The Divine And Demonic Doctor [EN]: Chapter 261

The appearance of the two brightened Hong Jeok-mun’s expression.

Conversely, Mo Yong-geuk’s face twisted as if he had chewed on bitter roots.

“This is none of your concern!”

“That might be true if it were Blood Demon and Mangsan Choja.”

“……?”

While Mo Yong-geuk was puzzled by Cho Ak-ryang’s words,

Beom Gye-wi opened his mouth with a smile.

“But the people here are Wang Chil and Seokdu.”

Hong Jeok-mun spoke to Mo Yong-geuk, who still didn’t understand.

“They are the Azure Guests of our gang.”

Despite Beop-ryo’s concerns, this was the real reason he was confident.

It was then that Beom Gye-wi, looking back and forth between Mo Yong-geuk and Hong Jeok-mun, frowned.

“Ugh, weakling.”

“Yes?”

“Why are you struggling against such a pathetic guy?”

“That, well…….”

“Never mind. Take this.”

Beom Gye-wi, cutting off Hong Jeok-mun’s flustered words, took something out of his pocket and placed it in his hand.

“Dan Eui-won [Dan Ak-seon’s alias] took care of it.”

Hong Jeok-mun’s eyes widened.

If it was sent by Dan Ak-seon, its power would surely be extraordinary.

Sure enough.

Despite being wrapped in beeswax, a clear fragrance quickly spread around.

“Is that guy my share?”

“I’ll take care of that one.”

Thud.

Cho Ak-ryang and Beom Gye-wi’s shoulders collided as they tried to step forward.

“……?”

“……?”

The two stared at each other with puzzled eyes and frowned simultaneously.

“Cho hyung [older brother],”

“That guy is mine.”

“Says who?”

“That’s the way of the Jianghu [martial arts world]. There’s an order to things.”

“So I should do it. I’m the head of the Ten Evils.”

Cho Ak-ryang had admitted it himself in the past.

After glaring at each other for a moment.

“I guess there’s no choice. Let’s decide with a lottery.”

Beom Gye-wi contorted his face at Cho Ak-ryang’s suggestion.

“That damn lottery! No! I won’t do it!”

It was fortunate that the witch hated the stench of beggars so much; if they had to pick the two people to come here by lottery, he would be squatting in a corner of the clinic, only sucking on climbing milkweed.

Mo Yong-geuk was dumbfounded by the sight.

He was truly dumbfounded and angry at the behavior of the two people who dared to talk about a lottery in front of him.

But the real trouble was yet to come.

“I’ve already laid claim to that guy.”

“When?”

“Ptooey! Right now.”

Mo Yong-geuk was startled and quickly stepped back.

Regardless.

Beom Gye-wi grinned.

“See?”

“…….”

Cho Ak-ryang was inwardly dumbfounded.

But it was nothing compared to Mo Yong-geuk, who was actually hit by the spit.

He thought it was a hidden weapon, but it was spit.

What was even more absurd was that he didn’t even have time to avoid it.

He realized something was flying like a ray of light and stepped back, but his clothes were already covered in thick phlegm.

“Hey! You cowardly…….”

The moment Cho Ak-ryang shouted something.

Beom Gye-wi was already flying towards Mo Yong-geuk.

“You can’t take back spit once you’ve spat it out!”

覆水不返盆 (Boksu Bulbanbun) [Once water is spilled from a container, it cannot be retrieved].

Beom Gye-wi was arbitrarily attaching meaning to the saying that spilled water cannot be put back into the bowl.

Mo Yong-geuk shouted with a face full of anger.

“How dare a member of the Ten Evils!”

Cho Ak-ryang, who was listed as one of the Five Supreme Masters of the World, was clearly a burden to him.

On the other hand, except for Cho Ak-ryang, no one among the Ten Evils could be his opponent.

At best, No Dan-yang, who had recently practiced demonic arts and become noticeably stronger?

But even he was gone now, and Beom Gye-wi and Ak Ho-gun were not even on his mind.

But it didn’t take long for him to realize how foolish that thought was.

Mo Yong-geuk, who discovered Beom Gye-wi’s fist lifting his chin, immediately counterattacked.

His hands, which narrowed the distance with Beom Gye-wi as if sliding, drew a brilliant swimming motion.

