Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 353

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Chapter 353
In the heart of the battlefield.
Dokgo Yeon, enduring the enemy’s coordinated assault like a sudden downpour, unleashed a thunderous battle cry.
“Krraaaaaaagh!”
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Her spear strikes were wild and uncontrolled, swung blindly as blood streamed down over her eyes. Openings in her defense were inevitable.
Crash!
Dokgo Yeon was struck by something and sent sliding backward.
Blood spilled from her lips, yet her mouth curved into a smile.
“There you are?”
Dokgo Yeon drove her spear forward like a lightning bolt.
Bang!
“Ugh!”
Another one caught. She didn’t see it—she felt it through the feedback of her weapon.
Bang!
Dokgo Yeon didn’t pause, immediately pivoting as she swept her spear in a wide arc.
Screeeech!
Her spear clashed repeatedly against the enemy weapons.
With an eerie sound, killing intent pressed in from both sides.
Crash!
She blocked the right, but missed the left. She staggered and was forced back several steps sideways.
Before she could regain her stance, a sinister crimson energy wave surged toward her from the front.
Bang! Boom boom boom!
She quickly erected a barrier of energy to block it, but then a sharp blue fist shockwave pierced through from behind.
‘These annoying bastards.’
This wasn’t merely coordinated—they moved as a single body.
Well, it made sense.
What was the difference in numbers anyway?
‘But monkeys joining forces are still just monkeys!’
Dokgo Yeon’s eyes flashed as her lips twisted upward.
“You crazy monkey bastards are really getting on my nerves!”
Dokgo Yeon suddenly extended her hand.
Slash slash slash slash slash!
Countless cuts erupted across her forearm as blood sprayed.
But with that sacrifice, she managed to snag the clothing of an enemy pressing in from the side.
“Ack!”
A groan burst from the enemy’s mouth, and Dokgo Yeon grinned wickedly.
‘So that’s where your head is.’
Dokgo Yeon threw her head back sharply, then drove it forward toward the source of the groan.
Bang! Crash! Crash!
A Natchal whose face had been completely pulped collapsed to the ground with a thud.
“Ugh… my head’s killing me.”
Dokgo Yeon grimaced for a moment before bursting into laughter.
“Hahaha! That makes another one!”
She laughed heartily, then bowed respectfully at the waist with a sudden flourish.
Whoosh!
Without even looking, she dodged the iron mace of the Northern Sky Sect Disciple who had ambushed from behind.
“You attack someone while they’re talking?”
“Hup!”
The Natchal hastily retrieved his mace and swung it again.
But Dokgo Yeon was already driving her fist forward instead of her spear.
Crack!
“Gasp!”
The moment her strike connected, Dokgo Yeon opened her palm and seized the creature by the throat.
‘Doesn’t look like I’ll get a good angle for the spear.’
Can’t be helped.
Dokgo Yeon sank her teeth into the thrashing creature’s neck.
Crunch! Splurt!
“Aaaahhh!”
Blood fountained forth.
Dokgo Yeon hurled the limp body of the Natchal aside like a sack of grain.
“Phew, phew… Now then, let’s see how many are left.”
Dokgo Yeon wiped the blood from her eyes with her sleeve, which was equally soaked in crimson.
“Oh, the numbers have dropped quite a bit. Just two left besides you, the Great Naja or whatever.”
“…”
“Are those two mid-rank and low-rank Najas? I’ll send them your way one by one, so wait your turn.”
The Great Naja’s eyes wavered.
‘That creature…’
This was not a martial artist’s duel.
It was a brawl, pure and simple. Head-butting, rolling on the ground, clawing at dirt, biting with teeth—she held nothing back.
And yet she had already sent several of the Pacheonggun’s elite masters to their graves.
Even while facing a combined assault from multiple opponents!
Crack! Boom-boom-boom!
Before anyone could even gasp, Dokgo Yeon had felled another Natchal.
Staggering, she planted her spear firmly into the ground to steady herself.
