The Genius Doctor of the Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 15

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Huashan Sect Genius Physician, Episode 15

Yu Cheong-a stepped forward with a faint smile, regarding her opponent.
A bulky youth of roughly the same age.
Muscular and rough-featured, he cut an imposing figure.
She offered a proper salute, fists clasped in greeting.
“I’m Yu Cheong-a, a Second-generation Disciple of the Huashan Sect. And you are?”
“An Hyeok, Inner Disciple of the Baekgeom School. Heh—it seems Huashan doesn’t expect to win, sending out a woman first.”
“What makes you say that?”
“The fact that you’re fielding a woman tells me everything. How could someone as frail as you stand against me?”
An Hyeok twisted his mouth in a sneer.
Yet Yu Cheong-a didn’t lose her smile in the face of such transparent provocation. She answered in a light voice.
“We’ll see, won’t we?”
“Hmph. Foolish. I’ll end this quickly so you understand.”
An Hyeok took his stance as he spoke.
Yu Cheong-a followed suit, assuming the Small Blue Sword stance.
Once both appeared ready, Woon-am spoke in a measured tone.
“Then, begin.”
“Haaaagh!”
An Hyeok was the first to cry out, launching forward.
He channeled his bulk to its fullest advantage, attacking Yu Cheong-a with relentless force.
A heavy, fearsome overhead strike unfolded before her.
Yet Yu Cheong-a didn’t dodge.
She simply withdrew her blade.
‘Frightened stiff, is she?’
A contemptuous smile crossed An Hyeok’s face.
Victory already assured in his mind.
But then he heard her voice—cool as a winter wind—and his confidence shattered.
“Your chest is wide open. Full of openings.”
Crack!
That was the moment.
Yu Cheong-a’s wooden sword, drawn backward, swung directly into An Hyeok’s solar plexus.
“Gasp—!”
An Hyeok suddenly couldn’t breathe. The wooden sword fell from his grip, and he gasped and wheezed, his face twisted in agony.
…….
There had been no true exchange of moves—no real duel at all.
The Spectator Stands froze in shock at the unexpected turn.
But then—
“The victor: Yu Cheong-a!”
“Uoooooooh!”
“That’s the Huashan Sect for you!”
A great roar filled the arena.
The outcome was unmistakable to anyone watching.
Yu Cheong-a’s overwhelming victory!
“Just as you said—it ended quickly, didn’t it?” she murmured with a knowing smile to An Hyeok.
Yu Cheong-a smiled faintly as she whispered to An Hyeok.
“You—!”
An Hyeok glared at her with bitter resentment, then descended from the arena.
It was plain he had grasped a hard truth: pressing forward would not bring him victory.
‘Damn fool!’
Gwak Hyeong, watching from the sidelines, swore silently to himself.
Who would have thought it? No drawn contest, no back-and-forth—just a single blow and defeat.
Yet past results cannot be changed.
He ground his teeth and prepared for the next match.
The exchange tournament had only just begun.

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Several more matches followed after that.
The Martial Exchange Tournament began as a clean victory for the Huashan Sect, but…….
The matches that followed saw Baekgeom School surge ahead.
They’d racked up consecutive wins on their side.
‘Well, it’s only natural.’
Baek Hyeon thought about it with indifference.
There was no reason Baekgeom School would have challenged them unless they’d anticipated this outcome.
‘I have to admit it—they really are stronger on average right now.’
Even after acquiring the Small Plum Blossom Formation and ten days of rigorous training, this was the result.
Without even that, Huashan would be faring far worse.
Baek Hyeon thought carefully about the reasons.
Was Huashan falling behind solely because of the pills they’d apparently consumed?
Or was it a lack of talent among Huashan’s Second-generation Disciples, or insufficient training?
‘No, that’s not it.’
Honestly, the talent in both groups seemed roughly equal.
The pills they’d taken would have had a significant effect, but that alone couldn’t account for everything.
The real reason was probably…….
‘A difference in martial arts.’
This didn’t mean Huashan’s martial arts were inferior to Baekgeom School’s.
No—if anything, in terms of depth, Huashan’s martial arts overwhelmed Baekgeom’s.
Centuries of history proved that.
