Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 305

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Chapter 305
Flap!
The torn edge of the Dragon Scale Robe fluttered in the wind.
Dokgo Myeong, who had been driven into the ground, slowly rose to his feet.
“You’re getting up after taking that?”
The Black Bloodfiend furrowed his brow as if exhausted.
“Why not concede? Don’t you realize the outcome is already decided?”
“You show up after everyone’s worn themselves out and add nothing but a spoon to the pot, yet you speak of victory? This is absurd.”
Veins bulged across the Black Bloodfiend’s forehead.
Yes, he must be running out of words.
But isn’t that the truth?
“Do you speak of fairness on the battlefield? For the sake of great ambitions, the means matter little. Only the result holds importance.”
“Ah, true enough. That much I concede, whatever else I may not understand.”
“…?”
Dokgo Myeong suddenly pointed behind him and grinned wickedly.
“And yet, I achieved my great purpose precisely through such means.”
The Black Bloodfiend, who had been frowning in confusion, suddenly widened his eyes.
“…!”
One forgotten detail.
The Dokgo Family’s martial artists who had finally succeeded in breaking through the Heavenly Net of Doom, and the allied forces that had come to rescue them.
Most of them had already crossed the river.
“While you focused on me, didn’t you overlook something crucial? All that commotion since dawn about the Heavenly Net of Doom and whatnot. But what can you do about this?”
Dokgo Myeong’s smile deepened.
“Fooled again?”
Blood vessels bulged in the Black Bloodfiend’s eyes as he stared at the forces of the Moyong Family and Jeongheol Sect.
“These! These incompetent fools…!”
All they had to do was hold them back from crossing the river, yet they couldn’t even manage that?
However, there was one fact the Black Bloodfiend had overlooked.
The Cheonma Sect had relentlessly targeted only the commanders, eliminating them even while breaking through the encirclement. This had directly resulted in the loss of control among the frontline troops.
‘A critical mistake. The front line may collapse before Pacheonggun even arrives. And if I cannot quickly resolve this sector….’
Crunch!
The Black Bloodfiend ground his teeth.
How much had been sacrificed to capture them?
Had the activation of the Heavenly Net of Doom not completely disrupted the formation on this front?
The Black Bloodfiend’s eyes flashed.
“No, it’s not too late yet.”
“….”
“I shall quickly dispose of you, then personally pursue those you’ve saved. Then everything will be resolved!”
“Then, come.”
Dokgo Myeong beckoned with one hand, inviting him closer.
“If you can help it, keep your mouth shut and come at me.”
“…!”
“You lot always fight with your tongues, don’t you?”
A provocative remark.
The Black Bloodfiend stamped the ground, exhaling fury.
Boom!
The Black Bloodfiend’s fists rained down from all directions.
Clang! Clang! Boom!
Dokgo Myeong swayed precariously yet deflected every attack with his Hyeonchul Blade.
It was fortunate that the Hyeonchul Blade was absurdly durable as a weapon. Even with depleted inner force, I didn’t need to worry about it breaking.
‘If only I had a bit more inner force reserves, I could attempt a reversal….’
Dokgo Myeong clenched his teeth hard.
What good was wishing for what I didn’t have?
When you have no teeth, you bite with your gums!
Boom! Boom! Crash!
The Black Bloodfiend’s storm-like martial techniques surged forward again.
No, he wasn’t a storm. He merely wielded that much power—he was still just a human.
Every human has weaknesses.
And piercing through weaknesses was Dokgo Myeong’s specialty.
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes flashed with brilliance.
‘One more final gamble.’
I’ll stake my life as the ante.
Crack!
Dokgo Myeong drove his foot into the ground and kicked upward as if scooping with a shovel.
Whoosh!
A spray of earth erupted.
“Cheap tricks!”
The Black Bloodfiend shielded his eyes with his left hand and thrust a palm strike with his right.
Boom! Crash!
‘Did it connect?’
There was impact even though I only pushed it as a feint.
No, it didn’t connect. He used the palm strike’s force to create distance.
“Did you think you could escape that way?”
The Black Bloodfiend rushed toward Dokgo Myeong’s back.
Whoosh!
At that moment, Dokgo Myeong, who had been about to flee, suddenly spun his body around.
“…!”
The bandages of the Hyeonchul Blade released, reverse grip, his right half drawn back sharply.
The Black Bloodfiend’s expression twisted.
‘Spear thrust!’
The Black Bloodfiend quickly threw his body to the side.
Crash!
The Hyeonchul Blade passed through with a deafening boom, grazing the Black Bloodfiend’s body.
By the time he hastily regained his balance, Dokgo Myeong had already burrowed into his guard.
“…You!”
The Black Bloodfiend unleashed a pair of palm strikes like lightning.
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes gleamed.
‘Yes, that is your carelessness.’
Believing the protective barrier could not be penetrated, he chose counterattack over defense or evasion.
But if the wall is thick enough, shaking the interior would suffice.
Whoooosh!
Dokgo Myeong spread both hands wide and thrust them toward the Black Bloodfiend’s solar plexus.
