The Divine And Demonic Doctor [EN]: Chapter 102

The Martial Alliance officially announced the death of the Blood Demon Venerable, though his body was never found.

Thus, one of the seats of the Ten Supreme Masters became vacant.

If he could demonstrate his true martial prowess at the inauguration ceremony attended by eminent figures from various factions, it wouldn’t be difficult to take that seat.

Then, the reputation of the Qingcheng Sect would also drastically improve.

He was that confident in his martial arts.

“A very impatient guest indeed.”

Qingmyeong Sanin smiled toward the entrance.

“The inauguration ceremony is still a long way off, so what’s the rush to visit our sect so early?”

He sensed the opponent falter within his energy field.

Shortly after.

Clunk.

The door opened, and a man entered Sangcheong Palace.

Cho Ak-ryang, who had been staring intently at Qingmyeong Sanin’s face with a relaxed attitude, slowly nodded.

“Yes, indeed… seeing you like this, I remember.”

A face he had never forgotten for a moment.

The image of the wooden statue placed under the ancestral tablet of his master overlapped with the face of Qingmyeong Sanin.

Qingmyeong Sanin wore a puzzled expression.

“Do you know me?”

Cho Ak-ryang smiled quietly.

At that moment.

“……!”

Qingmyeong Sanin’s complexion turned pale.

“You are!”

An exclamation of astonishment burst from Qingmyeong Sanin’s mouth.

The Qingcheng Blood Demon who took the lives of his senior brothers. How could he ever forget that person!

He hadn’t recognized the face, changed by the passage of time, at once, but he could never forget those eyes.

“I heard you were dead?”

Cho Ak-ryang retorted in a chilling voice to Qingmyeong Sanin’s question, who asked with an incredulous face.

“I should be the one asking that. Why are you still alive?”

Only then did Qingmyeong Sanin realize something.

“Those incompetent Martial Alliance bastards……!”

They covered up the truth because they didn’t want to reveal their mistake.

Cho Ak-ryang smirked.

“How amusing.”

“……?”

“Isn’t the current situation like that? We both thought each other was dead, but here we are, alive and facing each other.”

Qingmyeong Sanin was silent.

He couldn’t laugh like Cho Ak-ryang.

Back during the Qingcheng Blood Demon incident, he had feigned death to survive. After barely escaping with his life, he secluded himself in the deep mountains and devoted himself to martial arts training day and night.

Recalling those hellish years of endurance, a murderous intent naturally surged.

When he thought about it, the harsh times he had endured were all because of the culprit before his eyes.

“It’s all the better.”

Qingmyeong Sanin raised his energy, exuding a thick murderous aura.

“Let’s finish the fight from back then right here.”

When he thought about it, there was no simpler and more certain way to seize the seat of the Ten Supreme Masters than this.

All he had to do was defeat Cho Ak-ryang, one of the Ten Supreme Masters, in this place.

Cho Ak-ryang let out an involuntary chuckle.

“What’s so funny?”

In response to Qingmyeong Sanin’s question, Cho Ak-ryang met his gaze with blatant mockery.

“I was just thinking how brazen it is for a rat who abandoned his dying senior and junior brothers to run away to talk like that.”

“Shut up!”

“It seems you’ve been keeping up with the news even while hiding. Judging by how you crawled out as soon as you heard I was dead.”

Qingmyeong Sanin flinched.

But Cho Ak-ryang’s words were wrong.

He had come out to clear his name by finding Cho Ak-ryang after perfecting his martial arts.

It was just a coincidence that the timing was like this.

Qingmyeong Sanin, who had gritted his teeth, growled in a low voice.

“I’ll send you to hell. The place that suits you best.”

Cho Ak-ryang took those words.

“Is there a separate hell? This place where devils like you and I live is hell.”

Without either of them acting first, they both rushed toward each other simultaneously.

Kwaang!

Even though their hands collided, an explosion erupted.

A chaotic shadow of hands filled the space in an instant, flying toward each other’s vital points.

While they were entangled and exchanging attacks and defenses, surprise flashed across Cho Ak-ryang’s eyes.

