The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 200

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 200
Boom—!
With a tremendous crash, Socheongeom slammed into the ground. The impact was so violent that cracks spiderwebbed across the earth, and debris shot skyward like a fountain.
“Kgh—!”
A strangled cry escaped as Socheongeom’s body bounced upward from the recoil.
The force sent him airborne, only to crash back down moments later.
“…Hah….”
Witnessing this, I couldn’t help but exhale sharply.
What was that just now?
‘…Did he just strike him?’
Do-hyeong closed the distance in an instant and smashed Socheongeom’s face.
A relentless assault—so swift I nearly lost sight of it.
Not quite at Geombong’s level, but Do-hyeong’s movements were undeniably fast.
‘…Was my senior always this strong?’
Do-hyeong is powerful.
I knew this well. We’d sparred multiple times already.
Why was someone like this—
Even more puzzling was that Do-hyeong, who was the same age as the Seven Prodigies, had never been ranked among them, nor even given an alias.
What I could say with certainty was this:
‘I am weaker than Do-hyeong.’
The current Do-hyeong surpassed me in strength.
And compared to Dok-ryong or Woon-ryong, Do-hyeong would likely prove stronger still.
‘But then again, the same applies to Socheongeom.’
Socheongeom.
When I first met him, there were stories about him.
A disciple of the Seven Prodigies’ caliber.
They said Socheongeom was a genius who might even rank among the Seven Prodigies themselves.
In truth, had I not borrowed Yoo Cheon-gil’s power, I could never have defeated him.
And yet, that same Socheongeom—
‘—was getting beaten like that?’
He was driven into the ground without resistance, his form so pathetic it was almost pitiful.
[Tsk tsk.]
Yoo Cheon-gil clicked his tongue briefly as I stared in shock.
[See?]
He spoke as though he’d known this all along.
[Did I not tell you it would end easily?]
His voice carried no interest whatsoever.
Do-hyeong, the one responsible for reducing Socheongeom to this state, simply stared down at him without expression.
“Ugh….”
Still reeling from the impact, Socheongeom trembled as he barely managed to rise.
Patter, patter, patter.
Blood dripped steadily from his lips.
“Ugh… gasp… you dare….”
Socheongeom’s voice trembled with rage.
“How could you-”
But before he could finish his accusation.
“…!”
Socheongeom fell silent. It was the look in Do-hyeong’s eyes as he gazed upon him.
Was it ferocity? Or perhaps burning anger?
No.
He felt nothing of the sort.
A gaze like one observing drifting clouds or a tree.
The eyes of someone looking upon an object rather than a person—and Socheongeom felt an involuntary chill run down his spine.
How could one regard another with such complete indifference?
As bewilderment seized him in that moment.
“Draw your blade.”
Do-hyeong spoke.
“What…?”
“Draw your sword.”
Shing.
Even as he spoke, Do-hyeong drew his own blade.
“From this moment forward.”
And with those words, something began to crystallize within his otherwise hollow voice.
“I will shatter you.”
Whoooosh—!
Formidable energy coiled around Do-hyeong’s blade.

