The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 214

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 214
The Five Kings of All Under Heaven.
Five monsters who dominate the Central Plains.
They were formidable in strength, but the title referred to those whose honor and renown transcended mere martial prowess. When they moved, the forces behind them would simultaneously mobilize, and war could easily erupt as a result.
People bestowed upon them the title of “King” for their power, influence, and prestige combined.
And among such figures.
There existed a man called the Baekwang.
The Lord of the Clan of Moyong, one of the Five Great Houses, and the man who held the seat of Baekwang.
Muyong Hyeok of the Moyong Clan answered his daughter’s question.
“I’m not sure.”
An ambiguous response, yet Muyong Hyeok’s eyes as he spoke were grave and heavy.
Snow-white robes and skin to match. His cold, frigid gaze made those around him unconsciously wary without knowing why.
He was truly a figure of overwhelming presence.
“Hmm.”
He rested his chin in his hand, staring intently at the Dueling Arena.
In that moment.
Clang—! Clang clang—!!!
A sharp vibration rang out, accompanied by the sound of clashing blades.
Naelyong, the prodigy of the Namgung Clan clad in thunder armor, unleashed relentless offensives.
His opponent, Bangseong-yeon, was busy doing nothing but receiving the Namgung Clan’s blade strike after strike. Only the harsh sound of sword meeting sword echoed forth.
Moreover.
“…He’s being pushed back?”
“No matter how I look at it, Naelyong’s level seems higher.”
The spectators narrowed their eyes watching the duel. The situation was peculiar. Since the duel began, Naelyong had been relentlessly pressing his offense, but Bangseong-yeon had not.
He was busy defending against the continuous attacks and couldn’t even counterattack. Even those unfamiliar with combat could see that Bangseong-yeon was being overwhelmed.
Thus, disappointed reactions were beginning to echo from various places when.
“Does the Lord of the Clan see it that way too?”
The Veiled Figure, Muyong Youngsoon, called the most beautiful in Yeolyeong, asked again while looking at her father, the Baekwang.
“Yes.”
Upon hearing those words, the Baekwang gazed intently at the duel.
Clang—! Clang clang—!!
From the sound and movements alone, it was evident. He was already losing in raw power. He couldn’t fully receive the blade and was constantly being pushed back, and the difference in internal energy was severe.
The moment he fully received a strike, the sword would shatter and Bangseong-yeon would inevitably drop his blade or be forced back.
In other words, it meant the difference in realm was extreme.
“I’m not sure.”
This time too, the Baekwang’s response was the same.
An ambiguous answer even to what was clearly evident.
Hearing this, Muyong Youngsoon felt not frustration but rather smiled.
‘I’m not sure, is it.’
It wasn’t bad. Her father’s sharp response was actually a good sign.
“….”
Whether or not Baekwang noticed his daughter’s attitude, he never once shifted his gaze, keeping his eyes fixed solely on the Dueling Arena.
Among all the combatants, his focus remained on Bangseong-yeon, who thrashed desperately against his opponent.
Ssshhh.
A calm smile spread across his face.
It was an expression that carried something deeply unsettling.

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Rumble–!!!
Thunder crashes. Lightning continues to wail across the clear sky. The sword energy that Namgung Cheon unleashes is exactly that, and the armor he wears shines brighter than anyone else’s.
The secret technique and forbidden art of the Namgung Clan.
The Spear-Sky Unobstructed Sword and the Sovereign Sword Form.
Furthermore, the thunder armor that wraps around his body, emanated through his unique internal cultivation.
The distinctive aura that defines the Namgung Clan was fully embodied within Namgung Cheon.
Whoosh–!!!
Rumble–!!!
Speed builds with each slash. The thunder aura wrapped around him is plainly visible, making each sword strike extraordinarily swift.
The fact that thunder sounds only after the blade moves means Namgung Cheon’s sword is that fast.
Rumble-!!!
Three sword strikes in a single thunderclap.
Namgung Cheon was fully displaying every talent and advantage he possessed.
Faster than anyone else.
Yet not relying on speed alone.
