The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 163

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 163
Heuk Taedo, Peng Dojun.
Twenty-four years old.
A martial artist of the Peng Clan, standing well over seven feet tall with a body of solid muscle.
One of the Seven Prodigies, commonly known as.
‘The Future of the Peng Clan.’
Or.
‘Heavenly Martial Physique.’
A body blessed by the heavens themselves.
That was how the world spoke of Peng Dojun in the present day.
A body born to become a martial artist.
Overwhelming physical prowess combined with the Peng Clan’s exclusive martial techniques wielded through that foundation.
Those who witnessed the Peng Clan’s blade techniques unfold from Heuk Taedo’s hands all agreed without exception that he would one day surpass the Sword Saint himself.
‘Heavenly Martial Physique, they say.’
I’d only heard rumors about it, never truly understanding what it felt like.
‘…It’s certainly impressive.’
Now that I faced Heuk Taedo directly, I understood. What couldn’t such a body accomplish?
‘Solid.’
The sensation I felt upon sight was one of immensity and solidity.
Would a blade even pierce through such a form?
He resembled a boulder given human shape.
‘Hmm.’
I observed that quietly before glancing at Dang Cheon-il collapsed on the ground.
His eyes were rolled back—he’d lost consciousness. Already frightening in appearance, his current state looked downright grotesque.
Setting that aside.
‘…In a single blow?’
Yet he was also one of the Seven Prodigies.
Dang Cheon-il, whom the Dang Clan called the reincarnation of Dokjon and held such high expectations for.
Defeated with just one strike.
He’d charged forward using his exclusive martial techniques, yet a single punch from Heuk Taedo had brought him down.
‘…This is something.’
I had no words.
I never imagined the gap between the Seven Prodigies could be this vast.
And the real problem was.
‘Why is he looking for me?’
My name had come from his mouth.
Protagonist, Bangseong-yeon.
An epithet that still felt foreign on my tongue, and a name I didn’t particularly favor.
The moment I heard it, my brow furrowed deeply.
‘He has business with me.’
Heuk Taedo clearly has business with me.
The way he boldly stopped the carriage in front of us revealed his intentions.
‘Why?’
I couldn’t fathom his reason. What could possibly drive Heuk Taedo to seek me out?
It eluded me entirely.
‘Tsk.’
Regardless of his motives, I needed to act.
If he’s making such a bold move, I’ll have to go meet him.
Just as I was about to rise to my feet—
“Wait.”
Do-hyeong pressed down on my shoulder.
“We don’t know his intentions yet. Hold your position for now.”
With those words, Do-hyeong stepped out of the carriage.
“…Ugh, I really don’t want to get entangled with that man. Tsk.”
Cheonhye-in muttered irritably before following Do-hyeong outside.
Now only Cheon Euijin and I remained in the carriage.
“Oh.”
Heuk Taedo’s voice reached us immediately.
I turned my attention to their conversation.

* * *
Peng Dojun’s eyes gleamed as he watched the passengers descend from the carriage.
He observed with keen interest. The first to emerge was a young man around his own age.
‘Is it him?’
It could very well be. I could tell immediately upon seeing him.
‘He’s strong.’
Strong. Unlike the Dang Clan’s warrior who had rushed at me, this one possessed genuine power.
I was certain of it.
Peng Dojun had always possessed exceptional instincts.
Perhaps it was due to his remarkable Heavenly Martial Constitution.
Or perhaps his natural intuition was simply extraordinary. Whatever the reason, Peng Dojun’s instincts transcended imagination.
Whenever he sensed something would happen, it inevitably came to pass.
His instincts were so accurate that he had waited four consecutive days on this road, convinced they would appear.
And look—they had arrived exactly as he predicted.
My instincts are exceptional.
Reminding myself of this, I studied my counterpart.
A handsome man with sharp, defined features.
Was this Bangseong-yeon? Peng Dojun tilted his head, observing intently, when—
Another figure descended from the carriage. My eyes widened at the sight.
“Ha ha ha—! Who is this!”
I burst out laughing, my face brightening with genuine delight.
“Wol Muhui!”
Wol Muhui Cheonhye-in.
Unlike the Dang Clan’s impostor, the real deal.
Seeing a presence like my own—someone fundamentally different from the rabble—I couldn’t help but laugh.
But Cheonhye-in’s expression darkened at the sight.
“…Heuk Taedo. What are you doing here?”
