The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 110

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 110
Crack—!
“Ugh!”
Crunch—!!
“Gasp!”
Screams erupted everywhere as something rough and violent tore through the air.
The sounds came from a young man rolling across the ground.
“Kgh…!!”
The young man twisted his body and moved desperately.
Yet his body convulsed once more.
Knowing the attack was coming, he raised both arms in defense.
But something pierced through and struck his chest.
Smack—!
“Hack!”
He was sent flying. The inner energy wrapped around his body proved useless.
The impact shattered his defenses time and again.
‘Damn it.’
Dok-ryong gritted his teeth and quickly shifted his stance. He stomped the ground with all his might and rose to his feet.
He drew a hidden blade from his robes and hurled it, then immediately grasped a short sword as the blade flew.
Clang! Clang!
The flying blade fell uselessly. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that he’d created a momentary opening.
But.
Whoosh—!
A rough wind swept past, and something was already driving into him.
An elbow? The moment he identified the strike, his jaw snapped upward again.
Smack—!
“Gasp!”
Dok-ryong was sent flying through the air from the impact. He then crashed to the ground.
Those watching swallowed hard.
“Huh.”
“Dok-ryong….”
To be beaten so miserably was none other than one of the Seven Prodigies.
Though he was called the weakest among the Seven Prodigies, he was hailed as a genius among geniuses in the current late stage realm.
Moreover, he was called the Dang Clan’s Unparalleled Genius and was known as the reincarnation of Dokjon, who had greatly contributed to the Heavenly Supreme Yoo Cheon-gil’s victory in the Grand Martial Tournament.
He was spoken of as a being destined to bring glory to the Dang Clan.
Yet here he was, rolling on the ground.
Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin, who were watching, gasped in shock.
It was inevitable.
The one currently beating Dok-ryong, one of the Seven Prodigies, like catching a mouse was—
“How is the young lady of the Dang Clan….”
It was none other than his sister, Dokwha Dangyeran.
Dangyeran struck Dok-ryong without the slightest hesitation.
That small fist cut through the air so effortlessly that it drove straight into Dok-ryong’s solar plexus.
Crack!
The shockwave was far from negligible either, as a harsh sound accompanied Dok-ryong’s renewed scream.
Fast and precise.
And powerful.
Each movement contained so much depth.
Dangyeran’s unwavering motions drew admiration simply from watching them.
‘Huh.’
I caught myself exhaling sharply.
‘…So she really is stronger than Dok-ryong.’
I had only half-believed what Yoo Cheon-gil said, but seeing this left me speechless.
No, wasn’t that the truth?
‘She seemed so incompetent at Bigo.’
Back then, she barely moved at all.
“Gaaahhh–!!”
Playing with Dok-ryong, a master of the Seven Heavens, like this.
‘…If she could do this, why was she like that back then?’
It was utterly different from how she appeared then.
The way she blocked Palduyeok’s advance toward me was impressive, certainly.
But that was merely stubbornness and courage.
This is something else entirely.
‘She’s fast.’
So fast it was barely visible to the eye.
‘…And precise.’
Her movements were flawless, as if she had complete control over that speed.
I’m certain of it.
‘I cannot defeat her.’
I cannot overcome Dangyeran.
It was an obvious conclusion.
I couldn’t even seem to defeat Dok-ryong right now, so how could I possibly overcome Dangyeran, who was beating him down like this?
‘It’s remarkable.’
Remarkable. Not only was Yoo Cheon-gil right, but honestly, I never knew Dangyeran was this strong.
Then.
“Ugh! This woman–!!”
After taking blow after blow, Dok-ryong underwent a change. He briefly evaded Dangyeran’s assault, then gathered his qi throughout his body.
“…!”
My body reacted to that energy.
‘This is.’
It doesn’t seem to be mere qi, though. I can see a deep green aura rising faintly from Dok-ryong’s body.
[See that?]
Yoo Cheon-gil laughs with evident delight upon witnessing it.
[At minimum, he’s reached the Third Stage.]
[It’s the Fourth Stage.]
[Huh? Fourth Stage?]
