Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 348

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Chapter 348
Mo Yong-wi, the Na-chal King of the Pacheonggun’s Southern Heaven Corps, was in fact nothing more than an ordinary boy in his youth—working as an innkeeper, running errands for drinks and spirits.
Though he bore the Moyong surname, he came from such a distant and obscure branch that his genealogy was unclear. His rise to become a Pacheonggun soldier was purely a matter of fortune.
“You there, you have talent. And your surname is Moyong? Where do you hail from?”
“My grandfather used the name Ungcheon, and my father was called Hongbyeon. When we migrated from Yodong to the Central Plains, our bloodline settled in Gangseong, or so I’ve been told….”
“Oh, then you’re practically my nephew! This is fate indeed. Would you have any interest in joining the Moyong Family?”
To be noticed by a martial artist from the main Moyong household who happened to visit the inn was truly the opportunity of a lifetime.
“Must you really go? If you wish to learn martial arts, I could recommend a suitable sect….”
“How could a Moyong join any sect other than the Moyong Household?”
“The rumors surrounding the main house lately have not been favorable. Please, reconsider this.”
“Father knows nothing! That’s why someone of noble blood like me is stuck running an inn in this remote backwater!”
….
Mo Yong-wi left home that very day and became a martial artist of the Moyong Family, displaying considerable talent in the martial arts and rising swiftly through the ranks.
Before long, his heart swelled with pride whenever he thought of the Moyong Household. He believed the main house was the only family capable of governing the realm, and that soon all of the Central Plains would recognize which was truly the greatest house under heaven. And he would share in that glory as the vanguard of the Moyong Family.
Then one day.
“I hear that someone named Dokgo Myeong denounced the Moyong Family’s misdeeds at the Hall of Enlightenment?”
“We three great families will not share the same boat as the Moyong Household.”
“How could you join hands with heretical sects! The Moyong Household Master must explain himself at once!”
Mud had been slung upon the Moyong Family’s name.
It was an absurd slander. Why would the Moyong Household commit such acts?
Of course, he had carried out countless deeds under the family’s orders—murder, arson, kidnapping, plunder, and more. But wasn’t such conduct something all the martial world engaged in?
‘I don’t understand. Why must only the main house bear such false accusations?’
Why could the martial world not bear to see the main house prosper? What grudge did they harbor against the Moyong Family?
The Household Master provided a clear answer to his doubts.
“These arrogant Central Plains people despise us as barbarians and reject us.”
It was a kind of enlightenment.
The evil lay with the Central Plains people. The entrenched powers of the martial world.
That he, talented as he was, had lived as a mere innkeeper, that the Moyong Family faced rejection—it was all the slander and conspiracy of Central Plains profiteers.
Especially the Dokgo Household.
When one traced the roots, these people of the same origin led the charge in attacking them.
How despicable. Not content with stealing the title of greatest house under heaven, they became lackeys of the Central Plains and attacked us!
“The main house seeks a disciple to learn the newly created martial techniques. What do you say?”
“Of course. I pledged long ago to dedicate this life to the sect.”
Of course, his father who came to find him spoke nonsense.
“Wi! Why are you still here! Even seeing the Moyong Family’s wrongs, have you still not come to your senses!”
“That is all merely slander from hypocritical Central Plains martial artists!”
Thus he learned the divine technique.
It was martial arts worthy of the family name. Day by day he felt himself growing stronger and redoubled his training efforts.
But when did it begin?
When his emotions gradually faded and he ceased to question the orders of the Heavenly Kings?
I no longer dreamed my own dreams, thinking only of the Moyong Family.
‘No, that’s not right. The clan is me, and I am the clan.’
Now the battle for dominion over all under heaven was beginning.
The Dokgo Household, which had become lackeys to the treacherous martial world of the Central Plains.
A battle awaited them to bring divine retribution upon those villains and reclaim the false title of the greatest family under heaven.
“At last, this is it. Once we pass through this narrow gorge, we reach the final battlefield!”
Mo Yong-wi—no, the Na-chal King of the Southern Heavenly Army—shouted loudly, rallying the soldiers’ morale.
His eyes gleamed with intensity.
‘There it is!’
Despite the relentless interference from the Cheonma Sect, they had arrived at the predetermined battlefield.
Once they passed through this narrow passage and established their position in the widening terrain beyond, the holy war for dominion under heaven would begin, starting with the annihilation of the Dokgo Household’s Left Army.
But something felt wrong.
‘Why is it so quiet?’
The entire world was silent—far too silent.
Even on a mountain path with dense forests on both sides… no, precisely because of that, shouldn’t they hear the sounds of wild beasts or insects?