It was Dujeonseong, a unique martial art that was also a symbol of the family.

“Huh?”

Bewilderment erupted from Beom Gye-wi’s mouth.

The air between Mo Yong-geuk and himself seemed to fluctuate greatly for a moment, and then it wrapped around his fist.

The problem was that the internal energy contained within had disappeared without a trace.

Thud.

At the same time, Beom Gye-wi felt a heavy impact on his chin.

The power and trajectory were exactly the same as the fist he had thrown.

“What is this?”

Beom Gye-wi repeatedly kicked, but the result was the same.

No matter what he did, the attack kept coming back.

It felt like fighting himself in a mirror.

“Ihwa Jeopmok [a technique that redirects force]?”

Mo Yong-geuk sneered inwardly at Beom Gye-wi’s bewilderment.

How could he compare Dujeonseong to a martial art based on Saryang Balcheongeun [a technique of borrowing and redirecting energy]?

With a cold smile, Mo Yong-geuk unleashed three consecutive strikes at Beom Gye-wi, whose hands and feet were tangled.

Pa pa pang!

His three strikes were faster than the first, and the third strike was released faster than the second.

Eventually, the three strikes combined into one, unleashing tremendous power.

The first attack shattered the protective energy, the second shook the inside, and the last strike crushed the core.

It was Samcheop In (Threefold Seal).

Jjeong!

A red palm print was clearly engraved on Beom Gye-wi’s chest.

Mo Yong-geuk smiled with satisfaction upon confirming this.

There was no need to see more.

No matter how skilled a master was, there was no way to survive after being hit by Samcheop In.

It was a pity that he had used the ultimate move he had saved for the final moment on someone like Beom Gye-wi, but there was no choice.

First, he had to break their momentum.

‘Now all that’s left is Blood Demon.’

Mo Yong-geuk turned his head to check the situation in the arena and frowned without realizing it.

In the meantime, the battle situation had completely reversed.

The Tagu Jin [Dog Beating Formation], which Hong Jeok-mun had joined, was completely different from the Tagu Jin he had experienced a while ago.

It was still noisy and chaotic.

But even though it looked like a mess at first glance, there was a strange and subtle mystery hidden within that the eyes could not follow.

The presence or absence of a master directing the formation made a big difference.

There was indeed a reason why the Tagu Jin, with its long history, had continued to be famous.

That was the case even now.

The Mucheon Troops, swept away by the beggars who were constantly attacking and retreating like precisely meshing gears, were floundering as if they were trapped in a swamp.

The tenacity of sticking to them was unmatched by any other combined formation.

‘So that’s why.’

During the war between righteous and demonic factions, the sect that suffered the most damage was also the Beggars’ Sect.

That was because they had put all their strength into the Tagu Jin to tie down the Demonic Cult, just like now.

On the other hand, the Mucheon Troops were chaos itself.

It didn’t seem easy to reorganize their ranks.

The voice of the commander leading the Mucheon Troops had long been buried in the songs of the beggars and the mad cries.

On the other hand, the Beggars’ Sect was showing orderly movements.

Mo Yong-geuk belatedly realized the reason.

‘They’re giving orders with martial arts!’

Mo Yong-geuk gritted his teeth as he confirmed Hong Jeok-mun’s appearance, using the Kangryong Sip Pal Jang [Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms] at the head to direct the Tagu Jin.

However, he couldn’t just sit back and watch.

Even in the midst of this, the damage was snowballing.

While the Beggars’ Sect was holding them back, Cho Ak-ryang was gradually reducing the number of Mucheon Troops.

Cho Ak-ryang was already being praised as the best in the world for his ghostly Geumna [Seizing Vessels/Arrest Art] hand techniques.

If they had been prepared in advance, it would have been different, but in the midst of such a chaotic battle, they were bound to be caught off guard.

Grabbing, breaking, pressing, hitting, and pulling…….

Each and every one of them was a basic Geumna technique, but when Cho Ak-ryang unfolded them, they were truly divine skills.

None of the Mucheon Troops’ warriors, who had been painstakingly raised, could withstand even a single second.

‘Is that the power of Gwonjeol [Bone Severing]!’

Mo Yong-geuk’s whole body was covered in goosebumps as he witnessed Cho Ak-ryang’s martial arts.

Even though they were quite far apart, he could feel the breaking sounds and energy bursting from his fingertips.

