The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 109

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 109
“Hand over the Muksabal.”
“….”
The atmosphere around us turned frigid as Dok-ryong suddenly rose to his feet and spoke those words.
What in the world was this madman saying all of a sudden?
I stared at Dok-ryong with bewildered eyes and asked.
“…Are you speaking to me?”
Surely not. It couldn’t be. Everyone could see it made sense, yet it couldn’t be.
I asked while thinking such things.
“Then who else is here besides you?”
Dok-ryong pointed at me with his finger as if to confirm my suspicions were correct.
Unbelievable.
‘Is this man truly insane?’
What was I supposed to do with this lunatic? It was absurd.
After looking at Dok-ryong, I glanced to the side. It was only natural that everyone’s attention had turned toward us.
That much I could understand, but the person I was really watching was Dokuou.
Unless he had lost his mind, there was no way he could allow such behavior while the Lord of the Clan sat calmly in his seat.
So I looked toward Dokuou.
Dokuou merely stared at Dok-ryong with an expressionless face, saying nothing in particular.
‘Hmm.’
Why was he remaining silent? His own son was acting like this at his own banquet.
Did Dokuou not care about such things? No, it didn’t seem to be quite like that.
‘What is he thinking?’
What exactly was he trying to accomplish by staying quiet?
The moment I looked at Dokuou with questions in my eyes.
“Are you frightened?”
Dok-ryong spoke to me with a sneer. What? Seeing that, I lifted my arm in exasperation.
“Frightened, my ass. Can’t you see my arm right now?”
My arm was injured and I couldn’t even move it properly, yet he suddenly wanted me to come out? What kind of nonsense was this?
As I held up my arm, Dok-ryong’s brow furrowed.
He must know as well. That this arm was in no condition to do anything.
“Are you asking for a duel in this condition?”
“If you wish, I shall break one of my arms as well and face you. Would that suffice?”
“What are you talking about? How would that work, you insane bastard?”
Was he seriously offering that as a solution?
“What?”
My words came out harsh, and Dok-ryong’s face twisted.
“…Enough of this. Do you not understand what kind of place this is-”
The Second Son of the Dang Clan, who stood beside Dok-ryong, hurried to stop him.
Then.
“You, Disciple.”
끄그그극—!!!
A heavy voice reverberated through the room. Dokuou, who had been observing the situation until now, finally spoke.
Whoooosh!!!
Objects on the table trembled violently under the oppressive and fierce aura. What was remarkable was this:
‘Unfazed.’
Despite the aura radiating in all directions, certain individuals remained completely composed.
Myself, Cheon Euijin, and Do-hyeong.
And Muyong Youngsoon beside me.
Excluding these few who were clearly guests of the Dang Clan, everyone else was trembling deeply.
“You intend to take responsibility for your actions, don’t you?”
“…Ugh….”
Dok-ryong in particular was receiving the full brunt of Dokuou’s momentum, trembling violently with fists clenched.
Every vein in his body stood on end, and blood dripped from his bitten lips.
“Ugh….”
Despite the evident pain, he couldn’t even let out a scream, just shaking uncontrollably.
‘Impressive.’
Admiration escaped me involuntarily.
‘…How is he even doing that?’
I observed the situation, coveting various details.
Dokuou’s control of his aura was remarkably extraordinary.
With so many people in the banquet hall, he distributed his aura to several without using it, dispersing it evenly.
Yet simultaneously, he could concentrate it intensely on a single target.
‘So masters can do such things.’
To be a true master, one must be capable of such aura applications.
Or perhaps only masters can achieve this?
Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Such trivial thoughts crossed my mind unbidden.
Perhaps because I’d witnessed so many crude displays of power, I was no longer afraid at this level.
Honestly, it also helped that he wasn’t directing it at me.
“Disciple, have you forgotten who opened this banquet?”
“….”
The host of this banquet was Dokuou, the Lord of the Dang Clan.
“You’re not foolish enough to be unaware of this…?”
Dokuou poured his aura even more savagely into Dok-ryong.
Witnessing this, I harbored a question.
‘Just how strong is a martial artist of that caliber?’
Unlike the awe I didn’t feel watching Palduyeok, I sensed it from Dokuou.
One of the Five Kings of Heaven.
Excluding the Heavenly Sect who had vanished from the current Central Plains.
The most influential and powerful absolute figure among them was none other than Dokuou.
Sensing the power of Dokuou, one of them, even if only briefly, made me realize the difference was unmistakable.
‘So that’s what a true absolute master looks like….’
Now I understood why Palduyeok had tried to imprison Dokuou. How could anyone stand against such a monster?
If I were in his position, I would have dealt with that man first.
Besides, even Bigo ultimately couldn’t break through and escape.
‘Hmm.’
I examined the process from that time and the current situation.
Dok-ryong continued to groan and struggle as usual.
Dokuou remained expressionless, continuously radiating his aura.
Watching it quietly, I pondered.
‘What is it?’
This uncomfortable feeling.
On the surface, it appeared that Dokuou was certainly suppressing Dok-ryong for his crimes.
‘…Something….’
Something felt off. It only looked that way on the surface, but there seemed to be something more wrong beneath it all.
What was it?
What could it be?
My mind raced quickly. If I couldn’t resolve this unease, I felt I wouldn’t be able to do anything.
As I pondered for quite some time.
‘Ah.’
A thought suddenly struck me, and I gazed into the empty sky.
I looked at Yoo Cheon-gil, who was floating in the heavens observing the situation.
Our eyes met with him, who was already watching me.
In that moment.
Smirk.
Yoo Cheon-gil smiled as he looked at me.
“….”
Was that a smile confirming my thoughts were correct? I nearly clicked my tongue at the sight.