‘Why aren’t those Cheonma Sect bastards attacking suddenly?’
That was when it happened.
“What in the world is that…!”
The Great Naja let out a cry of alarm.
Mo Yong-wi also looked ahead and felt bewildered.
‘What is that? That’s where we should be standing…’
Countless figures appeared before them.
Could they be allies?
No, that was impossible.
Then these must be…
“Enemy forces!”
“Prepare yourselves! Ambush! The Left Army of—!”
Cries of alarm from the Great Naja and the other Natchal warriors erupted from all directions.
That was when it happened.
Kerooooarrr!
A thunderous roar swept over the Pacheonggun forces.
All eyes turned toward the steep slope on the flank above.
There, silhouetted against the sun with a golden mane streaming in the wind, a Mystical Beast looked down upon them.
And everything began.
Rumble rumble rumble! Crash!
Logs and massive boulders began rolling down toward the Pacheonggun forces at tremendous speed. The enemy had already set up an ambush on the flank as well.
“All Natchal warriors! Forget the front—focus on the flank! Hold the flank!”
Crack! Boom boom boom!
“Aaaahhh!”
“Gahhh!”
The masters rushed forward swiftly, yet they could not block everything. The logs and boulders dragged along torrents of earth that buried the Patcheon Army soldiers.
That was not the end. Arrows, poison, and thunderbolt pellets rained down upon their heads as chaos engulfed them.
Boom-boom-boom-boom!
“Excellent! Second Group! Advance! We annihilate the Patcheon Army here!”
“Waaaaaaaah!”
“Third Group! Now is the moment! Charge!”
“Assault!”
Mo Yong-wi trembled as he surveyed his surroundings.
A hell designed solely for the Patcheon Army unfolded before him.
* * *
“At last, the moment of final battle has arrived! The enemy is a rat trapped in poison! This victory shall belong not to the main household alone, but to all of us!”
Dokgo Yeon’s resonant cry swept across the Third Group.
“Let us sever the limbs of those beasts unworthy of the name, and wet our blades with their blood! Follow me, warriors of the greatest martial clan under heaven!”
In any case, that woman Dokgo Yeon could accomplish anything if given the slightest opportunity.
At Dokgo Yeon’s brief speech, the morale of the Third Group did not merely rise—it exploded. The moment they disrupted the enemy formation with pre-positioned equipment and weapons, they launched their assault with overwhelming momentum.
“Forward! Advance!”
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
The sound of martial artists propelling themselves across the earth shook the very ground.
The Patcheon Army, unable to act decisively in either direction and wavering in confusion, was now completely exposed to the combined assault of the Second and Third Groups.
Clang-clang-clang-clang!
The sound of clashing metal erupted from all directions.
The Left Army, already accustomed to the Patcheon Army’s bizarre tactics, deployed their killing formations without hesitation.
Boom!
In battle, seizing momentum at the outset is paramount.
The elite masters of the Left Army immediately threw themselves into the front lines, deepening the chaos.
“From the Namcheon direction! The Cheonma Sect Leader!”
“Changbong Dokgo Yeon on the flank!”
“At the front… Moo Cheon Dae-ju! One of the Left Army’s greatest masters!”
Boom-boom-boom-boom!
The battle lines began to crumble in an instant.
Screams and chaos filled the air.
The Great Naja stared with bloodshot eyes, trying to comprehend what he should do.
“Krraaaagh!”
“Great Naja! Your orders!”
“This… what is this….”
What in the world was happening?
They should have been the ones encircling the enemy, so why had they become the encircled instead?
‘What, what exactly should I….’
His mind felt utterly blank.
With no commanders to issue him orders, the Great Naja foolishly attempted to resolve everything through sheer force.
‘If I kill the enemy’s master expert, that will be enough!’
Wouldn’t everything be resolved if I eliminated the enemy commander?
At that moment, someone entered the Great Naja’s field of vision.
“Krahaha! You’re nothing but a scarecrow!”
Kwang! Puh-buh-buk!
It was Dokgo Yeon. Wherever her spear swept, a path of destruction was carved into existence.
There it was.
The fiercest explosive force erupted from that very spot.
The Great Naja shouted.
“I will block Dokgo Yeon from the flank! Natchals, seal the front!”
“But Great Naja!”
“What is it now!”
“Then, if that’s the case… what are we supposed to do about that monster?!”
The Great Naja’s body froze as he looked in the direction the Natchal was pointing.
“Cheonma Sect! Follow me! Tear through them!”
“Yes!”
Dokgo Myeong, wielding the Dragon Scale Halberd, plunged into the flank like a flying blade.
That was it.
If one sought to correct everything through sheer force…
Who in the world could possibly stop that monster?
