Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 434

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Chapter 434
The battlefield was the Grand General’s stage.
A space saturated with the aura of countless deaths.
Power overflowed for curses and dark arts to consume. The might of the Ten Hells Technique would become unprecedentedly devastating, and if even one of the ten hells erupted properly, a sea of blood across a thousand mountains would unfold in an instant.
Of course, Jeongheol Disciples would be mixed within that sea of blood, but their deaths would merely become the source to strengthen the power of the hell technique.
-So if we simply fight, we lose without question. Breaking his martial prowess is difficult, and breaking his arts is equally difficult.
When Dokgo Myeong laid out the plan before this battle, he had said so.
-Especially if the final ultimate technique of the Ten Hells Technique, the Dark Demonic Heaven, unfolds its first strike, it’s over. More than seventy percent of the Cheonma Sect will die.
As the atmosphere sank in an instant, Dokgo Myeong’s words continued.
-That’s precisely when the opportunity comes. With such an ultimate technique, even a master of the Infinite would suffer considerable damage if forcibly disrupted midway.
-And fortunately, we have one secret unit hidden from everyone’s attention.
There existed within the Cheonma Sect those who walked the path of the left-hand way, which had been abandoned and severed from the martial world.
-Hong Lu, Hong Ta. Can you do it?
They were none other than the Daesan clan, who had inherited the lineage of the Dokgo Family’s sorcery.
And back to the present.
Just as the blood qi of the Dark Demonic Heaven, endlessly dark like an abyss, was about to spread, Hoa appeared.
“Kueheoreooreong!”
A lion’s roar erupted.
That cry, which shatters all heterodox ways from Buddhism, was also woven into Hoa’s roar.
The moment the momentum of the Dark Demonic Heaven wavered.
Woong!
There was light.
A tiny luminous source bloomed in the void like a firefly, beginning to illuminate the darkness.
The Grand General’s eyes flashed.
“Launching killing intent? Who exactly.”
His blood-filled eyes turned toward somewhere.
When a master of the Infinite sought to see something, distance was no obstacle. His superhuman vision instantly discovered a group of shamans chanting incantations from a distant location.
“So it’s them. Those from the sacred mountain of the south who didn’t even notice my intrusion.”
The Grand General laughed as if amused.
Then he immediately pressed his palms together as if suppressing something, exerting force.
“Cough!”
“Aaah!”
Hong Lu, who had been shaking the ritual implement, coughed blood, and Hong Ta, who had been chanting the incantation, twisted his body as if struggling to breathe.
“Was it those incompetent and pitiful young shamans that you relied upon?”
Dokgo Myeong shook his head.
“I already said it would be difficult. Something about lacking spiritual power or sincerity?”
“…?”
“But one of our subordinates boasted that they could destroy everything with just a shake.”
“One of our subordinates?”
The Grand General’s eyes widened.
Flash!
The Grand General’s head was bathed in brilliant white light.
The moment he ground his teeth and looked up at the sky, he saw a single arrow streaking through the dark clouds, leaving a trail of white radiance in its wake.
“Enemy archer Baek Si! That woman from Salgok…!”
Thwack!
Baek Si flew down in a blaze of brilliant light and embedded itself in the ground.
Had it missed?
No. It was a perfect success.
Whoosh!
The crimson energy that had been swirling across the area centered on Baek Si visibly dissipated.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
A spectacular sight unfolded.
White radiance embedded itself in unison in parabolic arcs, resembling a meteor shower. The white stars driven into the earth were sealing off all the blood energy and ghostly qi across the entire battlefield.
“Cough!”
Finally, he coughed up blood.
Stagger!
Blood far too dark to be human’s poured out in torrents.
“With this…”
Dokgo Myeong stepped forward once more.
“Your stage has crumbled.”
All that remained was his martial prowess—nothing more.
“Now let us see the end. Grand General.”
* * *
Moryong Sohgyo raised her voice to issue orders.
“Captain Geum! Team One! Team Yang’s position is in danger!”
“Understood! Team Six! Assist Team One!”
“Yes!”
Boom! Crash! Clang!
Explosions, the sound of flesh tearing, and metallic clashes.
It was a true battlefield.
‘Three hundred fifty against one thousand soldiers.’
An absurd disparity in military strength. Moreover, with a direct confrontation on open plains, the situation was even more dire.
‘Not a single military treatise I’ve ever read contained a method to win in such a fight.’
As a strategist and military officer, I could offer no tactic whatsoever. I could provide assistance in scattered moments of battle, but for now, I could only hope that their martial might would overwhelm the Jeongheol Sect.
And the Cheonma Sect—no, the Jeonmu Army—rose to the occasion.
“Stand and fight! We are the representatives of the White Path martial world! Push forward with all your strength!”
“Hold until the end! Show them who we are!”
At first, I had doubted the Melak Brigade.
Even she, who harbored vengeful intent beneath her goal of revenge, had suffered tremendous shock in her first battle.
I questioned whether descendants of prestigious clans raised in peaceful circumstances could even hold their own against the Bloodfiends of the Jeongheol Sect.
