The Divine And Demonic Doctor [EN]: Chapter 393

A subordinate of Won Ji-geuk cautiously asked,

“What about the White Serpent Society…?”

“Discard it.”

“Understood.”

Shortly after.

About twenty people stood behind Won Ji-geuk.

They were elites dispatched from the Demonic Cult to seize control of the White Serpent Society.

“What are the movements of the Shinma Valley bastards?”

At Won Ji-geuk’s question, one of his subordinates immediately answered,

“They continue to stay in Muwi.”

“No special movements?”

“If there were, we would have received immediate communication from the spies infiltrated in Muwi.”

“That’s a shame.”

Won Ji-geuk clicked his tongue.

He felt regret at having to turn back from here with such power.

Still, orders came first.

He couldn’t dare disobey the command from the Demonic Cult.

“Move out.”

Won Ji-geuk led his subordinates out of the White Serpent Society’s main base.

However, they had to stop before long.

Far away.

A lone figure standing in the darkness blocked their path.

Six clear precepts burned on a sharply shaved forehead.

On top of that, a vivid red kasaya [Buddhist robe] reminiscent of blood.

Above all, the opponent was taking a half-hand stance with one hand raised.

There was only one place throughout the Central Plains that had such unique etiquette.

Upon confirming this, bewilderment arose in Won Ji-geuk’s eyes.

“Shaolin?”

No sooner had he spoken than the monk blocking Won Ji-geuk’s party opened his half-closed eyes and stared at him silently.

“Amitabha [a Buddhist expression of reverence].”

The monk, chanting the Buddha’s name in a low voice, smiled quietly.

“This humble monk, Beob-ryo, greets the Won brothers, Jongjae Ssanghyung [esteemed twin brothers].”

“……!”

Won Ji-geuk’s eyes shook violently.

He never imagined that he would encounter the head of the Disciplinary Hall of Shaolin, who was known as one of the strongest in the world, the Cheonhaojeol [Unmatched and Peerless], in this place.

But what was more surprising than that was something else.

Before meeting like this, he hadn’t even noticed the other person’s presence, but now an overwhelming presence that was difficult to describe filled the surroundings.

“What is a bald-headed monk who should be holed up in the Sosil Peak doing loitering around here?”

In response to Won Ji-geuk’s question, Beob-ryo smiled instead of answering.

It was a smile that implied, ‘Do you really not know?’

“This humble monk was too ashamed to keep guarding the temple alone, so I came out like this.”

Won Ji-geuk, who was wondering what that meant, changed his expression at Beob-ryo’s next words.

“Already, righteous heroes from Hwasan, Wudang, and Emei, among others, are heading to your Demonic Cult’s branches rooted in each region.”

The Nine Great Sects had gladly left their gates at the request for cooperation from Danak-seon, which had been conveyed to each sect through the Beggars’ Sect.

“Such…”

While Won Ji-geuk was unable to speak in embarrassment.

Thump, thump.

Someone was stepping forward, leading with a massive body.

It was Won Mu-geuk.

“Enemy… Kill!”

Was it because he was bothered by the unique energy of Buddhism that Beob-ryo possessed?

Terrible murderous intent swirled around Won Mu-geuk, who was shedding streaks of madness in his eyes.

At the same time, a bluish mist flowed out from his whole body and quickly spread throughout the area.

Sizzle.

The cloud of mist, enveloping his whole body and turning into a thick fog, melted everything it touched along with a gruesome smoke.

Won Ji-geuk hurriedly stepped back at the chilling sight.

No matter how strong he was, he couldn’t ignore the Poisonous Fog wavering before his eyes.

“Kuh!”

The Demonic Cult warriors lined up in the back were the same.

As soon as a fishy and disgusting smell pierced their noses, they hurriedly stepped back and swallowed the antidote they each possessed.

Intrigue arose in Beob-ryo’s eyes.

“Poisonous Skill!”

Moreover, it was not simply a matter of spreading poison, but a superb technique that had reached the point of dissolving poison into true energy and manipulating the poison at will.

‘But…’

There was no way a normal human body could handle poison of this power.

It was truly a level that far exceeded the limits of the flesh.

As expected.

Nowhere in Won Mu-geuk’s eyes, which were stained with madness and murderous intent, could a complete reason be found.

“Die, die!”

