Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 36

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Chapter 36
Dokgo Ak sat frozen between standing and sitting, swallowing dryly again and again, his face twisted in distress.
‘This… this damned bastard…’
Cold sweat beaded down my back. My lips had gone so dry they stung.
Dokgo Ak hastily opened his mouth, desperate to clarify the misunderstanding.
“Ah, no, it’s not like that, I mean…”
Dokgo Ak stammered, cold sweat dripping down his face.
‘It wasn’t me! This bastard was trying to make a fool of me!’
…but I couldn’t bring myself to say such a thing for the sake of dignity.
‘This is maddening!’
Dokgo Ak bit his lip hard.
I couldn’t back down now. If I tried to explain it away as a misunderstanding here, only the Clan and I would look ridiculous.
‘Fine, this works out better anyway.’
After all, every eye in the hall wasn’t fixed on me right now.
Dokgo Ak glanced at Dokgo Myeong, then his expression hardened completely.
You bastard, did you really think I’d be intimidated by something like this?
Dokgo Ak puffed out his chest and shouted.
“…As neighbors of the Jingcheng Alliance and the greatest family under heaven, if the Paedobyeon desires unjust war, the Dokgo Clan will not stand idle!”
The hall erupted in commotion.
And Wi Mu-jin burst into laughter.
“Ah, finally something worth hearing.”
“…”
“But tell me—is that your opinion, or the opinion of the one standing behind you?”
Wi Mu-jin’s eyes shifted slightly.
Not toward Dokgo Ak, but toward Dokgo Myeong behind him.
Catching that gaze, Dokgo Ak’s eyes twisted in fury.
Stepping forward, Dokgo Ak’s face flushed as he shouted.
“It is the opinion of Dokgo Ak, representing the Dokgo Clan!”
“Representing the Dokgo Clan, you say?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You?”
“…!”
“I speak of war, boy of the Dokgo Clan.”
Wi Mu-jin sneered.
“I’ll let it slide this time. But gain the qualifications to stand behind your words before you wag your tongue.”
His tone was as if he were scolding a child.
No matter how much Dokgo Ak and Dokgo Myeong claimed to represent the Dokgo Clan, they were merely youths in their early twenties. He had struck the vital point—that they lacked the standing to decide anything in a place where the word “war” was being spoken.
But then.
‘How dare you… what?’
The Dokgo Clan’s reckless heir was never one to reason with.
‘No matter how much of a “Heavenly Tyrant” he claims to be, he’s nothing but the leader of some heretical rabble. What gives him the right to speak like that?’
Fire ignited in Dokgo Ak’s eyes.
“Ha, qualifications?”
Dokgo Ak’s nose wrinkled as he began to lose control.
“My grandfather is Dokgo Cheon, and I am the blood heir of the Cheonha Jeil Sega itself—who could possibly have more qualifications than me!”
Wi Mu-jin stared directly at Dokgo Ak.
Dokgo Ak continued speaking with unbridled confidence.
“And what, war? Does the Sect Leader feel confident about that? Do you have the confidence to face the might of the Great Dokgo Clan?”
Dokgo Ak, who had been hurling words in his excitement, breathed heavily through his nose.
Then, suddenly, he came to his senses.
‘…I’ve really done it now.’
However, contrary to Dokgo Ak’s thoughts, the atmosphere in the Main Hall flowed in an unexpected direction.
No matter how direct a bloodline Dokgo Ak was, he couldn’t speak of war without the Main Sect’s permission.
In other words, they all interpreted this not as Dokgo Ak’s intention, but as the Family Head’s will.
Of course, the reality was different.
‘Has the Dokgo Clan made some sort of deal with the Jingcheng Alliance?’
‘This is quite unexpected.’
‘It seems this will pass without incident after all.’
‘The Paedobyeon Sect Leader’s position has become laughable.’
Everyone in the hall exhaled in relief, their hearts suddenly lightened.
“The might of the Dokgo Clan, you say….”
After staring silently at Dokgo Ak for a moment, Wi Mu-jin opened his mouth once more.
And then, a faint smile played across his lips.
“Well then, let’s see about that.”
A chill ran down the spine.
At those final words, Dokgo Ak felt every hair on his body stand on end.
“W-wait….”
It was at that moment. A rough hand seized Dokgo Ak’s shoulder and yanked him back.
“Duck.”
Dokgo Myeong’s urgent voice pierced his ear. Dokgo Ak had no chance to resist as he was pulled backward.
Immediately after.
Boom!
A tremendous wave of energy swept across the spot where Dokgo Ak had been standing.
* * *
Crash!
