Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 306

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Chapter 306
From where had that voice come?
‘From above.’
Dokgo Myeong’s gaze lifted skyward.
The sun hung high in the heavens now, and within its brilliant radiance, a dark silhouette flickered into view.
The Black Bloodfiend’s eyes, following the gaze upward, widened to the point of splitting.
Flash!
In an instant, a line of pure light traced itself before the Black Bloodfiend’s eyes. The sword energy descending vertically was as intense and brilliant as the midday sun itself, threatening to blind all who beheld it.
Boom! Crash crash crash!
The Black Bloodfiend was driven backward without even a moment to react. His feet carved a deep furrow into the earth as he skidded back.
Drip drip drip!
Blood flowed from the vivid sword marks across both of the Black Bloodfiend’s arms. The seemingly invincible barrier of his Bloodfiend technique had been pierced.
The Black Bloodfiend’s eyes blazed with recognition.
“What in the world brings you here…!”
An elderly man with his sword held loosely at his side descended, stepping through empty air as though climbing an invisible staircase.
Treading the void, transcending emptiness itself.
His feet touched the ground, embodying a realm that seemed beyond reality.
The Black Bloodfiend cried out.
“The Sword King!”
The supreme sovereign of all swordsmen throughout the Central Plains.
Dokgo Un-hak, the Sword King himself, had arrived on the battlefield.
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The enemy forces that General Seo Jung-baek had spotted bore the faces of those fleeing in desperation.
‘But fleeing from whom?’
Seo Jung-baek quickly heightened his perception and gazed toward the rear.
Crash! Boom!
“Argh!”
“No, please!”
Screams and explosions intertwined as martial artists were hurled high into the air and smashed against the ground.
Behind the enemy forces fleeing in panic to escape that chaos, a group of martial artists became visible.
Though calling them a group hardly seemed appropriate.
Unless his eyes deceived him due to distance, their number was merely ten. Just ten flashes of sword light were cutting through an entire battalion.
Whoooosh!
The sound of blades cleaving through flesh and air was utterly chilling. Even among the forces charging toward the ferry, some began to sense something amiss and glanced backward.
“The Heavenly Sword Brigade! They are surely the Heavenly Sword Brigade, the Outer Hall Master’s personal martial artists!”
Having finally identified them, Seo Jung-baek cried out in joy, all decorum forgotten.
“The Heavenly Sword Brigade? They’re merely ten strong, are they not?”
Cheolmu-baek spoke in a measured tone.
Seo Jung-baek laughed and shouted.
“The Heavenly Sword Brigade serves only the Outer Hall Master! Their presence here means the Left Commander of the main force has come in person!”
We survived.
Him, our forces, the Cheonma Sect, Dokgo Myeong—all of us.
This fierce battle had finally come to an end.
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Dokgo Un-hak slowly turned his body.
Why was someone who should be fighting on Namchang’s front lines here of all places?
As Dokgo Myeong stood with wide eyes, utterly dumbfounded, Dokgo Un-hak opened his mouth.
“Have I arrived too late, Sect Leader?”
“But the Namchang front… how can the Outer Hall Master be here…?”
“I left it to General Shin Heum. As the Alliance Leader’s trusted subordinate, he’ll handle it flawlessly.”
He abandoned such merit and came in person?
Wow, there’s a glimmer of light dancing behind Uncle Dokgo Un-hak’s head. Oh, it’s just sunlight.
“Ah, we’re saved.”
Dokgo Myeong staggered.
Enemies surrounded them on all sides, and the Black Bloodfiend stood before them, yet with the Sword King here, there was nothing to fear.
“I’ll interrogate you later about how you turned the front lines into such chaos.”
“Just say I did well, won’t you?”
“Yes, you did well. You’ve accomplished something great.”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes widened in astonishment.
At that moment.
Boom!
The Black Bloodfiend, who had been driven back, came flying forward in a cloud of dust.
“Sword King! Why are you here!”
“Your uncle came to rescue his nephew. Is that so strange?”
