How much time had passed since that encounter at the Dragon’s Gate?
Yet already he had reached such heights.
Even battered and broken as he was, he had become a monster capable of toppling a superior commander.
‘If I release him now, he will ruin everything.’
Either capture him alive and use him as a foundation for our sect’s grand designs.
Or kill him and sever the sprout that would obstruct our sect’s great ambitions before it blooms.
He must be dealt with here, without fail.
“….”
Dokgo Myeong felt the shift in the Black Bloodfiend’s momentum.
Dokgo Myeong spoke in a low voice.
“Mu-baek.”
Cheolmu-baek, his eyes half-closed, answered with difficulty.
“Yes, sir.”
“You still have the strength to carry two, don’t you?”
“I’ll manage, sir.”
Cheolmu-baek let out a pained groan. When I glanced at him, I could see one of his legs was completely soaked in crimson blood.
Now I understood why he had collapsed. Dokgo Myeong’s voice continued.
“Even so, you do as I say, boy. What will we do if a man of your size starts whimpering?”
“You speak unreasonable demands the moment you open your mouth, sir.”
Cheolmu-baek exhaled sharply.
“Very well. But if you don’t mind, let us fight together.”
“A man on death’s door talking about fighting together?”
“Captain, you yourself….”
“This is my fight. You withdraw.”
His voice was resolute—words like an incantation that compelled Cheolmu-baek to step back.
Cheolmu-baek, his expression reluctant, hoisted Namgung Sohwa and Dokgo Ak onto his shoulders and asked.
“Are you certain?”
Dokgo Myeong grinned wickedly.
“Do you think I’m the type to die a meaningless death? Not a chance. If things go south, I’ll turn tail and run.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
“Then….”
Cheolmu-baek retreated, and it was the moment Dokgo Myeong was about to speak his final words.
In that fleeting instant as he exhaled to speak, a pitch-black hand blade suddenly flew toward his face.
“…!”
This treacherous bastard attacking while I’m speaking!
“Gasp!”
Without even time to catch his breath, he had to arch his back and dodge immediately.
Whoosh!
The Black Bloodfiend’s hand blade passed within a hair’s breadth of his cheek.
The wound itself was shallow. But the penetrating blade energy made his head reel, and the world spun before his eyes.
“Ugh!”
Dokgo Myeong drew in a deep breath and clenched his dantian with all his might.
Screech!
As he wrenched inner force from his withered dantian, his entire body’s organs twisted in agony.
‘I can’t let it scatter yet. I need to squeeze out a bit more power.’
Rumble! Rumble!
Perhaps in response to that plea.
The Heavenly Dantian spun precariously, spreading a thread of inner force throughout his entire body.
That’s enough. This much will suffice. The rest depends on my senses holding up.
Shiiiiing!
The sound of cutting air rushed in.
It was too fast to follow with his eyes. He had to rely on instinct.
‘Left? No, right… both sides!’
Both hand blades crossed and swept through the air.
Crash!
Dokgo Myeong skidded backward, gouging the ground beneath him.
“Cough!”
Rumble!
The Hyeonchul Sword trembled from the tremendous impact. He nearly dropped it if he hadn’t bound it to his hand beforehand.
“You’re quite persistent in your defense.”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With each step the Black Bloodfiend took, a deafening roar echoed as if the earth itself was shaking.
“Good. Let’s see how long you can hold out. And how much longer that tongue of yours will move!”
Whoosh! Crash!
The Hyeonchul Sword and the Black Bloodfiend clashed head-on.
* * *
“Hurry and board! Quickly!”
“More than half have crossed! Only those covering the rear remain now!”
“Finally…!”
Seo Jung-baek, battered and bruised from the brief skirmish, exhaled words filled with hope.
It was thanks to Dokgo Myeong holding back the rear.
That fierce battle shook the front lines, and ultimately bought the Dokgo Family precious moments to escape.
Thud! Crash!
At that moment, a man built like an ox burst through, scattering the blocking forces.
It was Cheolmu-baek. The other two managers stood gasping for breath, utterly exhausted.
“You made it! How did you shake them off!”
Seo Jung-baek broke into a bright smile, but his expression hardened as he realized Dokgo Myeong was missing.
“Where is the young master? Where is he!”
“He will arrive soon.”
BOOM!
At that moment, a massive explosion erupted from behind, sweeping across the surroundings.
Still fighting?
Could he still be battling in that condition?
“I will bring him. You board the boat at once!”
“I will hold this position.”
“But you’re battered and broken!”
“We’re all battered and broken.”
Cheolmu-baek spoke, driving his iron axe into the ground with a sharp crack.
His aura radiated unwavering resolve.
Indeed, master and subordinate were cut from the same cloth.
“Very well! Then I shall aid the young master!”
“I am grateful.”
“Those with remaining strength, assist Captain Dae-ryeok in defending the ferry!”
“Yes!!”
Seo Jung-baek drew his sword and pushed off the ground.
But then.
“…!”
His eyes widened in shock.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
In the distance, countless forces surged forward at tremendous speed.
That was it.
There was a force everyone had momentarily forgotten—the Moyong Family’s troops that the Black Bloodfiend and ten commanders had abandoned. They too had joined the battlefield.
A rabble with numbers alone, but now even that could not be ignored. If they simply crossed the river, all would be lost.
Seo Jung-baek’s face twisted.
‘What on earth can I do…!’
