Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 329

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Chapter 329
Crash! Screech!
A terrible shriek erupted from the iron mace alongside the sharp explosive sound.
Whoosh! Crash!
Il Na-chal’s face went pale as he leaped backward to escape the vicious strike that carved a black arc through the air.
“Ugh!”
Throbbing pain.
My brow furrowed at the pain radiating from my wrist. The ligaments seemed to have stretched from blocking that single blow.
“You said there would definitely be no enemies on this side… If even our commander’s prediction was shattered, the battlefield situation must be quite chaotic.”
“You! Surely not!”
Rumble rumble!
The man, Dokgo Myeong, stared at Il Na-chal while gripping his Hyeonchul Sword.
“Cheonma Sect Master Dokgo Myeong! The great enemy of our headquarters!”
“You know me. Then you must also know what comes next?”
Whoooosh!
Dokgo Myeong’s entire body was enveloped in a mysterious aura.
“The North Black King’s forces. I’ve been curious about what kind of warriors you were anyway. This works out well.”
At that moment, Il Na-chal urgently bit his index finger.
Shrieeek!
A high-pitched whistle spread across the battlefield, and Il Na-chal shouted urgently.
“All units cease operations and scatter to retreat! The Cheonma Sect has appeared before the Left Army! At least one person must survive and return to report this to headquarters!”
Boom!
Il Na-chal also kicked off the ground urgently without looking back.
‘Ah…!’
Even as Shim Ji-san felt the world spinning, he gasped in astonishment.
For the first time, I sensed genuine emotion from Il Na-chal. That overwhelmingly powerful demon king had felt fear upon seeing Dokgo Myeong and was ordering a retreat.
“Did you think I’d let you escape?”
Dokgo Myeong’s foot struck the ground.
Rumble!
The world trembled.
My vision distorted as the rippling energy wave spread outward.
“…!?”
Il Na-chal’s figure, which had leaped into the air, shuddered once before his speed plummeted drastically.
Flash!
Dokgo Myeong, who had caught up to Il Na-chal’s back in a streak of light.
His Hyeonchul Sword swung down without hesitation.
‘So fast!’
Il Na-chal urgently twisted his body and swung both iron maces horizontally.
Crash!
Il Na-chal was driven vertically into the ground as a tremendous explosion erupted.
“You’ve managed to withstand the Hyeonchul Sword. So it’s not just any iron mace.”
“Krrgh!”
Il Na-chal, drenched in blood from the single strike, staggered to his feet.
He looked at Dokgo Myeong, whose expression brimmed with confidence, and spoke.
“You… Dokgo Myeong. Why are you here…?”
Dokgo Myeong chuckled.
“I tend to pop up here and there without warning.”
“Khkhkh! So you’re not running.”
Il Na-chal’s eyes gleamed.
“But word of your appearance on this front will soon reach the main force. They’ve already dispersed!”
Dokgo Myeong smiled faintly as he spoke.
“How many did you bring?”
“What?”
“If you brought around two or three hundred, then there’s nothing to be done. But if it’s less than that, it won’t matter.”
That was when it happened.
Swishhh! Kwaaaaang!
The passages erupted into chaos. The sound of undergrowth scattering and explosions burst forth in succession.
‘The Cheonma Sect!’
Only then did Il Na-chal realize that Dokgo Myeong’s subordinates were nowhere to be seen.
“Breaking through our men and escaping would be quite difficult, wouldn’t it?”
“You…!”
“And besides, word will spread soon anyway. What difference does it make if it spreads a bit sooner?”
Shing!
Dokgo Myeong grinned wickedly as he leveled the Hyeonchul Sword forward.
Then he taunted by flicking the blade’s tip.
“So come at me with everything you have, thinking this is your last moment. I want to see firsthand what martial prowess the infamous Pacheonggun possesses.”
“Insolent!”
Boom!
Il Na-chal stamped the ground.
Kuoong!
Dokgo Myeong’s feet also struck the earth. Once more, a dazzling wave of energy spread through the air like spilled paint.
‘That energy wave again!’
Il Na-chal felt his vital energy circulation twist completely out of control in that instant.
And from that bizarre energy wave, he sensed something familiar.
‘Could it be… the Patriarch?!’
Whoosh!
In an instant, Dokgo Myeong vanished from sight.
When he reappeared, it was with the slash of the Hyeonchul Sword.
Kwagwagwang!
Il Na-chal, utterly shocked, swung his iron mace frantically.
“Graaaaahhh!”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes blazed with intensity.
“If this is all you have, I’m disappointed.”
