Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 314

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Chapter 314
From the right shoulder to the left hip.
A vicious blade descended as if to cleave her torso in two with a single stroke.
“…!!”
Dokgo Yeon thrust her spear shaft forward purely by instinct.
Crack! Boom!
An explosion erupted.
Dokgo Yeon was sent flying, crashing through a building wall and embedding herself within.
“Cough!”
The entire world seemed to shake.
The searing pain that wrung her lungs left her unable to even cry out properly.
‘The Muyong Gaju… His martial prowess was that formidable?’
Zzzzzing.
The Hongcheon Spear still trembled violently.
Dokgo Yeon staggered to her feet, driving the spear tip into the ground.
“…What?”
In that instant, her eyes widened as if they might tear.
The angle of the spear shaft was wrong.
It shouldn’t be—this divine weapon had been her companion for a lifetime.
The middle section of the Aechang spear, which should have been perfectly straight, was bent.
“A long spear instead of a sword, domineering martial techniques, speech like a street ruffian. You are indeed the Sword King’s daughter, Dokgo Yeon.”
Muyong Tae’s voice echoed from beyond the gaping hole in the building wall.
Crack. Crack.
Whoosh.
Where his feet touched, the solid white stone floor crumbled like mud.
“I’m curious. How will the Sword King at the front lines react when I sever that neck of yours?”
“…!”
“It would make an excellent gift.”
In the next instant, Muyong Tae vanished from her sight.
‘I must evade…!’
Dokgo Yeon attempted to dodge.
But her entire body’s meridians suddenly went slack as if someone had seized her dantian. The flow of internal energy within her was severed completely.
Shhhhwing!
A single blade of sword energy whirled like a guillotine.
“Dodge!”
Eon Yeop-pyeong threw his body forward, pushing Dokgo Yeon aside and swinging his sword.
Clang clang clang!
A shockwave erupted outward.
Crack! Boom!
All three were hurled outside the building.
The precarious building finally collapsed with a thunderous crash.
“Ugh!”
Dokgo Yeon, who had fallen, immediately tried to rise and rush forward but collapsed back down. Her vital energy was not returning easily.
‘Whatever technique that was, it disrupted my inner energy circulation. I must recover quickly!’
Dokgo Yeon methodically, yet swiftly, resumed her inner energy circulation.
Whoooooosh!
The vital energy of the Eight Great Divine Techniques and Heavenly Stream Divine Technique instantly found its original flow once more.
‘No, this is…!’
A portion of the Heavenly Stream Divine Technique’s vital energy wavered. It felt as though someone was forcibly tearing it away.
‘Could it be…?’
Dokgo Yeon gazed at the battlefield with trembling eyes.
Boom!
An explosion erupted between Eon Yeop-pyeong and Muyong Tae.
With each flash of sword light, Eon Yeop-pyeong’s feet were pushed back by two or three steps.
Yet he held his ground.
Deflecting and parrying, he soon launched a counterattack.
Slash!
From that exquisite counterattack, a portion of Muyong Tae’s embroidered sleeve was severed.
“I was aiming to take an entire arm. You’re fortunate.”
Eon Yeop-pyeong laughed boldly.
Muyong Tae, observing the fluttering fabric, spoke indifferently.
“Even if you touched it, could you actually sever it?”
“What did you say?”
“Then, try if you can.”
Muyong Tae extended one arm straight out.
“This bastard…!”
Eon Yeop-pyeong’s face twisted with fury.
But Muyong Tae merely stared at him with an expressionless face.
Thud!
And at that moment, two figures cut into the center of the main road where they were fighting.
“We’re joining in!”
It was Dokgo Hwi-hwa, who had arrived late, and Dokgo Yeon-sin, who had been knocked back earlier.
“Alliance Leader! Do not join this fight!”
“Shame is not something only you feel! What does victory or defeat matter in this situation! Is this not a circumstance where an enemy commander has intervened!”
“…!”
“What matters most now is taking that bastard’s head without further casualties!”
Only then did Eon Yeop-pyeong nod with a composed expression.
Dokgo Hwi-hwa shouted.
“Form the Sword Sage Three Talents Formation! I shall take the Heaven position!”
Another figure joined in.
“Deploy the Hunwon Technique in all four directions! I can still fight more!”
“Yeon, is that you?”
Ptooey!
I spat out blood.
“If I’m going to die, then I’ll die fighting—not by cowering on the sidelines.”
My face, unlike usual, was stripped of all playfulness.
Clang!