‘But that’s precisely the problem.’
The Second-generation Disciples’ level was still too shallow to embody centuries of accumulated knowledge.
Orthodox Sect martial arts often took the form of late blooming—which meant these Second-generation Disciples would need considerable time before reaching completion.
Baekgeom School, on the other hand?
‘They practice martial arts that aren’t orthodox at all. They’ve researched and developed techniques tailored strictly for combat. It would be more accurate to call it unorthodox martial arts.’
Under such conditions, practitioners’ ceilings were lower, but their growth rate far exceeded that of those studying conventional orthodox arts.
That was why young unorthodox practitioners overwhelmed young orthodox practitioners in sparring—Baekgeom School had simply imported that unorthodox martial philosophy wholesale.
‘But if things go on like this, the atmosphere is going to turn rather ugly…….’
Baek Hyeon thought this and gauged the morale of Huashan’s side.
“Ugh, at this rate we’re in trouble…….”
“How are those bastards so strong?”
As expected, the mood on their side was not good.
With so little experience, they hadn’t even grasped what trick the other side was pulling.
A few of the elders seemed to understand something was amiss, but even they appeared unable to find a solution.
In any case, it was undeniable that Huashan was losing on the surface, and there seemed to be no way to reverse it.
“Huashan is being pushed back like this…….”
“Hmph, Baekgeom School is looking impressive again.”
“I’ve heard Huashan is in decline, but has it really fallen this far?”
The atmosphere in the Spectator Stands was beginning to sour.
For those unfamiliar with martial arts, it seemed likely that Huashan’s competence had genuinely diminished.
If things continued like this, fewer people would seek to form ties with Huashan in the future.
‘There’s no helping it.’
Baek Hyeon, who had been watching from the sidelines, decided to step forward at last.
He’d accepted his friend’s request and committed to revitalizing Huashan, yet watching them crumble like this left a bad taste.
Someone had to reverse this momentum.
“I’ll go next.”
“Are you sure you’ll be all right, Disciple?”
“Yes. I’ll smash them and be back before you know it.”
He grinned and picked up his wooden sword, heading up to the Martial Arts Arena.
Then he called out toward the Baekgeom School side.
“I, Baek Hyeon of Huashan Sect, request a martial exchange with Seol Tae-jin of Baekgeom School.”
“What?!”
Gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd at his words.
“B-Baek Hyeon, what are you saying?!”
Baek Jin, standing behind him, called out in alarm.
His shock was understandable.
Seol Tae-jin of Baekgeom School.
He was the leader of Baekgeom’s Inner Disciples participating in this tournament, the only one who’d reached the First-rate Realm.
That was why the plan had been for Baek Jin, the senior among Huashan’s Second-generation Disciples, to face him.
But now Baek Hyeon was overriding that and calling out Seol Tae-jin instead, which left everyone wondering what he was thinking.
And the same held true for the other side.
“How dare you speak to our senior master like that!”
“Some nobody wants to challenge our senior master?”
“Arrogant brat!”
The Baekgeom School reacted violently, as if Baek Hyeon had insulted them.
Baek Hyeon merely smiled faintly at their outburst.
Whatever they said, it meant nothing.
“Who is that child?”
“Baek Hyeon? He looks rather young…….”
“Isn’t that the boy who’s supposedly already reached the First-rate Realm—Seol Tae-jin?”
The reason was simple.
Baek Hyeon’s words had already set the Spectator Stands into turmoil.
Now it was too late to back away.
They had to answer one way or the other.
‘Their expressions are quite entertaining.’
Baek Hyeon twisted his lips as he watched Gwak Hyeong, the leader of the Baekgeom School.
From the way his brow furrowed, it seemed he thought Huashan was using Baek Hyeon as a sacrificial pawn to eliminate Seol Tae-jin.
Though that had never been the intent.
“You won’t come forward? Perhaps you lack confidence?”
Baek Hyeon added a touch of provocation to speed their response.
“How dare you!”
Someone lunged forward.
It certainly wasn’t Seol Tae-jin…….
“Baek Hyeon! You’ve grown quite arrogant in the time we’ve been apart. How dare a wretch like you set your sights on our leader?”