When Dokjon corrects Yoo Cheon-gil’s words, he chuckles in acknowledgment.
[The Dang Fang Resonance Technique at the Fourth Stage at his age? Not bad at all.]
The Dang Fang Resonance Technique was the core cultivation method of the Dang Clan.
So hearing it had reached the Fourth Stage seemed significant.
‘Is the Fourth Stage considered high?’
I’m not entirely certain, but judging from Yoo Cheon-gil’s reaction, it clearly is.
‘If that old man is impressed, that says everything.’
Coming from Yoo Cheon-gil, who typically dismisses worldly matters as trivial, such praise must mean something extraordinary.
And.
‘Even I can tell it’s impressive.’
One could see at a glance that this was no ordinary display.
“…How dare you.”
Dok-ryong, now enveloped in green aura, grips his blade and thrusts it forward.
Then.
Whoooosh—!!
‘What?’
Dok-ryong’s presence was fading.
He was clearly right before my eyes, yet how could this be happening?
Even accounting for the darkness of night, the lanterns around us burned brightly, yet within that light, Dok-ryong’s form seemed to grow increasingly translucent.
Fascinating.
And dangerous.
‘…He can vanish right before me like that.’
What is this? Not hiding in the shadows, but disappearing openly before my eyes.
It was far too perilous a technique to face directly.
What principle governs this? Unable to discern the method, I narrowed my eyes, and in that instant.
[He’s erased his presence using qi while simultaneously distorting the surrounding space to create an optical illusion. He hasn’t truly vanished—use Wol-an to verify.]
Yoo Cheon-gil provides the answer as if offering guidance.
The moment I hear this, I focus my eyes intently.
A tingling sensation.
Qi seeps into my eyes. Then I see it.
Dok-ryong, wrapped in undulating aura across his body.
‘…Indeed.’
The movement of the surrounding qi is peculiar.
‘Is he using that to create the illusion?’
I found it fascinating what principle she used to create such a situation.
It was even more striking since this was my first time witnessing the Dang Clan’s martial techniques.
‘I heard she came from an assassin background. Seeing it firsthand confirms it.’
Her martial arts employed flying blades and short daggers.
Anyone could see these weren’t fighters who engaged in direct confrontation.
I’d heard scattered rumors about her martial techniques as well.
But I never expected her to use a martial art that made her vanish before my eyes.
‘Fighting her would be dangerous.’
Especially on a night like this, it would be even more so.
‘How would one even counter such a martial art?’
Thanks to Wol-an’s power, I could see clearly now, but what if I didn’t have it?
As I pondered such things,
[Ah, listen. Don’t be mistaken. The Dang Clan’s martial arts aren’t merely frightening because of such tricks.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke to me with a tone of exasperation.
[Have you forgotten why the Dang Clan became an object of terror to martial artists?]
‘…Ah.’
His words jolted my mind awake. He was right.
The Dang Clan’s fearsome reputation wasn’t merely due to such techniques.
Nor was it the fame gained through Cheogang.
The truly dangerous aspect was,
‘Poison Force.’
The use of poison force—a threat to even the greatest masters.
That was the most terrifying part.
[Watch carefully. This is worth observing.]
At his words, I focused my gaze on Dok-ryong.
Meanwhile, Yoo Cheon-gil continued his explanation.
[Poison Force, you see. It’s not about actually carrying poison and applying or sprinkling it on blades.]
‘…Not about carrying it?’
Then how is it used? As confusion clouded my mind, Yoo Cheon-gil added further explanation.
[Dang Clan martial artists are exposed to countless poisons from childhood. They ingest them, apply them to their skin, and even cut themselves to apply more.]
Just hearing it was painful. That was pure torture.
[Through such repeated training, the Dang Clan’s bloodline is born with natural immunity, but few survive the training itself.]
I could certainly believe that.
[However, those who survive such training find that the poisons they’ve accumulated naturally flow through their muscles and blood.]
[When the poison flowing through the body combines with the vital energy created by the Dang Clan’s inner cultivation, it’s called Poison Qi.]
[And since the poison stored in the body isn’t infinite, they often consume toxic plants to replenish it.]