Won Ji-geuk frowned at the sight of Won Mu-geuk rushing towards Beob-ryo.

There was no choice but to do this.

Now that the Ferocious Star had erupted, even his older brother couldn’t stop him.

Besides, each and every one of the people lined up behind him were masters selected from within the Demonic Cult.

Even if the opponent was Cheonhaojeol, it was enough power to knock him down.

“You should look at where you’re going to lie down before you stretch your legs.”

Won Ji-geuk’s eyes flashed with triumph at Beob-ryo’s wavering appearance.

However, despite such threats, Won Ji-geuk suddenly felt uneasy at Beob-ryo’s unwavering presence.

It was then that Won Mu-geuk reached out to Beob-ryo, and the Poisonous Fog surrounding him wriggled like a living thing and rushed towards Beob-ryo.

And…

Kwaang!

“Keuak!”

A deafening explosion and a miserable scream echoed.

Surprisingly, Won Mu-geuk, who had been rushing towards Beob-ryo, was staggering back, clutching his chest.

“Wak!”

Then, he suddenly vomited more than a bowl of blood and sat down on the spot.

The dirt floor touched by Won Mu-geuk’s vomit bubbled and melted away with white smoke.

But that wasn’t important now.

“Kuaaa!”

With a roar, Won Mu-geuk rushed towards Beob-ryo again.

It seemed that the fact that he had allowed a painful blow despite attacking first had further stimulated his ferocity.

But the result was the same.

Kwang!

Won Mu-geuk’s head was thrown back by the impact that struck his chin as he rushed in.

But this time he didn’t fall.

A faint fear arose in Won Mu-geuk’s eyes as he straightened his swaying figure.

Then, he looked at Beob-ryo with an unbelievable expression.

Unlike his gentle and serious attitude, the hand movements wielded by that monk were extremely vicious.

Won Ji-geuk’s face turned pale when he belatedly discovered the unique hand seal that Beob-ryo was holding.

‘Come to think of it…’

It was only for a moment, but it seemed like he had seen part of the atmosphere distorted.

“Gyeokgongjang (Remote Palm) [a technique that allows one to strike an opponent from a distance]!”

Won Ji-geuk groaned as he belatedly realized the type of martial arts Beob-ryo was using.

When inflicting a blow on an enemy, gathering energy to double the power is called Balgyeong [emitting force].

Hoeseonjang (Whirlwind Palm) and Jeonsagyeong were typical examples.

Furthermore, pushing forward while maintaining the Gyeongryeok [internal energy] and striking the opponent was the so-called Jangpung, or Gwongeopung [Palm Wind].

On the other hand, Gyeokgongjang was a different dimension of martial arts.

Since Gyeongryeok exploded at an arbitrary point, the distance could not be estimated.

There was no way to deal with the Gyeongryeok that suddenly exploded in front of you.

At that moment, something suddenly flashed through Won Ji-geuk’s mind.

Among the Seventy-Two Supreme Arts of Shaolin, which are now known to be lost, there was a similar martial art.

“Baekbosinkwon (Hundred Step Divine Fist) [a legendary Shaolin martial art]?”

As expected.

Beob-ryo wore a surprised expression.

“The benefactor’s insight is truly amazing.”

Won Ji-geuk felt suffocated.

It was no wonder that so many enthusiasts called him Bojanggyeong (Treasure Scripture) [a person with vast knowledge], a walking martial arts book.

To think that he had not only possessed so many supreme arts, but had also reached the point of restoring lost martial arts.

But he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

“Humph! I’ll make you realize how futile that false reputation was.”

With those words, Won Ji-geuk flew his figure and joined Won Mu-geuk.

Now was not the time to worry about poison.

Also, he had developed some immunity as he had been close to Won Mu-geuk for a long time.

He could endure it for a while.

A long whip was released from his sleeve.

It was his unique weapon, the Gyoryongpyeon (蛟龍鞭, Dragon Whip) [a flexible weapon resembling a dragon], which had brought him to the ranks of masters.

Kwae-aeg!

The chaotic Pyeonyoung [whip shadows] that filled the surroundings in an instant beat Beob-ryo like pouring rain.

Won Mu-geuk also rushed towards Beob-ryo at the same time.

At that moment, Won Ji-geuk suddenly felt a throbbing sensation near his chest and his vision became blurred.