Debris rained down like a downpour upon the Dokgo Clan’s section.
Everyone gasped in shock.
The Paedobyeon Sect Leader had launched an attack!
“This, this madness….”
“Paedobyeon Sect Leader! What is the meaning of this!”
Wi Mu-jin seemed oblivious to their words, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he fixed his gaze on one particular spot.
“You blocked that?”
Crash!
The dust that had billowed up dissipated, and Dokgo Myeong walked out from within it.
“Then should I just take the hit?”
Dokgo Myeong tore away at the tattered sleeve of his right arm and glared at Wi Mu-jin.
Between Wi Mu-jin and this spot.
There was easily a distance of three zhang. Yet across such a distance, a single strike had landed.
There was no warning of the attack, no proper footwork. Simply by extending his fist from a seated position, he had achieved this result.
“…Tsk, it seems the title of Fighting King was earned through sneak attacks?”
In that instant, Dokgo Myeong’s eyes changed.
“You struck first. Remember that.”
“What?”
Whoooosh!
A crimson mist-like vital energy blazed around Dokgo Myeong’s body like wildfire, erupting in an instant.
Inner force exploded outward with such intensity that it seemed capable of burning down the entire Main Hall in that very moment.
Boom!
Dokgo Myeong’s figure stretched forward.
“…!”
Wi Mu-jin, who had been leisurely reclined in his chair throughout, suddenly shot to his feet.
Bang!
A deafening explosion erupted.
Wi Mu-jin’s figure was driven backward.
Thud!
One step.
The Fighting King Wi Mu-jin was pushed back a full step.
“…This bastard?”
Wi Mu-jin’s eyes widened as he stared ahead.
“Why, did you think I’d just stand there and take it?”
Crack!
Dokgo Myeong clenched his fist with a smile.
* * *
Wi Mu-jin’s eyes blazed with fierce brilliance.
He had been pushed back.
This Fighting King, by a mere single strike!
“Hahaha! This is entertaining. My eyes were right after all.”
Clap!
Wi Mu-jin struck his fists together and lowered his stance.
“Let’s have some fun then.”
Whoooosh!
A pale gray qi from the Heavenly Tremor Divine Art bloomed across Wi Mu-jin’s entire body.
The next instant, Wi Mu-jin’s fist drove mercilessly through the air.
“Stop! What are you doing…!”
Boom!
Kang Yeop-cheong’s cry, who had shot to his feet, was buried beneath the explosion that erupted from Wi Mu-jin.
Crash!
No subtlety. No gentleness.
Just an extreme martial technique pursuing absolute power—the Shattering Wasteland Ten Forms struck toward Dokgo Myeong’s brow.
‘That fool!’
Drawing upon the Dokgo Family’s secret martial arts right from the start!
Dokgo Myeong gritted his teeth and crossed both arms, thrusting them forward.
Crack! Ugh!
Both arms snapped upward from the impact.
He had blocked it, but the sound from his arm bones was ominous. The protective qi of the Hyocheongong that he had painstakingly cultivated shattered completely.
Thud!
Wi Mu-jin did not stop there.
The moment his extended right leg touched the ground, the fist prepared behind him shot forward in a straight line toward his solar plexus.
Dokgo Myeong’s brow furrowed.
‘I cannot evade.’
Whirrrrr!
Every sense in his body screamed a warning.
He could neither dodge nor block. His instincts found no path to safety.
‘Then I have no choice but to take it.’
Dokgo Myeong surged his qi and threw his body forward into the blow.
Boom!
Dokgo Myeong’s body flew through the air and crashed to the ground.
“Cough!”
He rose immediately, but blood mixed with his breath as he exhaled.
Wi Mu-jin’s eyes twisted as he watched.
‘He’s standing?’
That strike had been aimed to inflict at least serious injury.
Yet Dokgo Myeong stood. His body wavered only briefly as he failed to fully dissipate the impact.
‘Did he throw his body forward before the strike landed? Recklessly?’
Wi Mu-jin let out a hollow laugh.
He had taken the blow early to reduce its force.
This was not even martial technique.
It was improvisation—a fighting method that could only be obtained by narrowly escaping death countless times.
Throb!
In that moment, Wi Mu-jin felt a strange sensation in his extended forearm.
A glance revealed it had turned slightly red. Even while taking the blow, Dokgo Myeong had struck his own elbow against Wi Mu-jin’s forearm.
“Haha, who would have thought the stuffy Dokgo Clan harbored a child like you!”
Wi Mu-jin had cast aside all tedium and complexity.
He was a combat king—in the arena, he simply enjoyed himself.
Boom!
Wi Mu-jin’s foot drove into the ground.