* * *
The reason was nothing particularly significant.
Truly, it was nothing of consequence.
‘A martial artist from the Cheonwol Sect?’
I had simply encountered him because we both ascended the arena.
I knew he shared a connection with my junior.
I also knew that connection was far from pleasant.
‘How unfortunate.’
Mockery laced his voice.
‘I had been anticipating a meeting with that man, yet here I stand facing someone of no renown.’
Even this sarcasm posed no real problem. Such verbal sparring was commonplace on the arena stage, after all.
‘Do-hyeong, you said?’
‘That is correct.’
‘A name I have never heard. Yet Sowoldae, you say? How curious. The Cheonwol Sect’s standards are hardly so low.’
When he seized upon my name, I simply let it pass.
It was merely scratching where there was no itch. Even if he dismissed the Cheonwol Sect, its absolute standards were never low.
The truth was that my own reputation was modest.
Moreover, that was precisely what I had desired.
What struck me as somewhat strange, however,
was what I had heard about Socheongeom—that he was a courteous and affable nobleman.
From my perspective, he was nothing of the sort.
Thus, as I harbored this small doubt and steadied my energy,
‘Do you know anything of Bangseong-yeon?’
He began speaking of my junior.
‘I do.’
‘Is he stronger than you?’
‘He is.’
There was no hesitation in my response. In my eyes, Bangseong-yeon was a stronger existence than myself.
Whether in terms of realm,
or in the steadfast nature of his character.
‘Is that so? Then it is all the more regrettable.’
Socheongeom’s expression crumpled.
Then, as if recalling something, his brow suddenly cleared.
‘No, perhaps this is fortunate after all.’
‘….’
‘I have lived all these days to defeat that worthless man. If I face you as a warm-up beforehand, it is not without merit.’
Twitch.
My eyebrow moved.
I did not mind being dismissed myself. But his description of Bangseong-yeon as worthless—that caught my attention.
So I asked.
‘Do you hold a grudge against Bang Disciple?’
As Do-hyeong posed the question, Socheongeom’s brow furrowed.
‘A grudge? Ha!’
His tone suggested the question itself was absurd.
‘Of course I do.’
‘Why?’
‘Do you not know what that man did to me?’
‘I do know.’
He had heard it was a martial exhibition. A friendly bout held by the Martial Arts Alliance, if memory served.
It was the day Bangseong-yeon defeated Socheongeom and first gained prominence.
Do-hyeong could not fathom what the problem was.
As if to enlighten him, Socheongeom added further words.
‘Everything shattered from that day onward.’
His voice dripped with resentment.
‘From the moment that man humiliated me…! My entire life was ruined.’
His face twisted as though possessed by a demon.
It was utterly vicious.
‘And you ask if I hold a grudge?’
A faint aura flickered across those murderous eyes.
It was killing intent.
Socheongeom’s pupils gleamed with murderous intent.
‘Of course I do. I will destroy that man. This Yongbong Gathering will be my opportunity.’
‘….’
At those words, Do-hyeong’s chest grew cold.
A thought flickered through his mind—mere arrogance from someone like you?
Then heat surged within him.
Warmth rose in his chilled chest.
His heated mind cooled rapidly.
Destroy Bangseong-yeon, he said.
While Do-hyeong was certain this man could never accomplish such a feat.
Something felt wrong.
Thus.
Do-hyeong decided to act upon that instinct.
“You bastard…!!”
Do-hyeong’s sword sheathed in sword force. Seeing this, Socheongeom drew his blade.
Saaaa—!!! Crackle—!!!
A deep azure sword force.
Lightning-swift sword force bearing the Namgung Clan’s distinctive mark.
It crackled and writhed, as though true thunder coiled around it.
Upon that form, a deep and oppressive aura descended.
Is this killing intent?
Socheongeom made no effort to conceal his murderous aura upon the non-combat platform, his emotions laid bare for all to witness.
As Do-hyeong faced the sword force with an unmoved expression.
Whoosh—!!
Socheongeom pointed his blade at Do-hyeong and spoke.
“…So you possess those eyes as well.”
His cheek swelled progressively.
Blood smeared at the corner of his mouth.
With blazing eyes, Socheongeom spoke to Do-hyeong.
“Those azure eyes…!!”
“….”
Do-hyeong had also opened the Wol-an. It was because he had opened it that he could enlist in Sowoldae.
Displeased by such azure eyes, Socheongeom continued to stare at Do-hyeong and cried out.
“Destroy me? You destroy me? Ha—! Did that sudden ambush just now make you think you’ve become something?”
파지지지지직—!!!!!
The sword force intensified further.
At this, Do-hyeong carefully lowered his blade.
And suddenly, he surveyed the spectators.
In that brief moment of observation.
He could discern exceptionally azure eyes from one location.
A young man watching this way, standing beside a woman wearing a veil.
He was watching.
Do-hyeong nodded slightly. Bangseong-yeon’s face bore no trace of worry.
It seemed as though he already possessed certainty that I would win.
It was always like this.
Even when encountering incidents while heading toward Sacheon.
Even when flowing into the Dang Clan and being attacked.
Bangseong-yeon handled matters without any panic or wavering.
Was it because he was strong?
Or because he was the Sword Saint’s Predecessor?
If not that, then was it because he was such a Bangseong-yeon that the Sword Saint chose him?
It was remarkable.
My grandfather had always said to move with composure and silence in all matters.
Thus, I endeavored to reduce my words and suppress emotional fluctuations.
‘How can he be like that?’
To be honest with one’s emotions while controlling them so peacefully—that was something I could not achieve.
Especially not when the other was younger than me.
As if he were a being reborn anew.
Possessing exceptional talent while never ceasing his efforts.
Bangseong-yeon always arrived early for training.
Do-hyeong had always emerged earlier than him, yet he remembered a day when Bangseong-yeon had come out faster than himself.
So Do-hyeong had tried to leave even sooner.
Always appearing with a tired, reluctant expression.
Yet by the end, he performed training of such intensity that he could no longer move.
Looking purely at the intensity itself, Bangseong-yeon’s level might be lower than Do-hyeong’s.
But if asked to endure those countless tedious repetitions, Do-hyeong wondered if he could truly manage it.
He was the one who left early.
Yet Bangseong-yeon was the one who remained far longer.
To the point where one might wonder if he ever slept at all.
Do-hyeong had also extended his training time to match, but it was not easy.
Bangseong-yeon accomplished it every single day.
Something that most could not do even if commanded—yet he did it daily.
‘…What goal does he harbor?’
He wondered if, like himself, perhaps he dreamed of ‘revenge,’ but that did not seem to be it.
It was incomprehensible, yet Bangseong-yeon was achieving it nonetheless.
Crack-!!
I beheld the blade.
Lightning. The form of the Namgung Clan’s sword revealed perfectly what meaning it carried.
“…Destroy? Who destroys whom.”
As Socheongeom’s momentum grew increasingly fierce.
Do-hyeong instead released the power from his own blade.
“I shall destroy you all. And in doing so, I must make that damned bastard understand as well. That I am the one fit to inherit the clan.”
Crash.
Trampling the ground, Socheongeom’s blade came flying.
The sword infused with lightning became a flash of brilliance.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-!!
Like thunder itself, lightning poured down upon Do-hyeong with deafening roar.
Relentlessly.
With footwork that embodied lightning, intense thunder crashed down at the sword’s tip.
As if the previous strike had been nothing but an opening, Socheongeom closed the distance in an instant.
“I will kill you…!”
Attempting to sever Do-hyeong with lightning coiled around his hand.
Clang-!!!
“What?”
In that moment, the lightning was severed.
Do-hyeong’s blade shattered Socheongeom’s sword entirely.
The breaking blade fragments seemed as though thunder itself had been cut.
“No matter how much I think about it. I cannot comprehend this.”
As Socheongeom stared at his fractured blade with widened eyes.
Do-hyeong spoke to Socheongeom in a low voice.
“How could you fail to comprehend this? You dare face one who dwells in the heavens?”
With the words came motion—his hand swept forward.
“You cannot reach him.”
Whoosh—!
Thus Do-hyeong’s blade, moonlike in its brilliance, descended.
“To touch the risen moon, you are far too low.”
Crash—!!!
“Cough… hack…!”
Socheongeom’s chest was cleaved open.

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