He operated his body with near-perfect precision, driving his opponent into an increasingly desperate corner.
Everyone watching could clearly see this. This fight belonged to Namgung Cheon.
But.
‘What is this?’
As Namgung Cheon swung his blade, with each strike he felt something strange.
Clang-!
His sword was blocked. It didn’t matter. If it was blocked, he would simply break through.
He was confident in his speed. His blade was strong.
Clang-! Clang-!
So he continued swinging. A sword wrapped in thunder aura was never weak.
Like relentless lightning striking down, fast and decisive. And precise.
Namgung Cheon continued to thrust his blade, seeking out his opponent’s openings.
Clang-!
‘This time too.’
Clang-!
‘…This time too.’
With each attack, his eyes narrowed further.
‘Why isn’t it getting through?’
Despite the relentless barrage, my attacks aren’t landing on my opponent. How many times have I swung already?
I’ve lost count. Given the speed, it must be a considerable number.
‘Not once.’
Not a single strike has connected. Well, one did—just the first attack seemed to deliver a meaningful impact.
‘But not since then.’
Since Namgung Cheon’s initial blade strike, nothing has gotten through to Bangseong-yeon.
“Ugh!”
Clang—!
The metallic ring echoes. The blade bounces back. But it wasn’t Namgung Cheon’s sword that rang out.
It was the sound from Bangseong-yeon’s blade.
Each time he parried, his face contorted as if in agony.
He couldn’t bear the weight. Unable to fully absorb my full strength, he showed clear signs of instability, and I could see his arms trembling as they reached their limit.
‘…How is he holding on?’
That trembling, that instability—it’s the same as before.
But.
‘He keeps blocking.’
In the end, he blocks them all. Countless attacks are ultimately repelled.
Clang—!
The blade bounces back again.
Crackle—!
Lightning energy created debris. Seeing this, Namgung Cheon suddenly increased the distance between them.
“…”
Flick.
He shook his sword to clear it.
Crackle-crackle.
The energy on the blade dissipates slightly. Maintaining his lightning armor, Namgung Cheon stared at Bangseong-yeon.
“What is this?”
He asked, unable to comprehend.
Bangseong-yeon, catching his breath as if exhausted, responded.
“…Pardon?”
“…I don’t understand. How is this even possible?”
“What do you mean…?”
“How are you blocking everything?”
How could Bangseong-yeon possibly block so many strikes?
No matter how I think about it, I can’t comprehend it. So I asked.
“…I don’t think you’re pretending to be weak. Yet I still can’t understand how you keep blocking. My strikes are all visible, but that should be separate from your ability to defend. How can you continue to block?”
“Are you really asking that in the middle of our duel?”
Finding it absurd that he would ask this while they were in the midst of combat, Bangseong-yeon let out a bewildered laugh.
“Ah, I’m the type of person who needs to satisfy my curiosity before I leave…Haha. It’s fine if you won’t tell me.”
I can simply go back in.
Just as Naelyong was about to raise his sword energy again with that thought.
“It’s nothing special.”
Bangseong-yeon speaks.
“I just needed to know beforehand.”
“…Hm?”
Know beforehand? At those words, Namgung Cheon narrows his eyes. What does that mean?
His confusion deepens. As if waiting for this, Bangseong-yeon continues.
“What I see is correct, but it seemed I couldn’t block it with just what I could see. So I studied a bit.”
“…Studied?”
“Ah, it’s really nothing special.”
Whoosh.
Bangseong-yeon exhales deeply and brushes off his sword.
The brilliantly radiant light vanishes in an instant.
“I watched how you fought for a bit. While watching that, I studied a little. And then I started to understand.”
“…What?”
What? Studied by watching the fight?
What kind of insane nonsense is this?
When did he even see that…?
“…!”
Namgung Cheon’s eyes suddenly widen as he thinks.
Could it be.
“…Are you talking about the second trial?”
That time when all the disciples were thrown onto the mountain and made to fight.
Bangseong-yeon had only watched while Namgung Cheon alone fought.
The day he had battled against nearly twenty people.