* * *
Once I identified the enemy’s weaknesses, I never forgot them.
My sensory threads activated to their extreme, piercing precisely through the gaps in the Pacheonggun formation.
“This way! Stay close behind me!”
Dozens of weapons blocked my path, but to me they felt like mere toothpicks.
Zzzzzzzzzt!
More than a dozen Pacheonggun soldiers blocking the way were sent flying backward at once. Among those helplessly driven into the ground, some would never rise again.
Hwah-ruk!
A brilliant light flashed like flames in my eyes.
Enemies ahead, allies behind.
It vaguely reminded me of when the Cheonma Sect first fell into a hopeless encirclement.
But the situation then and now were different, and the martial power I possessed was different.
‘Everything has changed now.’
Whoosh!
Without hesitation, I opened the realm of ascension.
Sound slowed, enemies slowed, and eventually the entire world slowed. Only I remained whole and unaffected.
Uuuuuuung!
The flow of all forces—my inner and outer qi, my own and the world’s—became so vividly clear I could almost grasp them in my hands.
Puh-hwah-aak!
Countless blades came crashing down from the front.
I spotted a thread-thin gap and a single sword strike was enough to tear it open as wide as a road.
Kwaaang!
The path burst wide open.
Patcheon Army soldiers tumbled across the ground in all directions, their eyes wide with shock.
‘More concise.’
Countless threads of force crisscrossing through the air filled my vision.
In that moment, I grasped the essence of martial arts and learned how to make the flow of power my own.
Now I understood that power was not merely about spreading force outward.
Clang!
The explosive sound from my Hyeonchul Sword noticeably diminished.
‘No, more precisely.’
Whoosh!
The brilliant gleam of true energy that had danced across my entire body quickly faded.
I hadn’t reduced my power—I had converged and compressed it. My martial arts had advanced another level.
“How is this—!”
Crack!
With a short, decisive strike, the steel sword wielded by the Patcheon Army soldier crumpled like mud.
In the slowed world, he couldn’t even scream before being sent flying backward.
Boom! Crackle!
The weapons blocking my path felt as flimsy as those made of sand.
This was it.
This was how to use power completely.
Bang!
Five soldiers crumbled in an instant from a single strike.
That was when it happened.
“Graaah!”
One soldier rushed at me from behind.
But he didn’t know that since this war began, no one had ever caught me from behind.
Screech! Thud!
“Gack!”
An iron projectile came flying from somewhere and struck his body hard.
It was covering fire from Ye-hwa.
Boom boom boom!
Poisoned darts and iron projectiles rained down not just on me but across the battlefield. Ye-hwa’s unit had become the most reliable support force protecting our allies in this chaotic melee.
“Ugh, ugh….”
“Cough! Hack!”
Eventually, no one dared to rush at me anymore.
The Patcheon Army soldiers surrounding me hesitated as one, none bold enough to charge forward. Their sword tips trembled in their hands, and some had already retreated, extending only their arms while their bodies shrank back.
The Cheonma Sect, and I, were reminding these emotionless Patcheon soldiers of fear.
“Captain. Your orders.”
During a brief standoff, Namgung Sohwa steadied her breathing from behind Dokgo Myeong and spoke.
“We wheel hard to the left. Tear through everything and break out.”
“Jeon Myeong!”
Whiiiiiing!
As the Hyeonchel Heavy Sword began to emit its terrifying vibrations once more, the morale of the Cheonma Sect Disciples surged without end.
In the eyes of the Pacheonggun soldiers, hesitation and fear bloomed anew.
“Cheonma Sect! Annihilate the enemy!”
Following Namgung Sohwa’s cry, the troops began to move.
* * *
The battlefield descended into utter chaos.
The Second Group held the front line firm, displaying the majesty of an iron wall. The Third Group, led by Dokgo Yeon, utterly crushed the flank offensive.
Meanwhile, the Cheonma Sect pierced deep into enemy lines like a dagger, shattering the enemy’s organic coordination entirely.
‘We’ve been had.’
Only then did the Great Naja realize it.
This had all been the enemy’s trap.
The situation was already beyond recovery.
“Retreat… Retreat now!”
Finally, he issued that command.
“All forces, about face! Withdraw and regroup with the Heavenly Kings! Hurry! Stop fighting and flee!”
But it was impossible.
Soon word reached his ears from the rear.
“An enemy force led by Dokgo Gun is approaching at rapid speed!”
“What?!”
Craaaaaash!
Before he could even react in shock, a deafening explosion erupted from behind.
Though too distant to see, he could feel the fierce sword energy sweeping toward them.
“Black Dragon…!”
Thus, the First Army led by Dokgo Gun had finally arrived on this battlefield.

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