“……!”

Indeed, there was a reason why Qingmyeong Sanin had made such a confident statement.

Even though he wasn’t in perfect condition, the opponent, who hadn’t even been a match for him in the past, was now deflecting and countering his attacks so easily.

Moreover, he wasn’t being pushed back significantly in terms of either internal energy or techniques.

Above all, his Gold Snatching Hand, which he prided himself on as the most outstanding in the current Jianghu [the martial arts world], was being blocked too easily.

Cho Ak-ryang was inwardly quite embarrassed by the opponent’s movements, which were much more sophisticated and skillful than he had expected.

Cho Ak-ryang had already exchanged blows with all of the Qingcheng Seven, who were said to be the best experts of the Qingcheng Sect.

Naturally, he knew more about the martial arts of the Qingcheng Sect than anyone else.

The martial arts that Qingmyeong Sanin was using before his eyes.

At first glance, it seemed like the techniques of the Qingyun Nine Forms and the Chuyun Fist, but the underlying principles were closer to hand techniques than fist techniques. However, the Great Firmament Hand of the Qingcheng Sect, which Cho Ak-ryang knew, did not have such subtlety.

If it had, he wouldn’t have been able to deal with the Qingcheng Seven so easily.

Then, at one moment.

A flash of lightning-like light erupted from Cho Ak-ryang’s eyes.

“You shameless bastard!”

A stern shout burst from Cho Ak-ryang’s mouth as he realized why he was able to fight him so evenly.

The techniques that Qingmyeong Sanin was using.

The movements that were subtly revealed between the flow and flow were too familiar. It was because a significant portion was similar to the Gold Snatching Hand that he used.

No.

It wasn’t just similar.

The sharpness of penetrating the gaps in the offense and defense, and the method of nullifying the opponent’s attacks through various routes, were exactly the same as if they had been copied.

It was also at that moment that a bitter smile appeared on Qingmyeong Sanin’s face.

“Did you finally realize it?”

It was said that the student surpasses the teacher.

Imitation is the foundation of creation.

How could any martial art in the world have fallen from the sky?

It is to improve by supplementing the shortcomings and adding the advantages based on the existing martial arts.

That’s what it was like right now.

The martial arts of the Qingcheng Sect, which had been fused into one with the existing martial arts, were incomparable to those of the past.

By erasing the existing shortcomings and adding the advantages, it became perfect in itself.

Just as most martial arts names symbolize clouds, the martial arts of the Qingcheng Sect were focused on extreme change. However, by incorporating the mysteries of extreme speed and the principles of heavy illusion into it, it was transformed into a new divine art in itself.

“It’s the result of pouring all my past years and sweat into it.”

Jjeo jjeo jjeong!

The sharp impact sound that erupted as each other’s hands intertwined shook the entire Sangcheong Palace.

Qingmyeong Sanin, who was driving Cho Ak-ryang back, sneered.

“Besides, you’re not the one to talk. A descendant of a traitor, that is.”

The traitors who clung to the foreign tribes and sold out their people were the Han traitors.

During the Yuan Dynasty [a dynasty that ruled China from 1271 to 1368].

The Maoshan Sect, which abandoned its pride as a Han Chinese and leaned on the Yuan imperial family, compiled the martial arts of the existing Nine Great Sects and created new martial arts.

Cho Ak-ryang was the last successor of that Maoshan Sect.

“If you trace back to the roots, isn’t it just taking back what was originally ours!”

“……!”

Cho Ak-ryang was dumbfounded to the point of being speechless.

It was because of Qingmyeong Sanin’s shamelessness, who was now openly using the techniques that he had been subtly mixing and using at first.

Once caught, he intended to use it proudly!

Now that the situation had come to this, Cho Ak-ryang felt like he was fighting his own shadow.

“It’s become certain now.”

It was the moment when suspicion turned into conviction.

The bastard stole the techniques that he could understand from his master’s secret manual and made them his own, and gave the Danhong Jeokha Eight Forms, which were difficult to understand, as bait as if to bestow grace in order to gain the loyalty of the secular sects.

