The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 167

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 167
Namgung Seong.
Seeing him, I couldn’t help but grimace.
‘This bastard?’
Socheongeom Namgung Seong. Someone I had history with.
Though it would be more accurate to call it a bitter history than mere acquaintance, we did know each other.
The man who came directly to find me at the Martial Arts Alliance’s Anhui branch. We had clashed and fought during that encounter.
That must have been the turning point. When my life began to change completely.
Yoo Cheon-gil defeated Socheongeom, and rumors began spreading because of it.
Of course, it wasn’t a massive scandal back then, but it became the catalyst for word to gradually spread.
So much has happened since then. Yet not even a year has passed through all of it.
Two seasons have passed, and we’re nearly entering the third.
It had been quite a while since I’d seen this face.
‘So he came too.’
Well, considering his affiliation with the Namgung Clan, it wasn’t strange for him to attend the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering, but.
“What are you doing?”
I knocked away the arm he was grabbing and asked.
Heat rose in my voice. I was already starving to death, and being interrupted had made me irritable.
“…Ha….”
At my words, he let out a bitter laugh.
“What am I doing?”
Moreover, his voice carried a sharp edge. Seeing that, I sensed something was off.
‘What’s with this guy?’
The feeling is different.
‘Was he always like this?’
The Socheongeom I remembered was not like this.
I’m certain of my memory.
‘He was someone who cared extremely about others’ gazes.’
What is this attitude? Thanks to him, all the eyes that were already drawn to me turned this way.
Every gaze in this restaurant was now fixed on us.
“Are you asking because you don’t know? Because of you, my entire life has become-!”
Even in such a situation, Namgung Seong was venting his anger at me.
And with genuine fury at that.
‘This guy.’
He’s changed considerably. The Socheongeom I knew would never have shown such an attitude here.
No matter how uncomfortable or displeased, he would have acted while watching others’ reactions.
‘He doesn’t care about others’ gazes.’
He was too busy being angry to worry about how people saw him. This is.
‘Something must have happened after he returned.’
It seems some incident occurred after his return.
There was no way he could look like that otherwise.
In that moment.
I glanced sideways at his hand.
It was moving.
His hand was reaching toward the sword hilt.
‘What?’
Surely not?
‘He’s drawing here?’
With so many people around, was he really thinking of drawing his blade?
It made no sense. No matter how insane he was, drawing a sword in front of all these people was madness.
‘He’s lost his mind.’
I couldn’t comprehend it. That was my first reason for shock, and the second was.
‘Why is it so slow?’
Namgung Seong’s hand movement seemed strangely sluggish.
Slowly. Very slowly.
Every motion of his hand reaching for the hilt entered my vision completely.
Had Namgung Seong grown weaker?
Back when I sparred with him, his blade was incredibly fast.
The Namgung Clan’s swordsmanship, which primarily employed swift techniques, was renowned for its speed.
And Namgung Seong, recognized for his talent even among them, certainly wielded a fast blade.
‘It’s slow.’
It had slowed down. Unlike back then, it appeared far too slow now.
Realizing this, I understood something.
It wasn’t that.
‘He hasn’t slowed down.’
I had become faster.
My eyes had changed and my realm had advanced since then, which is why his blade appeared so slow to me now.
His hand slowly approaching the blade.
Watching it, I narrowed my eyes.
The world noticeably slowed.
A sensation as if only I could see his blade within this decelerated space.
Feeling this, I focused power into my eyes.
A resonant hum.
Energy stirred and light flooded my vision.
‘The old man told me not to use it.’
Something I had obtained through closed-door cultivation.
Now seemed like the perfect moment to use it.
‘Should I try?’
As always, deliberation should be brief.
I decided. With that judgment, I reached to draw my blade.
Thud.
‘Hm?’
Something intercepted the motion. A pale hand.
Was it a woman’s hand? No, it wasn’t.
Only the skin was pale—it was a man’s hand.
And the way it cut in so decisively.
Clang.
“…!”
“…Huh?”
Suddenly, Namgung Seong intercepted the hilt that Socheongeom was about to draw, seized it himself, and sheathed the blade in its place.
Then.
“Little brother. Didn’t your older brother tell you?”
His voice was gentle.
“Please, don’t overstep your bounds.”
Crack!
He grabbed Namgung Seong’s head.
“You always disappoint this older brother, and it seems you’re doing it again.”
콰아아앙—!!!
He slammed him straight into the table.
“Cough!”
Namgung Seong coughed up blood, and the table where our group had been eating split clean in half.
Drip.
