Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 464

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Chapter 464
Crrrunch!
Dokgo Myeong stamped his seal script with all his might.
The moment power surged into Yuk Ho-beop’s body.
Boom!
“…?!”
Dokgo Myeong abruptly turned his back on Yuk Ho-beop and rushed backward.
‘Yumhyeol-gun! I’ll eliminate that bastard first!’
He never expected Dokgo Myeong would target Yumhyeol-gun instead of himself.
Dokgo Myeong exploited that weakness alongside Hoa.
“Krraaaaaagh!”
The energy wave of Patcheon Step combined with Hoa’s Lion’s Roar.
Yumhyeol-gun’s momentum suddenly shattered as his body staggered.
Shhwaaaack!
The black sword light of the Hyeonchul Heavy Blade cleaved Yumhyeol-gun in half. Hoa crossed her legs and tore through with a crushing assault.
‘He vanished?!’
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes widened.
Instead of the mangled corpse of Yumhyeol-gun before his eyes, only copious blood and afterimages scattered.
A miscalculation. The ambush had failed.
The moment Dokgo Myeong urgently twisted his upper body.
“Presumptuous trick.”
Whoosh!
Every hair on his body stood on end. A terrifying presence descended upon him.
Craaaash!
Dokgo Myeong’s form skipped across the ground like a stone on water before finally stopping behind a mound of earth.
“Cough!”
The moment he hastily rose, he vomited blood.
It was Yuk Ho-beop’s Asura Blood Divine Technique’s Paradise Palm that had struck from behind.
“Impressive. I didn’t expect you to have the audacity to leap backward from there.”
“Ptui!”
Dokgo Myeong spat out blood-tinged phlegm and gripped his Hyeonchul Blade firmly.
“What’s there to be surprised about? It’s already well known that no matter how you fly or crawl, you remain within the palm of my hand.”
“…Ha.”
Yuk Ho-beop let out an incredulous laugh.
“A prodigy who defies heaven. What tricks will you attempt now?”
Whoooosh.
Yuk Ho-beop’s form seemed to blur and spread.
True to his mastery of close combat, there was no martial technique display. With both arms lowered, even through sensory perception, finding an opening was difficult.
‘There’s no choice but direct confrontation now.’
Glancing sideways, I saw Hoa rushing toward the collapsed Yumhyeol-gun.
Since he’s conquered every mountain in Zhongyuan, I suppose he’s trustworthy to some degree?
“Hah.”
Dokgo Myeong drew a deep breath and steadied his vital energy.
My opponent was undoubtedly a formidable master.
Perhaps the worst crisis of this lifetime.
‘I’ll go all out from the start.’
Whoooosh!
I unleashed all the spiritual energy of the Cheonoe Gyeong without reservation.
Boom!
My foot struck the ground.
The Patcheon Step—a martial art perfected only through my battle with the Grand General.
Screeeech!
My silhouette stretched and elongated as my body shot forward like an arrow with a thunderous boom.
“So in the end, you chose desperation?”
Yuk Ho-beop smiled coldly and raised his hand.
Whoooosh!
A thread of blood extended from his fingertips.
The end of the slowly extending blood thread split apart, then split again, dividing repeatedly.
Asura Blood Wave Palm.
A wave of blood energy so dense and tangible it could no longer be called mere vital force crashed down upon me.
Kaboom!
An unbelievable surge of inner power—a veritable tsunami.
Crack crack crack!
My body shook violently.
‘Now!’
Whoosh! Burst!
In an instant, I tore through the wave and erupted forward.
Spark!
Flames flickered from my eyes.
My spirit, body, and vital energy reached their absolute peak.
Roar!
I threw myself into the swamp of spacetime. Everything became crystal clear.
The form of scattered earth and dust, reeds toppling outward, the ripples of the Patcheon Step’s energy wave spreading through the air.
And then, I saw the opening.
‘Strike from the side!’
I advanced diagonally and seized Yuk Ho-beop’s flank.
But in that moment.
Crackle.
In the slowed world, I saw a pair of crazed crimson eyes tracking my movements closely.
“…!!”
The opponent’s figure vanished with a sharp sound, like a phantom dissolving into air.
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes widened to the point of tearing.
