Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 66

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Chapter 66
Swish!
Dokgo Myeong’s foot glided smoothly forward, pushing against the ground.
Dokgo Yeon’s eyes narrowed.
“What are you doing?”
“….”
Dokgo Myeong approached with leisurely strides, as if taking a casual walk.
No killing intent, no murderous aura whatsoever. With his arms hanging loosely at his sides, he simply drew near with unaffected ease.
Three steps.
Two steps.
The moment he took that final step.
Crackle!
Dokgo Yeon suddenly caught the scent of something sinister wafting from behind.
“What!? This bastard?”
Dokgo Yeon gripped her spear and spun rapidly toward the rear.
‘Huh?’
But there was nothing.
The instant she whirled her head back forward.
Boom! Crash!
A fist wrapped in true qi so vivid it blazed white appeared before her eyes.
“Hah!”
Dokgo Yeon leaped backward, creating distance once more.
Dokgo Myeong, whose punch had struck empty air by the narrowest margin, smacked his lips with satisfaction.
“Your senses are quite sharp, aren’t they?”
“Hey!”
“Yes?”
“What was that just now!? False breath? Killing intent? No, there was no movement at all—why did you appear from behind like that!?”
Whatever technique that was, her five senses had been completely deceived.
“You’ll have to figure that out for yourself.”
Boom!
Dokgo Myeong’s foot struck the ground again.
No—the moment she thought he was stepping forward, the distance between them had already closed to within a zhang.
Clang! Clang-clang!
Dokgo Myeong’s successive strikes drummed against the spear shaft, producing bell-like sounds.
‘So fast! What kind of extreme martial technique is this!?’
The speed was genuinely astounding.
The burden on his body must be tremendous, yet she couldn’t even fathom what kind of external cultivation had forged such a physique.
‘Hmm!’
Dokgo Yeon’s eyes shifted belatedly.
Dokgo Myeong’s hand blade, now extended rigidly, sliced through the air in a sweeping arc.
Boom!
The spear blocking the path fell limply to the side.
The moment the flank opened wide, Dokgo Yeon saw Dokgo Myeong’s leg rise slightly.
‘Leg technique!’
Dokgo Yeon quickly crouched her body, bracing for the impact.
And then, she opened her eyes wide.
‘Why isn’t it coming?’
She realized too late.
Again.
He had deceived her senses.
Thud!
The sound of Dokgo Myeong’s foot, which she thought would swing down, landing firmly on the ground rang out.
Whoosh!
At the same time, Dokgo Myeong’s fist, properly powered, shot forth like an arrow.
Dokgo Yeon smirked.
‘I can’t dodge this.’
Crash!
A shockwave erupted.
Dokgo Yeon’s body skidded backward across the ground.
Whether the cord binding her hair had snapped from the impact, her long hair, which had been tied back tightly, suddenly came loose and cascaded down.
Tap!
Dokgo Yeon tilted her head forward and corrected her faltering stance.
Her disheveled hair poured down across her face.
“…Ha.”
Dokgo Yeon exhaled heated breath.
Between her tousled hair, her eyes gleamed.
“Hehe, hahahaha!”
“….”
“Excellent! Very excellent! Yes, you live up to your bold claims! Your strikes have quite the bite to them, don’t they?”
Dokgo Yeon laughed with her upper body bouncing.
“But why are you standing still? If you’ve seized the advantage, shouldn’t you press it home?”
“Three seconds.”
Dokgo Myeong said, pressing his throbbing fist repeatedly.
“What?”
“I just finished counting three seconds.”
“You mean you were waiting for that?”
“I was loosening up my body. From now on, I plan to fight differently.”
Whoosh!
Dokgo Myeong’s momentum subtly shifted. The energy waves that had been extending offensively now undulated smoothly.
The aura of Hwicheon Gong—Hwicheon Gi and the martial art Jahagyeol.
“Ah!”
Dokgo Yeon’s eyes sparkled with delight.
“So you were hiding something else! You truly are my kindred spirit. You understand the art of refinement!”
“Kindred spirit be damned! Stop trying to lump me together with you!”
“Haha! Such denial. There’s no need for shame between family.”
Thud!
Dokgo Yeon struck the shaft of her spear against the ground as she spoke.
