The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 113

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 113
Had I realized Dokuou’s scheme earlier, I might have gone back to confront him about it. But when I checked afterward, his residence was already dark.
‘That old man really is weak.’
It was too early for him to be asleep naturally. This was purely—
‘A way of telling me not to come back.’
Don’t come today.
It was the same as what he’d said to me. Perhaps he really was tired. His expression had looked exhausted throughout the banquet.
There was a possibility he’d actually gone to sleep.
‘But that’s not what I think.’
Judging from Dokuou’s character, it didn’t seem like that was the real reason.
‘Tsk.’
Since it was awkward to enter regardless, I had to turn back for now.
With that thought, I changed direction.
As the night grew late, I considered heading to my residence.
But my steps led me instead to the Training Hall.
I still had a sword left to wield.

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Whoosh—!! Slash—!!
The blade moved roughly, cutting through the air.
I hadn’t lit the lamps, so it was somewhat dark, but darkness posed no problem for me.
Since opening the Wol-an, night had become my advantage.
Thud—!
I stamped the ground with my toes while simultaneously identifying flaws in my mind.
‘I used too much force. I need to reduce it next time.’
It was unnecessary muscle usage, and I’d bent too much without purpose.
Whoosh—!! The blade cut through empty space once more.
‘This time I lacked power in my waist.’
The angle of my fingertips.
The strength in my waist.
The movement of my wrist during the twist.
The resulting difference in direction and speed at the blade’s tip.
As if refusing to miss even a single flaw, I continued to recall each movement.
Roaaaah—!!!
A blue light erupted from the darkness.
It was the Blue Moon Sword Dance, First Form. Wolrang.
It was more solid and its radiance far more intense than when I first used it.
The recoil I’d felt back then was now something I could endure to a degree.
Thanks to that, the trembling decreased, making it far easier to execute.
‘Next is—’
I continued the motion and raised my sword toward the sky.
And then.
쉬아아아악—!!!
Tearing through the darkness, the blade’s edge slashed downward toward the ground.
A gust of wind surged forth with the sound of the air splitting apart.
Roaaaar–!!!
Azure Moon Sword Technique, Second Form.
Yawol.
It appeared to be a simple downward slash, yet it was actually more difficult to execute than Wolrang.
‘It only looks simple, but that’s the problem.’
The flow of energy required at this moment and maintaining it while condensing everything into such a simple movement.
Yoo Cheon-gil expressed it effortlessly, but that was precisely what made it so difficult.
To contain the vast meaning of night itself.
A downward slash was far too simple a motion.
Trying to paint profundity within it made it infinitely harder and more complex.
‘Even maintaining balance is ambiguous.’
If I put too much force into my legs, the movement itself falls apart.
But if I use less force, my energy dissipates.
Somehow I’m managing to execute the technique successfully.
‘There’s too much to think about.’
Using it in actual combat was still beyond my current ability.
What should I do to resolve this?
I already knew the answer long ago.
‘…What else can I do? I just have to train.’
If my strength is insufficient to control the recoil.
Then I simply need to become stronger to handle it.
Knowing that, here I am, doing this in the middle of the night.
“Huff….”
I stopped moving and exhaled.
Regulating my ragged breathing, I moved my hands to remove what I was wearing on my body.
Thud-! Thud thud-!
Sand-weighted pouches fell to the ground in abundance. One on each arm and one on each ankle—the weights I had been wearing.
It felt somewhat better now that the heaviness was gone.
“Ugh.”
No matter how much I do this, it never gets less tedious. I’m sick of it, yet I do this every single day.
[Is it finished?]
As I removed the weights, Yoo Cheon-gil asked.
“Yes. More or less.”
I’d like to continue if I could, but since it hasn’t been long since I removed the bandages, pushing myself too hard wouldn’t be wise.
‘That’s strange.’
I gazed at the bandaged arm and pondered.
‘Has my realm advanced? My recovery speed has become quite remarkable.’
They say that masters, unless their limbs are severed or crushed, heal within days and walk about normally.
It seemed to be exactly like that.
Even now, as long as I was careful moving my arm, there appeared to be no significant issues.
I planned to do more bodyweight exercises afterward, but for now, my training session had concluded.
Just one last thing remained.
“Hssss.”
I redirected my breathing. In that instant.
Whirrrrr—! My inner energy stirred within and spread throughout my body along the meridians.
It was the power of the Cyan Moon Heart Technique.
The energy invaded my body.
With the sand weights gone, I felt a much lighter and stronger response.
Feeling that, I drew my sword.
“Whoosh.”
Energy mingled with my breath as it escaped.
This was the most profound change I felt upon reaching the first-rate realm.
‘Will it work?’
Can I do this? The question arose, but I did not hesitate in that moment.
Whether it would succeed or fail, I did not know.
But I could not stop.
Crack—!
I poured strength into the sword in my grip and applied the energy directly.
Whoooosh—!
Cyan energy threads that gradually connected like woven silk.
[Impressive.]
Yoo Cheon-gil’s reaction brushed past my ears.
I ignored it and continued the technique.
‘What form did the old man use?’
How had he moved his energy and contained it?
How had he shaped and channeled it?
‘Remember. And recall.’
The first time, I envisioned the moon.
The second time, I created the night.
The third time.
‘Radiant light pouring forth.’
Embedding light into the moon that rose and upon which night accumulated.
Expressing that through the sword.
That was the third Cyan Moon Sword Dance that Yoo Cheon-gil had demonstrated.