“I’ll admit, the combined assault was rather fierce. I nearly ended up meeting the King of Hell.”
“This insane woman…”
“Insane woman? Your mouth’s got a serious disease. Who exactly are you calling insane, you lunatics?”
“Looking at the state of you…”
The words were cut short mid-breath.
Dokgo Yeon seized that half-breath of opportunity and launched a surprise attack, stamping the ground beneath her.
‘Attacking first despite that condition—such audacity!’
Even recklessness had its limits.
The Great Naja hastily extended his commander’s blade.
Clang! Screech-screech-screech!
Dokgo Yeon’s Dokgo Family martial art, the Primal Chaos Fierce Spear Form, dominated the space.
The Primal Chaos Fierce Spear Form was the Primal Chaos Technique—one of the Dokgo Family’s Eight Divine Arts—adapted specifically for her. Since its origin lay in sword techniques, slashing rather than thrusting formed the foundation of her moves.
“Ugh!”
Dokgo Yeon was driven backward in a continuous retreat.
Her left arm was drenched in blood, rendered useless.
‘But why!’
Boom!
The moment the Great Naja met the commander’s blade head-on, his grip erupted with searing pain.
‘Why am I being pushed back!’
“Krraaagh!”
Dokgo Yeon unleashed a battle cry, driving her spear forward in rapid succession with one hand.
Boom! Crash-crash! Boom-boom-boom!
The Great Naja was relentlessly driven back by the torrential spear strikes.
Against the destructive spear attacks that swept across his entire front, the Great Naja found himself unable to seize any advantage.
“This is impossible!”
“What nonsense!”
“I sacrificed so much to forge this absolute divine art… so why am I losing to you of all people!”
Screech-screech-screech!
Attacks fueled by such intense emotion left countless openings.
Dokgo Yeon deflected the Great Naja’s assault with ease, her expression mocking.
“Fool. Where in this world does such an absolute divine art exist?”
Her eyes gleamed.
“Every martial art has its own perspective on ultimate strength.”
“Nonsense! The Northern Sky Divine Art’s Four Streams of Martial Flow is supreme under heaven!”
Idiots, the lot of them. Is that why they coveted such mediocre techniques?
Martial arts weren’t cooking—adding a bit more of this, mixing in a bit of that, wouldn’t make them stronger.
Martial arts weren’t what mattered. What always mattered was the person.
This was something that arrogant cousin of hers always said.
“With this divine art, I’ll capture and kill you!”
Crash-crash-crash!
The Great Naja gripped his blade with both hands and wielded it at tremendous speed.
Whoosh! Boom!
In an instant, a massive sword aura surged toward Dokgo Yeon’s front.
The aura then bloomed like a flower, transforming into dozens of slashing attacks—phantom blades given substance.
Dokgo Yeon watched and smiled faintly.
“Let me show you the fare for the journey to the afterlife.”
Smooth and swift.
Dokgo Yeon’s spear blade moved.
“The essence of martial arts is this.”
The foundation of the spear and everything itself.
The principle of Lannaja, which even the Great Naja understood, bloomed from the tip of her spear.
Kwagagagakang!
Every sword energy cutting through the void exploded simultaneously.
With a body battered and broken, barely able to muster true energy, she had blocked all of the Great Naja’s fatal strikes.
“…!!”
As the decisive blow bounced back, the Great Naja paled in shock and urgently retreated backward.
But Dokgo Yeon did not pursue.
‘Why?’
In that instant, Dokgo Yeon rotated her body greatly.
The spear shaft gripped short. Her right half bent back as if lying down.
It was the posture of a spear throw.
Soon the spear shot from Dokgo Yeon’s hand.
Thwack! Booooom!
The sound of air being torn erupted like the explosion of a thunderbolt.
“Gaaahhh….”
The Great Naja, pinned to the ground with the spear lodged in his chest.
Dokgo Yeon staggered forward toward him.
“You, you… how, how….”
Dokgo Yeon grasped the spear shaft and placed one foot on the Great Naja’s torso.