“Of course! I knew you’d come. I heard the Cheonwol Sect was participating in the Dragon Phoenix Gathering, so naturally you had to show up!”
“I asked what your reason was.”
“Finally, I can cross blades with you. My heart is racing with anticipation.”
“…No, I mean… sigh…”
Cheonhye-in cut herself short, exhaling in exasperation.
“Really, there’s no getting through to you.”
“Huh? We’ve been conversing just fine until now.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t call this conversation.”
“Then what is conversation? Should we do it with our blades? I’d prefer that anyway.”
Krrk-krrk.
Peng Dojun spoke and drew his saber.
It was a massive black blade that boasted an enormous, imposing frame.
Watching it, Cheonhye-in murmured softly.
“The Black Iron Saber… Did you receive that?”
“Yes. Father gave it to me as a birthday gift this year.”
“So the Lord of the Peng Clan has finally decided you’ll be the next one.”
The Black Iron Saber was the cherished weapon once wielded by Doshin, the previous clan lord.
Even apart from that, it was the saber passed down through generations of Peng clan lords.
The fact that Peng Dojun had inherited it meant only one thing.
The next Lord of the Peng Clan would be Peng Dojun.
He carried this certainty with complete confidence.
Kii-kii-kii-kik.
Pressure erupted from Peng Dojun—a raw, violent momentum befitting the massive frame of his body as he gripped the saber.
Just as he was about to unleash it toward the carriage—
Skreee—!
파아아아아—!!!
Peng Dojun’s aura was severed along with a brilliant flash.
“Ho?”
Peng Dojun’s eyes widened with interest at the sight.
“We are disciples of the Great Cheonwol Sect.”
A thick, resolute voice followed.
“We are traveling this road on business with the main alliance, conducting ourselves according to the righteous way. To obstruct us would make you an enemy of both the Martial Arts Alliance and the Cheonwol Sect, would it not?”
Shuuuuuu.
A sharp blade aura spreads outward.
A tingling sensation courses through the air. Peng Dojun’s lips curled upward violently at the feeling.
“Your words are gentle, yet your momentum is brutally violent. I like it.”
Whoosh.
The blade cleaves through empty space. With a heavy gust of wind, the edge of the weapon pointed toward the young man.
“What would you do if I were your enemy?”
“….”
Silence brushed past.
The young man’s blue eyes gleamed.
“I would cut you down.”
The blade that had been at a distance suddenly burrowed toward Peng Dojun.
Watching this, Peng Dojun’s black pupils blazed with light.
“A fine answer.”
The black iron blade drew an arc through the void.
Boom—!!
Blade and saber clashed in empty space.
Blue aura and black aura intertwined, generating a shockwave.
Boom, boom, boom—!!!
The pressure erupted into a deafening roar. After their single exchange, the two figures created distance between them.
The blue-eyed young man, Do-hyeong, spun his blade once and took his stance.
He was preparing for a proper sword form.
“You.”
Peng Dojun, watching this, spoke without erasing his smile.
“You’re strong. I’m impressed.”
The interest and competitive spirit blazing in his eyes were so intense it was almost frightening.
“What’s your name?”
“….”
At Peng Dojun’s question, Do-hyeong’s brow furrowed.
He glanced sideways at the Cheonwol Sect’s carriage. Then.
“Bangseong-yeon.”
He spoke his junior’s name.
Hearing this, Peng Dojun laughed even more violently.
“하하하하하하하—!!!”
Was he delighted because this was the person he had been searching for? As Do-hyeong narrowed his eyes watching this.
“You’re terrible at lying.”
“…!”
Peng Dojun’s expression suddenly turned serious as he spoke.
“You are not the Protagonist.”
This too was a certainty.
There was no wavering in Peng Dojun’s voice and eyes.
“Isn’t that right?”
Do-hyeong fell silent at that unwavering conviction.
“You’re pleasant enough, but you’re not the one I’m looking for. Come out. You’re in there, aren’t you?”
Peng Dojun’s gaze turned toward the carriage.
The carriage remained silent at his words.
Seeing this, Peng Dojun poured more power into his blade.
“If you won’t come out, that’s fine too. I’ll simply force you out.”
Crack.
The ground beneath Peng Dojun’s feet fractured like a spider’s web.
At this, Do-hyeong tightened his grip on his sword again.
“This is exactly why I didn’t want to get entangled with that man.”