Through torture-like training, they accumulate poison in their bodies.
And they use it as martial arts by combining it with their physical vital energy?
‘…And they even have to consume poison regularly to maintain their reserves?’
I couldn’t help but gasp at the notion that one had to consume poison to use martial arts.
[…That rotting bastard. Spouting his family’s affairs without a shred of hesitation.]
Dokjon seemed displeased with Yoo Cheon-gil’s words, yet his reaction suggested they held truth.
So this was what it meant to be a Dang Clan Martial Artist—enduring such trials.
‘…I would have bolted long ago.’
I would have bitten my tongue and abandoned such training.
[Tsk, tsk. So watch carefully. At that level, he should at least become a Geolmul.]
A bloodline of the Dang Clan who survived by enduring brutal cultivation.
Among them, Dok-ryong—called the reincarnation of Dokjon.
He gradually rose and moved forward with gathering momentum.
Whoosh—!
Dok-ryong lunged at Dang Yeeran.
A green flash erupted from the barely perceptible aura.
Short blades tore through the air, pouring down upon Dang Yeeran.
In that instant.
[No. That’s not it.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke.
[Not that incompetent fool, but the real one in front. Didn’t I tell you to watch that?]
Kwaaaang——!!!!
Along with his words, Dok-ryong was driven into the ground once more.
“Ugh!”
The short blade Dok-ryong held was hurled into the air.
It seemed he had lost his grip on the weapon.
Dang Yeeran had moved her hand to seize Dok-ryong’s throat and slam him to the ground.
“Gack!”
Dok-ryong thrashed, yet Dang Yeeran did not release her grip.
Sizzzzle—!
Suddenly, a sound of something burning reached my ears. The source was Dok-ryong’s throat.
‘What is…’
From where Dang Yeeran gripped, Dok-ryong’s throat began to blacken.
A foul stench accompanied it. It didn’t seem to be burning.
‘Poison…?’
This was the sight of progressive poisoning taking hold.
The way it darkened to violet was utterly cruel.
Should she really be left like this? My concern surged forward.
“Cough!”
Dok-ryong spat blood, which splattered onto the back of Dang Yeeran’s hand.
Then.
“…Hik…!!”
Dang Yeeran, her hand stained with blood, trembled and immediately withdrew from Dok-ryong.
“Gack…. Gasp….”
As Dang Yeeran stepped back, I watched Dok-ryong’s skin gradually return to its normal color.
“Ugh… Hah…. Gasp….”
Dok-ryong trembled as he attempted to rise once more.
Judging by the intensity still burning in his eyes, it seemed he intended to continue.
“…Hm….”
Dang Yeeran stood rigid, seemingly uncertain what to do about the blood staining her hands.
Despite only a few drops of blood having splattered on her, she appeared on the verge of convulsing.
“You… You this….”
Dok-ryong lunged toward Dang Yeeran once more.
“That’s enough.”
Boom—!
Dokuou appeared in an instant and struck Dok-ryong’s head with a sharp blow.
With a dull thud, Dok-ryong collapsed to the ground.
He appeared to have lost consciousness.
“I will permit no further.”
After already permitting so much, his declaration of what he would no longer allow struck me as absurd.
“First Daughter.”
Dokuou called to Dang Yeeran, leaving the unconscious Dok-ryong behind.
She restrained her trembling hands with her other hand as she looked toward him.
“Yes… Yes….”
Dokuou glanced at Dang Yeeran’s hands before speaking.
“Return to your residence at once. Do not appear again until I summon you for your punishment.”
“….”
“Answer me.”
“I… understand….”
Dang Yeeran responded to Dokuou’s words and walked away hesitantly. Then.
Dang Yeeran glanced in this direction.
I wondered if she was looking at me, but it didn’t seem to be the case.
Where was her gaze directed? When I shifted slightly, I understood.
She was looking at Muyong Youngsoon.
“Hm.”
Muyong Youngsoon seemed to sense that gaze, speaking softly.
“…This is rather unexpected.”
From her furrowed expression, I sensed considerable discomfort.

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