The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 219

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 219
A deep, resonant roar echoes forth.
Tremendous pressure spreads across the entire medical pavilion.
Those standing nearby suddenly spit blood from the overwhelming force.
‘Cough!’
My body trembles under the pressure. The pain intensifies because of it.
This is getting ridiculous.
As dizziness threatens to overwhelm me, I grip my shoulders.
“…What?”
Among everyone present, Heuk Taedo was the most shocked. When tremendous pressure suddenly crashed down upon him, his eyes snapped wide open.
But that wasn’t the only problem.
“What did you just say?”
Baekwang was already moving.
He closed the distance to Heuk Taedo’s face in an instant, extending his hand.
Heuk Taedo immediately moved to respond.
He reacted swiftly, trying to defend himself by any means.
Crack!
But Baekwang’s hand had already seized Heuk Taedo’s wrist.
‘So fast.’
Fast and powerful. The being known as an absolute master effortlessly captured Heuk Taedo, who possessed the Cheonmu Jiche.
“I asked you. What did you just say? How dare you.”
The atmosphere continued to deteriorate. It seemed certain that disaster would strike. I was about to speak in alarm when—
“…Father…!”
Muyong Youngsoon cried out sharply. At her voice, Baekwang’s hand turned rigid as stone.
“Everyone is watching. Please don’t do this.”
Muyong Youngsoon spoke to Baekwang with ragged breath, and he glanced toward her.
His cold eyes remained unchanged, but the pressure radiating from him dissipated in an instant.
“My apologies.”
His voice was utterly indifferent, as if he weren’t sorry at all. Yet I knew the truth—Baekwang’s apology was sincere.
The energy faded, and the killing intent that had filled the medical pavilion vanished. In the moment Baekwang released Heuk Taedo’s hand—
“Gasp!”
Heuk Taedo exhaled the breath he’d been holding. His face was drenched in cold sweat.
“Hahaha! Well, well.”
Whether he realized how close he’d come to death or not, Heuk Taedo burst into laughter.
“I never expected to meet such an esteemed person in this place.”
He clasped his fists in a formal salute and bowed his head to Baekwang.
“I am Peng Dojun of the Peng Clan. It is an honor to meet the great Baekwang.”
His posture was impeccable. Gone was his usual reckless demeanor, and I was somewhat surprised by Peng Dojun’s unexpected composure….
“Since we’ve met, I must ask—give me your daughter.”
Predictable, yet this bastard was truly insane.
‘Wow.’
I never imagined he’d actually say something like that right to their faces.
“….”
Baekwang’s face hardened as he heard the words. His expression showed he hadn’t properly understood what was just said.
And yet.
“…What the hell is this madman saying?”
Muyong Youngsoon’s reaction was no different. Her expression was quite a sight.
“What exactly did that man just say?”
“…You heard it all.”
There was no way Muyong Youngsoon, with her keen ears, hadn’t heard it. Asking me wouldn’t change anything.
“…You.”
“At this level, there should be no problem in taking your precious daughter. For I shall become the Heavenly Supreme.”
“….”
“I am well aware that Moryong Sojeo is a noble woman of the realm. Would it not be fitting for a man worthy of her to claim her hand?”
Heuk Taedo spoke while looking toward me.
What? Why is he looking at me?
The moment our eyes met and I showed a displeased expression.
“Hmm?”
Muyong Youngsoon looked back and forth between me and Heuk Taedo.
Then, not long after, her eyes widened.
“Ah. That gentleman…. It’s Peng Dojun, isn’t it?”
“You didn’t know?”
“I haven’t been paying attention to other people, so I didn’t recognize him.”
“….”
It was a confident statement. He was distinctive enough that it would be strange to forget him.
Yet Muyong Youngsoon hadn’t even remembered Heuk Taedo.
‘But why is he acting like that.’
Still, Heuk Taedo couldn’t take his eyes off Muyong Youngsoon.
And in the midst of it, the fact that he was also looking at me irritated me.
“It seems Dao Jie Peng Wusung hasn’t been passionate about his son’s education.”
Baekwang’s chilling voice was heard.
Dao Jie Peng Wusung.
It referred to the current Lord of the Clan of Hebei Peng Clan.
“To be so arrogant before me. It’s ridiculous.”
Dao Jie Peng Wusung. Even mentioning such an absolute master, there was no hesitation in his tone.
Given Baekwang’s existence, it was entirely possible.