Shuuuack!
She wrenched the spear free and opened her mouth.
“A defeated dog talks too much.”
Dokgo Yeon did not even savor the joy of victory, simply turned and walked away before collapsing heavily to the ground.
“Lord Jimeol! Lord Jimeol!”
Then, someone rushed to support her as she was about to fall.
Dokgo Yeon asked with half-closed eyes.
“Who are you? An enemy?”
“Would an enemy call themselves an enemy?”
“This voice? Child?”
The woman supporting Dokgo Yeon, Ye-hwa, scrunched her face in frustration.
Did the people of the Dokgo Family have some terminal illness where they would die if they didn’t call her a child?
But today, she could not curse at her.
“What happened? Why are you in enemy territory?”
“Because we pushed through everything.”
“…?”
Ye-hwa continued with an urgent voice.
“The Second and Third Groups’ fronts have connected! Excluding the forces that went toward the First Group, the enemy has fewer than five hundred left!”
“…!”
“It’s all thanks to Melsa Daeju handling all the enemy masters. It’s over now!”
Her words rang true.
This battlefield that Dokgo Myeong had entrusted to me.
The variables I had worried about were sealed off by Dokgo Yeon and the Cheonma Sect.
Dokgo Yeon had buried the key masters alone in the earth, while the rest were swept away entirely by the Cheonma Sect under Namgung Sohwa’s command.
A great victory—a true great victory.
“Hehehehe, that’s right. It was my doing. Did you hear? Jang Mu-ak, you bastard… hehe!”
Dokgo Yeon spoke incoherently, as if her mind was clouded.
Then suddenly she regained her senses and asked.
“But that bastard Dokgo Myeong… what is he doing right now? I can’t feel his presence.”
“He went to the rear. It’s the final battle.”
“The rear… then….”
Dokgo Yeon gazed toward a distant place with hazy eyes.
But that was when it happened.
A chill ran down her spine!
Dokgo Yeon suddenly felt a shudder and whipped her head around.
Toward the rear battlefield where Dokgo Myeong was.
* * *
Boom!
In an instant, my Hyeonchul Sword was sent flying to the side.
My eyes widened. Jimeol Magoon was suddenly right in front of me.
“Arrogant bastard! I’ll kill you!”
Screeeeeech!
The surrounding air was torn asunder, and a metallic explosion echoed through the space.
“Cough!”
The martial robes beneath the Dragon Scale Cannon shattered. From my right shoulder to my left hip, my skin split open and blood poured forth.
‘I can endure this!’
My eyes flashed as I looked forward.
Boom!
Jimeol Magoon brought his stone staff crashing down.
An ashen storm surged forward.
As always, I chose to advance rather than retreat.
Thud! Crash!
The leg force generated from my feet traveled through my entire body’s muscles and sinews, transmitting power to the tip of my Hyeonchul Sword.
Boom!
The ashen wave that had blocked my view was torn wide open.
I immediately stomped the ground.
Clang! Clang-clang-clang!
The stone staff and the crimson iron sword collided.
Each impact produced a deafening roar.
Dust billowed upward only to be driven outward, then pulled back by the gravitational force emanating from Jimeol Magoon, before erupting skyward like a whirlwind from the explosion of Cheonwae Young-dan.
“You dare underestimate me, Dokgo Myeong!”
Huaaaack!
Jimeol Magoon’s strike came crashing down.
Tremendous qi spiraled around his fist.
‘I must evade…’
Dokgo Myeong’s body froze as he tried to pull his feet back.
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes widened.
‘My legs won’t move?’
No—it wasn’t that his legs wouldn’t move. His body was being drawn in by the suction force emanating from Jimeol’s technique.
“Ugh!”
Boom!
Dokgo Myeong extended his fist to block the strike, but he detected that the point of impact was slightly misaligned.
The opponent’s qi had shaken even my foundation.
“Om!”
Suddenly, Jimeol Magoon unleashed a strange incantation and swung his staff with tremendous force.
Whirrrring!