In that instant, the earth trembled.
The true force of his heavy front stance transmitted through his body, the ignited inner energy coursing past his waist to the tip of his fist.
Crash! Crash! Boom!
Explosive sounds erupted.
His left hand measured distance while his right hand, thrown as a feint, raked across the temple.
Whoosh! Crash!
Though Dokgo Myeong managed to defend once more, his body—unable to fully dissipate the impact—was sent flying into the air.
Wi Mu-jin’s eyes gleamed.
Boom!
Wi Mu-jin’s right leg snapped upward with a thunderous crack.
“Gasp! Dokgo Myeong!”
Dokgo Ak cried out urgently.
Suspended in midair, Dokgo Myeong lacked the leisure to evade as before.
Whoooosh!
In that critical moment, a bizarre sound erupted—like flames surging skyward.
“…!”
Wi Mu-jin’s eyes twitched.
He instinctively withdrew the leg he’d been about to unleash and arched his back.
Boom!
Dokgo Myeong’s foot grazed past his face.
It was as though a shell had been fired. The air itself vibrated from the tremendous surge of inner energy.
Throb!
Suddenly, Wi Mu-jin felt his lips sting.
He touched them briefly and withdrew his hand—blood stained his fingers. Though he’d avoided a direct hit, the devastating inner energy had torn his lips.
“….”
Wi Mu-jin’s gaze shifted.
Only now, with eyes widened, did Wi Mu-jin truly perceive Dokgo Myeong’s form.
Whoooosh!
What was this?
Tangible inner energy billowed forth like flames, undulating and rising.
Dokgo Myeong, enveloped in that energy, resembled the sun hanging at zenith.
Hwicheon Gong, Extreme Divine Technique.
Gwangjuk Unheung—the inner energy technique and martial art that allowed one to walk the path revealed by sensory perception.
And the combat method that followed: Hwacheon Gyeok.
The moment the two supreme techniques of the Extreme Divine Technique revealed themselves to the world.
“…What martial art was that?”
A wild gleam of exhilaration lingered in Wi Mu-jin’s eyes.
“I have never encountered such a technique before. What is the nature of that inner force and combat method?”
Dokgo Myeong grinned and tapped his feet against the ground.
“If you’re curious, why not take another blow and find out?”
“Hahahaha!”
Streams of fighting spirit flowed from Wi Mu-jin’s entire body.
“I like it. A true martial artist should be like this. Let me experience it firsthand.”
But then it happened.
“Amitabha Buddha. That is enough. I cannot permit further violence.”
Whoooosh!
A vast inner force spread throughout the hall.
“….”
Wi Mu-jin’s eyes twitched.
It was the Shaolin Expedition Monk.
“A Shaolin Buddhist. Do you truly believe someone like you can stop me?”
“Why do you assume this humble monk stands alone?”
Only then did Wi Mu-jin notice his surroundings.
At some point, other masters had risen and encircled him from strategic positions.
Wi Mu-jin let out a scoff.
“You were quiet until now, but only now you find the courage to move? Do the martial artists of the Gangho’s great sects feel no shame?”
The masters’ expressions grew increasingly distorted by his relentless mockery.
Then.
“Enough!!”
Kang Yeop-cheong’s voice pierced the air like an awl.
“Today is a celebration of my master’s Geumbun Seso Ritual. What kind of barbaric spectacle is this?!”
Wi Mu-jin’s gaze turned toward Kang Yeop-cheong.
“Moreover, this gathering is meant to discuss the future of the Jingcheng Alliance, not to spill blood. Do you truly desire bloodshed?”
Wi Mu-jin stared intently at Kang Yeop-cheong.
“Tsk.”
Whoosh!
The roiling fighting spirit subsided in an instant.
Kang Yeop-cheong opened his mouth with a cold expression.
“You will have to pay dearly for this incident.”
“Try if you can.”
At Kang Yeop-cheong’s words, the Paedo Sect Leader scoffed and turned away.
But Dokgo Myeong blocked his path.
“You gave with a bucket and received with a spoon. How pathetic.”
“Why do you think you gained nothing?”
“….”
“Didn’t we just witness the blade the Dokgo Clan has kept hidden all this time? Haha!”
Wi Mu-jin burst into laughter and walked past Dokgo Myeong.
Thus, Wi Mu-jin departed from the Banquet Hall without so much as a farewell.
“….”
“….”
The Banquet Hall fell into silence. It was as though a tempest had just swept through.
Then, someone’s voice shattered the quiet.
“Tsk, I should have driven the blade in one more time.”
It was Dokgo Myeong.
The assembled guests exhaled in unison.

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