It seemed like a signal indicating my suspicion was right, but if that were truly the case.
‘How cunning.’
Quite cunning indeed.
Not Yoo Cheon-gil, but Dokuou.
‘…Anyway.’
This is why those skilled in politics and schemes are so troublesome.
The moment you let your guard down and show any carelessness, you fall victim to such machinations.
What’s even more absurd is.
‘…He would even use his own son like this.’
Dokuou was using Dok-ryong.
Did Dok-ryong know this? Was this action a mutual agreement between them?
A question soon came to mind.
‘First things first.’
Moving had to come before anything else.
With that judgment, I pushed myself to my feet.
“Lord of the Clan.”
“….”
At my call, the Lord of the Clan’s gaze turned toward me.
His aura continued to radiate outward.
“Forgive my presumption, but do you perhaps remember the conversation we had in the past?”
Conversation. I saw Dokuou’s brow furrow slightly at those words.
From what I said, he seemed to recall what I was referring to.
‘Should friction deepen between the Second Son and myself, and even if something were to occur between us, I will not hold it against the Bang Disciple so long as my life is not taken.’
Those were words Dokuou had spoken to me one day. I had heard them as soon as friction arose with Dok-ryong, and they also meant he would not intervene no matter what happened between us.
“….”
The moment I brought this up, the aura radiating in all directions suddenly subsided.
Immediately after, Dokuou’s fierce gaze turned toward me.
“…Bang Disciple.”
“Yes.”
“Why are you bringing up that matter now?”
“While the situation is regrettable, I thought the current matter might be connected to what you said back then.”
“…What do you mean?”
Crack.
I moved my raised body slowly. Fortunately, it moved well.
“Well, actually… what this young master just said does have some merit to it.”
What was it he said? That since my arm was broken, he would also break one of his own arms and fight?
“It seems like a decent condition, so I was thinking of giving it a try. What do you think?”
“….”
Since you made that statement and Dok-ryong made his, I will step forward as you both wish.
The moment those words left my mouth.
‘This is a first.’
It was indeed a first.
‘Being this flustered.’
Bewilderment seeped into Dokuou’s expression.
He clearly hadn’t expected me to respond this way. Seeing that, I was certain.
‘That’s it.’
My prediction about the scheme was correct.
Now I had to think again.
‘What should I do?’
Should I press him on Dokuou’s ‘scheme’? Or should I use a different approach?
Rather than immediately pressing him on Dokuou’s ‘scheme’, it was better to use it more efficiently.
‘And by efficiency here.’
Whoosh.
I recalled this while gazing at Yoo Cheon-gil.
This eye contact wasn’t a confirmation—it was a question.
A question of whether it was possible.
Seeing that, Yoo Cheon-gil’s mouth split into a grin.
It seemed like a yes.
‘Hmm.’
Was this really alright? I couldn’t shake my unease.
‘Still.’
From what I’d observed so far, when it came to the matter of outwitting an opponent, my thoughts aligned remarkably well with that man.
Even if I couldn’t trust him in other things, surely I could trust him in this, couldn’t I?
With that thought, I opened my mouth.
“I’ll do as you wish. Ah, though the mess won’t be on my end.”
“This…!”
Dok-ryong started to flare up at my words but turned to look at Dokuou instead.
He hadn’t paid attention before, but now he seemed to be reading the situation.
In that moment, Dokuou observed me quietly before.
“…Bang Disciple.”
He seemed about to say something to me. What would he say? There was no need to wonder. Whatever Dokuou was about to utter would be just one thing.
‘Since he’s already made a promise with his own mouth.’
He couldn’t escape it. No matter the circumstances, there was nothing he could do.
As I waited for his response with that thought.
“Do it—”
Dokuou spoke.
The moment those words left his mouth.
Boom—!!
“Gasp!?”
Dok-ryong shrieked and flew backward.
“…Huh?”
…Flew backward?
I recalled and was bewildered. Why did he fly backward?
My head turned. Through the open window behind, Dok-ryong had suddenly been hurled out.
Not figuratively—he was literally thrown out.
“What…?”
Why had that bastard suddenly ended up like this?
Looking out the window, Dok-ryong was rolling across the ground before pushing himself up.
But seeing him clutch his solar plexus and groan, it seemed he’d taken a tremendous impact.
“Ugh…”
Drooling heavily, Dok-ryong glared at someone.
I was not.
“You wench…. What in blazes are you doing-!”
Dok-ryong’s roar erupted.
And the one who received that fury took a light step forward.
Upon seeing the figure, I opened my eyes wide and spoke.
“…Miss Dang?”
She was none other than Dang Yeeran.
Could it be that Dang Yeeran had sent Dok-ryong flying?
‘…I didn’t see it?’
I had not witnessed her movement.
What was happening? Unable to speak, I simply watched Dang Yeeran carefully.
“…Brother.”
Her voice startled me once more.
The usually bright and vigorous tone had vanished.
Just as Dokuou’s voice had been, an unnervingly low and eerie tone now flowed from her lips.
“It seems, you need a proper beating.”
“…What did you say?”
At Dang Yeeran’s words, Dok-ryong’s brow furrowed.
But it did not last long.
Whoosh-!
Wind swept through.
Dang Yeeran, who had been before me, vanished, and in the next instant.
Crack-!
She had driven her knee into Dok-ryong’s face from afar.
“Gack!”
Dok-ryong’s head shot skyward.
The moment he rose, blood sprayed from his nostrils.
A brilliant nosebleed blooming in the air.
My face went blank at the sight.
Literally.
Dang Yeeran had begun to seize Dok-ryong like one catching a mouse.
And she was doing so very roughly at that.

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