Blood trickled down Namgung Seong’s forehead as he lay collapsed.
It happened so suddenly.
Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin immediately sprang into action.
They were about to draw their swords.
“Oh my! I’m terribly sorry!!!”
The young man who had just smashed the table with Namgung Seong’s head bowed his head repeatedly.
“I’ll pay double for the table and the food, so please forgive me…!!”
Scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub———!!!
The young man rubbed his palms together vigorously while keeping his head bowed, making audible sounds.
His desperation was so pitiful that Do-hyeong and Cheon Euijin, who had been reaching for their swords, froze in place.
Then.
“Sigh….”
Cheonhye-in, who had been silent until now, let out a sigh.
“To think I’d see two detestable faces in a single day.”
Her voice dripped with irritation.
At her voice, the young man who had been bowing lifted his head slightly to look at Cheonhye-in.
Seeing that, I widened my eyes.
‘This bastard.’
That sheepish smile resembled someone.
There was no need to search for who.
‘…Namgung Seong?’
This young man and Namgung Seong had identical faces.
Which meant.
‘This bastard….’
This young man was none other than.
“…Naelyong. Still the same face, I see.”
Cheonhye-in spoke the answer in my stead.
‘As expected.’
This young man’s name was Namgung Cheon.
Namgung Seong’s twin older brother and one of the current Seven Pillars.
However.
“Ah, Miss Cheon. It’s been quite a while since we’ve met.”
Looking at Naelyong, the sense of incongruity was overwhelming. His face was no different from Namgung Seong’s, yet his sly smile and manner of speech were entirely different.
“How many years has it been? I’ve been wanting to see you, and here you are. How wonderful.”
“…I haven’t wanted to see you at all.”
“Ah…. Can’t you take a joke?”
He chuckles without paying any mind to Cheonhye-in’s words.
Then he kicks Namgung Seong, who lay collapsed on the ground.
Thud—!
He sends him flying far away.
It appeared to be where the members of the Namgung Clan had gathered, and as soon as Namgung Seong fell, someone approached and attended to him.
‘Ah.’
I recognized who that was too. I was certain of the name.
‘Namgung Hyeon?’
The precious jewel of the Namgung family, one year older than me.
I see her flinch as she tends to Namgung Seong and glances in my direction.
I didn’t pay it much mind.
There was only one person I needed to focus on right now.
‘Naelyong.’
The young man before me. He was the only one who mattered at this moment.
“Our younger brother has caused you trouble. I sincerely apologize. He’s handsome enough, but still lacks maturity.”
Saying his twin looks handsome was quite an odd choice of words.
“I shall compensate you for any damages incurred. Might I humbly ask for your merciful forgiveness?”
“What if I can’t forgive?”
Cheonhye-in asked. At her words, Naelyong’s eyes turned toward her. Witnessing that, my body stiffened momentarily.
His eyes, stripped of their smile, were far colder than I had anticipated.
Cold enough to make me flinch without thinking.
But.
“Well… then.”
It was brief, but Naelyong spoke with a troubled expression.
“If I were to kneel… would you forgive me?”
Saying so, he actually began to bend his knees.
I quickly stopped him when I saw that.
“…There’s no need for that. It’s fine.”
“Ah, truly? Thank you, Socheongeom.”
The moment I stopped him, he sprang to his feet as if he’d been waiting for it.
Then, looking at me with a slight smile, he continued.
“Indeed, you must be the one recently famous as a hero. Your capacity is truly vast.”
“…”
My face contorted upon hearing that.
‘How did he know?’
How had he discovered that I was the Protagonist? This bastard had figured it out.
[Heh heh. Observe this one…]
At that moment, Yoo Cheon-gil spoke while observing Naelyong with intrigue.
[Both the Peng Clan’s man and this one…]
His voice was filled with deep interest and astonishment.
[They hype up the Seven Swords so much, I wondered how remarkable they could be. Now I see.]
It was a clean compliment.
[Even seeing that pathetic wretch, I recalled the Lightning Sword, but this one…]
He alluded to the Socheongeom he had shattered, then shifted his words upon observing Naelyong.
[This one surpasses even that.]
A compliment incomparable to Socheongeom.
So Naelyong was that remarkable.
Come to think of it.
‘When he destroyed the Protagonist, his movements were flawlessly clean.’
It was a technique so difficult for me to properly comprehend.
It felt similar to when Heuk Taedo hurled Dok-ryong.
Which meant.
‘Naelyong possesses that level of power as well?’
Power comparable to Heuk Taedo.
As I was about to look at Naelyong again while contemplating this.
“…Uh… Socheongeom?”