Hwacheon Strike, Myeolhwa Cannon.
A strike channeling all his martial power connected with the Black Bloodfiend.
Boom!
An intense shockwave pushed the air in all directions.
Dokgo Myeong’s body lifted into the air and was hurled backward.
“Cough!”
The blue sky filled his vision.
Dokgo Myeong spat blood and slowly brought his hand to his side.
Throb!
In that instant, the sky seemed to sing.
Glancing down, he finally noticed his side stained pitch black.
‘I thought I was faster.’
They had struck each other simultaneously.
Dokgo Myeong barely held onto consciousness and slowly pushed himself up.
“….”
Blood trickled from between the Black Bloodfiend’s tightly clenched lips.
He wiped his mouth roughly with his sleeve and spoke.
“Using the mutual destruction technique….”
“An ancient tradition of the martial world.”
The Black Bloodfiend stared into Dokgo Myeong’s eyes.
Even battered and broken, his fighting spirit remained unshaken.
“That resolve, that unpredictability… had you been one of our sect, our great cause would have advanced by ten years.”
“….”
“Concede now. Whether victory or defeat, this is finished.”
“Says who?”
“You intend to continue? In that condition?”
Dokgo Myeong straightened his body and, using his fingertip, pricked his side to expel the dead blood tainted with Bloodfiend energy, then spoke.
“I’m still going strong.”
“Hehehehe.”
The Black Bloodfiend no longer felt anger. His eyes, tinged with a hint of awe, fixed upon Dokgo Myeong.
“Surrender now, and I won’t kill you.”
“What?”
“There is someone in our sect who has need of you. I invite you to join us as an honored guest of our organization.”
“Need? Who?”
“That is….”
In that moment, an unexpected salvation arrived for Dokgo Myeong.
Clang! Crash-crash-crash-clang!
A vast circular clearing had formed, created because no one dared approach the clash of these two supreme masters.
From the edges of that boundary, a cacophony of metallic sounds began to ring out.
“What is this…?”
The Black Bloodfiend furrowed his brow and turned his head.
In that instant.
Crash-crash-crash! Boom!
A thunderous explosion accompanied a mass of figures pouring into the clearing.
“Captain!”
“He’s here! Right here!”
Crack!
The momentum was overwhelming.
Those who had pierced through the front lines and reached Dokgo Myeong.
The face of the one leading them loomed large in Dokgo Myeong’s vision.
“Child?”
“You’re alive, Captain!”
Ye-hwa, who was beginning to be better described as a woman rather than a young girl.
“Eyes, nose, mouth all there! All fingers and toes intact! You’re alright, aren’t you!”
Why does she speak like that?
No, more than that.
“What are you doing here! All of you! Why didn’t you board the ship!”
Moreover, she was not alone.
“We cannot abandon our commander and flee. That is what loyalty means.”
“Our Yang Family has produced several generals. How could we abandon our commander and flee first?”
“Acting all high and mighty on your own, yet here you are beaten and collapsed! How pathetic!”
The Cheonma Sect Disciples. They had deliberately returned here instead of boarding the ship.
‘But who is that last one? Acting high and mighty? Beaten? Pathetic?’
Then Bang Dan-a shouted.
“The retreat route will soon be cut off! Captain Cheol and General Seo Joongbaek are holding the line, so we must hurry!”
And in that moment, a tremendous killing intent surged from directly ahead.
“You wretched infidels, daring to show such audacity….”
From the Black Bloodfiend’s clenched fist, a dark aura seeped forth ominously.
However, salvation did not come from the Cheonma Sect alone.
“Your Majesty!”
A messenger approached the Black Bloodfiend.
“I bring word from Commander Namchang’s main force!”
“The First General? If you’ve arrived, lead the troops across the river! Regardless of your report, pursuing the enemy takes priority!”
“It is urgent!”
Only then did the Black Bloodfiend’s head snap around.
“Namchang has fallen!”
“…!”
“Fierce fighting continues, but with the enemy’s left flank under Black Dragon’s command beginning to advance, the Yukcheondae has decided to retreat to Zhejiang!”
“What!?”
Namchang was a critical stronghold meant to pin down the Dokgo Family’s main force until Pacheonggun could be deployed. Moreover, this meant not only the center but the opposite flank had also been breached.
“The enemy’s left flank has already pushed past Anhui and reached the outskirts of Zhejiang Province! The Yukcheondae and our scattered forces have suffered catastrophic losses!”
“The enemy’s main force attacked Namchang? Less than half a day has passed since we deployed the Cheonlrajimang! A retreat in such a short time! What on earth was the Yukcheondae doing…!”
“It was Sect Leader Moyong Cheol’s decision. Sect Leader Seongcheon also accepted it without objection.”
“…!”
That incompetent coward! All he needed to do was hold the line!
“Kuhahahaha!”
Then Dokgo Myeong, who had been listening with a bewildered expression, burst into wild laughter.
“Hahaha! I wondered why this damned bastard wouldn’t show up! Ugh! Hahaha! Cough! Cough! Kuhahahaha!”
