Martial God of the Sun and Moon - Chapter 86

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Chapter 86
“Huff, huff….”
The sun had yet to fully rise.
I sat cross-legged in the Training Hall, my body already drenched in sweat despite the dawn barely breaking.
How long had I been out here? My entire frame was already soaked through.
‘Let me try again. I think I’m finally starting to see the end of this.’
I exhaled deeply and focused all my senses across my body.
In that instant, the fine hairs on my skin stood on end, and cold sweat beaded across my forehead.
Whiiiiiing!
I deliberately stepped into that realm.
The world of intuition, foresight, and sixth sense—the sensory perception of the Cheonwae Gyeong technique in my upper dantian—unfolded before me.
Whoooosh!
Without opening my eyes, everything felt vivid and tangible in my grasp.
Dust particles drifting lazily through the air, the flow of wind brushing across the Training Hall, sand and leaves scattering in that breeze.
And threading through it all were countless invisible threads.
My eyebrows twitched.
‘It’s definitely become clearer.’
Normally, this was a sensation one could only obtain after mastering all the secret techniques of Cheonwae Gyeong with complete proficiency.
Even accounting for my past life’s experience, it was only possible because the divine energy in my upper dantian had expanded so dramatically.
‘In truth, if I hadn’t grown stronger, that would be the real problem. How much have I supplemented and gained in this life?’
The change in my path stemmed from this very growth.
‘In my past life, what my sensory perception aimed for was nothing but survival.’
On the battlefield, I always lacked what my opponents possessed.
But now?
‘I lack nothing—I have more than enough.’
Bones and muscles built from the foundation up through Hyocheongong, inner energy purified of every trace of turbidity, and above all, a transformed perspective and mindset.
I had gained power that transcended mere technique.
Now I possessed the strength to crush opponents head-on, to overwhelm them with raw force alone.
‘Then there’s no need to follow the old ways.’
The Sect Leader was right.
If I hadn’t made wrong choices until now, then this transformation couldn’t have been wrong either.
‘I already knew this.’
I only just realized it now.
‘This transformation is what truly suits me now.’
The moment I reached that conviction.
Shiiiiiing!
Three-colored energy waves pulsed forth from my entire body—the forces of Hyocheongong, Huicheongong, and Hongcheongong that I had unconsciously been suppressing.
Like water bursting through a dam, the torrential power of Cheonwae Gyeong surged through all three meridians of my body.
“Huuuuh….”
For a long while, my exhaled breath carried wisps of pale mist.
It wasn’t a dramatic transformation. I had simply abandoned my old methods and allowed things to flow naturally.
Whoosh!
Dokgo Myeong slowly lifted his eyelids.
My mind felt hazy as if intoxicated, yet an inexplicable ecstasy spread through my entire body.
Clench!
I clenched my fist tightly.
A complex understanding brushing through my mind was channeled into that fist.
Whoosh! Boom!
I thought I was just about to extend my fist, but the air had already shattered.
Unlike before, my movements weren’t scattered or complicated. If anything, they were so fundamental and monotonous that they appeared regressive.
But this was the right path.
Clever tricks could never overcome the fundamentals, after all.
That was when it happened.
“I’ll help you.”
Was it a dream or reality?
Someone’s voice reached me like a hallucination.
“I’ll match your style, so come at me without hesitation, as if in real combat.”
In that drowsy state, a spear suddenly appeared before my eyes.
* * *
“Ahem! You there! Open the gate!”
Star Image Hall Master Jin I-chu had come to Saheon-gak.
Creak!
The main gate of Saheon-gak opened smoothly.
It was Jang Sam who hurried out.
“Oh my, I apologize… Wait, aren’t you the Star Image Hall Master?”
“Hmm? How does a servant of Saheon-gak know me?”
“Well, that is…”
Jang Sam broke into a cold sweat.
“…I’ve simply heard many good things about you.”
“Is that so? Hehe. I appreciate you speaking well of me.”
When you serve those above you as a subordinate, you develop an eye for reading people.
Jin I-chu was courteous even to servants, but to Jang Sam’s eyes, his demeanor seemed intoxicated with himself, making it feel artificial.
‘So he really is as I’ve heard—a man who belongs to neither side.’
Jang Sam narrowed his brows slightly.
He belonged neither to the Elder Council nor the Outer Sect Faction, nor did he abstain from politics to focus solely on leading Baek Gak well.
He was simply a neutral faction’s alley boss, playing tug-of-war between both sides and collecting the scraps that fell.
