The Divine And Demonic Doctor [EN]: Chapter 315

Each time Jang Gok opened his mouth to speak, he choked and spat out blood.

It was because of the sword that had deeply penetrated and mercilessly torn his lungs apart.

Gal Hyeon-sang frowned.

“A meaningless act…….”

Instead of retrieving his own sword, Gal Hyeon-sang picked up one lying on the battlefield.

His goal was solely Dan Ak-seon’s life.

There was no need to waste time retrieving a sword held by a dying man.

Then, as if his strength had given out, Jang Gok collapsed.

Dan Ak-seon hurriedly reached out and caught Jang Gok as he fell.

Quickly, Dan Ak-seon pressed on Jang Gok’s pressure points and poured the Might of Divine Power [a technique using internal energy] into Jang Gok’s body.

Gal Hyeon-sang sneered at the sight.

“Do you have time for that?”

Jang Gok, noticing Gal Hyeon-sang slowly approaching, gasped and opened his mouth.

“Please, run, Lord Gok…….”

“Don’t speak.”

Dan Ak-seon pressed his hands firmly against Jang Gok’s chest, who had opened his mouth wide.

The blood that intermittently spurted out quickly stained Dan Ak-seon’s hands red.

“Please…….”

Despite Jang Gok’s plea, Dan Ak-seon remained rooted to the spot.

He didn’t even look at Gal Hyeon-sang, who was closing in.

At this moment, Dan Ak-seon’s focus was solely on Jang Gok.

He instinctively knew that the moment he let go, Jang Gok would die.

Gal Hyeon-sang muttered something incomprehensible at the sight.

“You’ll die as a doctor. That’s better than your parents.”

Despite the mention of his parents, Dan Ak-seon didn’t waver.

Amjon [Gal Hyeon-sang’s alias] raised his eyes and surveyed the surroundings.

Most of the subordinates who had been attacking Cho Ak-ryang and Han Seol-hwa were already cold corpses scattered on the ground.

However, Gal Hyeon-sang hadn’t expected much from them anyway.

Their lives had served their purpose by buying time, even if only for a moment.

“May you fully practice the medicine you couldn’t finish here in the afterlife.”

Gal Hyeon-sang lunged his sword at Dan Ak-seon.

No, he was about to lunge.

“……!”

In an instant, his vision darkened as a huge shadow covered Gal Hyeon-sang.

Heukseom [Dan Ak-seon’s horse], sensing its master’s danger, had leaped forward.

Gal Hyeon-sang paused and took a step back.

The powerful horse’s hoof narrowly grazed his chin.

It was an attack that would have been disastrous if he had underestimated it as a mere triviality.

“You dare!”

Just as he was about to swing his sword at the giant horse that was charging again to kick him.

Screech!

This time, something like lightning rushed towards his face from the sky.

Gal Hyeon-sang, realizing it was a hawk, swung his sword like a thunderbolt.

The hawk, which had bared its claws to scratch Gal Hyeon-sang’s eyes, was cut in half and crashed to the ground.

It was then that Gal Hyeon-sang felt a chilling coldness rising up his ankle.

Gal Hyeon-sang, belatedly discovering Han Seol-hwa approaching within striking distance, launched himself towards Dan Ak-seon.

At this point, even the self-proclaimed greatest assassin in the world couldn’t help but feel a sense of urgency.

Heukseom charged to attack Gal Hyeon-sang, kicking again.

However, Heukseom’s hooves slashed vainly through the air.

Gal Hyeon-sang’s figure vanished from that spot as if extinguished.

The terrifying Divine Art of Transfiguration!

Gal Hyeon-sang, who had appeared behind Dan Ak-seon, raised his sword to stab Dan Ak-seon in the back.

At that moment, Gal Hyeon-sang felt a terrifying killing intent envelop the area.

Cho Ak-ryang’s presence was felt behind him, already within striking distance.

“…….”

In a fleeting moment.

Gal Hyeon-sang hesitated, but his deliberation didn’t last long.

Before being one of the Six Demon Lords [powerful figures in the Demonic Cult], he was an assassin, and an assassin would do anything to achieve his goal.

Even if the price was painful, it was time to be true to the assassin’s instinct.

Without the slightest hesitation, Gal Hyeon-sang stabbed Dan Ak-seon.

But…….

Thud.

The sword that had pierced Dan Ak-seon’s back stopped at some point, unable to go any further.

‘Tch!’

Gal Hyeon-sang gritted his teeth as he discovered a hand gripping the sword, stopping it.

It was Han Seol-hwa.

At that moment, when Gal Hyeon-sang couldn’t hide his bewilderment at missing the perfect opportunity.

He felt an extremely subtle force penetrating his side.

Gal Hyeon-sang was instantly faced with a choice.

Thwack.

Cho Ak-ryang’s Warrior Strike mercilessly struck Gal Hyeon-sang’s ribs.

Cho Ak-ryang frowned slightly.

The impact on his fingertips was too light.

Sure enough.

Gal Hyeon-sang’s figure was dissipating like mist before his eyes.

‘Dark Form Mist Steps!’

It was one of Gal Hyeon-sang’s proudest supreme arts.

Even if he was one of the Six Demon Lords of the Demonic Cult, he judged that it was impossible to face masters like Cho Ak-ryang and Han Seol-hwa at the same time.

‘He’s still nearby.’

Cho Ak-ryang spread his senses to find Gal Hyeon-sang, who had perfectly blended into the darkness, erasing even his presence.

But his presence wasn’t caught in any of the sensory nets.

