The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 211

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 211
쿠아아아아아아아—-!!!!
An enormous torrent of energy sweeps across the Dueling Arena. The vicious rain pouring from the sky crashes down as if to shatter the ground itself, and the resulting shockwave tears through the air pressure.
The power was staggering. An intense momentum that couldn’t possibly come from merely throwing several projectiles.
Just as everyone recoils in shock from that overwhelming firepower.
“I-it’s Manceon Hwau! It’s Manceon Hwau!”
Someone in the audience screams.
“Manceon Hwau…”
“If it’s Manceon Hwau… that’s the Dang Clan’s….”
“Wasn’t that supposed to have disappeared already?”
Manceon Hwau.
The secret technique of the Dang Clan—one could say it was instrumental in making the Dang Clan what it is today.
A deceptively simple yet devastatingly powerful martial art that rains an enormous barrage of projectiles like a storm to bombard an entire area.
It was the secret technique that could maximize the Dang Clan’s strength in warfare, and the power that had instilled fear of the Dang Clan into both orthodox and unorthodox sects alike.
“…Did he restore it?”
After the last Great Martial Tournament, Dokjon had forbidden the use of Manceon Hwau.
Following Dokjon’s death, no one in the Dang Clan used it, and it was known to have become a lost technique.
“Dok-ryong used Manceon Hwau…!”
That great martial art had appeared once more through the hands of the Dang Clan’s bloodline.
“The power is incredible.”
“…So that really was Manceon Hwau.”
The Dueling Arena was in ruins, filled with clouds of dust.
They couldn’t forget the sight of projectiles filling the sky.
The actual number probably wasn’t that many when counted.
But the energy contained in each individual projectile made them appear far larger.
From the perspective of the one facing it, it must have looked as though projectiles were truly filling the entire sky.
Waaaaaa-!
Everyone erupts in cheers at Dang Cheon-il’s killing blow. Having revealed his hidden trump card just when it seemed to be over, such a reaction was only natural.
‘…What?’
Yet in that moment, I stare at the Dueling Arena with a bewildered expression.
‘How did he use it?’
How did that bastard manage to use Manceon Hwau like that?
‘Just yesterday, for sure.’
He was the one struggling and groaning, unable to even properly attempt it, so it was surprising to suddenly see him use Manceon Hwau so effectively.
‘Did he already know how?’
He pretended he couldn’t do it in front of me, but was he actually capable of using it like this all along?
No, that doesn’t make sense. There would have been no reason to do that.
Then what is this? As I stare blankly, unable to comprehend it.
[It’s a stroke of fortune.]
Yoo Cheon-gil explains to me in an intrigued voice.
[You’ve obtained a fortuitous opportunity.]
‘A fortuitous opportunity?’
[What you couldn’t achieve through struggle, you’ve now grasped through sheer will. Not a bad outcome at all.]
I didn’t understand what he meant. I looked at Yoo Cheon-gil with a puzzled expression.
[Do you know what the state of no-self is?]
Fortunately, Yoo Cheon-gil continued to explain.
[It happens occasionally. When one reaches an extreme situation, there’s a critical moment where mind and body become perfectly unified in an instant.]
‘…The state of no-self….’
I understood the concept itself, but what was he getting at?
If he was saying that’s how I became able to use Manceon Hwau, that seemed rather questionable.
[Yes, it’s something difficult to comprehend. That’s why we call it a fortuitous opportunity. Such things happen from time to time, after all.]
What couldn’t be used becomes usable.
One takes a step forward into a realm previously unreachable.
In a situation where limits are reached, the body responds and transforms the impossible into the possible.
That was the state of no-self.
‘So Dang Cheon-il used it.’
It meant Dang Cheon-il had touched that state and awakened.
‘Hmm.’
If it was a decent harvest, then it could be so.
If he managed to use Manceon Hwau, which he couldn’t before, in such a way, it would certainly be a good thing.
[Hmm.]
Even in such circumstances, Yoo Cheon-gil’s gaze wasn’t directed at Dang Cheon-il.
[What a shame.]
Probably Peng Dojun, who had just taken the brunt of Manceon Hwau.
