The Divine And Demonic Doctor [EN]: Chapter 236

The Divine Doctor of Primordial Demise (237)

At that moment, acting on a fierce instinct, Mo Gyugwang retreated sharply.

Seo-eok.

A burning sensation flared, and a long gash appeared near his chest.

Mo Gyugwang’s face turned pale.

A blade that was invisible and left no trace!

Had he hesitated even a fraction, his chest would have been split open, but fortunately, it was only a shallow wound.

But the real problem was something else.

He couldn’t shake off Han Seolhwa, who relentlessly pursued him.

Mo Gyugwang felt a frustrating pressure in his chest.

If only he could wield his sword with inner energy, cutting down the monster before him would be no problem.

However, the opportunity didn’t present itself.

In that moment.

Hwareuk!

A terrifying heat, like burning flesh, forced its way between them.

It was Ma Yeonggi.

His intervention was so perfectly timed that Han Seolhwa had no choice but to abandon Mo Gyugwang and retreat.

Chi-ik.

The spot where Han Seolhwa had been standing.

The accumulated snow vaporized, creating a hazy steam.

Not only that, but the ring-shaped flames blazing on the ground were fiercely eating into the stone slabs.

It was a terrifying Yang energy [positive, active energy in Taoist philosophy] that could melt stone into lava in an instant.

Mo Gyugwang, who barely escaped, calmed his racing heart.

He knew that if Ma Yeonggi hadn’t intervened, he would have died miserably without even using his sword properly.

It was his turn to repay the favor.

Kwae-aek!

Mo Gyugwang’s Gwangdo Sword, silent until now, roared like a dragon.

He wielded the massive sword like a straw, drawing strength from somewhere in his emaciated body.

Kwarung!

At the sword’s passage, lightning sparked, and a dragon’s roar erupted.

It was the shockwave from the distorted atmosphere in a vacuum.

Mo Gyugwang poured everything into this attack.

That’s how chilling the previous attack had been.

An intangible sword with no signs or traces….

It was like facing the legendary Formless Sword that connoisseurs spoke of.

‘No.’

He knew one master who could do that.

Their master, the undisputed greatest expert, the Heavenly Demon.

Jong Yeoui could display such divine power at will.

But the woman before him was not him.

He was being pushed back by her martial prowess, but no matter how great a master she was, she couldn’t use it continuously.

He just had to keep pushing her relentlessly, giving her no chance to breathe.

As expected.

Mo Gyugwang saw fleeting bewilderment in Han Seolhwa’s eyes as she glared at him, her expression hardening.

Kwakwakwa!

The sword shadows surrounding Han Seolhwa rushed in, biting with gruesome intent.

Han Seolhwa’s response was absurdly simple.

She stood silently, waving her sleeves to fend them off as they came within reach.

Kkwang! Kkwang! Kkwang!

The successive impacts shook the frozen air.

The relentless clashes continued.

Mo Gyugwang gritted his teeth, feeling a tingling sensation rising up his wrist.

He could feel cracks in the sword through the hilt.

The burden on his body and mind tightened as time passed.

Every time the sword bounced off, the impact rebounded back to him.

His energy channels were boiling from the accumulated impact.

A sense of foreboding rose from the depths of his chest.

The anxiety he had felt faintly since facing her.

A sense of defeat close to certainty.

At the same time, pure respect surged as a martial artist.

She was also human.

He thought she would eventually tire, but….

It was a meaningless expectation for her, who had surpassed the limits he understood.

The inferiority of his martial prowess weighed heavily on his heart.

Nevertheless, he didn’t give up.

He wasn’t alone.

A reliable person who had crossed the line of death with him was supporting him.

“Fall back!”

Ma Yeonggi’s thunderous voice pierced his ears.

Han Seolhwa swung her sleeve with all her might at the sudden surge of intense heat from behind.

Kkwang!

The ring of fire, colliding with the intense cold, scattered in the air.

But that wasn’t the end.

Rings of fire flew in one after another.

Han Seolhwa tried to pull back, but even that was difficult.

The Flame Wheels cleverly rushed in, blocking all directions!

Kwareureureu!

The area around Han Seolhwa was instantly engulfed in a huge pillar of fire.

Mo Gyugwang, who barely escaped the vortex, took a rough breath.

He had used his inner energy to the limit and didn’t have the strength to move a finger.

But there was no time to rest.

“Not yet!”

Ma Yeonggi, raising his true energy again, shouted in horror.

The last resort that no one had ever survived.

He was confident in the power of the Extreme Flame Hell, but that pride was crumbling.

Han Seolhwa walked out of it with a calm expression.

Meeting Han Seolhwa’s icy gaze, Ma Yeonggi felt goosebumps all over his body.

But he, too, was prepared.

If he continued the battle of inner strength and held on a little longer?

Mo Gyugwang would strike her from behind.

Han Seolhwa suddenly disappeared.

By the time he realized this, a terrifying wave of cold had reached his chin.

Ma Yeonggi drew up all his strength and thrust out his palms.

Jjeo-eong!

“……!”

The moment the palms collided, Ma Yeonggi forcibly swallowed the blood that gushed out.

He was being pushed back in terms of power.

But this was expected.

