Genius Wizard Takes Medicine [EN]: Chapter 812

As the Ascendant’s form was bent in half and flung away, Lenok seized the Ascendant’s shoulder in mid-air and swung him around.

The grotesquely elongated, dark shadow was crushed and pulverized beneath the Sanctuary of the Innocent.

The aftershock alone caused hundreds of cracks to appear across the temple floor, triggering a violent earthquake.

“……!!”

The Ascendant, staggering, stared at the wounds torn into his flesh by Lenok.

The injuries weren’t healing; instead, they were slowly being consumed by the bizarre magic created by the sorcerer before him.

A body that had already died and lost its life. A spirit trapped in a dead body, unable to let go of its lingering attachments.

Lenok’s assertion that he would kill and obliterate both at once was no lie.

The Ascendant’s form, having slowly regained its balance, faced Lenok askew.

The Ascendant’s blood, scattered for the first time by Lenok’s magic.

Unconsciously, the Ascendant clutched his side, and drops of blood fell from his fingertips.

“……It hurts.”

That was the first thing the Ascendant muttered, his expression blank as he touched the wound on his side.

“This body is nothing more than a corpse that died long ago, so why do I feel sensations?”

“…….”

“If the power and will remaining in me are the memories of this body, then is this pain merely a remnant of those memories?”

Crack!!

The Ascendant’s gloved fingers ruthlessly tore into his mangled side.

The Ascendant’s body was ripped apart, mangled, and bleeding profusely under that touch.

He scraped away the magic of the Innocent that Lenok had embedded in his body, which was disrupting his immortality, with his bare hands.

The Ascendant had also instinctively realized that he could not continue the fight without removing it from his body.

Swish!!

With a vein bulging on his forehead, he slowly tore into his side, scraping away Lenok’s magic.

The Ascendant’s expression twisted in agony as he scraped away blood vessels and nerves, but his gaze never left Lenok.

As pieces of flesh and muscle were pulled out of the wound and fell to the ground, he channeled magic into his gauntlet and rubbed it over the wound.

Sizzle!!

An abnormal response that cauterized the wound, burning it away.

However, the Ascendant nonchalantly burned and crushed his own wound, tilting his head back.

“I still don’t understand… I gave everything to understand it, yet I know nothing.”

“…….”

“All the time I’ve lived, all the moments that ended before the cult leader, meant nothing…”

The Ascendant muttered as if spitting out the words.

“I can’t stand it, I feel like I’m going mad…!!!”

“Then you should have gone mad.”

Lenok laughed.

“You should have gone so mad that you could never return, so broken that no one could dare approach you.”

“……!!”

“The moment you abandoned your path and relied on the cult leader, your journey ended there. Don’t you understand yet?”

Lenok said, looking at the Ascendant’s distorted face.

“The moment you thought someone else’s answer was better, you already lost the right to reach the next stage.”

“Nonsense!!!”

Amidst the downpour of candlelight, the dead Ascendant and the Apostle of the Innocent clashed.

Clang!!

The moment Lenok and the Ascendant’s hands intertwined in the air, they were flung away as if leaping through time.

They relentlessly thrust their arms and legs to shatter each other’s bodies, wielding their magic with all their might while maintaining their center of gravity.

The torrent of twisted magic and intent between their wrists and elbows erupted violently behind them, sweeping across and crushing the area for dozens of meters.

Ninefold Arrival Martial Arts, Eight Forms

Seven Piercings (七穿) [A martial arts technique focused on precise strikes]

Secret Transmission

Dissection Flash (解例閃) [A technique that breaks down an opponent’s defenses]

Thud thud thud thud!!!

They traded blows of fists and mental strikes at a distance where their breaths and gazes crossed.

They unleashed martial arts and techniques based on intent in rapid succession from dozens of meters away.

A miracle that seemed to exist simultaneously in different spaces, unbound by time and distance.

The dark shadows and void magic flashed everywhere, relentlessly burning every space visible to the eye.

Eight Mirrors (捌鏡) [A technique that manipulates reflections and perception]

Pale ripples flashed and rotated dozens of times in the air.

Rebellious Rampage (匪猖) [A chaotic and destructive fighting style]

The dark, sunken fighting spirit tore apart, echoing like a strange song.

Assaulting Harm (毆害) [A technique focused on overwhelming the opponent with force]

They shattered and dismantled the intent that was striking down from all directions.