‘This isn’t mere speed. Could it be… Form Displacement?’
The pinnacle of divine movement technique—folding the earth and severing space itself.
I sensed his presence not ahead, nor to the side, nor behind—but directly above my head.
Kwaaaang!
An explosion erupted, and dust billowed upward in a thick cloud.
Screeeech!
Dokgo Myeong was driven backward, his feet tearing furrows across the ground.
“Cough!”
Had I fully extended my blade, I would have been caught in that instant.
That was when it happened.
The center of the dust cloud erupted, and a crimson demonic hand clawed upward.
Thud! Kwack!
My robe was seized.
The Demon of Hell’s laughter—a shrill, squeaking cackle—echoed through the air.
“You enjoy fighting, do you?”
“…!”
“Fighting should always be done messily. The warriors of the Solar Palace seemed to relish that. Of course, now even a mere brat has become a spirit offering.”
Yuk Ho-beop tightened his grip on my robe’s hem, then drove his opposite elbow toward my temple.
Boom!
My consciousness flickered, then returned.
When I desperately opened my eyes, something was already approaching my ribs.
Boom! Clang! Whoosh!
The distance had become dangerously close.
My body shook violently.
Yuk Ho-beop struck my thigh with his shin, flicked my Hyeonchul Blade away with his palm strike, yanked my robe with brutal force, and even attempted a headbutt.
It was a brawl like common street thugs.
Though I had some skill in this formless, dirty close-quarters combat, my opponent displayed absolute superiority. His entire body, wrapped in crimson energy mist, was a weapon itself.
Whoosh!
I swung my Hyeonchul Blade widely to shake off the hand gripping my robe, but countless droplets of blood appeared where I had been pushed back.
No.
Not blood droplets—condensed vital energy that merely resembled blood droplets.
‘Tch.’
I hastily deployed the Silver Cold Wall and curled my body defensively.
Boom! Kwang! Kwagwagwagkwang!
The blood droplets exploded in succession.
My entire body was engulfed in thick crimson smoke.
‘He hasn’t even unleashed his dark techniques yet, and this is the result?’
The Spinning Heaven Art and Crimson Heaven Art were beyond my reach. I could only desperately operate the Holy Heaven Art. I had to survive.
‘Damn it.’
No. This won’t do.
‘Since when did I just take hits without fighting back? Even if I lose an arm, I’ll land one proper blow!’
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes blazed like fire.
Piercing through the overwhelming crimson light, I burrowed into my opponent’s embrace.
Clang! Snap!
The Xuansteel Sword swung from an awkward angle, yet my opponent easily grasped it with one hand to block.
Right, I knew he’d guard against that.
The real attack comes next.
Whoooosh!
Blazing Heaven Strike, Yeonhwa Palm.
I straightened my left hand, the one not holding the sword.
A hand-blade slash erupted like flames.
Boom!
An explosion occurred. For the first time, my strike had landed directly on my opponent’s torso.
But…
“Quite sharp, I must say.”
Hisss!
As the smoke cleared, a hand-blade resting against my neck became visible.
The neck, the cervical spine—a vital point where countless acupuncture meridians of the human body converged.
It had struck directly at a spot lethal even with a mere graze, yet it inflicted no damage whatsoever.
“Diamond Indestructibility?”
“You cannot pierce through the barrier of Asura God Descent.”
Boom!
“Ugh.”
Sent flying back with terrifying force, I spat blood and raised my head.
Yuk Ho-beop was already upon me.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Vicious attacks poured down like a downpour.
I had no choice but to stagger backward, pushed relentlessly away.
Whoosh! Crash!
I layered my qi multiple times to counter the blows, but the moment they collided, my qi shattered.
I ground my teeth.
‘Wuji Realm qigong. I thought I could handle it to some degree at my current level.’
Not only could I not handle it, but if the purity of Cheonoe Gyeong hadn’t dissolved the invasive qi, I would have died long ago.
Boom!
The problem lay in the density of qi. If I were Iron Net with barely any gaps, he was simply one thick iron plate.
Crackle crackle crackle!
The crimson qi radiating destructive light ground away my Dark Heaven qi like that.
“Tenacious. Yet you endure this much without even reaching this realm?”
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes wavered.