“Might I ask what brings you to visit us?”
“Ah, I have urgent matters to discuss with your Sect Leader and the young master Dokgo Myeong, so I came directly.”
“Oh, had we received word, we would have prepared…”
“The matter is too pressing to wait, I’m afraid.”
“Ah, yes. But the thing is… Master Myeong is currently in the Training Hall.”
Jin I-chu’s expression became peculiar.
“Heh heh, listen here. It’s fine for me, but next time you should show a bit more courtesy.”
“Pardon?”
“Whether it’s the Sect Leader or anyone else, if a servant leaves someone standing outside the door and keeps talking, it’ll cause quite a commotion. Your job is simply to escort guests to the Guest Hall first.”
“Well, let me first ask inside…”
“Must I continue standing here like this?”
Displeasure colored his tone.
Jang Sam flinched.
“Hmm, it seems you haven’t been a servant for very long.”
“Pardon?”
“Never mind. It’s fine—just escort me to the Guest Hall and bring Master Myeong and the Sect Leader.”
How could one tell someone in the middle of training and someone watching them to come and go?
As Jang Sam hesitated, Jin I-chu laughed heartily.
“When you say Jin Mo has arrived, they’ll come right away. For Master Myeong right now, my visit is far more important than whatever training he’s doing! Heh heh heh!”
“…”
Jang Sam’s expression became enigmatic.
‘Tsk.’
Something felt off.
It felt as though the near future was already unfolding before my eyes.
* * *
Above the Training Hall.
Spear blade and hand blade collided.
Whoosh! Crash!
The spear blade trembled fiercely and bounced back.
‘Who is it?’
This wasn’t the time to worry about such things.
Dokgo Myeong became absorbed in his own martial arts rather than the identity of the spear’s wielder.
Thud!
The spear blade veered away.
A line extending from the space between elbow and spear shaft connected to the tips of his fingers.
It was a gap revealed by his sensory perception.
‘In the past, I would have thrown a feint here and exploited the opening.’
Now there was no need for that.
Dokgo Myeong pressed forward directly.
Clang! Crash crash clang!
Noise erupted from the collision.
With that sound, Dokgo Myeong’s consciousness sank deeper.
Only martial arts—nothing but martial arts—filled his mind.
Meanwhile.
The mysterious spearmaster—none other than Dokgo Yeon—felt her expression growing bright with excitement.
‘Again! Something’s changed again! And drastically so!’
I had only come here for a casual sparring match as usual, yet I found myself facing such a spectacle.
Kuuung!
Dokgo Myeong’s front foot’s true strike shook the ground.
Nearly simultaneously, a punch accumulated with all the force of leg technique burst forth.
Zzzzzzang!
The hand gripping the spear rang out sharply.
Dokgo Yeon’s eyes widened.
‘The power and speed haven’t changed much?’
Yet it felt heavy.
Like being struck by a charging carriage.
Dokgo Yeon grinned wickedly.
‘Finally, he’s wearing the right clothes!’
There was no hesitation at the end of the fist.
I wanted to laugh so hard the world would shake, but I bit my lower lip, fearing it might disturb his state of flow.
‘So now let’s truly clash.’
Dokgo Yeon stamped her true strike toward Dokgo Myeong’s instep.
Whoosh!
Dokgo Myeong halted mid-advance and withdrew his foot.
Kwang!
The true strike finally struck the ground.
In that moment of hesitation from Dokgo Myeong, Dokgo Yeon—never missing such an opening—aimed her fingers at his eyes.
It wasn’t even a finger technique. It was simply an attack targeting a vital point.
Dokgo Myeong twisted his head to the side.
Szzzzk!
Her fingers scraped across his cheek just below his eye, drawing blood.
Stamping the instep, gouging at the eyes.
This was no longer a sparring match. It was genuine combat, woven through with killing intent.
‘This sister is seasoned in real combat, that’s for certain!’
Tak! Tututung!
Yet Dokgo Myeong’s response was extraordinary. He evaded and counterattacked as if anticipating every unconventional move.
In that instant, Dokgo Myeong’s momentum shifted.
Zzzzack!
He lifted his foot and swept Dokgo Yeon away as if pushing her back.
The spear shaft that collided cried out as if it might shatter.
Kwang! Kwang!
Now it was an advance that appeared almost brutish.
How devastating each true strike and thrust was—even Dokgo Yeon, famous for her tyrannical martial arts, couldn’t help but click her tongue.
‘Wasn’t this fellow originally a technique specialist? He was hiding this side of himself?’