I had been mistaken.
The Cheonma Sect was no band of greenhorns.
“Today, we stand here not as martial artists, but as soldiers.”
“To fight the enemy, to battle evil and uphold righteousness!”
“Stand and fight!”
As Dokgo Myeong beat his drum and the Cheonma Sect’s white blade—tempered in the crucible of countless battlefields and the sharpest sword in the martial world—advanced, the Jeongheol Sect could not hold the line.
‘We can win this.’
Now was the moment to pour everything into the assault.
I knew there was no retreat—victory in this battle was essential.
And I could feel it clearly: we would triumph.
‘Every plan has succeeded. If we just win that fight!’
That was the moment.
“It seems I’ve arrived too late.”
A voice suddenly came from behind.
Moryong Sohgyo spun around in shock.
“How is this possible…!”
* * *
Boom!
The Grand General’s body was driven backward.
Crash!
He planted his right foot to stop himself and spoke in a thunderous voice.
“Do you truly believe you can stand against me, who swore an oath to slay the heavens themselves by merely blocking the battlefield’s aura?”
A resonant wave of sound energy erupted.
The Ten Paths of Hell technique—the command of the Eighth Hell was issued.
“Ugh!”
“Not this again…!”
In an instant, the three captains froze as if turned to stone.
“Not so fast!”
Boom!
As Dokgo Myeong’s drum strike released a wave of energy, the paralysis shattered instantly.
Dokgo Myeong used the recoil to unfold the Extreme Limit Cloud Form and closed in.
Boom!
Blade and palm collided ferociously.
In the close exchange, Dokgo Myeong was pushed back first.
“Kgh!”
Taking a palm strike to his ribs, he flew backward, blood spraying.
“Cough! You… wretched bastard!”
But the Grand General also spat blood.
As Dokgo Myeong flew back, his Hyeonchul Blade caught the Grand General’s chest.
Whoosh! Crash!
Cheolmu-baek intercepted the follow-up assault, while Dokgo Ak displayed his lightning-swift movement technique, binding the opponent’s limbs.
Namgung Sohwa stood at the center, alleviating the burden on both of them.
Whoooosh! Boom!
And Dokgo Myeong charged forward.
Nothing else mattered. Only attack—he rocketed straight toward his opponent in a direct line.
Boom! Crash!
With the collision, the ground split open and a massive crater formed.
In that instant, the interior of the crater glowed crimson.
“Barbarian. You’re the most irritating of all. I’ll dispose of you first.”
“…!!”
Thud!
The Grand General, gripping Cheolmu-baek’s forearm, drove the Superheated Crimson Fire Technique into his solar plexus.
Boom!
Cheolmu-baek flew backward along with his axe.
“Mu-baek!”
“I’m… fine… Cough! Ugh!”
Cheolmu-baek tried to steady himself but collapsed instead.
Wisps of smoke rose from his entire body.
Clang! Crash!
He evaded Namgung Sohwa’s sword strike—which had closed in rapidly—with a slight tilt of his chin, and completely shattered the Emperor’s Sword’s blade path with a single strike of the Mountain-Breaking Slash.
Screeeech!
Dokgo Ak thrust his blade toward the Grand General’s inner elbow.
Tink!
It touched flesh, yet the sound of striking steel rang out.
In that instant, he had concentrated his protective energy to block it.
‘Damn! Dangerous…!’
Dokgo Ak lost consciousness with a loud crack, then regained it from the impact of being driven into the ground after flying three zhang.
‘What… what technique was that… a leg technique…? From that stance?’
Not only did he display the impossible qi manipulation of concentrating protective energy to defend, but he also demonstrated a close-range striking ability that was nearly impossible to counter.
“I’ll kill you.”
The Grand General, drenched in blood, appeared before the fallen Dokgo Ak.
“Not on my watch!”
Clang!
Namgung Sohwa, who had caught up, shoved Dokgo Ak aside with her shoulder and deflected the attack.
Even with his technique in disarray, a master of the Wuji Realm remained a master of the Wuji Realm. He was holding back the combined assault of four cultivators who had entered the Ascending Realm by himself.
But now even the Grand General had to suffer losses.
Boom!
Dokgo Myeong stamped his foot powerfully and delivered a sweeping strike, sending the Grand General flying backward.
“Huff, huff!”
His breathing grew ragged.
Until moments ago, he regenerated his wounds in an instant, but now blood was seeping from various places across his body.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk!
Yet that tremendous power remained undiminished.
Even with the curse’s power blocked, his inner energy overflowed. He was replenishing his depleted energy in real time.
‘Breath Accumulation. So this is the baseline for the Limitless Realm.’
Dokgo Myeong pressed firmly on his bleeding flank, stanching the wound as he spoke.
“Everyone, give it everything you’ve got. We owe Mu-baek a reckoning, don’t we?”
“Who are you to decide the fate of a living person?”
Cheolmu-baek rose, shaking off the dirt and rubble.
Namgung Sohwa and Dokgo Ak’s eyes blazed with renewed intensity.
Dokgo Myeong smiled wickedly.