“C-Captain? What’s wrong! Are you alright!?”
“Look at those bastards’ faces turning pale. All the blood has drained from those Jeongheol dogs. Ugh!”
Dokgo Myeong continued laughing even as he groaned.
‘I thought our Sword King was resting, but he was actually driving a blade through their solar plexus?’
Namchang had fallen.
The Dokgo Family’s offensive, which had momentarily stalled, was resuming.
The originally planned conquest of Jiangxi Province, the siege of Namchang, even the full-scale battle with Pacheonggun—all had been bypassed. Now the battle would take place on enemy soil, in Zhejiang.
What I thought would be merely a preliminary skirmish had suddenly become the final battle.
The Black Bloodfiend shouted urgently.
“First General!”
“Yes.”
“The die is cast. Since we can no longer gain advantage, we must at least inflict damage on the enemy. Take the troops you’ve brought and cross the river to annihilate the enemy’s right flank!”
“That is…!”
The Black Bloodfiend silenced the First General’s attempt to report something, his gaze turning toward Dokgo Myeong.
“In the meantime, I will take him with me!”
His eyes blazed with fury. That crimson gaze was utterly chilling.
If this news was true, the balance of this war had shifted dramatically.
The problem was….
‘They’ve abandoned this front.’
There would be no reinforcements.
Dokgo Myeong let out a hollow laugh and shrugged off the support of the disciples holding him up.
“Gasp! Captain!”
“This won’t do! Fighting is one thing, but we need to escape first and think later.”
The disciples on both sides gripped Dokgo Myeong’s arms firmly.
Dokgo Myeong shook his head vigorously.
“Let go. Despite appearances, that bastard is a master of the highest tier from the Central Plains. You’re no match for him.”
“That’s exactly why we need to escape!”
“Is escape so simple? If we keep this up, you’ll all die too.”
Someone spoke up.
“We don’t mind dying. You must survive, Captain.”
I still couldn’t tell which of my men was spouting such nonsense. Had one of our disciples not received proper ideological training?
“Then since I’ll probably spend the rest of my life losing sleep anyway and might die regardless, let me go now.”
“Pardon? What do you mean…?”
“No time for nonsense!”
Just then, someone shouted loudly. It was Geum Seok-du.
“Cheonma Sect, withdraw immediately! Get the Captain to safety at once!”
“Yes!!”
“Move!”
The Cheonma Sect formed up in an instant.
Dokgo Myeong’s body lifted off the ground.
Boom!
A deafening explosion struck his ears.
Dokgo Myeong felt the world darken momentarily, then brighten again.
Thud thud thud! Crash! Boom!
The surrounding landscape had changed in an instant. They were now in the midst of the enemy formation.
Had I let my guard down for a moment? It didn’t seem serious enough to lose consciousness, yet I had blacked out for a brief instant.
“Yang Un-rang! To the side!”
“Let’s go!”
“I said Hang San-gwi!”
Dokgo Myeong turned his head with difficulty and surveyed his surroundings.
Crash! Boom boom!
Several Cheonma Sect disciples rushed forward, barely managing to block the Black Bloodfiend’s attacks.
Turning his head to the side again, Geum Seok-du was shouting himself hoarse as he commanded the disciples.
Ye-hwa’s fingers were shredded from drawing the bowstring too many times, so she fought using Jincheon Martial Arts instead of archery.
“These damned bastards!”
Whoosh!
A tremendous wave of force surged forward with a thunderous roar.
Dokgo Myeong’s body swayed, unable to find purchase.
“Who’s supporting me right now?”
“It’s Deung-pyeong!”
“Jang Han-chung!”
Dokgo Myeong nodded.
“Thanks to you, I’ve rested well. Now put me down.”
“Pardon?”
“I need to fight. I think I can still go a bit further.”
“…!”
Deung-pyeong and Jang Han-chung couldn’t find words to respond.
Dokgo Myeong released their grip using Jecheon-gi and descended to the ground.
“Captain!”
The entire Cheonma Sect, not expecting Dokgo Myeong to actually touch down, spun around in shock.
Thud.
With both arms hanging loose, Dokgo Myeong surveyed the Black Bloodfiend rushing toward him and the enemy forces like a specter.
My mind drifted as if caught in a dream.
Whiiiing!
My sensory perception activated with unprecedented sharpness, revealing every path between life and death.
“Dokgo Myeong!”
The Black Bloodfiend’s eyes gleamed as he sent two Cheonma Sect disciples flying.
His target was unmistakable.
Dokgo Myeong. This thin neck of mine.
“Come then, Black Bloodfiend.”
Dokgo Myeong raised both arms, relying solely on sensory perception.
Having come this far, I couldn’t afford to pretend strength. I truly had nothing left.
‘But I am someone who once walked alongside Hyeok Wi-sang and Baek Mu-heun.’
I saw it. I felt it.
Sensory perception revealed a single path that determined life and death.
But at that very moment.
“My apologies.”
“…!”
“But I cannot surrender that neck just yet.”
A familiar voice echoed from somewhere.

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