The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 203

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 203
Whoooosh—
No sound could be heard. There were no cheers that typically followed the end of a martial bout, no murmurs of conversation.
A deathly, suffocating silence.
It alone enveloped the arena.
As this bitter quiet began to fade—
“This can’t be real.”
“It… it ended like this?”
Everyone released the shock they had been holding back.
The martial bout that had just concluded.
These were the reactions born from its result.
“Wol Muhui lost?”
“No, how is that even possible?”
“…This is absurd…”
The progression and outcome of the bout were utterly contradictory.
“Wol Muhui was clearly dominating.”
From the start of the match, she had never been pushed back once.
Wol Muhui demonstrated her superiority over the Seven Pillars, continuously unleashing powerful and refined energy.
The delicate control of her qi moved like a dance, leaving everyone unable to help but marvel.
Wol Muhui.
She had been effortlessly proving the worth of her legendary name.
Yet the result—
“Wol Muhui defeated.”
It ended with Cheonhye-in’s defeat. No one accepted such an outcome.
“She suddenly fell.”
“…What in the world…”
During the bout, Cheonhye-in had collapsed. She simply crumpled to the ground without warning.
Her opponent immediately brought a blade to her throat, and the match ended.
“What is this!”
“What kind of miracle is this…!”
By all accounts, Cheonhye-in should have won, yet the bout ended in an absurd fashion.
Though everyone refused to accept it, the result was what it was.
“Haha… haha…”
The one who had seized this victory.
Baekcheon-in smiled awkwardly, gazing at Cheonhye-in.
His expression seemed to suggest that even he didn’t understand what had happened.
As jeers threatened to erupt, Baekcheon-in laughed while looking at Cheonhye-in.
“Well… I have no idea what just happened either.”
“…”
Words admitting he himself had no comprehension whatsoever.
Upon hearing this, fury ignited in Cheonhye-in’s eyes.
“You…!!”
She gritted her teeth and seized her sword.
“Hieek-!”
“How dare you mock me like this…!?”
She lunged toward Baekcheon-in, but he recoiled in shock, stumbling backward.
The audacity.
To ridicule me in such a manner? In that instant of overwhelming rage, Cheonhye-in charged forward.
“Enough.”
Crack—!
“…!!”
Cheonhye-in’s wrist was caught by the Referee’s hand.
“That will suffice.”
No matter how much force Cheonhye-in exerted, the Referee did not yield.
He was no ordinary man.
The Referee for the Dragon Phoenix Assembly had to be capable of subduing opponents in such situations, so they were invariably figures of at least Vice-Leader caliber.
“…Grrrr.”
Cheonhye-in ground her teeth, glaring daggers at Baekcheon-in.
“Ah, dear me…. Young lady, please calm yourself for a moment….”
“…This disrespect, I will never forget it.”
“The match is concluded. Step down.”
At the Referee’s words, Cheonhye-in released her tension. Only then did the Referee release the hand he had been holding.
Cheonhye-in spun around and descended from the arena.
Her expression radiated irritation and fury.
Perhaps because of that.
“…The match certainly ended strangely, but her attitude was disappointing.”
“Indeed.”
Immediately after the match concluded, unfavorable murmurs arose regarding Cheonhye-in’s attempt to charge at Baekcheon-in.
“It was her own mistake.”
“Not a pleasant sight.”
To the spectators, it appeared that Cheonhye-in had simply tripped over her own feet.
Thus Baekcheon-in had achieved victory.
And Cheonhye-in, unable to accept this, had charged at Baekcheon-in—or so it seemed.
‘…But that wasn’t the case?’
I knew through Yoo Cheon-gil that it was not so.
[…Tsk.]
Yoo Cheon-gil ground his teeth briefly before continuing.
[In that fleeting instant, he struck her chin. Just enough to make her legs give way. And he acted as though it were mere chance.]
He struck her chin while appearing to dodge.
That became the cause of his victory.
It seemed to be a form meant to assert something.