He was looking at him, and as he observed that direction, Yoo Cheon-gil spoke calmly.
[His opponent was unfortunate.]
The moment his quiet voice reached my ears.
후우우우우욱—!!!!
The dust that had been hanging in the air was swept away in an instant.
Boom—!!!
A black pressure surged skyward, pulling the dust with it.
My blurred vision cleared completely, revealing the devastated Dueling Arena.
The ground where the flying blades had struck wasn’t merely embedded—it was gouged deep, creating small craters.
Each individual flying blade contained tremendous power.
It was clear at a glance that he’d taken a serious hit.
“Haha,”
From within that devastation, a young man burst into laughter.
“하하하하하하하—!!!!”
Peng Dojun laughed with his mouth split wide open.
His condition was as ruined as the ground beneath him.
Hidden blades were embedded throughout his body, and blood flowed down in quantities incomparable to before.
As he laughed roughly in that state, more blood erupted from his body.
No matter how I looked at it, he seemed like he should be dead from the pain, yet the man was too busy laughing.
“Ahaha—!! Hahahaha!!!”
He was drunk on madness. At the grotesque sight, the crowd fell silent.
“Haha… Hahahaha hahahaha!!! It’s fun. So fun.”
Pshhh—!
Peng Dojun laughed as he grasped and pulled out the hidden blades embedded in his own body.
Ting—! Ting ting!
A considerable number of blades clattered to the ground as he discarded them.
“You had such techniques hidden away. Ahahaha—! I acknowledge it. My apologies.”
After removing all the blades, Peng Dojun
Shliiing—!
drew the saber from his waist.
“You’re no fool. Dang Cheon-il. I like you.”
Then.
쿠아아아아아아아—!!!!
Energy flowing from Peng Dojun’s feet began to cling to his saber in waves.
Zzzt—!
Watching this, I touched the back of my hand.
‘…That’s impressive.’
How could such momentum be so violent?
He had merely drawn it out, yet Peng Dojun’s Doggang was enough to make one swallow hard just from watching.
‘Cheonmu Jiche.’
The miracle of the Peng Clan and the second-strongest of the Seven Evils.
A prodigy destined to become an absolute master that no one could deny.
Peng Dojun, as if rightfully bearing such titles, radiated his presence with intense brilliance.
Moreover.
‘He only drew his saber after facing Manceon Hwau.’
Peng Dojun, who had been fighting with his fists for so long, only now drew his saber.
‘He’s strong.’
I understood it clearly now.
That he still stands after taking that.
That he only now unleashes such momentum.
And even as I watch this momentum being unleashed.
‘He’s strong.’
Peng Dojun is strong.
Considerably so.
‘So this is what it means to have a bad matchup.’
Even having reached a state of selflessness and mastered Manceon Hwau.
Peng Dojun was overwhelmingly powerful against Dang Cheon-il.
Kuguguung–!!
It was like dark clouds.
Dense black clouds swirled around Peng Dojun alone.
At first glance, it appeared wondrous.
Yet it was equally unsettling.
‘I’ve never seen such thick killing intent before.’
I’ve felt murderous aura in Sichuan, but never anything this dense.
An aura born solely from fixing one’s gaze upon an opponent and the will to crush them.
Peng Dojun’s killing intent was extraordinarily thick and heavy.
‘What exactly is he trying to do with that?’
Just as I wondered why he was releasing such overwhelming power.
[Ha. That man. Surely he’s not going to use that?]
Yoo Cheon-gil reacted as if he recognized what this aura was.
Kuguguung–!!
As the dark clouds grew increasingly dense.
“Consider yourself honored.”
Peng Dojun spoke to the dazed Dang Cheon-il.
“This is something I’ve been saving for Geombong. That monster or others like her.”
Giiing–!!
The moment those words left his lips, the dark clouds stirred.
“I never thought I’d have to use this on you.”
Kurung–! The black aura gathered densely over the Doggang River, growing darker by the moment.
The undulating mass was impossibly dark. Pure blackness devoid of any light.
My gaze was involuntarily drawn to that mesmerizing, engulfing darkness.