“Shut your mouth!”
Clang!
Il Na-chal swung his iron mace down with tremendous force, creating distance between them.
He ground his teeth audibly.
Whoooosh!
The black qi of the North Black Divine Art, one of the Four Guardian Dharma Techniques, spread out like a thick haze.
As the energy wave amplified in an instant, the corners of my mouth curved upward.
“Good. Now this is worth doing.”
Crack! Clang!
I grasped both ends of the Hyeon Steel Sword, pulled it apart to separate it, then spun it as I rushed forward.
Boom! Crash!
Four heavy weapons created shockwaves in midair. Fragments of broken carriages nearby were pulverized into dust and scattered.
Screech!
My feet slid back once.
It was tremendous force—as if I’d taken a cannon blast head-on.
“You have considerable strength.”
“This bastard! So you’re less impressive than the rumors suggested!”
Il Na-chal rushed forward with a roar, and I let out another scoff.
Clang clang clang!
I continued to be pushed back while parrying the iron mace.
‘Internal and external qi amplification, regeneration amplification, increased strength. The foundation is the Bloodfiend Art?’
But that’s not all.
Hummmmmm!
I felt a strange penetrating force boring into my body.
‘Is this the North Ming Art?’
The moment it tried to penetrate, my Heavenly Exterior Spirit Elixir attempted to incinerate it, but I deliberately let it through to observe.
Sizzle!
‘The penetration method is quite unique.’
It resembled blood art in piercing through the inner qi barrier, but rather than causing internal injuries and damage, it focused on unraveling the flow of true qi. After unraveling it, absorption would follow.
However, this man seemed incapable of reaching that stage.
‘A remarkable heterodox technique. Yet the forms and combat style resemble orthodox martial arts.’
Thick defense, a solid center, wielding heavy force and footwork with precision….
Suddenly, a martial style with a similar aura came to mind.
‘…Namgung?’
My eyes flashed with realization.
‘Did he combine blood art with the heart techniques of both Namgung and Moyong?’
I gazed into Il Na-chal’s eyes.
His eyes were hollow and vacant.
Yet his words and actions were exaggerated and fierce.
I knew such things all too well. This was exactly how someone brainwashed, stripped of their self, and acting according to implanted commands would behave. That meant….
‘The balance of the upper dantian has been distorted. This opponent’s martial arts are incomplete.’
But could this truly be called incomplete martial arts?
Though the completion was flawed, at least for a short period, it would display power approaching divine techniques and celestial methods.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Crash!!
Violent swings of the iron mace, striking down in irregular patterns.
The force contained within the mace was extraordinarily heavy. In terms of qi and physical body from the Jingqi-shen trinity, it was genuinely threatening.
‘If there were many opponents like this, the front lines could collapse.’
A master of higher cultivation would quickly detect the flaw in his martial arts, but those of similar level would find him difficult to handle.
In every way, this was a truly bizarre state.
What exactly was the Jeongheol Sect aiming for in creating such opponents?
“Will you keep dodging and running?”
“Well, I’ve seen enough.”
I nodded readily and spoke.
“Let’s end this by taking one final blow directly with my body.”
In that instant, my form vanished.
Whoosh!
When I reappeared, I was directly before Il Na-chal’s eyes.
“…!”
A tremendous surge of force crashed down like a waterfall!
Boundless momentum poured forth in torrents.
Il Na-chal’s pupils lost focus. He panicked and thrust all his strength into swinging his twin iron maces.
Crash!
An explosion erupted across my torso, accompanied by brilliant light.
“Huh?”
Il Na-chal stumbled backward in bewilderment, then burst into delighted laughter.
“Ha, haha, hahaha! Dokgo Myeong! Your reputation was exaggerated! The martial arts of the Dharma Protector Divine Technique are supreme under heaven!”
Clang!
In that moment, a deafening sound rang out, and suddenly both his hands felt light.
Il Na-chal lowered his gaze in confusion.
‘…?!’
His eyes widened as if they would split open.
Crack! Thud!
The iron maces, so hard they were named Indestructible Clubs, lay shattered into fragments.
‘H-how is this possible? It clearly struck my torso directly?’
Il Na-chal quickly raised his head.
There I stood, motionless.
Across my chest where the mace had struck, a wall shimmered like the Milky Way.
An unbreakable martial art—the Immovable Frozen Silver Wall.
“Cough! Ptui!”
Dokgo Myeong spat blood onto the ground.
“You’ve already transcended the framework of blood arts. These creatures conducted quite the interesting experiment.”
“H-how…?”