Such was Baekcheon-in’s martial display.
‘…Baekcheon-in.’
Watching the young man move about with an awkward expression, I narrowed my eyes.
‘What is this man doing?’
He was said to be from the Demonic Cult.
The place that vanished with the Celestial Demon’s death.
Yoo Cheon-gil, who was the League Leader, killed the Celestial Demon, and the Martial Arts Alliance stepped forward to exterminate the Demonic Cult.
The peace of the Central Plains was being maintained that way.
‘They’ve appeared again.’
If Yoo Cheon-gil was right, and Baekcheon-in truly was a member of the Demonic Cult.
Then their appearance now was questionable.
‘For what purpose?’
Was it to continue the Demonic Cult’s dominion that the Celestial Demon once sought to achieve?
Had they infiltrated this place under such a guise for that reason?
‘…Ominous.’
No matter what I considered, nothing felt right. A chill continuously crept up the back of my neck.
Ah, no matter how I think about it, this doesn’t feel good.
‘…Tsk.’
What should I do?
‘I’ve taken immediate precautions, at least.’
But whether it would actually work was uncertain.
‘The measures are far too superficial, after all.’
I couldn’t even trust them myself, despite having set them in place.
As I continued to cycle through worry and deliberation.
“….”
My body went rigid.
Because Baekcheon-in, who had finished his martial display and was descending, was looking directly at me.
Even from that distance, our eyes met. The moment they did, he grinned widely and waved his hand.
He was greeting me, so I moved my hand in return.
‘…Ominous man.’
My thoughts about him remained unchanged—decidedly unfavorable.

* * *
All the matches had concluded.
The main tournament matches were over, yet the fervor had not yet dissipated.
At that moment, we gathered at the inn for dinner.
“Senior, you’ve worked hard.”
Cheon Euijin opened his mouth with exhaustion written all over his face.
Do-hyeong nodded at his words.
“Yes. You worked hard too.”
“No, sir…”
At Do-hyeong’s words, Cheon Euijin smiled bitterly.
Incidentally, Cheon Euijin had also won his match.
However.
‘It was close.’
Whether his opponent was strong or not, Cheon Euijin’s victory came down to the narrowest of margins.
Ah, Dok-ryong won as well.
Since he was a Seventh-Rank Master, he wouldn’t lose unless he faced some bizarre opponent.
I had to admit that a Seventh-Rank Master truly lived up to the title.
“Why are you looking at me like that…?”
Dang Cheon-il, noticing my gaze, looked at me with a puzzled expression.
“You’re impressive.”
“…”
When I spoke sincerely, he only frowned deeper.
Look at this guy.
“You don’t believe me?”
“No, sir… I believe you.”
“You believe me? No, you don’t, right? Huh?”
“No, sir.”
Anyone could see he didn’t believe me. How absurd. I even gave him praise I rarely offer, and this is how he receives it?
Sigh.
‘I won’t do it again.’
Tsk.
I clicked my tongue and turned my head. Then I noticed the empty seat and asked.
“Heavenly Supreme.”
“Yes, Bang Disciple.”
“The Heavenly Supreme is not eating?”
“Ah…”
It was a question about Cheonhye-in. As soon as the matches ended, she had locked herself in her room and hadn’t come out.
Cheon Euijin, hearing the question, smiled awkwardly and replied to me.
“…Yes. It seems she doesn’t intend to eat.”
“Is that so?”
Then there’s nothing I can do about it.
I nodded as if accepting the situation.
‘This is something I didn’t anticipate either.’
At the very least, I thought Wol Muhui wouldn’t lose right now.
If Cheon Euijin and Do-hyeong lost, then they lost.
But I never imagined Cheonhye-in would be defeated.
‘…Things have gotten complicated.’
The most unlikely scenario had unfolded before my eyes.
My head was pounding because of it.
‘Tsk.’
I suspected something would happen.
But who could have predicted something this absurd would occur?