He hurriedly retrieved the whip to defend the front, but his figure was already flying away as if hit by a huge iron mace.

‘Damn it!’

It was that Baekbosinkwon again.

In fact, he couldn’t feel anything until just before he was hit.

Not even any momentum.

Not even murderous intent was felt.

Only after being hit did he painfully realize its power.

The ultimate martial art that strikes the opponent the moment it is activated.

The most important thing in the competition between masters is the distance and breathing.

The moment you gain an advantage there, the game is decided.

But even that was meaningless in front of such divine skill and supreme art.

How could he avoid an attack that he didn’t know where or how it would fly from?

‘I hate to admit it, but…’

Beob-ryo was a master.

Even more terrifying than what was known to the world.

The only reason he was somehow enduring was thanks to his Hosinganggi [protective energy], which was second to none.

‘That bastard will eventually reach his limit!’

No matter how strong Cheonhaojeol was, he was still a human being with flesh and blood.

If he continued to use Sangseung [mutually enhancing] martial arts like Baekbosinkwon, there would definitely come a time when his inner strength would run out.

As expected.

Beob-ryo frowned and stepped back.

Won Mu-geuk’s Poisonous Palm only struck the place where Beob-ryo was standing in vain with his elusive Shinbeop [divine steps].

“Now is the time!”

At Won Ji-geuk’s cry, the masters of the Demonic Cult all drew their figures at once.

A perfectly aligned and orderly movement.

With the addition of the Demonic Energy they emitted, it resembled a huge iron wall.

At that moment, Won Ji-geuk’s spine tingled.

It was because of Beob-ryo’s eyes, which were still calm in this situation.

And it didn’t take long to realize the identity of that ominous feeling.

“Amitabha!”

It was because a large number of people had jumped into the arena along with the thunderous Bulho [Buddhist roar].

Won Ji-geuk’s heart sank as he inadvertently counted the numbers.

It wasn’t just Beob-ryo who came here.

Munks rushing towards the Demonic Cult’s masters, led by Nahandangju Ryogong.

It was the elite of Shaolin, the Eighteen Arhats [enlightened Buddhist disciples].

Won Ji-geuk let out a hollow laugh without realizing it.

“There seems to be more misfortune than luck in this place today.”

Kwakwakwakwang!

“Keuaak!”

“Keheok!”

The sounds of explosions and screams that followed one after another.

The reality that Won Ji-geuk didn’t want to believe was unfolding before his eyes.

The Demonic Cult’s masters, whose skills he had no doubt about.

Their ranks, which had been as solid as an iron wall, were being pierced helplessly like wet paper as soon as they collided with the Arhats.

Kwang!

It was right after that that he saw Won Mu-geuk’s figure collapsing powerlessly with a heavy impact sound.

“Brother!”

Won Ji-geuk cried out, but Won Mu-geuk was no longer in a state to answer.

After vomiting blood for a while.

With a final twitch of his death throes, he slumped helplessly.

He could tell without looking any further.

It was instant death.

“You bastard!”

Enraged, Won Ji-geuk flew his figure towards Beob-ryo.

Beob-ryo, who had swung his palm and crushed Won Mu-geuk’s chest, also reached out to Won Ji-geuk.

Then, he suddenly pushed his hand into the chaotic Pyeonyoung that filled his eyes.

Until then, Won Ji-geuk had been relaxed.

He thought that even if he couldn’t win, he could escape.

But it wasn’t long before he realized how foolish that thought was.

Kwaduk.

Beob-ryo had grabbed his whip.

Subsequently, Beob-ryo, who quickly narrowed the distance, brought down his hand.

Wooduk.

“……!”

The hand that broke through his shoulder in an instant.

The moment his Hosinganggi [protective internal energy], which he had been so confident in, collapsed like tofu, Won Ji-geuk was able to witness the golden glow on Beob-ryo’s hand.

The Lion Mouni Seal [a powerful Buddhist technique], the natural enemy of Hosinganggi, which even the great Choakryang could not avoid a hard fight.

It was a move that melted the mysteries of Bulgwangmyeolgeo Loe (Buddha’s Light Extinguishing Calamity Thunder) [an advanced Buddhist martial art].

‘Monster…’

It was truly a chilling thing.

Even as he collapsed, vomiting blood, Won Ji-geuk could only realize and despair at the high wall of Cheonhaojeol.