“I mastered two of the Main Sect’s Eight Divine Techniques—the Heavenly Stream Divine Art and the Mixed Origin Form—through this Magnificent Heavenly Spear.”
A menacing aura radiated outward from Dokgo Yeon’s entire body in waves.
“Don’t get hurt. Your older sister would find it far too heartbreaking if you were injured now.”
Flash!
At last, Dokgo Yeon launched her assault.
A brilliant azure glow from the Heavenly Stream Divine Art flickered before my eyes.
* * *
Crash!
The sound of tearing air echoed outward.
The gazes of the Meng Annihilation Corps, Geum Seok-du, and Seo Ryun—who had established their camp on flat ground some distance from the Main Road—all turned toward the source.
“Extraordinary.”
“What kind of shockwave reaches all the way here… They must be having quite the spirited time.”
The warriors of the Meng Annihilation Corps, as if accustomed to such occurrences, lounged about casually in various spots to rest.
Meanwhile, Jang Mu-ak and Seo Ryun sat side by side, engaged in conversation.
“I’ve become indebted to you. The person I serve has quite the temperament, you understand?”
“What debt could you possibly owe me? If anything, I should apologize to the Young Lady.”
“Hm?”
“…It’s nothing.”
Both held positions of responsibility over their respective Guard Corps. They shared a certain camaraderie.
Jang Mu-ak smiled wryly as he spoke.
“But I was truly surprised. To think that the Fierce Tiger Swordsman Seo Ryun would be escorting the Young Master.”
“What’s so remarkable about that?”
“It’s remarkable coming from you. Everyone else scrambles desperately trying to get close to the Young Masters, but you were always the one avoiding them unless ordered otherwise.”
“…”
“You know what? You’ve changed.”
Jang Mu-ak’s eyes, which had seemed languid moments before, suddenly turned sharp.
“Is it because of the Young Master?”
“You could say that.”
“Hmm, is that so?”
Crash! Boom!
Jang Mu-ak wore an enigmatic expression as he gazed toward the source of the noise.
“But aren’t you worried?”
“Worried about what?”
“As you say, Young Master Myeong. I know well enough the nature of the Young Lady.”
“….”
“She serves you so faithfully that I thought she’d follow you at a moment’s notice, yet here she sits idle. What’s the reason?”
“If I were to leave, you’d simply let her go?”
“Of course I’d stop her.”
At Jang Mu-ak’s answer tinged with laughter, Seo Ryun’s eyes narrowed.
Glancing around discreetly, I noticed the positioning of the Beontcheon Myeolsa Corps members was peculiar.
Though they appeared scattered and at ease, they had formed a formation.
Jang Mu-ak smiled as he spoke.
“You’ve already noticed, haven’t you?”
“Don’t worry. It’s a martial contest between the two of them. I have no intention of interfering hastily.”
“You seem quite unconcerned about this?”
“It’s peculiar.”
Seo Ryun’s eyes gleamed.
“What do you mean?”
“The Young Master’s martial prowess.”
Seo Ryun recalled briefly assisting Dokgo Myeong with his martial training at the Manor.
“I’ve only experienced the Young Master’s newly acquired martial technique for the briefest moment, but….”
“….”
“Whether you understand it or not, you’ll suffer the same. That’s the kind of martial art it is.”
* * *
Whoooosh!
Dokgo Yeon’s spear strike was as swift as lightning.
As if she’d merely been playing until now, an explosive thrust aimed directly at Dokgo Myeong’s front.
Whoosh! Clang!
Yet the spear tip struck only empty air.
Dokgo Yeon’s eyes widened in shock.
‘He dodged that?’
It was a strike meant to leave no room for evasion.
She had extended her spear accounting for his injuries and his movements until now.
Yet somehow he had evaded it.
‘His movements have changed.’
His footwork treading the ground was fluid.
His arms extended in all directions effortlessly, yet the graceful curves of their motion seemed boundless.
Yes, like the glow of sunset.
‘And yet….’
Boom! Crash-crash-crash!
Hunwon Fierce Spear Technique.
A martial art innovated by transforming the Hunwon Style, one of the Eight Divine Arts of the Main Sect, was striking only empty air.
“Truly remarkable defensive instinct. You’ve become a completely different person from before!”
Dokgo Yeon’s eyes sharpened as she raised them fiercely.