Just as I was letting out a deep sigh.
-Don’t mess with me–!!!
Crash—bang—!
A loud noise erupted from one side.
What? I turned my head slightly to look.
‘Huh?’
A familiar face was flipping over a table.
It was Socheongeom, the young man with bandages wrapped around his upper body.
What was he throwing a fit about now?
As I watched with bewilderment.
“Don’t mess with me…. You’re telling me…. to return to the Sochung clan?”
“Brother…. There are many eyes watching, so please calm down…. Kyaak!”
Socheongeom shoved the woman who was trying to stop him.
It was Namgung Hyeon, his sister.
“Let go! What does it matter what people see! You wretched bastards…!!”
He began venting his fury at the members of his clan, grinding his teeth.
“Return to the clan? If I go back like this, how can I face the Lord of the Clan! Don’t mess with me!! I didn’t lose!”
‘Oh.’
Could anyone be this pathetic?
If he’d lost, he should have just kept his mouth shut and left, but the sight of him raging so intensely was utterly ridiculous.
‘Wow.’
That family’s situation is quite something.
I scratched my ear and rolled my eyes.
‘Where is Naelyong?’
Last time I saw him, it seemed Naelyong handled situations like this on his own.
He was nowhere to be seen. What a shame.
So just as I was about to ignore it and eat instead.
“놓으라고 했잖아—!!! 이 망할 년이.”
Crack—!
With a harsh sound, Namgung Hyeon’s cheek snapped to the side.
Socheongeom had struck her across the face.
Hearing that, I stopped the chopsticks I’d been holding.
“….”
I turned to look at them with a slightly displeased expression.
The sound had been so loud that others turned to look as well.
However, it was clear they had no intention of interfering—after all, it was a Namgung family matter.
Family business, above all.
The problem was.
“Yeah, you’re a problem too. You were always a problem.”
When I saw his reaction, something felt off about Socheongeom.
“If you’d just done your job properly, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”
“Brother…?”
“Damn it.”
An incomprehensible rage filled his eyes.
And those eyes turned toward Namgung Hyeon.
Just as I thought this was getting dangerous.
“Ah…. Ah ah….”
Namgung Hyeon glanced around with a panicked expression.
It looked like she was seeking help, but everyone was busy avoiding her gaze.
Then her eyes turned toward me.
Our eyes met. Namgung Hyeon’s trembling pupils fixed on me.
Honestly, I should have looked away too.
But I didn’t.
In that brief moment of eye contact, Namgung Hyeon’s lips moved.
-Please.
That’s what she said.
‘Ah.’
Damn it.
The moment I heard that.
[Huh? You should help.]
My body reacted on its own.
“You ruined everything….”
Just as Socheongeom, holding a chair, was about to approach Namgung Hyeon.
“Have some shame, for heaven’s sake.”
Whack—!
“Ugh!”
I closed the distance and kicked Socheongeom in the ribs.
Crash—!!!
The sudden impact sent Socheongeom’s body rolling across the floor.
He crashed haphazardly into chairs and tables, scattering them as he fell.
‘Damn it.’
Right after the deed was done, I grimaced with the realization that I’d caused a scene.
I shouldn’t have stepped in.
Now I’d lost all dignity myself.
[아하하하하하하하하—!!!!]
Yoo Cheon-gil’s laughter echoed through the air.
[Kuhaha–! Hahaha…!! Hahahaha!!!]
He laughed without pause, as if finding it endlessly amusing.
“Kh… gasp….”
Socheongeom clutched his chest where he was injured, struggling to his feet.
Saliva dripped from his mouth.
Along with it, fury streamed from his eyes like tears.
“You… you bastard….”
His state became increasingly violent once he recognized me.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him.
“Why are you causing a scene in a restaurant and ruining everyone’s appetite? I told you before.”
It was strange, really. Once, the mere sight of him terrified me.
“Don’t go around showing your lack of manners.”
Now, Socheongeom didn’t frighten me in the slightest.

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