“Should I correct his manners?”
Baekwang’s voice was filled with palpable anger.
However.
“If you would bestow your teachings, I shall engrave them deeply.”
Heuk Taedo smiles without fear at Baekwang’s attitude.
The man is insane.
‘Truly insane.’
A massive blade rests against the nape of my neck.
Yet he carries himself with such audacity—it was almost remarkable.
‘Moreover.’
I found it even more fascinating knowing that his method might actually work.
“Ha.”
Baekwang lets out a hollow laugh.
“Your spirit shows promise. I’ll let it slide this once.”
And just as I anticipated, he cooled the hostility he’d directed at Heuk Taedo.
It had always been this way.
‘That man is surprisingly lenient with those of strong spirit.’
Baekwang favored the bold.
Despite his own nature being nothing like that.
And I already knew this from experience.
‘I won’t do it.’
‘Then I’ll kill you.’
‘Kill me then. I still won’t.’
‘Ha.’
“….”
An unpleasant old conversation flashes through my mind. I deliberately ignore it and assess the situation.
“…Hmm….”
Heuk Taedo showed a look of disappointment at the diminished intensity.
Is something truly broken in that man’s head? He’s disappointed by this?
“However.”
Baekwang speaks while observing Heuk Taedo.
“There is no second chance, you worm.”
Screeeeeech–!!
“Ugh…!”
An intensity incomparably greater than before erupts from Baekwang.
The aura of an absolute master. The entire arena trembled from the sheer force.
“Do not dare speak lightly of my daughter. I will erase you along with the Peng Clan.”
“…Gasp….”
Despite mentioning the Peng Clan so boldly, there is no hesitation in his demeanor.
Crude and fanatical emotion and tone. Baekwang’s eyes were more terrifying than anything else.
Heuk Taedo, who had endured the pressure for a long while, opens his mouth with veins bulging across his face.
“…I will… remember.”
“….”
Whoosh-!
Only after hearing the answer did Baekwang release his killing intent.
“Cough….”
Peng Dojun dropped to one knee.
And then.
Blood trickled down.
Blood flowed from the upper body of the fallen man. The wound he’d received from Dok-ryong had reopened.
“Ahahaha.”
Despite the pain that must have arrived, Heuk Taedo laughed.
Now it was beyond fear—an emotion I couldn’t even name.
‘A monster of a man….’
Reminding myself once more, I absolutely did not want to become entangled with him.
‘Sigh.’
So as I exhaled a sigh and shook my head.
“Hmm.”
Muyong Youngsoon made a sound and moved. Wait.
“Hold on.”
That sound just now. A bad premonition washed over me. Whenever Youngsoon made that expression, she always caused some absolutely ridiculous trouble.
“Wait… Ugh!”
I tried to grab Muyong Youngsoon, but a sharp pain seized my body. Damn it, of all times for an episode to strike now.
As I clutched my chest and coughed, Muyong Youngsoon reached the kneeling Heuk Taedo.
“Young Master Peng.”
“…Oh…!”
Peng Dojun’s eyes widened as he saw Muyong Youngsoon before him.
“It’s been a while. My beautiful… no, Moryong Sojeo.”
Fortunately, having just been scolded, he corrected his form of address.
“You remain as beautiful as ever.”
“Well, I’m always like this. But you see.”
Muyong Youngsoon met his gaze and asked with a smile.
“Do you like me, Young Master?”
“I do. Since we’re on the subject, what do you think of a betrothal?”
“…That.”
I was momentarily flustered by his swift words.
But she quickly recovered her expression.
“Did you say this before as well?”
“Oh, you remember? That’s right. I said the same thing back then.”
“Ah yes… That’s right. I remember.”
A lie. Her expression showed she didn’t remember at all.
“Back then, how did I refuse you?”
There was confidence in her words that she had indeed refused.
“Did I say I disliked you for being ignorant?”
“…Ah….”
Muyong Youngsoon nods at Peng Dojun’s words. Her expression showed understanding.
“I was a bit harsh with my words.”
“Not at all. A man’s true nature cannot be discerned so quickly, after all.”
“…Yes… that’s true.”
Yet I could see her affection cooling in real time.
Was that really okay?
Just as I began to feel slightly concerned.
“Very well. I accept the engagement.”
“…!”
“Huh?”
“What?”
Three people react simultaneously to Muyong Youngsoon’s words.
