The Divine And Demonic Doctor [EN]: Chapter 389

“Please wait a moment. I need to verify, though it may be a bother…”

Gok Un-gyeong couldn’t finish his sentence.

Yu Gi-jin’s figure had vanished.

Immediately after, a stream of elusive energy flew toward his lower abdomen.

“How dare you!”

Gok Un-gyeong, dropping low to the ground, identified Yu Gi-jin rushing toward him with terrifying speed and roared thunderously.

He shot out his fist.

A fiercely powerful gust of wind from his fist struck Yu Gi-jin’s chest.

“……!”

Gok Un-gyeong’s eyes wavered.

The opponent had blocked it far too easily.

A natural motion of defending his chest as if tidying his disheveled front.

His fist, which could easily tear through even an inch-thick steel plate, was effortlessly blocked by that simple move.

At the same time, the opponent’s hand, flickering like a ghost, disappeared.

Gok Un-gyeong, belatedly regaining his senses, tried to create distance, but it was too late; the opponent’s palm had already touched his chest.

Thud!

“Keugh!”

Gok Un-gyeong was pushed back three yards, feeling as if his chest was collapsing.

“…….”

Gok Un-gyeong felt a chill run down his spine.

The opponent was no longer a mere branch leader of the Black Dot. [A criminal organization]

He was a master at least equal to or greater than himself.

The Black Dot’s notorious reputation stemmed from their cruelty and relentless persistence, not from possessing such extraordinary masters.

Yet, if he was of this caliber, his fame should have been known throughout the martial world long ago.

That made it even more chilling.

Such a master had been hiding his true strength and freely roaming around!

‘Damn it!’

Gok Un-gyeong inwardly groaned at the sight of the opponent closing the distance again without giving him a chance to catch his breath.

Their martial arts level was similar, but the guy was clever and cunning.

In a way, he was the most difficult type to deal with.

He knew how to intelligently control the flow of battle by fully utilizing his abilities.

Even now, that was the case.

The opponent’s skill in not allowing distance to block his specialty, fist and kick techniques, was chillingly effective.

Moreover, elusive energy, difficult to predict its direction, was constantly striking his body.

Because of that, he couldn’t even think of a proper counterattack.

However, Gok Un-gyeong had his own way of responding.

A gambler’s instinct naturally honed through countless life-or-death struggles.

The one who ultimately forces the final move, even at the cost of losses, is the one who survives.

Thwack.

As his hand lodged into Gok Un-gyeong’s side, Yu Gi-jin immediately tried to deliver the finishing blow.

But something felt strange.

He should have broken a couple of ribs with that attack.

Yet, he felt a strange sense of unease.

Yu Gi-jin hastily retreated on instinct.

At that moment, Gok Un-gyeong’s hand barely brushed past his chest.

Shred!

His front was torn off by the wind, revealing his bare skin.

“Cough!”

Yu Gi-jin felt a chill in his heart at the sight of Gok Un-gyeong spitting out a mouthful of blood.

A suicidal tactic of giving up flesh to take bone.

It was a threatening move that could have reversed the outcome of the fight if he hadn’t dodged in time.

On the other hand, Gok Un-gyeong sensed defeat as his last move, his only chance, missed.

‘I’m done for.’

But at that moment.

An unexpected situation occurred that no one had anticipated.

The opponent, who had perfectly seized victory, was looking around with a bewildered look.

He didn’t seem to care about the fight with him.

Then, at some point.

Yu Gi-jin’s gaze fixed on one spot.

Gok Un-gyeong, following that gaze, saw a folding fan lying at his feet.

It was a fancy folding fan that didn’t quite match the opponent’s atmosphere.

He originally had it, but it seemed to have fallen out during the clash.

Gok Un-gyeong and Yu Gi-jin’s gazes met.

Gok Un-gyeong did not miss the opponent’s wavering eyes.

Reading the bewilderment and agitation that filled the opponent’s expression, Gok Un-gyeong instinctively reached out for the fallen folding fan.

At that moment, Yu Gi-jin closed the distance.

Thud.

The two grabbed the fan simultaneously.

Gok Un-gyeong furiously swung his hand to shake off the opponent, and Yu Gi-jin also reached out with his other hand.

Thwack.

Despite the clash of strength against strength, the noise was surprisingly small.

However, Gok Un-gyeong’s heart sank.

Even after receiving the ultimate energy head-on, the opponent was not at all intimidated.

No, he was the one who suffered the loss even after pouring out his life’s work.

The majestic energy seemed to disappear without a trace, and then suddenly, a gloomy and eerie energy climbed up his wrist.

He belatedly realized that it was a type of hidden energy, Penetrating Force, but it was irreversible.

The cold and sticky energy that had penetrated his meridians had already reached near his dantian [energy center located in the abdomen].

Gok Un-gyeong gritted his teeth.

There was no other way but to endure with all his might.

With one hand gripping the folding fan and the other hand touching each other, the two continued their internal energy battle.

Yu Gi-jin’s eyes flashed coldly.

It would only be disadvantageous to drag out time.

After all, the opponent was in a state of deep internal injury.

He poured out all his twelve-success force through the palms that were touching.

He intended to tear Gok Un-gyeong’s heart and veins to pieces.

Despair rose in Gok Un-gyeong’s eyes at the overwhelming force.

But…….

“……!”

Chills ran down both of their bodies.

A terrifying aura, hard to describe, was rapidly approaching.

In particular, Yu Gi-jin was so surprised that his mind almost flew away.

‘A master!’

Moreover, it was a master so great that he couldn’t even dare to face.