“But if it ends here, I’ll be a bit disappointed, little brother!”
Boom!
The spear’s shadow split into three branches.
Whoosh! Crash! Rumble!
The surrounding trees caught by the spear burst apart in succession.
Dokgo Myeong, whose chest grazed the spear tip’s shockwave, furrowed his brow.
‘Tsk, she’s like a wild boar unleashed.’
I felt my vital energy twist as blood rose into my throat.
This was the attack of a supreme master who had already transcended the peak realm and glimpsed the next stage beyond.
Whoosh!
Then Dokgo Yeon gripped the spear’s shaft lengthwise and thrust directly forward.
‘I can’t evade this.’
My eyes blazed with violet light.
Whoosh!
For the first time, my hand extended forward.
Dokgo Yeon’s brow narrowed.
‘A palm technique?’
Slip!
My extended hand touched the spear blade smoothly.
And then.
Kaboom!
With a deafening explosion, I was sent flying back a good three paces.
Dokgo Yeon glanced down at the ground with surprised eyes.
‘For a moment, the trajectory of the spear’s force became distorted. Did he redirect the power?’
The ground where the spear blade had struck had caved inward.
By some mysterious principle, the instant my palm touched the spear blade, it suddenly slid as if guided downward into the earth.
“…Ugh, tsk! I was a bit slow.”
I heard Dokgo Myeong’s voice murmuring with a groan.
“What did you just do? If you’d miscalculated, your arm would have been severed.”
“The martial technique I’ve trained can only be practiced in situations like that.”
“What kind of bizarre technique is that?”
“Indeed, that’s what I wonder too.”
“Quite intriguing. Come on, try again!”
Flash!
Dokgo Yeon gripped her spear anew and charged forward.
Clang! Boom-boom-boom!
Everything caught by the spear blade burst outward.
Though a spear was originally a thrusting weapon, she wielded it like a sword with monstrous strength and the power of her inner energy.
Whoosh!
Dokgo Myeong lowered his body until it nearly brushed the ground, evading the spear blade.
The moment his body actually touched the earth, he exploded forward toward Dokgo Yeon.
‘An approach from there?’
His footwork transformed.
It was Hwicheon Gong’s Ultimate Divine Result—the Radiant Extreme Cloud Form.
Thud! Crack!
Dokgo Myeong’s foot aimed at her lower body.
Just as Dokgo Yeon hastily withdrew her leg, a hand swept toward her, seizing the hollow of one of her knees.
‘The Muscle Lock!’
With a single gesture, her stance began to crumble.
He had caught her joints and muscles perfectly, as if they were wrestling in a street market.
“Not a chance!”
Dokgo Yeon pulled her leg free with sheer strength and planted her foot on the ground.
Dokgo Myeong released her leg without hesitation.
Whoosh! Grip!
Instead, he seized the shaft of Dokgo Yeon’s spear.
Dokgo Yeon cried out in fury.
“You bastard! Are you trying to test strength against me right now?!”
It was the moment Dokgo Yeon’s eyes widened as she tried to wrench the spear away.
‘Now.’
Whoooosh!
Suddenly, a sunset-hued wave of energy surged up the spear shaft.
Hongcheon Gi and Jahagyeol’s Jecheon Gi.
Dokgo Myeong’s hand began to control the force.
Whoosh!
It was not a dramatic movement.
He simply lifted the tightly gripped shaft as if pushing it slightly, then struck downward with the most delicate precision.
Yet in that instant.
“Huh, what?”
Dokgo Yeon was bewildered.
First, the shoulder of the arm holding the spear lifted slightly, and as her shoulder rose, her waist wavered.
Then her center of gravity collapsed as naturally as flowing water.
‘What is this…?’
It was her spear.
Her muscles and joints held it, her Heavenly Stream Divine Art’s inner force governed it, and if she wished, she could move it as freely as her own limbs.
Yet that beloved weapon had slipped beyond her control.
‘Does he think such tricks will work on me?!’
Dokgo Yeon drew upon all her inner force.
She intended to suppress him again with raw strength.
But the situation did not unfold as she thought.
Whoosh!
Dokgo Myeong suddenly released his force and nudged his spear slightly to the side.
That alone was enough to send Dokgo Yeon’s body tilting off balance.
“…!”
The principle was simple.