Two short spears materialized in my hands from nowhere.
“Good. I’ll handle the frontal assault. Yeon-sin, you take the rear.”
“Understood.”
Despite being surrounded on all four sides, Muyong Tae remained composed.
He opened his mouth slowly.
“The Judge’s Sword, the Alliance Leader, the Sword King’s daughter, and now the old she-wolf of the Dokgo Family. Is that sufficient?”
Did his voice carry true energy as well? Muyong Tae’s words resonated through the surroundings with a deep hum.
Dokgo Hwi-hwa let out a scoff and glanced at the two elders who had lived in the same era.
“Tch, the times have truly changed. Haven’t they? Never thought I’d hear such nonsense in my lifetime.”
“It seems the times have come full circle. To think these old eyes would witness such crude martial arts again.”
Dokgo Hwi-hwa and Eon Yeop-pyeong’s eyes gleamed.
Dokgo Yeon-sin silently lowered his blade, while I focused entirely on channeling my true energy, determined not to be helpless like before.
Shhhhk.
Muyong Tae slowly angled his sword as he spoke.
“Three old men who’ve stepped back from the stage, and one injured. Sufficient as a stage to herald a new era, perhaps—but far too inadequate as a testing ground for divine techniques.”
Muyong Tae’s energy flow shifted violently.
Crack! Crackle! Rumble!
The ground beneath his feet began to shatter and fracture.
As if the gates of the underworld itself had opened, sinister black energy seeped forth from the broken chasms.
‘How can such power exist within a human body…!’
Whoooosh!
Muyong Tae’s physical form began to distort.
Both the quantity and nature of his energy far exceeded all normal limits.
The excessive outpouring of energy waves distorted the surrounding landscape like heat shimmer. The tremendous release of power warped everything around him.
“…!”
Among the four facing him, I—the most severely wounded—felt my complexion drain instantly pale.
Surge!
I felt as though I were plunging into the abyssal depths of the dark Northern Sea. Black waves that obscured even an inch ahead seemed ready to dissolve me without a trace.
Thud!
The moment my energy circulation threatened to halt once more.
“Gahhh—!”
Dokgo Hwi-hwa let out a sharp cry and unleashed her spear force toward Muyong Tae.
Boom!
With a thunderous explosion, the suffocating pressure that had bound my entire body dissipated.
Dokgo Yeon gasped roughly for breath.
Dokgo Hwi-hwa glared at Muyong Tae and spoke.
“Divine Art? You call it divine art while harboring such a sinister aura?”
“What are you trying to say?”
“Muyong Gaju, you wretch… what exactly did you pick up and learn?”
In Dokgo Hwi-hwa’s eyes, disgust flickered beyond mere anger.
“The Star Devouring Art. Do you truly believe you can remain whole after learning such a technique?”
Indeed.
Muyong Tae’s boundless inner force—a power that shook the very soul and scattered one’s energy merely by facing it.
Its true nature was the plundering of an opponent’s vital essence.
“Have you ever seen the Northern Sea shrouded in darkness?”
“…?”
“Ten thousand rivers may flow and tangle together, yet the sea remains the sea.”
The Jeongheol Disciples had named it the Tri-Extreme Return to Origin Art, but upon completion, it bore a different name.
“Your first opportunity to face the Northern Darkness Divine Art. Accept it as an honor.”
Kuuuuuung!
The darkness of the Northern Darkness Divine Art erased all light.
* * *
Puhwak!
Blood sprayed upward.
Dokgo Hwi-hwa gripped her forearm and retreated.
Uuuuuung!
The darkness of the Northern Darkness surged forward.
The flame demon that bloomed within the family, the light of moon and stars, the vital essence conjured by four masters—all were merely stained black.
Flash! Screeeech!
A sweeping sword strike unleashed a deafening explosion and metallic shriek across the entire front.
Four against one.
Even setting aside pride to choose combined assault, remarkably, the battle held its ground.
Dokgo Hwi-hwa clenched her teeth and stared at Muyong Tae.
‘The absorption of energy is not the only problem. The greatest problem lies in the process itself.’
At the moment of collision, it penetrates as if my inner force barrier doesn’t exist, unraveling the flow of vital essence.
The absorption occurs afterward. By the time my vital essence is stolen, my entire inner force circulation has already been completely destroyed.
‘That wretch has opened the upper dantian! Like those heterodox practitioners!’
Dokgo Yeon-sin’s insight was correct.
Righteous Qi Mutual Penetration—a technique impossible without inner force cultivation reaching its extreme limit and the upper dantian opened.