But the direction he was running from was toward the Murim [martial arts world].

“Tch!”

Yu Gi-jin put strength into the hand holding the folding fan.

He was determined to shake off Gok Un-gyeong at all costs.

At that moment.

As if waiting for this moment, Gok Un-gyeong also injected true energy into the hand holding the folding fan.

Although he was near defeat, he decided to endure somehow with the appearance of an unexpected ally.

At that moment, Yu Gi-jin realized that something was terribly wrong.

He belatedly realized that the tremendous repulsive force, hard to believe was from a dying man’s internal energy, was colliding with his true energy.

But it was irreversible.

Snap.

The middle part of the folding fan broke as a result of the internal energy rushing in from both sides.

An undisguisable embarrassment settled on Yu Gi-jin’s face.

He was only holding the handle of the folding fan.

Conversely, the fan ribs were in Gok Un-gyeong’s hand.

Yu Gi-jin glared at Gok Un-gyeong with resentment.

“You bastard!”

But he could no longer linger.

Yu Gi-jin, gritting his teeth, turned and threw himself into the darkness.

Shortly after.

Thud.

As soon as Yu Gi-jin’s figure disappeared, Gok Un-gyeong, who had collapsed, vomited a stream of black blood.

Then someone landed next to Gok Un-gyeong.

Although a terrible pain, as if his whole body was collapsing, rushed in, Gok Un-gyeong smiled with his face covered in blood.

It was because of the unexpected identity of the ally.

The person looking down at him with a displeased look, frowning.

It was none other than Ju Gwangdo Ghost, Kang Wi-ryong.

* * *

Late at night.

Three people entered a brothel still open for business, lit with red lanterns.

The courtesans, who initially ran up with delight, thinking they were customers, were soon unable to hide their bewilderment.

The person leading them didn’t fit in with this kind of red-light district.

“Where is Yu Gi-jin?”

“Are you here to see the Chief Manager?”

One of the courtesans, tilting her head at Dan Ak-seon’s question, disappeared into the entrance leading to the inner quarters.

Then, not long after, she hurriedly ran back.

“He’s not here right now.”

The courtesan, clearly flustered, hurriedly continued.

“But his quarters are strange. The disarrayed and unorganized appearance is as if… he had run away in the night.”

Dan Ak-seon and Cho Ak-ryang exchanged glances and immediately headed to Yu Gi-jin’s office.

As the courtesan said, the office was a mess.

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“That’s…”

The courtesan answered Dan Ak-seon’s question.

At that moment.

Cho Ak-ryang’s gaze went somewhere.

He felt something faint in the net of sharp senses that stretched in all directions.

Although slightly late, Dan Ak-seon also felt it.

As the two flew out, they saw the back of Han Seol-hwa, already running far ahead.

The two hurriedly followed her, deploying their lightness skills [a martial art technique that allows one to move swiftly and lightly].

Shortly after.

When they arrived at the entrance of Murim, everything had already been finished.

Dan Ak-seon, finding Gok Un-gyeong sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed to focus on his breathing and Kang Wi-ryong standing guard, could easily deduce what had occurred.

“Thank you for your help.”

Kang Wi-ryong nodded as if it was nothing to Dan Ak-seon’s greeting.

Gok Un-gyeong, spitting out a mouthful of dead blood, slowly opened his eyes.

Gok Un-gyeong, finding Dan Ak-seon, lowered his head with a pale face.

“I’m sorry. I lacked the skill to stop him.”

“It’s okay. Let’s get you treated first.”

Of course, it would be a lie to say that he wasn’t disappointed.

But he couldn’t blame Gok Un-gyeong, who had done his best at the risk of such injuries.

As Dan Ak-seon tried to take his pulse, Gok Un-gyeong reached out his hand.

At that moment, the folding fan in his hand came into Dan Ak-seon’s eyes.

“What is this?”

“It’s something he had. He seemed very concerned about it, but it broke.”

Dan Ak-seon, taking the folding fan, tilted her head.

The shape and material of the folding fan were somehow familiar.

“Ah!”

Dan Ak-seon, remembering something, hurriedly unfolded the folding fan.

As expected.

The Ghost Shadow Devil, who liked to be called the Divine Thief and taught her the art of stealing.

It was the same as the folding fan he had left as a gift when he had slipped away sometime ago.

The problem was that he was keeping the folding fan in his palace inside the Divine Demonic Valley.

‘When on earth?’

No, more than that, he couldn’t figure out how he had infiltrated the Divine Demonic Valley.

“Why?”

Dan Ak-seon inwardly shook her head at Han Seol-hwa’s question.

‘That can’t be.’

In the first place, there was a high possibility that the fan in front of her was a different object.

No matter how outstanding a master was, it was virtually impossible to deceive the senses of the Divine Demonic Triad and herself and go in and out of the Divine Demonic Valley.

‘Indeed.’

Dan Ak-seon nodded as she stared at the Taoist painting on the folding fan.

Although the atmosphere and style of painting were the same, they were subtly different.

“Hmm? That’s?”

Cho Ak-ryang, recognizing the painting, tilted his head.

Dan Ak-seon smiled at his appearance, which was probably thinking the same thing.

“I’ll take care of the internal injuries first.”

Dan Ak-seon, taking out a needle from her bosom, began to treat Gok Un-gyeong’s injuries.

In the meantime, Cho Ak-ryang and Han Seol-hwa looked around, but they couldn’t find any trace of Yu Gi-jin.

“He seems to be quite a master.”

There was no need for further explanation since Gok Un-gyeong was the one who had been attacked.

Dan Ak-seon, finishing the treatment, nodded.