In that instant, Seo Jung-baek’s eyes snapped wide open.
“…What is that?”
Something was wrong with the approaching enemy forces.
* * *
Dokgo Myeong was pushed back frantically, wielding his Hyeonchel Sword.
Block, deflect, let it flow.
Perhaps it was because profound insight surged through my hazy consciousness. The Hyeonchul Sword responded perfectly to my will.
But I could not defend against every attack.
Splash!
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes snapped wide open.
The Black Bloodfiend’s fingertips were embedded in his left shoulder like a spear blade.
“I was aiming for your neck, but you managed to evade it.”
“Heh heh!”
Dokgo Myeong burst into laughter.
“It was difficult to get close, but thank you for coming directly like this.”
Crack!
Dokgo Myeong seized the dark forearm embedded in his own shoulder.
“…!?”
The Black Bloodfiend’s eyes widened in bewilderment.
Dokgo Myeong swung the Hyeonchul heavy sword without hesitation.
Screech! Boom!
Cracks spiderwebbed across the ground where the two stood, then the earth suddenly collapsed beneath them.
Truly, a Grand General of the Three Captains. The martial prowess of one who had reached the pinnacle of the Jeongheol Sect’s strength could not be underestimated.
But my sensory perception detected fractures in his martial technique.
‘This bastard is not at full strength.’
It seemed he had forcibly recovered from the wounds inflicted by Baek Mu-heun using the Grand General’s methods.
Which meant internal injuries still remained within him.
Then there was a possibility. Though I did not yet know when or how to exploit that opening!
“Roaaah!”
Dokgo Myeong gripped the Black Bloodfiend’s arm tighter with his left hand while wildly swinging the Hyeonchul Sword.
The Black Bloodfiend, who had never experienced such crude combat, vented his rage.
“Krrgh! How dare you!”
Whoosh!
The Black Bloodfiend wrenched his captured arm free and flailed both hands like a madman.
It was as if a black downpour was falling.
This was the Bloodfiend’s ultimate technique—the chaotic strikes of a thousand strikes spanning heaven and earth.
‘Do you think I have faced the Bloodfiend only once or twice?’
A gap as thin as a needle’s eye appeared.
And now, with my entire body’s senses honed sharp as a keen blade, even that needle’s eye felt as vast as a wide-open gate.
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes blazed with fire.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-boom!
I deflected everything with the full power of the Jecheon-gi and evaded.
The Black Bloodfiend’s eyes flew open in shock.
Dokgo Myeong, who had kicked away his palm and retreated several steps, secured distance to swing his sword.
Flash!
My sword of flowing light pierced through the barrier of the Iljangsuk Cheonkyeong, shredding it strand by strand before crashing against the Black Bloodfiend’s chest.
Boom! Boom! Crash!
The deafening explosions shook the world.
Black Bloodfiend energy erupted outward in all directions, intermingling with the Cheonwae Realm’s three divine energies and triggering cascading detonations.
“Gasp, huff, gasp…?”
In that instant, Dokgo Myeong urgently leaped backward.
Crash!
A wave of force exploded from where he had just been standing.
Through the billowing smoke, the Black Bloodfiend burst forth.
“Ptui.”
The Black Bloodfiend remained unscathed. He merely spat out a mouthful of blood.
‘He deflected it all with his protective energy.’
The Black Bloodfiend technique.
The power of the Twin Horse Alliance’s martial arts—among the highest in terms of solidity and regenerative capacity—was vividly demonstrated.
“To exploit an opening and launch an attack in such circumstances. Yet…”
Whoosh!
Black Bloodfiend energy gathered across the Black Bloodfiend’s chest, and the penetrating force of the Huitcheon technique scattered completely.
“You, you truly have no strength left now. It’s clear you no longer have the power to breach the Black Bloodfiend barrier!”
The Black Bloodfiend suddenly kicked off the ground, closing the distance.
Whoosh!
A single strike of the blood flame that would dye all the world crimson.
The Black Bloodfiend’s strike—the blood flame great master’s blade—pierced into Dokgo Myeong’s abdomen.
Splat! Splat! Splat!
Dokgo Myeong’s body bounced several times, rolling across the ground.
“Cough!”
Blood gushed from his gaping mouth.
The Black Bloodfiend kicked off the ground again.
Boom! Crash!
He soared through the sky before plummeting down with devastating force.
With a thunderous impact, earth erupted in pillars, and those caught in the shockwave were sent flying in all directions.
“Ahhhhh!”
“Monster…!”
A tempest in human form.
And since tempests show no mercy, though he targeted only Dokgo Myeong, the devastating aftermath of his blood technique swept indiscriminately across friend and foe alike.
Boom! Crash! Thud!
Wherever the Black Bloodfiend’s force passed, blood rained down like a downpour.
‘If I retreat further, I’ll expose our rear guard.’
Then the Black Bloodfiend erupted in wild laughter.
“Do you have the leisure to concern yourself with your allies in this moment!”
Boom!
When the opponent threw himself forward, more than ten people became mere handfuls of blood scattered in all directions. Among them were soldiers of the Moyong Family, yet he deployed his martial techniques without hesitation.
‘Danger!’
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes widened as the overwhelming force bore down upon him.
Screech! Riiiiip!
The hem of his dragon-scale robe finally tore completely.
Dokgo Myeong, drenched in blood, was driven hard into the ground.

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