So Cho Ak-ryang was furious.

At that moment, a flash of light flashed across Qingmyeong Sanin’s eyes.

It was almost simultaneous that Cho Ak-ryang’s attack missed the opponent for a moment and that Qingmyeong Sanin disappeared from his sight.

By the time Cho Ak-ryang realized this, Qingmyeong Sanin had already pushed his shoulder into Cho Ak-ryang’s side.

“……!”

Cho Ak-ryang’s face hardened.

A moment of agitation.

That fleeting tremor had completely given away the boundary of breath where inhalation and exhalation intersected.

It was truly an absurd mistake.

And…….

As is often the case in fights between experts, a moment’s mistake is bound to lead to irreversible consequences.

Udeuk!

Cho Ak-ryang gritted his teeth at the heavy impact that penetrated his side.

As Cho Ak-ryang’s feet rose, Qingmyeong Sanin did not miss the perfect opportunity. He relentlessly crammed attacks into Cho Ak-ryang’s gap that was revealed for a moment.

Pabababak!

Impact sounds like drumming on a leather drum erupted in succession.

Sharp attacks using the palm, the edge of the hand, and the elbow flew non-stop toward Cho Ak-ryang’s vital points.

It was a relentless series of attacks that didn’t even give him a chance to catch his breath.

Cho Ak-ryang was helpless against the hail of attacks.

Qingmyeong Sanin had no doubt about his victory.

No matter how excellent his protective energy is, he cannot be safe even after being hit in the vital points in succession like this.

“Let’s end it now.”

Qingmyeong Sanin’s hand caused a change.

Instead of the agile movements up to now, an incomparably soft and eerie energy began to form in his hand.

The Qingcheng’s ultimate skill that tears the heart to pieces.

It was the Choesim Palm, which was known to be unmatched by any other Nae-ga [internal energy based] heavy hand technique.

At that moment.

Qingmyeong Sanin suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

It was true that he had the upper hand, but he couldn’t ignore the instincts of a martial artist that he had relied on all his life.

It was also at that moment that he met Cho Ak-ryang’s eyes.

“Foolish.”

Cho Ak-ryang smiled.

“……!”

Qingmyeong Sanin’s eyes wavered.

That was because, even in a situation where he was about to fall, there was no sign of panic or embarrassment in Cho Ak-ryang’s eyes. Rather, even at this moment, he was gleaming coldly like a hawk aiming for its prey.

Qingmyeong Sanin’s heart sank.

It was because Cho Ak-ryang suddenly reached out his hand and tried to grab his neck.

A blow that neglected defense.

But somehow, the powerful energies that filled his eyes in an instant were being cut off strand by strand so helplessly.

Qingmyeong Sanin hurriedly stepped back.

As a result, Cho Ak-ryang’s hand also cut through the air in vain.

Cho Ak-ryang sprinkled a haughty look while straightening his staggering figure.

“If you had continued to use the martial arts of our sect, there would have been a possibility.”

Cho Ak-ryang had already regained his composure.

Jeobeok.

As Cho Ak-ryang approached, Qingmyeong Sanin, sensing the danger, once again poured out the martial arts of the Qingcheng Sect, which he had newly established based on the martial arts of the Maoshan Sect.

However, Cho Ak-ryang had no intention of avoiding it from the beginning.

‘This crazy bastard!’

Qingmyeong Sanin swallowed the embarrassment that was bursting out.

It was because of Cho Ak-ryang, who was neglecting defense and only responding with fatal attacks.

“Keuk!”

In the end, Qingmyeong Sanin had no choice but to withdraw his attack.

But that was a fatal mistake.

On the contrary, Cho Ak-ryang began to increase his momentum terribly.

A sense honed through actual combat while walking on the tightrope of the boundary of death.

Using that as a weapon, he began to unleash only attacks of murderous intent.

Qingmyeong Sanin felt impatient.

It was a fight that seemed equal at first glance, but as time passed, he began to realize the clear difference in skill.