Along with an enchanting voice, light exploded before his eyes.
Before the light burst forth, Peng Dojun’s arm was already moving.
He raised his blade to the left in defense.
Clang! The sword bit into the Heuk Taedo.
“Wol Muhui!”
Peng Dojun’s feet slid backward from the impact.
It was a tremendous force emanating from that delicate frame.
“Really, you’re still as crude as ever.”
“Hahaha! Are you thinking of fighting me too? Excellent!”
“Sigh…”
Cheonhye-in lowered her sword loosely.
“I have no intention of causing trouble, but I have my own position to consider.”
“Position? What, do you have to protect the Protagonist?”
As he spoke, Peng Dojun’s lips curled into a sneer.
“They say he’s so remarkable, yet he’s receiving protection from inside. That’s rather disappointing.”
“Protection?”
At Peng Dojun’s words, Cheonhye-in tilted her head slightly.
Any lingering hint of amusement had vanished from her expression.
“Don’t misunderstand. Do you think I’m the one protecting him?”
“Then you’re saying you’re not?”
“That’s right.”
Cheonhye-in brushed back her hair as she spoke to Peng Dojun.
“He’s not someone I can protect or fail to protect. How could the weak ever protect the strong?”
“…What?”
Peng Dojun’s eyes widened at Cheonhye-in’s words.
The weak?
‘What is this?’
At those words, Peng Dojun’s heart raced.
Cheonhye-in was one of the few figures that Peng Dojun acknowledged among the later generation.
Someone I could reasonably consider my rival.
Arrogant, yet possessing the skill to transform that arrogance into confidence.
‘For Wol Muhui to speak like that?’
She called herself the weaker one and referred to the Protagonist as the stronger.
Thump—!
At those words, Peng Dojun’s heart trembled violently.
How could such a thing be possible?
“How intriguing. Now I absolutely must see it.”
I couldn’t bear not to see it.
I had to see it, no matter what.
Whoooosh—!!
Qi wrapped around the black iron blade.
“…Tsk.”
“….”
Seeing this, Cheonhye-in and Do-hyeong simultaneously tensed.
Peng Dojun would charge forward. There was no doubt about it.
Preparing for combat to unfold, they raised their momentum—
Click.
A sound came from the carriage as the door opened.
Peng Dojun’s gaze naturally turned toward it.
A foot emerged from the carriage first.
Slowly.
Very slowly, the sole touched the ground.
In that instant.
Whoooooosh—!!!
“…!!!”
Peng Dojun’s body went rigid.
“Wh…?”
A single syllable escaped him.
Peng Dojun’s eyes trembled. Something had descended.
A young man who still retained a somewhat youthful appearance.
His age seemed barely past twenty at most.
His height was considerably shorter compared to Do-hyeong.
Meaning his frame was not particularly large.
His body was the same—a lean physique with muscles that didn’t stand out particularly.
Strikingly handsome, yet that beauty was diminished by an expression of utter indifference and drowsy eyes.
Irritation evident in his brow, and within his eyes, a blue luminescence.
And the martial robes that testified to his membership in Cheonwol Sect, specifically Sowoldae—an elite unit only the most exceptional could enter.
In some respects, he didn’t appear particularly impressive.
‘What is this….’
Peng Dojun could do nothing as he stared at the young man.
‘What in the world is that?’
Tremble, tremble, tremble, tremble.
The arm grasping the sword trembled.
What was that which descended from the carriage?
‘Is it human?’
It had the appearance of a human, yet it was not human.
Peng Dojun could sense it.
The vast and distant presence that emanated from behind that young man.
It was as though shadows had flooded and completely engulfed the mountainside behind him.
“Haa.”
A sigh echoed forth.
What should have been a small, quiet sound resonated through Peng Dojun’s ears like a reverberating bell.
“…What exactly are you…?”
The young man speaking squinted his eyes as he looked at Peng Dojun.
The enormous shadow behind the young man moved in unison.
It grew larger.
‘…Growing…growing ever larger.’
The shadow expanded until it touched the heavens.
That presence, now so immense, looked down upon Peng Dojun from far above.
“What.”
[What.]
Was it an illusion?
Over the youthful voice, a rough and deep voice overlaid itself.
“You.”
[You wretch.]
“…Can you see this?”
[Can you see it?]
The Blue-Eyed Shadow laughed.
As the overwhelming presence cascaded down, Peng Dojun’s face drained of all color.

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