Cho Ak-ryang guarded his surroundings warily.

It wasn’t like he would give up and retreat easily.

Because he had clearly seen the tenacious madness flashing in his eyes at the last moment.

He was surely hiding somewhere, biding his time.

It was then that Heukseom suddenly acted strangely.

It suddenly began to snort and kick up the dirt beneath its hooves.

At that moment, Dan Ak-seon wielded the Black Dragon Staff [his signature weapon].

Clang!

With a flash of blue sparks, the Black Dragon Staff bounced into the air.

It was then that the darkness surrounding Dan Ak-seon rippled.

Beyond it, Gal Hyeon-sang’s figure was momentarily revealed, albeit faintly.

But his appearance was by no means unscathed.

Even though he hadn’t faced them head-on and had deflected their attacks, he had to endure some of Han Seol-hwa and Cho Ak-ryang’s energy.

Cho Ak-ryang and Han Seol-hwa’s eyes turned coldly.

Just as the two were about to launch themselves at Gal Hyeon-sang.

There was a shadow moving even faster than them.

It was Dan Ak-seon.

Thwack!

“……!”

Gal Hyeon-sang’s eyes widened.

Then, with an expression of disbelief, he looked down at the dark Black Dragon Staff that had shattered his solar plexus.

“Cough!”

Belatedly, a waterfall of blood gushed from Gal Hyeon-sang’s mouth.

Because of this, Dan Ak-seon had to take the blood full in the face.

“This is ridiculous…….”

Gal Hyeon-sang muttered powerlessly, as if he himself couldn’t believe it.

But that was only for a moment.

Gal Hyeon-sang’s head slowly drooped, and he died.

Dan Ak-seon, staring at Gal Hyeon-sang with tearful eyes, retrieved the Black Dragon Staff.

Thud!

Gal Hyeon-sang’s figure collapsed like rotten straw.

Cho Ak-ryang and Han Seol-hwa exchanged glances with astonished expressions.

It was an event that would shock the world.

Amjon, one of the Six Demon Lords of the Demonic Cult and known as the Silent Death.

The world’s greatest assassin, who had reigned as a symbol of death, had met his end at the hands of a young doctor called the Divine Doctor of the Demonic Arts.

But on the other hand, they were surprised by Dan Ak-seon’s decisive actions.

Neither of them had expected Dan Ak-seon to kill Gal Hyeon-sang in one blow like this.

Dan Ak-seon, who had been glaring at Gal Hyeon-sang with burning eyes, eventually trudged over and knelt in front of Jang Gok.

“I’m sorry……. I’m really…… sorry.”

At that moment.

Twitch.

“Cough!”

Jang Gok’s figure stirred, coughing up blood.

“……!”

Dan Ak-seon, as well as Cho Ak-ryang and Han Seol-hwa, were startled.

Jang Gok, who they had thought had died just a moment ago, was struggling to open his eyes and look up at them.

Three hours later.

“Hoo…….”

Dan Ak-seon, letting out a long sigh, raised his head with a tired face.

Not to mention his chapped and parched lips, his eyes were also full of exhaustion.

The treatment of Jang Gok and the survivors of the Golden Dragon Merchant Guild was finally over.

Even though he couldn’t properly support his body due to fatigue, Dan Ak-seon staggered and walked to where Jang Gok was lying.

In the meantime, Jang Gok had fallen into a deep sleep.

Regular chest movements and even breathing.

Dan Ak-seon, after repeatedly checking the part where the severed finger had been reattached, smiled with a tired face.

“I think we’ve passed the critical point now.”

Dan Ak-seon, finally turning his gaze away from Jang Gok, took in the horizon where the distant dawn was breaking.

“Now get some rest.”

Dan Ak-seon shook his head at Cho Ak-ryang’s worried gaze.

“There’s something I need to check first.”

Dan Ak-seon walked over to the people who were moving the bodies.

And stood blankly, looking down at Gal Hyeon-sang’s body, which had already been moved to one side.

After a while.

Dan Ak-seon began to search Gal Hyeon-sang’s pockets.

“The items he had have already been set aside separately.”

Dan Ak-seon nodded at Cho Ak-ryang’s words as he approached his side.

“Can I check them?”

Cho Ak-ryang frowned.

Even considering all the circumstances, the current Dan Ak-seon looked extremely unstable.

More than anything, he had experienced killing for the first time.

No matter how hard he tried not to show it, there was no way his mind and spirit would be fine.

Just as Cho Ak-ryang opened his mouth to say something.

A line of telepathic communication flew in.

—Let’s just watch. After all, it’s his responsibility to overcome it himself.

“…….”

Cho Ak-ryang, after staring at Dan Ak-seon for a moment, silently nodded.

“These are the items he had.”

Cho Ak-ryang placed the items Gal Hyeon-sang had in front of Dan Ak-seon.

Several large and small hidden weapons and an identity plaque proving his status as one of the Six Demon Lords.

Dan Ak-seon, staring at the elaborate identity plaque engraved with a demon’s face, muttered to himself without realizing it.

“So he really was Amjon.”

“What did it feel like facing him?”

Dan Ak-seon sighed again.

“It was truly helpless……. It felt like facing a predetermined death.”

Suddenly, Dan Ak-seon shuddered, recalling the Black Dragon Staff that had pierced through his opponent’s bones.

For a moment, various emotions mixed in confusion.

At that moment.

“But what is this?”

Dan Ak-seon, belatedly noticing that a strange object was mixed among Gal Hyeon-sang’s belongings, reached out and picked something up.