“I know we’re at our limits. Whether we become ash or dust, let’s pour out every last ounce of strength we have. This feels like it might be our final exchange.”
The three captains rekindled their fighting spirit.
A tremor ran through the air.
The moment the Grand General saw the light in their eyes, his body shuddered involuntarily.
‘Fear? Am I contemplating defeat?’
That could not be.
For the great cause, for the grand scheme.
And for vengeance, I would sacrifice everything. Even if it meant shamefully abandoning all dignity!
“This time, I’ll take the lead.”
Dokgo Myeong exchanged a glance with Dokgo Ak.
Boom!
The instant his feet struck the ground, Dokgo Ak was right on his heels.
The moment Dokgo Myeong’s Hyeonchel Sword fell, Dokgo Ak burst from the flank, sweeping his blade horizontally.
Crash!
Shockwaves erupted in succession.
Now their battle left only afterimages in its wake.
A fight where they poured out every ounce of their being—no one could predict its outcome. The Grand General had an advantage, as did they.
What mattered was who seized it first.
Whoosh! Crack!
In an instant, the Grand General suddenly extended his hand, twisting his grip around Cheolmu-baek’s collar.
“…?!”
The Grand General’s blood-stained lips curved into a smile.
“I knew you’d charge in first.”
“Let him go!”
Slash!
Dokgo Ak swung his blade, but the Grand General didn’t dodge—he simply took the cut.
Instead, he focused entirely on Cheolmu-baek.
Whooom!
In that moment, Cheolmu-baek felt the positions of heaven and earth reverse.
He had no chance to resist. His head struck the ground first, and he was driven straight into it.
Crash!
The accumulated impact finally erupted. Cheolmu-baek lost consciousness without even a scream.
The Grand General lifted the limp Cheolmu-baek and aimed him backward.
“Ugh!”
Dokgo Ak, who had been targeting from behind, stopped mid-swing of his blade.
“This is your weakness.”
Boom!
Dokgo Ak felt the impact as if all his internal organs were being crushed to one side.
“Kuh, ugh!”
Dokgo Ak flew backward like a man struck by a carriage, crashing into the wall.
Only Dokgo Myeong and Namgung Sohwa remained, and they rushed forward.
‘This is it. I’ll see this through to the end!’
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes blazed with intensity.
Clang! Crash! Boom!
Namgung Sohwa had vanished.
Instead, a new wound appeared across the Grand General’s torso—a final mark she had left before falling.
Whoooosh!
I entrust my body to instinct and move.
‘Almost there.’
Dokgo Myeong wore his characteristic confident smile.
‘All that remains is to seize victory.’
Dokgo Myeong’s foot struck the ground.
Boom! Crash!
The Grand General and Dokgo Myeong collided simultaneously.
Whoosh! Boom!
My body shakes.
I feel no pain. All consciousness is focused solely on the unfolding of my martial techniques.
Boom! Crack! Blast!
Then, at some point, I deployed my techniques without even thinking.
To think is to be too late. A moment’s hesitation leads to death in this battle.
I entrust everything to instinct.
In the end, what I stake my life on is instinct.
Whoosh!
Soon I felt color draining from my vision. The outlines of things blurred.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoooosh!
Sound grows distant. Only the vibration of impact remains, and even that soon becomes hazy.
‘Ah.’
I felt all emotion settling away.
Victory and defeat alike—forgotten.
I cast aside anger and resentment, forgot the past and future, and saw only this moment.
Zzzzzzzzzt!
I felt a thin membrane deep within my mind being torn asunder.
‘It opens.’
A new world unfolds.
A door seemed to open. My senses granted me a glimpse of a new realm of perception I had never witnessed before.
‘The Pinnacle of Martial Arts.’
Perhaps it was only granted for a fleeting moment. Perhaps I had only set one foot upon it.
It didn’t matter.
I had clearly stepped into the realm of the Pinnacle of Martial Arts. That alone was enough.
Boom!
I surged forward.
Blood spurted from my chest with a wet sound, but I ignored it and stamped my true foot down.
Grooooooom!
With a single step, the earth itself trembled.
The Grand General felt the vital energy throughout his body shaking.
‘This… what is this…?!’
His eyes widened in disbelief.
In that instant, a black arc of the blade struck from an angle his eyes could not follow.
Kwaaaaaaang!
The brilliant light of the Celestial Beyond’s Three Divine Techniques illuminated the world as bright as midday.
In this space where every flow of power became as clear as a line, I began to awaken to a profound truth I had known yet could not confirm.
‘This world suffocates me.’
Dokgo Hyeon’s life, my life.
This world was far too suffocating for me.
‘I will not conform. I will shatter everything that binds me.’
My eyes blazed with determination.
‘Even if that something is the heavens themselves.’
At last, I could name one of the incomplete martial techniques I had cultivated.
Heaven-Shattering Step.
The first completed step finally tore through the Grand General’s energy barrier.
“…You…!”
The Grand General staggered and cried out.
I surged forward.
Kwaaaaaaaaaang!
A tremendous explosion filled the surroundings.

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