Il Na-chal’s eyes trembled violently.
Even in those hollow eyes, fear shone with unmistakable clarity.
“You… how are you unharmed?”
“Because I took the blow intentionally.”
Crackle, crackle, crackle!
Black vital energy erupted from every inch of Dokgo Myeong’s body.
It was the vital energy of the North Black Divine Art that had burrowed into his body. How could he dissipate another’s vital energy so effortlessly?
“I hear you’re Il Na-chal of the North Black Heavenly Kings, is that right?”
Flash!
Brilliant light blazed from Dokgo Myeong’s eyes like lightning.
Overwhelmed by that oppressive presence, Il Na-chal answered without thinking.
“Y-yes.”
“How many stand above you?”
“…Only the Na-chal King and the Heavenly King above him.”
“So essentially a commander with one adjutant.”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes gleamed.
“Thank you for the information. I’ll send you off cleanly as payment.”
“…!!”
Thud!
Dokgo Myeong erased the space between them.
‘He’s coming!’
Dokgo Myeong’s left blade swung forth.
In truth, he hadn’t seen it clearly. He’d only caught the movement of his opponent’s shoulder, and by the time he reacted, his vision was already filled with the blade.
Crash! Screech!
The moment he barely blocked the strike, his left blade became entangled with the iron mace that had transformed into a club.
Screech!
The left blade locked both his arms together like a clasp.
And Dokgo Myeong still had his right blade.
“No…!”
Boom!
Blood sprayed.
Dokgo Myeong turned away from the collapsing Il Na-chal without even hearing his scream.
“Seok-du. You can come out now.”
“Yes, Captain.”
As Dokgo Myeong spoke into empty air, a figure dropped from the tree above.
“What happened?”
“We let a few slip through.”
“Why?”
“Several of them broke through at the cost of sacrificing themselves.”
“You didn’t just let them go, did you?”
“Of course we pursued them. Four squads went after them. We’re trying to determine which direction the enemy camp is.”
“Well done. I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”
“He said if it seems feasible, he’ll even aim for the enemy commander’s head.”
“That’ll probably be difficult, but still… the child is becoming more reliable by the day, isn’t he?”
“He’s a proper captain of the main force now. I just worry he’s seeing too much hardship…”
“He chose this path and took responsibility for it. That’s all there is to it.”
Dokgo Myeong slowly approached Shim Ji-san, the Heavenly Sky Commander, who sat with a dazed expression.
Whoosh!
“We’ve returned!”
“Capture complete!”
“Hmm, were we supposed to capture them?”
The scattered Cheonma Sect members gathered one by one toward where Dokgo Myeong stood.
Shim Ji-san watched them with a bewildered expression.
Their military discipline was as chaotic as a marketplace. Though he was quite experienced, he had never seen a unit like this.
“Uh… uh…”
Shim Ji-san still looked dazed as he gazed up at Dokgo Myeong.
Only then could he discern that they had their own center of gravity.
This young man was their center.
“Commander of the Fearless. What is your name?”
Shim Ji-san swallowed the blood rising in his throat and shouted.
“Yes, sir! I am Shim Ji-san, the Heavenly Sky Commander!”
“You’ve worked hard. We’ll handle the recovery of the bodies. Since Jeongheol Disciples might be mixed among the wounded, please check if any unfamiliar faces have slipped in.”
“Of… of course… cough!”
Shim Ji-san staggered and finally coughed up blood.
Dokgo Myeong asked.
“Are your internal injuries severe?”
“No… I’m fine.”
“Stay still for a moment.”
Dokgo Myeong suddenly gripped Shim Ji-san’s shoulder.
Whooooom!
‘Gasp!’
A vast ocean of vital energy surged forth and settled within Shim Ji-san’s body.
He thought his internal injuries would worsen, but suddenly the suppressed inner force erupted like wildfire, beginning to fill his dantian.
“What… what is this?”
“First, tell me the situation. Have they started disrupting the supply lines?”
“N-no, that’s not it. There were no enemies in this sector originally, but we came under sudden attack today.”
“Now that we’ve finished assessing our relative strength, it seems they intend to shake up the rear lines… Soldier, what do you make of it?”
“There’s also the possibility that someone capable of actually commanding troops has taken position, unlike before.”
Dokgo Myeong nodded.
“Assign a few men to help. See that this place is cleaned up and the main force can return promptly.”
“You’re not going with them?”
Dokgo Myeong shook his head and turned to regard the Cheonma Sect forces awaiting only his command.
“Since I’ve come this far, I might as well leave my mark on the enemy.”

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