‘But that’s only until today.’

Mo Yong-geuk, who was quietly preparing for a surprise attack, was startled immediately after.

“Burp.”

Suddenly, a burping sound came from behind!

Surprised, he turned his head and saw Beom Gye-wi, who should have been dead and fallen long ago, smiling at him.

“Hey, how did you do that just now? The indigestion I’ve had since morning has cleared up.”

“……!”

Mo Yong-geuk’s eyes wavered.

The reddish palm print that was clearly engraved on Beom Gye-wi’s chest was gradually fading.

Eventually, it disappeared without a trace.

‘How the hell?’

Even in the midst of confusion, his body reacted immediately.

“Hap!”

With a shout, Mo Yong-geuk unfolded Samcheop In and repeatedly pushed it towards Beom Gye-wi.

But the opponent was Beom Gye-wi.

Before Mo Yong-geuk’s energy could even extend, Beom Gye-wi’s figure disappeared from that spot like a phantom.

It was an incredible movement technique that was hard to believe even when seen with one’s own eyes.

Peong!

The three energies that Mo Yong-geuk unleashed futilely missed Beom Gye-wi and struck the air.

Instead, Beom Gye-wi’s face, with a cold smile, appeared in front of Mo Yong-geuk.

“This…… Unbelievable……!”

The moment Mo Yong-geuk opened his mouth in shock, Beom Gye-wi’s elbow slammed mercilessly into his side.

Kwaduk!

Mo Yong-geuk’s face turned pale as his eyes widened in unbearable pain.

Beom Gye-wi’s attack was not over yet.

Reaching out and grabbing Mo Yong-geuk’s hair, Beom Gye-wi suddenly pulled up his figure.

Then, he lifted his face with his knee as it was.

Bbaak!

Mo Yong-geuk’s nose was completely shattered, and all of his front teeth were broken.

But even in the midst of this, Mo Yong-geuk drew the sword hanging from his waist like lightning.

As the Mo Yong Family had encompassed various martial arts through its long history, it was also deeply knowledgeable in swordsmanship and swordsmanship.

However, he should have thought again about why the smile on Beom Gye-wi’s lips was getting thicker.

Hwareureuk.

A dark flame seemed to engulf Beom Gye-wi’s clenched fist for a moment, and then he struck it at Mo Yong-geuk as it was.

Mo Yong-geuk, feeling the terrible heat that suddenly rushed in front of his eyes, quickly gathered all his strength and put it into his sword.

Jjeoeong!

With a shocking sound that seemed to burst his eardrums, Mo Yong-geuk’s sword broke as it was.

Mo Yong-geuk’s figure, clutching the sword with only the handle left, flew away while vomiting blood, and Beom Gye-wi stretched out his fist once more towards him.

“……!”

Mo Yong-geuk’s eyes widened.

He didn’t even think about avoiding it.

Just as a red shadow seemed to flicker in front of his eyes, Mo Yong-geuk felt a terrible pain that he had never even imagined before crushing his chest completely.

Kwaduk!

“Kuaaak!”

A desperate scream echoed through the arena.

Thud!

Clutching his sunken chest, Mo Yong-geuk slowly sat down in that spot.

“Uweok!”

He lay on the floor and vomited blood once.

Beom Gye-wi mercilessly planted his foot towards him.

Wajik!

A not-so-loud sound.

But the result was not light.

Mo Yong-geuk, who had been convulsing for a moment, dropped his head powerlessly.

The emotions that filled his face were shock, fear, and disbelief.

Even at the moment of his death, he could not believe the situation he was in.

But he was not the only one who could not believe it.

“Gaju-nim [Family Head]!”

The Mucheon Troops could not hide their shock when Mo Yong-geuk died before they could even understand what was going on.

However, Beom Gye-wi did not allow them the time to be surprised.

“What are you doing? Why are they still alive? You’re so slow…….”

“That’s my share! Don’t touch it!”

Cho Ak-ryang shouted urgently, but Beom Gye-wi had already jumped into the Mucheon Troops and started rampaging.

“That bastard!”

Belatedly, Cho Ak-ryang also flew his figure.

Only half a gak [approximately 15 minutes].

That was the time it took for the Mo Yong Family, who had reigned as the overlord of Liaoning for a long time, to be annihilated.