The Northern Darkness Divine Art not only used it as a means of attack, but wielded it to excavate and absorb vital essence.
‘This is not easy.’
I didn’t want to blame my age, but I couldn’t help it. How many decades had it been since I participated in actual combat?
Moreover, our coordination was also misaligned.
All four of them were masters with strong convictions, and beyond their reluctance to cooperate, their movements simply didn’t synchronize.
Crash!
At that moment, Dokgo Yeon rolled across the ground.
“Yeon!”
“I’m fine!”
Dokgo Yeon charged forward again without even looking back.
A generation that had not experienced the Demonic Sect.
Unlike the other three, she lacked finesse. Her entire body’s senses were in chaos, and as if trapped in a state of qi deviation, her inner energy circulation wavered—she could only endure it through sheer force.
“Krraaaagh!”
Clang clang clang!
Yet she did not retreat. Blood sprayed from her entire body, but she clung to her opponent with unwavering determination.
In fact, she pressed forward even more fiercely than the other three more seasoned fighters.
‘I cannot afford to be pushed back by someone so young.’
Dokgo Hwi-hwa smiled coldly.
‘Do you think we wasted our years?’
Dokgo Hwi-hwa cried out.
“Yeon-sin!”
“Go!”
Whoosh! Boom!
Eon Yeop-pyeong, Dokgo Yeon-sin, Dokgo Hwi-hwa.
Though distant from actual combat, they had never slowed their training for a single moment. Even if their bodies had grown dull, the years they had lived were their true weapon.
Flash! Crash!
Dokgo Yeon blocked, and the two attackers’ curved strikes split through Muyong Tae’s qi.
“…!”
Muyong Tae’s body flew backward, his eyes wide open.
‘How is this possible?’
The answer came quickly.
‘These old demons.’
These cursed ones were constantly altering their qi circulation to avoid being read.
The inner power cultivation of three veteran masters was of a level to rival the heavens. The bizarre functions of the Northern Ming Divine Art were something they had grown sick of experiencing during the chaotic era.
Screech!
Eon Yeop-pyeong and Dokgo Yeon-sin, two swordsmen, crossed diagonally to target the rear, while Dokgo Hwi-hwa drew a blade from her staff and swung it at the front.
Clang clang clang clang!
The erupting sword qi sent blade winds howling in all directions.
Thud thud!
Finally, Muyong Tae’s body was pushed backward.
The trailing hem of his ornate dragon robe had long since become tattered.
Whoosh!
Dokgo Hwi-hwa’s blade swung down again with tremendous force.
Flash! Clang!
At last. Finally.
A sword mark was etched across Muyong Tae’s chest.
Splurt!
Blood gushed forth.
And in that instant, Dokgo Hwi-hwa cried out.
“Now!”
From behind Muyong Tae, drenched in blood, Dokgo Yeon burst upward.
“Die!”
Whoosh! Kwaaaaah!
The spear erupted with flame.
The monstrous Muyong Tae extended his blade even through it all.
‘If you want to strike, then strike.’
I had confidence in my resilience. I would grit my teeth and endure.
The Primordial Spear’s strike pierced the air.
Boom!
Kwaaaaaaaaang!
An explosion erupted.
Muyong Tae’s body shot through the air and crashed into a stone ornament, the blast surging upward.
“Ugh!”
Dokgo Hwi-hwa swiftly caught Dokgo Yeon as she was flung backward.
“Are you alright?”
“Cough, hack….”
Dokgo Yeon spat blood continuously, yet her eyes blazed with fierce light.
“I’m fine….”
She stared forward with wide eyes.
‘It connected.’
It was truly my all-consuming strike. I felt it in my hands.
But I wanted to confirm his death with my own eyes. That was the least I owed Jang Mu-ak.
Thud thud! Patter patter!
Debris kicked up by the gale fell belatedly to the ground, scattering the blast.
A human silhouette appeared through the dispersing smoke.
The figure stood.
Muyong Tae remained unscathed.
“Impressive.”
“…!!”
Whoosh!
Muyong Tae walked forward with a light gesture, sweeping away the smoke.
“I, I….”
Even Eon Yeop-pyeong stammered with wide eyes.
The crimson robe was completely tattered, and the hand opposite the one holding the blade was drenched in blood.
That was all there was to it.
I had substituted what should have been a fatal situation with merely these wounds.
“…Adamantine Body?”
Dokgo Yeon-sin uttered the name of a realm that existed only in legend, his voice trembling.

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