Geugeugeugeuk.

Ma Yeonggi’s figure was pushed back, carving a deep groove in the ground.

Still, Ma Yeonggi gritted his teeth and endured.

Chiiiiik!

The hazy steam created by the intertwined extreme Yang and heat engulfed them.

“……?”

A sense of bewilderment arose in Ma Yeonggi’s eyes.

Something was wrong.

‘Why?’

Despite such an overwhelming difference in martial prowess, she was rushing too much.

He was a veteran expert who had roamed Dosan Sword Forest for years.

Based on his intuition and experience, he realized the reason.

It was time.

He didn’t know what was making her rush, but one thing was clear.

If he just bought time, there was a chance of winning.

Lee Daedo Gang [idiom meaning to substitute a plum tree for a peach tree, often used to describe a secret maneuver or deception].

Unlike an expert with the upper hand, Han Seolhwa was responding with reckless tactics.

There must be a reason why she was rushing even with such divine power.

Otherwise, there would be no reason to endure such a self-sacrificing plan.

However, Ma Yeonggi couldn’t continue that thought.

Thuk.

Something caught on his heel as he retreated.

“Heok!”

Ma Yeonggi glanced sideways and gasped.

What caught his foot was a corpse.

Bukgung Jeong, frozen to death.

Peoseok.

Perhaps from the impact, Bukgung Jeong’s corpse shattered into pieces.

‘Does that mean?’

Ma Yeonggi’s heart sank.

He hadn’t thought about it while being pushed back, but he was standing where Bukgung Jeong had frozen to death.

Han Seolhwa had deliberately driven him this way.

At the same time, he felt a sharp chill digging into his back.

“……!”

The Ice Crystal floating in the air.

Ma Yeonggi’s face turned pale as he saw the demon laughing, spreading an eerie light.

It was hard enough to deal with Han Seolhwa, but he couldn’t ignore the chill of the Ice Crystal closing in.

He was cornered in a dilemma.

Even if he had reached the realm of mental energy operation [controlling energy with the mind], where true energy arises according to his will, once his mind wavered, cracks appeared in his will.

From then on, the continuous inner strength began to run out.

The delicate hand that broke through his protective energy and pushed towards his chest pierced his retina.

In that moment.

Suddenly, Han Seolhwa turned around.

Kwang!

With a thunderous impact, she was thrown out.

The place where she had been standing.

Mo Gyugwang’s Gwangdo Sword boasted its massive presence.

Ma Yeonggi, who barely survived, began to sweat like rain.

Thanks to Mo Gyugwang, he had escaped the gates of hell.

And above all, he had landed a blow on that inhuman monster for the first time.

It was an unexpected stroke of luck.

He never thought that an expert of her caliber would be so easily attacked by being obsessed with the goal.

Although his waist wasn’t cut in half thanks to his protective energy, he would suffer serious internal injuries.

As expected.

Han Seolhwa, who had been flying and collapsed, spat out a handful of blood and staggered to her feet.

‘As expected!’

An undisguised joy arose in Ma Yeonggi’s eyes as he checked Han Seolhwa’s condition.

The victory he had struggled to seize at the crossroads of life and death!

The hot elation, allowed only to those who jumped into the life-or-death struggle, captivated his whole body.

“It’s almost here. We can catch that monster now!”

Now all he had to do was hold on.

Now that he knew that time was on their side, there was no need to rush.

But something was strange.

The answer that should have come back was not heard.

Kuoong.

A heavy sound rang out next to him.

Ma Yeonggi’s eyes widened as he turned his head towards Mo Gyugwang.

It wasn’t because of Mo Gyugwang, who was leaning on the great sword he had stuck into the ground.

It was the crimson blood gushing out of his neck.

Mo Gyugwang raised one hand and pressed the gaping wound on his neck.

However, it wasn’t enough to stop the pouring blood.

“…….”

Mo Gyugwang and Ma Yeonggi’s gazes met.

Mo Gyugwang moved his lips.

‘Run away.’

The sound wasn’t heard, but the shape of his mouth was clear.

A look of helplessness appeared on Mo Gyugwang’s face as he looked at his own blood pouring out.

‘What’s with this?’

It wasn’t the form of death he had expected.

The moment Mo Gyugwang shoved the Gwangdo Sword into Han Seolhwa’s side.

Mo Gyugwang felt something invisible touching his neck at a rapid speed.

A chilling energy that couldn’t be captured by simply expressing it as fast.

There was no dazzling flash, nor a tearing sound.

Only a sharp energy that chilled his bones was reaching under his chin.

By the time he realized this, that something had already cut his neck and passed by.

‘Intent Form Hand Sword…….’

Or something comparable to it.

Otherwise, there was no way he could have been defeated without even trying.

‘I’m jealous…….’

It was said that the sword would already be there where the mind goes, so there was nothing it could not cut.

Another form of truly free martial arts, not bound by forms or inner strength.

However, it was the end of martial arts that would no longer be allowed to him.

It was a small consolation that he had witnessed it himself before he died.

With that thought, Mo Gyugwang lowered his head helplessly.

There was no need to see more.

It was death.

No matter how great an expert was, he couldn’t survive after pouring out so much blood that it formed a puddle under his feet.