‘Could it be that day?’
If he watched a fight, it could only be that day.
Though Namgung Cheon recalls this, he cannot believe it.
“That’s absurd.”
No matter how many people he fought, what could he possibly understand from merely watching that?
“Most of the duels were mere instants, and back then….”
He hadn’t even worn armor, and his speed and strength were different.
Yet he claims to have grasped all of his movements and predicted them from watching that?
“Don’t exaggerate things beyond reason.”
This was nothing but mockery. Realizing this, Namgung Cheon expresses his displeasure.
“It doesn’t matter whether you believe me or not.”
Bangseong-yeon pays no mind to Namgung Cheon’s reaction.
“If you don’t believe me, that’s easier for me anyway.”
Pat pat.
I pivot my body, moving my blade slightly.
“Will you come again?”
“….”
Rather than answer, Namgung Cheon raised his sword energy once more upon hearing those words.
Could that statement possibly be true?
I don’t know. If I don’t know, then I should simply verify it.
Crackle-!!
Thunder roars as Namgung Cheon’s body rushes toward Bangseong-yeon.
I thrust my blade forward, intending to cleave through his chest—
“Upper left.”
Clang-!
“…!”
It’s blocked. Just like before. The only difference is that Bangseong-yeon blocked it while speaking.
‘What?’
My eyes widen. But I don’t stop my movements.
Then.
“One step forward, attack from the right? No, a feint. The real target is the legs.”
Thwack-!
I evade the blade and block Namgung Cheon’s leg technique with my other hand. Then I spin my body and dodge the next attack as well.
‘What is this.’
Namgung Cheon’s pupils tremble.
Even after that, Bangseong-yeon continued to speak while blocking every single one of Namgung Cheon’s attacks.
It was the same as before. A repetition of barely blocking. Simultaneously, the strain was identical.
‘This man.’
Is he serious?
Does he truly predict all my movements from just those fights during the secondary examination? How is that even possible?
It makes no sense. By Namgung Cheon’s understanding, such a thing shouldn’t exist.
But.
‘He’s actually pulling it off.’
He was demonstrating the reality right before me.
So even with insufficient power, if he can anticipate the movements beforehand, he can block like this.
‘This is absurd.’
It was impossible. How could such a thing be possible?
Whether I employ feints or attack with orthodox technique, everything is blocked.
Namgung Cheon felt goosebumps rise across his back at the sight of Bangseong-yeon.
‘The Protagonist.’
Though it differs entirely from what I expected, if what Bangseong-yeon said is true, then he is undoubtedly a monster regardless.
I don’t know what he saw in me during that brief moment.
Does some habit exist? Or did he discover something within the repeated movements?
Regardless, one thing remains certain—Bangseong-yeon has grasped it.
‘Ha.’
Namgung Cheon laughed.
“You’re insane.”
And he spoke aloud.
Kuuurrrung-!!!
I channeled power into my Thunder Armor.
My sword force grew even more formidable.
I had already discerned Bangseong-yeon’s nature.
So what should I do? In truth, I could simply overwhelm him as I am now.
After all, my strength and energy surpass his, so victory would be assured if I continued this way.
‘With something like that…’
Could I be satisfied?
No.
Namgung Cheon shook his head inwardly.
If I were to claim victory that way, I wouldn’t have even started this duel.
Then what should I do?
‘What indeed.’
If he can predict my moves, I simply need to act unpredictably.
Namgung Cheon’s mind raced. I grasped my own movements in an instant.
I analyzed each one completely.
Namgung Cheon was a genius. I could perceive it all in this fleeting moment.
Just as Heuk Taedo had done.
Thus, the moment Naelyong was about to attempt an attack while correcting his habitual patterns.
“Yes.”
Bangseong-yeon spoke.
“I knew you would do that.”
“What?”
Namgung Cheon reacted to those words.
Clang-!
“…!!”
My sword was knocked away.
It was Namgung Cheon’s blade.
The moment my attack was completely blocked.
“I believed you would be a genius.”
Bangseong-yeon spoke as if he had known all along.

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