“Brother Ju? Or rather—you’re no longer my senior, are you.”
His identity was none other than Ju Hyeong-tae.
Once a Lay Disciple of the Huashan Sect, he had abandoned the mountain five years ago after Cheong-jin’s death and joined the Baekgeom School—a traitor.
He bristled at Baek Hyeon’s words.
“What did you say? You can’t even address me properly?”
“Address you properly? Did I misspeak? How could I call a man who fled the mountain like a coward when Huashan’s fortunes declined my senior brother?”
“You insolent…….”
“Besides, I came here looking for Seol Tae-jin. Why have you come out instead, Ju Hyeong-tae? I have no business with you.”
“Hmph! A weakling like you doesn’t warrant our senior master’s attention. I alone am sufficient!”
His voice rang across the Martial Arts Arena.
“That traitorous dog……!”
“How dare he speak such rubbish to our junior brother!”
The senior disciples of Huashan behind them surged with rage, ready to leap forward. Baek Hyeon raised a hand to calm them and turned to Ju Hyeong-tae. “Step down while I’m asking nicely. I have business with Seol Tae-jin, not you.”
“Step down while I’m asking nicely. I have business with Seol Tae-jin, not you.”
“You still haven’t learned. You need a good beating to understand what you’ve done wrong!”
Ju Hyeong-tae said this and suddenly rushed at him.
Was this his true nature, or had the stimulant made him reckless?
‘Either way, I think he didn’t like me talking back to him so freely.’
Baek Hyeon thought this and gripped the Wooden Sword.
“What——!”
“No one gave the signal to start. What are you doing!”
“Young master! Be careful!”
A cry came from behind.
It seemed they could see him being struck by Ju Hyeong-tae’s Wooden Sword and sent tumbling.
Baek Hyeon chuckled lightly and stepped with fluid grace.
The Seven Star Footwork of Huashan.
This technique, which occupied seven directional points as one moved, was treated as fundamental, yet its depth was far from shallow.
As Baek Hyeon deployed the Seven Star Footwork, Ju Hyeong-tae’s Wooden Sword couldn’t even graze his body.
“What——?!”
Ju Hyeong-tae, caught off guard, tried to reset his stance.
Baek Hyeon slipped deep into his guard and drove his fist forward.
‘No need to hit hard. If he used a stimulant to enhance his power, his life force will have surged upward, creating a critical weakness.’
Whatever drug he had taken, the result was the same—his vulnerability lay exposed.
So then.
‘A strike to the Juque Acupoint below the solar plexus should keep him immobilized for a while.’
Crack!
“Gasp!”
Crash! Bang! Bang!
Ju Hyeong-tae offered barely a shred of resistance before tumbling backward from a single blow, skidding across the floor.
“…….”
Everyone’s mouth fell open as they stared at Baek Hyeon.
No one had imagined that the youngest-looking person here could so thoroughly overwhelm the fierce-seeming Ju Hyeong-tae.
But then—
“Waaaaaah!”
“Of course, our Sect Leader!”
“We knew it!”
A roar erupted from the Huashan Sect contingent in the stands.
Baek Hyeon grinned and waved to them before turning his gaze back to the Baekgeom School side. “The distraction has been taken care of. Now, Seol, won’t you come down?”
“…….”
They all remained silent.
He seemed stronger than expected; they could only exchange uncertain glances, looking to one another for guidance.
At length, one figure stepped forward with a heavy sigh.
A young man a full head taller than Baek Hyeon.
Baek Hyeon’s smile widened as he felt the aura radiating from this newcomer.
“So you’re Seol, then?”
“Your match is over. Why haven’t you withdrawn?”
“That wasn’t a match at all. You saw for yourself—he rushed at me without any signal to begin. That was entirely his doing.”
Baek Hyeon spoke while gesturing toward Ju Hyeong-tae, who still gasped for breath.
Seol Tae-jin’s brow furrowed. After a moment, he sighed.
“Seol Tae-jin, Inner Disciple of the Baekgeom School.”
“Baek Hyeon, Second-generation Disciple of the Huashan Sect.”
Baek Hyeon’s grin widened as he twirled his sword with a flick.
“Come at me.”

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