This time, a voice came from above.
Everyone’s gaze turned toward it.
“Your youthful vigor is admirable, but perhaps you could calm down a bit. If you cause any more trouble, I’ll have no choice but to file a report.”
There were two young men sitting on the railing above, chins resting on their hands, looking down at us.
One was a young man with neatly arranged hair wearing a subtle ash-gray martial robe, while the other didn’t have the refined appearance of the descendants of prestigious clans gathered here.
At first glance, he appeared to be wearing something like burlap.
Matted, greasy hair hanging in disarray.
To anyone’s eyes, he looked like a beggar.
Someone spoke upon seeing him.
“Tugwolgaen.”
Hearing this, I nodded in agreement.
‘So that’s Tugwolgaen.’
Tugwolgaen O Unchoo.
A beggar belonging to the Beggar’s Sect and one of the Seven Legends.
And beside him was.
“…Mudang Unryong.”
‘Sigh.’
Upon confirming this, I let out an exasperated breath.
I wondered who the neat-looking one was, but he was no different.
Mudang Unryong Seo Pyeong—one of the Shaman sect’s Seven Legends.
At this point.
‘All seven legends are gathering in one place.’
Dok-ryong of the Dang Clan.
Wol Muhui of the Cheongwol Sect.
Naelyong of the Namgung clan.
Tugwolgaen of the Beggar’s Sect.
Mudang Unryong of the Shaman sect.
Now if Heuk Taedo arrives as well.
콰아앙—!!!
The moment I thought it, the door shattered. Everyone’s eyes snapped open in shock at the sudden impact.
“Ooh!! What in the world is happening here!!!”
A rough voice filled the restaurant.
At that coarse tone, I clicked my tongue briefly.
‘Speak of the devil and he shall appear.’
Another eccentric I’d met during the day.
“It’s been a while, everyone.”
Heuk Taedo Peng Dojun had arrived.
With six of the Seven Legends gathered, all eyes converged on this unprecedented sight.
As everyone’s curiosity and interest peaked at this extraordinary occurrence.
“Ah, I happened to meet someone on the way in. Perfect timing.”
Heuk Taedo stepped aside as if to introduce someone.
In that moment.
“…!!”
“…!”
–!!!
‘What is this?’
The surrounding noise ceased.
The Seven Killers, who had been exchanging glances with one another, suddenly turned their attention toward the entrance.
These were men who hadn’t cared much even when Heuk Taedo came crashing through, destroying everything.
Yet for some reason, their auras now radiated caution and tension.
‘Hm.’
Naturally, I also directed my gaze toward the entrance.
‘This is…’
Could it be.
‘That person?’
I wondered if the person I had identified had finally appeared.
If six of the Seven Killers had gathered.
Then it wouldn’t be strange for the seventh to arrive.
Then.
Tap.
Footsteps echoed from beyond the entrance.
With everyone in silence, the sound carried all the more clearly.
Tap.
Tap.
As the continuous footsteps drew steadily closer.
“…Tsk.”
Cheonhye-in suddenly clicked her tongue.
At that sound, a figure’s form became fully visible at the entrance.
Jet-black hair danced in the wind.
She wore a white martial robe adorned with a reddish-crimson sword coat.
Her complexion was pale as snow, and across her shoulders draped a white fur cloak.
Her height appeared slightly shorter than mine, yet somehow it didn’t feel diminished.
An expressionless face with eyes as dark as obsidian.
Even the small black mole delicately placed on the bridge of her nose.
Anyone would acknowledge her as a beautiful woman.
But their silence at her arrival was not for that reason.
‘So it’s her.’
The one Cheonhye-in and Muyong Youngsoon.
Even Dok-ryong had mentioned.
And.
‘The final member of the Seven Killers.’
The last of the current Seven Killers.
The moment she appeared.
[하하하하하하하하하하하하—-!!!!!!]
Yoo Cheon-gil burst into raucous laughter. The harsh sound of his cackling felt like it would tear my ears apart.
[매화 놈—!!!! 그 고지식한 놈이!! 대체 뭘 만든 거냐!!!]
This was the first time Yoo Cheon-gil had reacted so intensely.
Could she be such an exceptional being?
It was possible. After all, there was another name by which she was called.
According to the intelligence reports, it was clearly stated.
First-stage lagging index.
The one mentioned as the most outstanding among the current successors—that’s what was written.
A martial artist whose mere appearance tensed everyone around her.
‘…The Sword Phoenix of Huashan.’
Maehua Geombong.
Yoo Yeon.
The monster of Huashan had revealed herself.

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