When one side applied force and the other released it, the body would simply topple.
Dokgo Myeong’s eyes gleamed with opportunity.
‘Now!’
Dokgo Myeong’s hand traveled up her wrist and elbow that gripped the spear.
He would use the spear shaft as a lever to break her arm and end the match.
But in that instant, Dokgo Myeong’s eyes widened.
‘She released the weapon?’
Clack!
The spear shaft came into his hand without any resistance.
Which meant Dokgo Yeon right now….
“It has been quite some time since I’ve lost my weapon in combat.”
Whoosh!
Dokgo Yeon drew back the hand that had held the spear and assumed a stance.
It was not fist technique. She had released the spear, yet her posture remained that of spear mastery.
Dokgo Myeong hastily retreated with his footwork, but he was merely one step too late.
Boom!
With a deafening crash, Dokgo Myeong was sent flying backward.
Thud! Rustle rustle!
Leaves cascaded down upon Dokgo Myeong as he crashed into the base of a tree.
* * *
“Ugh…!”
Dokgo Myeong groaned in pain.
‘To think she would abandon her weapon at that moment….’
Moreover, she had recovered her already-broken stance in a mere instant. It was truly the combat instinct and physical prowess of a beast.
‘Still, I’ve managed to reach this level. Indeed, there is no better teacher than actual combat for mastering Jecheon-gi.’
Dokgo Myeong gazed at the spear now in his hand.
Regardless, he had driven a master several levels above him to the brink and seized his weapon.
Then Dokgo Yeon opened her mouth with a dazed expression.
“That peculiar technique… it resembles Huajing, the force-redirecting energy method, yet I also detect traces of Jinnasugi. What is its name?”
Dokgo Myeong brushed off his rear and rose to his feet.
“Jahagyeol, Jecheon-gi, they call it.”
“The art of suppressing the heavens. A name without equal in arrogance. Yet it lives up to such a title.”
Throb!
Dokgo Yeon suddenly felt a dull ache in her wrist.
‘The sinews and vital points have torn slightly.’
A rather sharp pain shot through me. Had I been even a moment slower, it would have snapped clean.
Dokgo Yeon laughed with her shoulders trembling, as if she found it amusing.
“Indeed, the world is vast and martial arts are boundless. I’ve learned that such techniques exist in this realm.”
Dokgo Yeon nodded with satisfaction.
Then her eyes suddenly gleamed.
“But it seems you haven’t mastered it yet. Your finishing touches are clumsy.”
“….”
It was a rather irritating assessment, but I couldn’t deny it.
“It’s a martial technique I’ve only just begun training in.”
“Is that so…?”
Dokgo Yeon’s eyes sparkled.
“A good idea just occurred to me. Would you like to hear it?”
“….”
“What’s with that expression?”
“Nothing really.”
“I’ll address that subtly arrogant attitude of yours later….”
Dokgo Yeon’s eyes gleamed.
“How about we have sparring matches like this more often from now on?”
“I’d rather not.”
“Hehe, how resolute. Your older sister has already guessed why you’re trying so hard to push me away.”
I wasn’t trying that hard to push her away.
I was simply finding it bothersome.
“It must be because of the Main Sect’s petty factional disputes. Any interaction with me could be interpreted politically, after all.”
“…Hmm?”
Dokgo Myeong looked at Dokgo Yeon with fresh eyes.
“And then?”
“Don’t worry about that. There’s no need to be concerned.”
“Let me hear it first. Is there some method?”
“Method? Why would I need something like that?”
“…?”
“Do you not know what those monkeys at the Main Sect think of me? Who would interpret a few sparring matches between us politically?”
“Ah….”
“So don’t worry. Though I belong to the Outer Sect, I often spar with the Council of Elders faction as well. Haha!”
Dokgo Yeon, daughter of the Outer Sect Master.
She was called by such splendid titles as Heavenly Dragon of the Vast Sky and Spear Phoenix, but those who despised her called her something different.
Dokgo the Mad Dog.
‘That’s right, I was thinking about this wrong.’
Dokgo Myeong had no choice but to admit it.
Of course.
Who would think a madwoman’s actions were an attempt to recruit for a faction, rather than simply mad behavior?
A madman and a rabid dog on top of that.
I truly wondered if I was the only sane one in this entire family.

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