How could I even describe it?
Simply overwhelming strength.
No other adjectives were necessary. Direct, unwavering, and monotonous.
Ordinarily, such brutishly straightforward methods would fall prey to deception….
‘This bastard sees through everything.’
It felt almost paradoxical. He was shattering my every trick with textbook precision.
“Hahahaha!”
Dokgo Yeon finally let out a laugh and drew his spear back sharply.
Boom! Crash-bang!
Dokgo Yeon’s counterattack.
Like a leopard unleashed. Dozens of spear energy waves swept across the front, engulfing Dokgo Myeong.
Whoooosh!
The dust from the ground kicked up violently in the storm of the spear blade.
Dokgo Yeon’s eyes twitched.
‘No real impact.’
I understood exactly what that meant.
Dokgo Myeong’s Dokgo Clan martial arts—dissipating force and controlling direction!
Whooom!
The dust that had risen in an instant suddenly cleared.
In that gap, Dokgo Myeong swung his leg with tremendous force.
Crash!
Yet despite such a grandiose motion, the contact against the spear blade felt soft.
Dokgo Yeon’s eyes widened.
‘Is this bastard doing it again!’
Slip-whoosh!
It had never been a strike from the beginning.
Dokgo Myeong’s foot hooked the spear shaft like a sickle, then drove the blade straight into the ground.
A fusion of Geuksin Gyeol and Jahagyeol techniques. Dokgo Yeon gasped in shock.
“Hup!”
Dokgo Yeon released the spear without hesitation and unleashed a sudden palm strike.
With a boom, the palm strike landed squarely on Dokgo Myeong’s chest.
Dokgo Myeong’s body staggered.
But that was all.
‘Is this madman? He took it with his body?’
The moment Dokgo Yeon’s eyes widened in shock, Dokgo Myeong’s front leg came flying.
Dokgo Yeon quickly crossed both hands to block.
Crack!
‘Ugh!’
Both arms were knocked upward.
Toward the now-exposed front, Dokgo Myeong’s tremendous fist came driving through.
Boom! Crash!
My punch shattered the protective technique of the Dokgo Clan’s Eight Divine Powers—the Celestial Stream Divine Technique.
It was utterly overwhelming, brutally unstoppable.
Urgency finally etched itself across Dokgo Yeon’s face.
‘Ugh’
Dokgo Yeon skidded backward across the Training Hall, leaving furrows in the ground.
Yet she didn’t retreat defenseless. Her hands had already seized the spear shaft that had been driven into the earth.
Whoosh! Boom!
She wrenched it free and swung it like a blade in one fluid motion.
My response was simple.
Crack!
I caught the spear shaft mid-air and brought my hand-blade down through its center.
Shatter!
“…!”
The middle of the spear shaft snapped clean in two.
Even for a training spear, a solid iron shaft shouldn’t break so easily—yet it did, offering no resistance whatsoever.
Thud!
I didn’t stop.
Still no flourish. Following the forward step, I simply extended my fist, drawn back taut like an arrow nocked on a bowstring.
Crash!
Dokgo Yeon barely twisted her neck to evade that simple strike.
The whistling sound of the wind blade grazing her ear sent chills racing down her spine.
‘No spear. I need to reposition myself quickly…’
Dokgo Yeon leaped backward and created distance.
Just as she was about to land softly on the ground.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
I kicked off the earth relentlessly, closing in and throwing another punch.
“Hahahaha! This mad buffalo of a man!”
She’d clearly let her guard down too much.
Just because I changed my fighting style slightly—I never expected to become this strong!
Boom!
A direct hit.
Dokgo Yeon’s body should have been sent flying backward without resistance.
But instead, I caught her forearm in mid-air before she could rebound.
“Ah!”
Whoosh!
Dokgo Yeon felt the sky and earth reverse positions.
‘This is truly dangerous…!’
Resistance was impossible.
I swung Dokgo Yeon’s arm and slammed her directly into the ground.
“Ugh!”
Dokgo Yeon squeezed her eyes shut.
Yet the impact she braced for never came.
Dokgo Yeon cautiously cracked open her eyes.
“…?”
*Whoosh.*
A hand cradled the back of her neck, lowering her gently to the ground.
*Huff.*
At the same moment, the menacing flow of true energy that had been surging from Dokgo Myeong dissipated completely.
Dokgo Yeon’s eyes flew wide open.
“You—you!”
“Thank you. I managed to handle it well thanks to you.”
Dokgo Myeong’s face appeared right before her, grinning widely.

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