In that instant, I saw Jimeol Magoon’s form shimmer as if wrapped in heat haze.
‘Sorcery!’
Clang! Boom!
Jimeol Magoon’s knee drove toward my abdomen.
I blocked with my elbow, but my arm was sent flying upward.
Yet Jimeol Magoon’s expression twisted with shock.
‘Only a slight tremor in my true qi despite Daegang’s illusion technique?’
Normally, it should not have ended with mere qi disturbance. His foundation should have been completely shaken, his body collapsing.
But what is this?
Boom! Thud! Crack!
Ominous explosions erupted continuously between them.
Dokgo Myeong was sent flying, yet charged back again, and even as he coughed blood from direct hits, he stamped the ground.
Jimeol Magoon felt increasingly bewildered.
‘Why?’
Jimeol Magoon’s eye twitched faintly.
‘Why won’t his momentum break?’
Jimeol Magoon felt confusion, then suddenly understood.
Whiiiing!
Concentric ripples of force continuously emanated from Dokgo Myeong’s feet.
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes blazed with light.
‘Did he finally catch on?’
Kwaaaaaang!
The deafening explosion shattered the air.
It was the sound of the Silver Han Wall, containing the essence of the Dark Heaven Technique, being pierced by the stone spear’s strike.
Kuuuung!
Even as Dokgo Myeong was pushed back, he launched a surprise attack—the first strike of the Heavenly Wheel Flame Palm.
“How dare you!”
Ji-myeol Magoon unleashed his force to deflect the incoming Hyeonchul Sword.
But then he witnessed something shocking.
Skaaaaagh!
The Hyeonchul Sword was tearing through the Ji-myeol Technique.
Like silk being ripped apart, the Hyeonchul Sword plunged through the fractured force.
Kwaaang!
“Kuh?!”
For the first time, Ji-myeol Magoon grasped his arm and was driven backward.
Dokgo Myeong grinned wickedly.
“This is all thanks to the karma you’ve sown! Accept it gracefully!”
Dokgo Myeong pressed forward relentlessly.
‘Just as expected—the Heavenly Outer Spirit Orb and the Dragon Scale Formation are performing perfectly.’
The spiritual energy of the Heavenly Outer Spirit Orb neutralized his blood energy. The Dragon Scale Formation completely blocked the infiltration of the advancing Ji-myeol Technique, Bloodfiend Technique, and sorcerous attacks.
Mutual restraint. And both of these were obtained from the karmic sins scattered by the Jeongheol Sect.
‘Moreover, that bastard’s martial form itself hasn’t changed much. The breaking method is working!’
The Bloodfiend Technique had known the breaking method long ago.
Ji-myeol Technique had also been studied relentlessly since that day when I met him at the back mountain of the Dokgo Family.
Kwaling!
The two figures rushed at each other.
Kwang! Crack!
With the collision, Dokgo Myeong lost his balance and was pushed backward.
Their expressions showed contrasting emotions.
Surprisingly, it was Dokgo Myeong who wore a smile.
“This… this…!”
Only then did Ji-myeol Magoon grasp the situation and gnashed his teeth.
“Mutual restraint or not, the difference in power is crystal clear!”
Ji-myeol Magoon unleashed his blood energy, blood light blazing from his eyes.
Kwagagagaggang!
His force pushed, tore, and ground through the atmosphere.
But Dokgo Myeong simply took one powerful step forward and dispersed it all.
Fussssss!
As the energy wave surged forward, Ji-myeol Magoon felt a mysterious infiltrating force.
He hastily shook it off, but in that moment of carelessness, he lost sight of Dokgo Myeong.
‘Where is that one?’
In that instant, a terrifying killing intent surged from behind.
‘Behind!’
Crack! Whoosh!
Blood erupted from Ji-myeol Magoon’s shoulder blade.
Dokgo Myeong, who had brought his sword down, was certain.
‘This battle!’
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes blazed with light.
‘We have a chance to win!’
Boom!
The deafening explosion shook the entire battlefield.

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