Dokgo Un-hak lightly brushed off his sword and swung it gently.
Whoooosh!
The essence of the blade unfolded before our eyes.
Dokgo Un-hak’s sword could not be easily described in a single word.
It seemed capable of manifesting ten thousand variations if he wished, or splitting the world in two with a single transformation.
The sword strike of one revered as the sovereign among countless swordsmen in the martial realm was that sublime.
Boom! Crash!
Spear and sword collided, erupting in countless explosions.
Dokgo Un-hak’s blade drew a circle in the air, flicking the Black Bloodfiend aside, then thrust forward in a straight line.
Boom!
“Ugh!”
With a deafening sound, the Black Bloodfiend was sent flying backward.
Blood dripped from his split chest. The seemingly impenetrable barrier of his Bloodfiend energy had been pierced once more.
Yet Dokgo Un-hak muttered with dissatisfaction.
“Its hardness rivals that of a Shaolin monk. I merely scratch the surface.”
Tsk tsk tsk!
Soon, black bloodfiend energy gathered at the Black Bloodfiend’s chest, and the wound vanished as if washed away.
Dokgo Un-hak raised his eyebrows.
“Regeneration as well? Truly a technique devoid of all dignity and grace.”
The Black Bloodfiend ground his teeth as he spoke.
“Sword King, did you not abandon this flank?”
“Indeed I had. After all, the Elder Council’s influence runs deep here, and our forces have suffered grievously. Rather than waste effort on salvation, it profits more to see the center and left armies achieve great victory.”
“Then why?”
Dokgo Un-hak turned to regard Dokgo Myeong, a mysterious smile playing at his lips.
“The calculation simply didn’t add up to surrender this one.”
“You’ve lost your mind. For the Left Commander of the allied forces to abandon the greatest battle and come in person!”
The Black Bloodfiend sneered.
“You’ve grasped for two rabbits and lost them both! By now, our forces will have noticed your absence and make their move!”
If so, the casualties on Namchang’s central front would not be severe.
They likely withdrew while preserving their forces. Even so, it was a painful loss, but soon Pacheonggun would arrive.
‘Besides, what is one man, and the troops I’ve brought are hardly few in number?’
It was not yet over.
Surpassing the Sword King at full strength would not be easy, but even with some losses, I could secure Dokgo Myeong!
‘I’ll assess the situation and deploy the Explosive Blood Technique. If I can only seize the vessel of Reverse Heaven Energy, it will ultimately become a sacred sacrifice.’
Just as a faint smile appeared on the Black Bloodfiend’s lips.
Dokgo Un-hak spoke.
“Truly an audacious wretch.”
Boom! Crash!
Dokgo Un-hak stepped forward with a fierce stance, extending his blade with terrifying momentum.
A curved sword strike descending in a sweeping arc.
The Black Bloodfiend cried out in alarm, flailing both arms.
Kwaaaaaang!
With a heavy explosion, the Black Bloodfiend’s arms were sent flying back.
Flowing strikes, swift strikes, heavy strikes—countless sword energies erupted forth in their entirety.
Black bloodfiend energy gathered rapidly, establishing a protective barrier and attempting to restore the body, but it came too late.
Blood began to spray from the Black Bloodfiend’s body with increasing intensity. Though the fight continued due to the special nature of blood techniques, it was clear to all that the Black Bloodfiend was being pushed back.
Crash! Screech!
“Gahhh!”
Finally, another long sword wound was carved across the Black Bloodfiend’s chest.
Dokgo Un-hak wiped the blood from his blade and spoke in a composed stance.
“I offer you a chance.”
“…What?”
“Withdraw your forces immediately.”
“What? Kahahaha!”
The Black Bloodfiend rose, hand pressed to his chest, bursting into laughter.
“That proposal should come from me, not from you. Do I look like I would retreat?”
Dokgo Un-hak let out a scoff.
“Your ears seem dull. Did that sound like a proposal to you?”
“…?”