Kwaaaang!!

The waves of intent that surged over the Sanctuary of the Void exploded and distorted along the horizon beyond the cathedral, stretching far into the distance.

The magic, colliding and intertwining without regard to order or size, became a storm that swept across the entire cathedral.

In the center of that storm, the forms of two monsters collided and clashed, their bodies grinding against each other.

They bounced and tumbled across the sea of candlelight, clashing in an instant, leaping across space.

Crack crack crack!!!

The Ascendant’s magic, sinking into darkness, trailed like a meteor shower and plummeted down a massive cliff.

Using the countless candles of curse that hung and shone on the cliff as landmarks, they traversed the ruins of the vast cathedral.

Amidst the countless scattered stones in the air, they accurately pinpointed Lenok’s form and landed a punch.

Kwaaang!!

The magic, twisted in different directions, exploded in two separate waves. Lenok and the Ascendant’s forms collided amidst countless fragments of temple pillars.

A melee where they shattered each other’s gaps on the swaying pillar fragments, where even maintaining balance was difficult.

Every moment they unleashed magic, wielded intent, and screamed silently, the recoil exploded, leading the two superhumans to the edge of the Sanctuary of the Void.

“Aaaaaaaah!!!!”

The space of the great cathedral cracked and tore apart in all directions, revealing the desolate landscape of the spirit realm.

Lenok and the Ascendant’s forms, surging through the distorted cracks, were flung out of the spirit realm, sliding across the swaying bridge of souls.

“……!!!”

Thud!!

His knee was torn apart by a long, forceful stomp.

His side exploded from a glancing touch, his nerves severed by a kick to the shoulder, and his consciousness sank from a punch to the jaw.

Normally, any one of these attacks would have been a fatal blow, ending the battle instantly.

However, Lenok took all of the Ascendant’s attacks head-on and began to shatter the Ascendant’s body in return.

Crack crack!!

He tilted his exploded side to crush his thigh, smashed his broken shoulder to pulverize the muscle, and bit off the fingers that had struck his lower jaw.

He moved his body with intuition and reason, whipping his physical organs to the brink of collapse by combining magic and intent.

The magic of the Outer Sea held his shattered body together, temporarily ignoring the penalties, and the moment he bloomed his microcosm.

The Ascendant’s head lurched violently, scattering black blood in its place.

Kwaaang!!

At the same time, Lenok’s form was flung in the opposite direction, falling onto the sea of candles below the sanctuary.

Pillars of light, exploding in a diagonal pattern, struck down upon the Sanctuary of the Void, tearing open cracks.

Lenok coughed weakly amidst the flames of curse that refused to be extinguished.

“Cough!!”

“If it’s a warrior’s ability forcibly created, then maintaining that deformed balance alone would consume a tremendous amount of mental energy.”

The Ascendant, his hands covered in blood, tore at his wounds as he looked down at Lenok from the hill made of stacked candlesticks.

He smiled as he watched Lenok, who was dripping with sweat.

“Whether it collapses or breaks, you won’t last long. You’ve made a completely wrong choice….”

“…….”

It wasn’t wrong.

He was wielding the abilities of a warrior, but this was not a talent that was originally granted to Lenok.

The magic manipulation of the manipulation technique. The mental martial arts of the Two-in taught by Claude Azlan. The existence of the Gwangramuhae Palace [A place of martial arts training] and the Incarnate Body. Even the Apostle Selection Ritual.

If even one of these were absent, it would have been impossible for Lenok to continue this melee against the Ascendant here.

Even after stringing together this much coincidence and miracle, he was still risking his life in a precarious battle.

The Ascendant’s perfect body, the martial arts of a berserker unleashed by the memories of his past life engraved in that body.

However, Lenok knew that it would not be easy to break through that head-on, yet he continued to challenge it, risking his life.

There was a coincidence that could not be reached if not for this moment, a possibility that could not be confirmed if not for this fight.

Forcibly creating the warrior’s branching point and standing here was perhaps a miracle that might never be tested again.

The penalty of the body that Lenok was born with the moment he opened his eyes in this world.

Lenok knew that if he could overcome it even for a moment in this instant, he had to test it.

“It’s hard to believe that a power created clumsily with a sorcerer’s talent could be this strong… but even that miracle is as meaningless as a candle in the wind.”