‘Something… something feels wrong.’
Yuk Ho-beop had primarily relied on bare-handed combat, but not in this manner.
‘He’s not using internal energy. No, more than that… there’s no trace of it at all.’
In that instant, Dokgo Myeong’s eyes snapped wide open.
A mistake. Why had I dragged up old memories now?
‘I’m not the only one who returned to the past!’
Just as I had evolved alongside Cheonoe Gyeong, what if their martial arts had also succeeded in evolution?
Zzzzzzzzzt!
The Hyeonchul Sword released a blade resonance that seemed ready to shatter.
The palm’s grip tore wide open, blood spraying. The piercing pain jolted my consciousness awake.
‘At this rate, I’ll die.’
Kwaaaang!
Warm blood streamed from Dokgo Myeong’s eyes and ears.
Beyond the reddening vision, I saw through my opponent.
‘I must break through the barrier. If I lack the power to pierce it…’
Then I simply need to increase my power.
Pacheon Step, Wuji Heavenly Wave Scripture.
I possessed martial techniques that could draw out power beyond the realm, however imperfectly.
‘Keeping only the internal force amplification function of Yongrin Robe, with neither evasion nor defense—only through extreme concentration!’
Puhwaaak!
Ziiiiik!
In an instant, the hem of the Yongrin Robe that had protected Dokgo Myeong’s body until now tore completely away from an unseen strike.
“…?”
The moment Yuk Ho-beop’s eyes widened in confusion.
Kwajik!
Dokgo Myeong stepped forward with unwavering resolve.
Pacheon Step.
In a single step, concentric circles erupted with the qi of penetration.
“What is this?”
Yuk Ho-beop staggered, feeling his true energy slightly destabilized.
That was enough.
The Wuji Heavenly Wave Scripture, rotating through the body’s joints, was channeled into the Hyeonchul Sword.
Kwaaaang!
The ground beneath Yuk Ho-beop’s feet cracked in a single blow.
Yet Yuk Ho-beop remained intact. A fist strike that seemed to pierce the heavens itself came driving forward.
Kwaaaaang!
Dokgo Myeong deliberately accepted the impact head-on.
Ujik!
An ominous sound—whether from hand or shoulder—echoed forth.
If I had thrown my body back, I could have dispersed the impact, but doing so would have prevented me from chaining the overlapping layers of the Wuji Heavenly Wave Scripture.
“Have you exhausted your capacity to redirect force through divine techniques?”
Not at all.
I was using that opponent’s energy wave to plant my second step.
Boom! Boom! Crash!
Spinning backward to reverse the impact, I unleashed my third step and a cutting strike.
Allowing a blow to my back, I executed my fourth step and a palm technique.
And following the fifth and final step, the piercing thrust of the Wuji Heavenly Wave Scripture erupted forth.
Boom! Splash!
For the first time, Yuk Ho-beop staggered backward.
“…?!”
He was pushed back.
Quite noticeably at that.
“Cough!”
The problem was that my own body was also breaking down.
During training, three steps had been my limit, yet I was executing several times that in actual combat—an inevitable consequence. Every meridian in my body burned as if plunged into molten metal.
‘This scorching heat feels perfect.’
With the momentum to expel that inferno, I unleashed a barrage of attacks alongside successive Heavenly Wave Steps.
Screeeech!
A sound unlike anything that had ever come from Yuk Ho-beop’s hands burst forth.
Yuk Ho-beop’s eyes widened.
‘Equal footing?’
‘We’re evenly matched!’
Both arrived at the same realization simultaneously.
Their gazes crossed in the void.
“What are you doing, you bastard?”
I didn’t respond.
Crash!
My leg struck the ground with brutal force, and I simply continued stringing together successive energy waves without pause.
Boom!
Yuk Ho-beop, who had thrust his Left Guardian technique to deflect the sword, suddenly felt something strange.
‘…Pain?’
Splash.
His extended left hand was drenched in blood. His Diamond Indestructible Body had been pierced on the eighth exchange.
“Hah!”
Boom!
I planted my foot again.
Nine overlapping layers.
All nine painstakingly accumulated layers of energy waves were condensed into this single strike.
Empowered further still, my final blow—drawing upon every ounce of strength—extended forward.

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