Baekwang froze with his mouth slightly agape.
I furrowed my brow as if I had misheard.
Heuk Taedo gazed at Muyong Youngsoon with bright eyes.
“An engagement. I’ll consider it. However, there is one condition.”
“Oh, what might that be? I shall grant you anything.”
At Heuk Taedo’s words, Muyong Youngsoon points to something with her fingertip.
It was me.
“Defeat that person and come back.”
“….”
At her words, I wiped my forehead with my hand.
‘So that’s what she meant.’
Just as my ominous premonition had warned, something ridiculous had unfolded.
“That is my condition.”
Muyong Youngsoon spoke with a faint smile.
“I see.”
Heuk Taedo’s smile vanished in an instant as he looked at me.
Then.
A grin spread across his face.
A smile incomparably more sinister than the one he had worn moments before, he spoke.
“That won’t be difficult.”
“….”
Seeing that smile, I was reminded of my earlier premonition.

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Immediately after the situation erupted.
Muyong Youngsoon left Heuk Taedo and dragged her father, who had gone rigid as stone, out of the medical tent.
After that, Heuk Taedo simply told me to rely on him before vanishing.
I dragged Dok-ryong, who stood dazed by the rapidly unfolding events, out with me as well.
“Ugh.”
I took my first steps with a body still wracked with pain.
I was dying, truly.
My body was in such a wretched state that I would have preferred to remain in bed longer, but circumstances didn’t allow it.
‘How could I possibly stay in that atmosphere.’
The typhoon created by Baekwang and Heuk Taedo.
I had no confidence in weathering it alone.
Hani, I had no choice but to venture outside with my aching body.
‘How did Baekwang even end up here.’
Muyong Youngsoon came along with Baekwang, who claimed to have followed Father.
It was an unexpected reunion, to say the least.
‘What exactly has Father been doing all this time?’
What could he possibly be involved in that would make Baekwang leave his territory of Yeolyeong and come all the way to Hannam.
And Muyong Youngsoon didn’t even attend the Dragon Phoenix Assembly.
‘I really need to run away soon.’
I couldn’t predict what kind of trouble I’d get caught up in under that man.
Just as my determination to escape grew stronger with each passing moment.
“…Are you truly alright?”
Dok-ryong spoke to me from behind.
“What?”
“Your condition. You’re not well, yet you’re moving about.”
“…What?”
I looked at Dok-ryong with disgust at those words.
“Why are you suddenly showing concern that doesn’t suit you?”
“Sir?”
“Ah, I see what this is.”
I figured it out immediately.
“Manceon Hwau. Now that you can use it, you think if you perform well I’ll teach you more, don’t you? Fat chance. Just because you do that, I’m not going to…”
“…Manceon Hwau?”
“Huh?”
“Did I use Manceon Hwau?”
“…”
“…?”
Something felt off.
“Hey.”
“Yes.”
“You don’t remember?”
“…Yes?”
Ah, I see. This man doesn’t seem to remember.
According to Yoo Cheon-gil, he had entered a state of oblivion during the match.
It appeared he had no recollection whatsoever of what he had done in the duel.
“…Hmm…. No.”
Thinking it best not to mention it, I turned my head away.
“Wait! Just a moment—did I really use Manceon Hwau?”
Dok-ryong urgently grabbed hold of me.
“Ugh! Let go! I don’t know either! You can figure it out later.”
“But…!”
Shaking off Dok-ryong’s grasp, I walked swiftly toward the dueling arena.
I needed to distance myself from him anyway. Beyond that.
‘There’s something I need to see.’
There was a match I needed to witness.
‘I hope I’m not too late.’
I hadn’t expected things to turn out like this.
I had to see it no matter what.
Because.
‘This is Baekcheon-in’s match.’
Baekcheon-in, who had triumphed over Wol Muhui, still had a duel remaining.
And his opponent was.
‘Cheon Euijin.’
None other than Wol Muhui’s younger brother, Cheon Euijin.
Recalling this, I walked faster and faster.
Walking thus, I finally arrived at the arena where the match was still underway.
And then.
Whoosh—!
A sharp sound pierced my ears.
“Huh?”
What my eyes beheld in that moment was.
Blood dripping.
“Cough….”
Cheon Euijin, with a sword buried in his abdomen, bleeding profusely.
“….”
And Baekcheon-in, staring down at Cheon Euijin with a savage expression for some reason.

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