Thus.
파스스스스—!!!
I too sought to manifest this, layering light upon my blade.
The energy from that moment.
The method from that moment.
I remembered it all and poured it into my sword.
If I could do this, I should be able to wield the formidable technique that Yoo Cheon-gil once used.
Thinking thus, the energy gradually rose within my blade, but.
The light that accumulated like this.
Crack—! Clang—!
“…!”
It never reached the sword’s tip and shattered, crumbling downward.
“…Damn.”
Fragments of energy scattered and fell to the ground.
Watching their form, I clicked my tongue briefly.
‘Failed again.’
I had failed.
‘What went wrong this time?’
I couldn’t tell. What exactly was the problem?
The way I channeled the energy and the form I shaped seemed no different than before.
“Hmm.”
With other techniques, I could spot my own flaws, but this one eluded me.
Sheathed.
I sheathed my sword and gazed into the empty air.
Yoo Cheon-gil was there in the darkness, watching me.
“How exactly is this supposed to work?”
I asked confidently.
“I’ve done everything I can think of. Something just isn’t clicking.”
Was my energy output insufficient? No—when Yoo Cheon-gil used my body, he had less energy than I do now.
‘Then, could it be a problem with the application method?’
Or perhaps my body hasn’t fully recovered yet.
‘Who knows.’
In the end, I had no certainty. So asking the man who knew the answer was my best option.
But.
[Hmm. Hmmmmm.]
Yoo Cheon-gil regarded me with a peculiar expression and tilted his head slightly.
Ah, this was bad. Whenever he wore that infuriating look, problems always followed.
Sure enough, Yoo Cheon-gil’s face took on a contemplative expression.
It wasn’t the face of someone wondering how to explain it.
Whether to tell me or not.
That was surely what he was deliberating over.
In any case, this old man had a foul temperament.
“…Couldn’t you just explain it to me? And please stop doing these petty, strange things.”
[Huh? You, listen here? Who said I was being petty? I’m simply troubled because I’m trying to explain it as kindly as possible.]
As if that were true.
Both the old man and I knew that was nonsense.
[Hmm.]
Yoo Cheon-gil, who had been deliberating, nodded his head.
[I can explain it, but it would be rather bothersome to do so with words.]
“…Then, should you come back in again?”
Was he planning to demonstrate it once more? That wasn’t a bad idea.
However.
‘The duration might be too short to possess him.’
From what I remembered, I seemed to have used it excessively in Bigo, so I likely had even less time now.
This wasn’t just my assumption, as the old man spoke with hesitation.
[No, that seems rather difficult…. Hmm.]
Tap, tap. The old man drummed his thick fingers against his monstrous forearm.
Just how difficult was this explanation?
[Yes, let’s think about it after sleeping first. That would be better.]
“…No….”
So he wasn’t going to explain anything after all. I was dumbfounded.
As I stared at him with a distorted expression, Yoo Cheon-gil made an embarrassed face.
[Don’t look at me so fiercely. I really do think I could explain it better after getting some sleep.]
“What does sleeping now have to do with that?”
[Isn’t it true that sleep helps your mind work faster and your body recover?]
“You’re joking. You don’t even sleep, Old Man.”
[….]
Yoo Cheon-gil lost his words.
I shook my head at the sight.
‘After all, there’s no point in arguing with words.’
When had he ever yielded to me?
“Sigh.”
I picked up the sand bag I’d thrown on the ground.
As I was preparing to leave, Yoo Cheon-gil asked me with a puzzled expression.
[Huh? Why are you preparing to finish? You said you’d train more.]
“You told me to sleep quickly. Besides, I can’t do much more anyway.”
I considered continuing, but looking at my body’s condition, it seemed rest was the right choice now.
[Hmm? I see…?]
Yoo Cheon-gil responded with regret to my answer, but he didn’t urge me to continue.
Tap, tap. I brushed off my body and left the Training Hall.
How much time had passed since I started training?
Judging by the moon’s position, it seemed I had been at it for quite a while.
‘How strange.’
It truly was peculiar.
Despite having mountains of things to consider, whenever I trained, such thoughts simply vanished.
In the past, my mind would have wandered constantly.
Even now, I should have been thinking of other matters before training.
‘…Patcheon Palace, supreme-grade martial weapons, things like that.’
Mysterious figures I didn’t even know.
The rewards promised by the Dang Clan.
And beyond that.
‘…Youngsoon as well. And moreover.’
Jegal Jin.
I should have been considering the connection to the Jie Clan that suddenly appeared.
Yet the moment I began training, I became completely absorbed.
“Hmm.”
How did it come to this?
I was never like this before.
‘This is all because of that old man.’
If I had to assign blame, Yoo Cheon-gil would be the prime suspect.
There was no helping it.
‘How could I forget after witnessing that?’
Even calling it “witnessing” seems absurd.
I had wielded such martial techniques with my own body.
I could not forget it, so I took up my blade.
It felt like something I had to do.
So I grasped my sword.
The most ridiculous part was.
‘It was fun.’
Learning and training in martial arts was enjoyable.
I, who had inwardly despised all martial artists as perverts.
Was gradually becoming just like them.
While that troubled me.
At the same time, it felt good.
Absurdly so.
Returning to my residence in that state, I sought sleep first.
There was what Yoo Cheon-gil had mentioned.
But regardless, there was much to be done once I woke.
I wanted to finish everything quickly and leave Sichuan.
With such thoughts, I drifted to sleep.

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“…Ugh, what a damned mess.”
The world had turned pure white.
Opening my eyes in that place, I immediately felt the urge to curse.
It was a space far too familiar to me.
And in the worst possible way.

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