“Since I’ve been saving this, I hope you find it to your liking.”
Peng Dojun smiled as he channeled his power.
Kuuuung–!!!
With a single step, the ground shattered beneath him.
Peng Dojun then moved slowly across the Doggang.
[Hahahaha! That bloodbag, using the Black Cloud? Hahahaha! If the Sword God had seen this, he would have been astounded.]
Yoo Cheon-gil burst into laughter watching Peng Dojun.
‘Black Cloud?’
True to its name—a black cloud.
What kind of martial technique was this? What technique could produce such an impossible, overwhelming presence?
My entire focus sharpened with curiosity.
“Hm?”
Abruptly.
Peng Dojun, who had been about to charge forward, suddenly froze.
“….”
Then he stared intently at Dang Cheon-il.
Just as I wondered what was happening.
Whoosh!
All the energy swirling around Peng Dojun’s hands dissipated in an instant.
What?
The crowd around us murmured in confusion.
-Why did he stop?
-What is this? Is he giving up?
When everyone failed to comprehend Peng Dojun’s actions.
[It’s over.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke to me with his arms crossed.
Over? Already?
[Look at the Dang Clan man.]
Following his words, I shifted my gaze to Dang Cheon-il.
Then.
‘Ah.’
I saw it.
The moment I noticed, the Referee suddenly rushed toward Dang Cheon-il.
He examined the standing Dang Cheon-il from every angle, then raised his hand high.
“Peng Dojun of the Peng Clan of Hebei versus Dang Cheon-il of the Sachen Danggwa.”
Yes.
“…Peng Dojun wins.”
Dang Cheon-il had already lost consciousness.
He stood motionless, already stripped of awareness.
Still gripping his hidden blade as if unwilling to end the duel.

* * *
The duel had ended. Leaving the disheveled Dueling Arena behind, Dang Cheon-il was carried down on a stretcher.
I stared quietly at the man being lowered on the stretcher.
“…Look at the state of him.”
His ruined appearance was almost laughable.
His face was a mass of blood, and crimson streamed from his nose, already dried and crusted down to his neck.
It looked like his face would swell up considerably in a moment or two.
I wondered why he’d fought until he ended up in such a mess.
‘He should have just given up midway.’
Once Peng Dojun had identified his weakness, there was no hope.
The duel was already as good as over.
‘Why did he try so hard?’
What had Dang Cheon-il been fighting for with such determination?
Unable to comprehend it, I scratched my cheek.
“Hmm….”
As I continued to gaze silently at Dang Cheon-il.
“Hey.”
Someone called out to me. Turning around, a young man with a massive frame—Peng Dojun—had approached.
‘…This man’s condition is just as bad.’
Peng Dojun’s state wasn’t particularly good either.
Though he’d stemmed the bleeding from where the hidden blade had pierced him, his gaunt face showed he’d lost considerable blood.
With exhaustion written plainly across him, I stared at him intently.
Peng Dojun smiled broadly, looking not at me but at Dang Cheon-il, and spoke.
“When that guy wakes up, tell him it was fun.”
“….”
“It wasn’t bad. And I’m looking forward to a duel with you as well.”
With those words, he waved his large hand and disappeared.
Didn’t this man feel any pain?
In any case, Martial Artists as a breed were utterly incomprehensible to me.
From the beginning.
Even now.
“….”
I turned my head to look at Dang Cheon-il.
“Hmm….”
And I touched my chest with my hand.
Was it an illusion? I felt a slight warmth rising within me.
I scratched my cheek once more.
[Why does your expression look like that?]
Yoo Cheon-gil asked.
[What are you thinking about that your face looks that way?]
What’s wrong with my face right now that he’s looking at me like that?
What am I thinking about?
“…It’s nothing much.”
Yes, it really was nothing much.
“Just.”
Just.
“I thought I’d try putting in a bit more effort.”
[…!]
Seeing Dang Cheon-il, I figured it wouldn’t be bad to put in a bit more effort.
That was all it was, but upon hearing my words, Yoo Cheon-gil smiled at me with an odd expression.
A smile as if he’d known this would happen.
I found that smile inexplicably irritating.

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