The Ascendant said, looking around at the many candles flickering precariously around him.

“Like the curse that’s fading here and now.”

“Well… I doubt I’m the only one who was made so clumsily.”

However, instead of answering Do-rae’s question, Lenok slowly shook his head.

Though it was a body that had already died, the one moving it was Do-rae himself, the body’s original owner.

A powerful figure who had mastered martial arts, gained fame that shook the continent, and reached a level that no one could dare to approach.

But Lenok knew that this was far from the true essence of the Ascendant Do-rae.

“The Ascendant Do-rae is a transcendent who reached level 9 as a Berserker.”

Lenok said, spitting out black, clotted blood.

“But what about you now? Are you mad enough to be called a Berserker?”

“……”

“Even though you have the body of an Ascendant, you can’t be called a true Ascendant after all.”

Lenok smiled, looking at the silent Do-rae.

“After all, the reason you reached the ninth level was because you temporarily handed over your body to the cult leader.”

The reason Do-rae gained the qualification was because he handed over his body through a deal with the cult leader.

As a result, he went completely mad and became a berserker who slaughtered and smashed everything he could get his hands on.

But it was precisely because of that that he was able to surpass his limits and become complete as an Ascendant.

Do-rae, who had regained his body and stood here, was neither an outstanding martial artist nor a madman.

A being who possessed the body of an Ascendant but not the corresponding spirit. Lenok had realized this essence the moment Do-rae manifested.

“It’s ironic. The very fact that you can exist here is because you’re relying on such ambiguous causality in the first place.”

After saying that, Lenok slowly raised his body, then paused when he noticed a dimly glowing candle beside him.

[Yao Xun’s Incarnation Ritual.]

“……Or maybe I just didn’t want to admit it.”

Lenok, who had been looking at the nameplate engraved on the candle, slowly reached out and grabbed the candlestick.

Lenok, who extinguished the flame by squeezing it, threw it away without any regrets and stood up, saying,

“You hate and resent the cult leader, but the fact that you were able to get another chance is thanks to him.”

“……No.”

“You’re obsessed and attached because you know you’re incomplete. The answer is twisted towards someone else, not yourself.”

Lenok said, slowly raising his right hand.

The moment he reached out towards Do-rae’s chest as if grabbing something invisible in the air.

“If it’s a lingering attachment that you yourself aren’t sure about, I’ll cut it off right here.”

“Don’t call it a lingering attachment!!!”

Do-rae frantically pulled up his magic power and rushed towards Lenok.

“I’ve looked back on everything and made this decision with my own will. Failures like the cult leader must disappear!!!”

The dark-colored gauntlet, rippling like a deep shadow, rotated and scattered a fist attack that was incomparable to the previous one.

In a fleeting moment, he unleashed dozens, hundreds of shockwaves as if breathing, and slammed down a fighting spirit with even greater power.

Kugwagwagwa!!

The berserker’s murderous intent poured down like rain from above.

At the end of countless hours, a deeply broken and twisted obsession and stubbornness mixed with magic power, burning lowly.

The intense blow, containing that resentment, pierced through Lenok’s body and scattered behind him.

Tudududuk!!

The magic power that had been assisting Lenok’s movements was completely burned and annihilated, following the combustion of that pitiful thought.

If the magic power that had been assisting in the battle with Do-rae was damaged beyond repair, the precision of body manipulation would also be greatly reduced.

But Lenok moved his body without hesitation, even knowing that fact.

Simsangmu’s Fighting Pull (鬪引) [A forbidden technique that moves the body of a warrior who has surpassed his limits with his mind].

He knows that there is a realm that can only be reached at this moment.

As if reviving the memories of his body that he had forgotten, he relived the exploding senses one by one in the tightrope walk between life and death.

The smell of burning flesh. Cold breath. Hot, flushed blood and taut muscles.

The cool breeze brushing his cheeks and the sensation of rotating magic power. The Ascendant’s fighting spirit exploding before his eyes.

As if taking out and reproducing all those sensations from his memory, he added meaning to the decisive battle that had continued until now.

Huuk!!

At that moment, Lenok’s figure moved at a speed that was incomparable to the previous one, breaking and trampling all of Do-rae’s attacks head-on.

Kwaaaang!!

Magic power and thought, the fist and center of gravity that are the core of it, the balance axis and the battle of wits.