“Since I have but one body, those who hurry may preserve their lives if fortune favors them. That is what I meant.”
In that instant.
Kwakwakwakwa!
From Dokgo Un-hak’s entire being erupted boundless true energy, vast as an ocean.
“Your Twin Horse Alliance teaches that salvation comes through the blood you shed, does it not? Then let us see. Whether your salvation exists here and now.”
“…!”
Can a single master truly overturn the tide of battle?
The answer lay here.
One man capable of facing a thousand alone.
A supreme master ranked within the top ten of the martial realm, and among those ten, positioned at the very pinnacle—Dokgo Un-hak’s blade sundered heaven and earth.
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The strong are forever cast as villains.
The Dokgo Household had assumed such a role in the martial realm.
The prestige of the greatest clan under heaven, a swordsman who dominated an era and proclaimed the way of tyranny—Geom-jon—and the iron-blooded martial artists forged in the cradle of martial arts he created.
Yet the dignity of such a supreme household had been shamefully crumpled.
Defeat, retreat, encirclement, piecemeal destruction….
The Moyong Family and Jeongheol Sect had sent shockwaves through the martial realm.
Those in the martial world watching the war felt dread at the Jeongheol Sect’s ruthlessness and persistence. Some even muttered worried voices that the heretical sects would make a comeback.
And yet.
“Report from the right flank! Many wounded, but we have finally broken through the encirclement!”
“The left flank has established position right before Zhejiang! Huangshan has also promised cooperation!”
“Victory! It is victory!”
“A great victory!”
Messengers from the Dokgo Family, racing from the front lines of Jiangxi Province to the main residence in Hunan, announced successive victories.
Even the military officers who should have calmly organized and reported the situation could not hide the excitement evident in their voices and expressions.
“General Shin Heum leading the main force has also completed the occupation of Namchang!”
“The losses of the Sixth Thousand are minimal, but the path to Zhejiang has opened!”
And reports came of those who had laid the foundation for this situation.
“Over sixty percent of the right flank have returned alive! Though our forces are weakened, the front lines hold!”
“Dokgo Myeong has survived! All enemy forces in the right flank direction of the main residence have been completely routed!!”
Elder Council Leader Dokgo Hwi-hwa struck the table.
“Excellent! That slippery eel has finally pulled off a proper feat!”
In a single night, the entire situation had been reversed.
The right flank began recovering casualties and turning the lines around, while the Dokgo Family’s left flank had completely established its position.
The enemy’s secret weapon, the Pacheonggun, descending from the north, failed to demonstrate its true power and became trapped in Zhejiang.
“At last we can properly reorganize our forces. Summon Sect Leader Son Gang of the Geumsan Sect.”
Wi Baek calmly prepared for the next phase.
“We’ll only prepare those whom the Twin Horse Alliance definitely has no reach over, from past to present.”
“The government won’t interfere—that much is certain. Whether it’s steel or gunpowder, prepare whatever we can obtain!”
“Summon Son Gang, the Sect Leader of Geumsan Pavilion. I heard he acquired the monopoly rights on related supplies before the war even broke out.”
The lessons purchased with blood proved truly invaluable.
With Wi Baek orchestrating the plan and Dokgo Hwi-hwa executing it, supplies poured forth like a broken dam.
This was the power of the greatest household under heaven. The provisions Dokgo Myeong had long requested instantly filled the warehouses and swiftly advanced toward the front lines.
“So then, what is that one—the one who earned the greatest merit—actually doing?”
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“Still?”
“Yes, he hasn’t regained consciousness yet.”
“Hmm, I see. I shouldn’t have disturbed his rest.”
“Not at all.”
Geum Seok-du sighed as he politely sent away yet another visitor paying respects to the sickbed.
The Dokgo Household, having pushed back the front lines decisively and established their position.
Both the Moyong Family and the Dokgo Family needed time to catch their breath, so the war had entered a temporary lull.
As circumstances unfolded in this manner, Dokgo Myeong remained unconscious.

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