He shattered and destroyed from the root all the driving force that was the basis of that body, which had gained the qualification to challenge the Ascension.

Do-rae, who recognized this, also frantically pulled up his magic power, forcibly raising his collapsing body and burning himself.

“Aaaaaaaa!!!”

Ninefold Do-rae Thought Secret

Mukyeong (墨影) [Ink Shadow]

[Seonrabicheon (先拏飛天)] [First Grasp Flying Heaven]

Do-rae’s body, which was running through the temple where dark starlight was pouring down, lost its shape and collapsed on the spot.

The overflowing dark magic power was wrapping around his body, and only a brush was cutting through space and time.

Transcending the form of matter in an instant, becoming a real inflammation of penetration and shooting towards Lenok.

Kwaaaaaaa!!!

Under the sea of candles where the cathedral and the temple of Muhae Palace overlapped.

Do-rae’s figure, which was dimly distorted above his head, fell down as a giant’s fist that filled the entire space.

[I will kill the cult leader and save the world.]

In between, Do-rae’s roar was clearly heard by Lenok.

[I, who was betrayed by that man… I, who saw his true nature and paid the price, must take his place in that great achievement!!!]

“No.”

Lenok said, pulling up his magic power at the same time.

“The one he’s waiting for isn’t you.”

Yes, only after coming this far could Lenok finally refocus his thoughts on the cult leader.

Like the message written on the old mirror that existed under the sea of the Far East branch of the cult.

He is waiting.

As a martial artist who opened his eyes in this world, after going through two ascensions, in the fanaticism towards the Outer Sea.

At the end of a deformed life where he lost his body and lived and breathed in the memories of others.

For a clear answer that will solve everything.

He is waiting for a terrible ending that will destroy everything.

How many challenges and failures did he go through to reach that place?

How many things did he do that only waiting was left?

He can only vaguely guess now, but even so, he seems to know vaguely.

The fact that he is waiting for him.

And the fact that he himself had also known it inwardly.

Even facing the arrangements and memories he left behind, his evil deeds and karma.

It is only reflected like a mirror as a question that the cult leader himself is throwing at Lenok.

Then Lenok must also show it.

To the failed savior who is watching this moment from somewhere.

To another self who is not the same even in the same place, and not different even in a different place.

Pajijijik!!

The moment Lenok’s immeasurably enlarged thought exploded and overflowed, shaking.

From Lenok’s fingertips, the radiance of lightning began to twist and bloom miserably.

The Apostle of Muhae.

Even at the branching point of a madman who had lost everything and accepted the power of the Outer Sea, the image of lightning remained by Lenok’s side until the very end.

The image of the Eight-Linked Lightning Logic Dome (八連雷理穹) [A technique that manipulates lightning in a complex pattern], which was endlessly overflowing even though it had not been deployed in this place, went berserk through the kaleidoscope.

It turned into a black lightning that was withered and submerged, completely different from the blue lightning he had been using until now.

Jjeojeok!!

The shape of the black lightning that bloomed from his fingertips began to dig into his body in reverse, distorting Lenok’s figure.

A technique that applies the nature transformation of lightning to the body itself, transforming the whole body into the shape of real lightning.

Body-Lightning Unification (身雷合一), which Lenok had never attempted even after learning electric magic due to his innate penalty.

The moment Lenok’s figure flickered with black, withered lightning and lost its shape and twisted.

[Lightning Void (雷虛)]

The entire temple of Gwangra Muhae Palace tilted around Lenok.

Kugugung!!

Lenok’s figure, which had turned into black lightning and dashed, pierced through Do-rae’s perception.

The Seonrabicheon, rippling with dark magic power, scattered and disappeared in all directions, and immediately after the Ascendant’s figure appeared in that place.

Lenok’s fingertips, which were flashing in front of Do-rae, landed on Do-rae’s heart without even having time to react.

“……!!!”

The black lightning, withered and containing the magic power of Muhae, flickered and slowly rotated along his touch.

The moment it was projected onto Do-rae’s entire body with a huge intention of explosive power at point-blank range.

[Muhagyeol (無霞結)] [No Haze Knot]

Along with the illusion that a black kaleidoscope was rising and rotating behind Do-rae’s body, the intention of annihilation pierced through the entire Mugan [A concept referring to the space between the physical and spiritual realms].

It broke through and tore apart the sanctuary that observes all the curses of the continent at one point.