The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 233

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 233
I hurried back to Hanan County with quickened steps.
Then I went straight up to the inn and found my room.
“Let me see…”
The moment I entered, I opened the drawer. Inside lay a sword wrapped tightly in cloth.
As I lifted it, I steadied my breathing.
‘Ugh, exhausting.’
I wiped sweat from my forehead. The rapid journey had drained me completely.
‘When was the last time I ran like this?’
Even during training, I’d never pushed myself this hard. I’d truly sprinted at full speed.
Thanks to that, I discovered I could run faster than I’d expected.
Perhaps my cultivation level had increased—I was swifter than anticipated.
“Phew…”
First, I carefully gathered the sword.
‘Why would I need this?’
Even as I packed it, I felt puzzled. He’d told me to bring it as quickly as possible, so I obeyed.
‘A divine blade worthy of drawing.’
The sword repaired by the Dang Clan. As a top-tier weapon, it would certainly display remarkable power if wielded.
‘…But during the martial tournament.’
To suddenly demand I bring it while the tournament still continued was strange.
I’d agreed with a firm expression, but truthfully, I was quite bewildered.
During the tournament, one couldn’t use a sword brought from outside.
Only weapons provided by the Martial Arts Alliance were permitted, so there was no reason to carry a divine blade. Moreover—
‘He said not to let it be seen.’
Yoo Cheon-gil himself had said he didn’t want me carrying the divine blade around, so his sudden demand to bring it was confusing.
‘He could at least answer when I ask why.’
When I questioned him, Yoo Cheon-gil only repeated that it was urgent and to bring it quickly.
As a result, I had to leave the tournament midway and head to the inn.
‘…Hurry.’
I had to return before my turn came.
If I was absent for more than half a quarter when my match was called, I’d be disqualified.
The fact that Yoo Cheon-gil urged me to go and return quickly despite knowing this meant it was truly urgent.
Whatever the reason, he said it was pressing, so I came to fetch the sword.
‘Now…’
Time to head back.
With that thought, I grasped the divine blade.
Thump—!
“Hm?”
For some reason, my heart suddenly pounded loudly.
Puzzled, I placed my hand over my chest to calm it.
[Why are you like that?]
Yoo Cheon-gil asks what’s wrong.
“No, it’s nothing.”
Was it a misunderstanding? I brushed my chest a few times and moved again.
I still had a long way to go.

* * *
I returned to the Alliance. This time, I ran like a madman again.
“Ugh, I’m dying….”
Wiping away the sweat, I barely arrived to find the martial tournament still underway.
“Phew….”
I sighed and gripped my knees.
“Bang Disciple?”
“Phew…? Oh….”
Someone called me, so I turned my head. I saw a handsome face wrapped in bandages.
It was Cheon Euijin.
“…Heavenly Supreme. Are you alright?”
“Ah… Yes, I’m fine.”
Cheon Euijin laughs awkwardly. His abdomen had been pierced—how could he be fine? It had only been a day, so even for a martial artist, it must hurt considerably.
His ashen face proved it.
He seemed to have forced himself out to watch the tournament.
“You should rest. Why did you come out?”
“…Haha….”
Within his forced smile, a blue light glimmers. Seeing that, I smiled slightly and spoke.
“Your eyes are magnificent.”
Cheon Euijin’s eyes widen upon hearing my words. I was referring to him opening the Wol-an during his match with Baekcheon-in.
“Ah…! Th-thank you.”
Cheon Euijin scratches his head bashfully. Yet there was no sign of displeasure.
“Well… Let’s… go.”
This wasn’t the time for further conversation. I hurried back toward the tournament arena.
“Understood. Ah, but Bang Disciple.”
“Yes?”
“What is that…?”
Cheon Euijin points to the cloth I’m carrying. Inside it rests the Divine Sword.
“Ah. It’s nothing special… I just brought something. Let’s go.”
“Ah, understood.”
I pulled Cheon Euijin along as we moved. Walking briefly while catching my breath, the tournament arena soon came into view.
Clang-!!
Clang clang-!!!
Roaaaar-!!
The distinctive cheers and sharp metallic sounds reached my ears.
I could see an intense battle unfolding.
But then.
‘What—?’
As I took in the situation, my eyes widened as large as lanterns.
Screech—!
Clang—!!
Harsh sounds erupted in rapid succession, their speed absolutely staggering.
Clang clang clang—!
A frenzied difficulty with not a single opening to exploit.
This was no longer the refined and eerie duel between Geombong and Baekcheon-in—it resembled two beasts tearing into each other with savage ferocity.
“아하하하하하—!!!”
A hearty laugh accompanied a diagonal slash.
Dark-hued energy violently tore through the empty space.
Screech—!! Boom—!!
In response, a blue blade energy flashed brilliantly.
It was the swords of Heuk Taedo and Do-hyeong.
‘What is—’
I gasped at the sight.
Heuk Taedo was one thing. I already knew he was that kind of person, so it wasn’t surprising.
‘But what about my senior?’
Do-hyeong? I had known him as a martial artist who wielded his blade with fundamental discipline.
‘He could fight like this?’
Do-hyeong was displaying a savage swordplay that held its own completely against Heuk Taedo.
The weight class difference was obvious at a glance.
Yet Do-hyeong flowed like water, deflecting Heuk Taedo’s blade.
In those deflecting moments, he thrust his sword forward with lethal determination, never yielding an inch.
콰가가가각—!!
The arena cracked and crumbled.
Each time Heuk Taedo’s blade grazed the ground, it carved and collapsed like crushed tofu.
Boom—!
When Do-hyeong gathered force to charge at Heuk Taedo, even that left deep gouges.
Clang—! Clang clang—!!!
A battle where a single graze would prove fatal.
Yet both knew this and neither retreated.
—Uaaaaaaaa—!!
The audience roared with excitement at the fierce melee.
“Cheongwol Sect had a martial artist like that?”
“Look at the robes. That’s no ordinary martial artist. Those are the garments of Sowoldae.”
“Sowoldae? Then… isn’t he from the same place as the Protagonist and Wol Muhui?”
“His name simply hasn’t become known. The fact that he entered Sowoldae at such a young age… doesn’t that suggest he possesses extraordinary talent?”
“You can tell just by watching. He’s not losing ground against Heuk Taedo.”
Whispers about Do-hyeong begin to surface. There had already been talk of him being a young martial artist from Sowoldae.
It had simply been overshadowed by the attention on me and Cheonhye-in.
I had anticipated this would happen once Do-hyeong appeared in public anyway.
‘It was never supposed to make sense in the first place.’
The kind of martial prowess that casually suppresses those at the lower echelon of the Seven Greats.
Yet there was barely any age difference between us, and he had already entered Sowoldae.
‘His talent had been recognized and then some.’
Simply being part of Sowoldae was proof enough of being a master in this world.
Cheongwol Sect’s Sowoldae carried such a reputation.
The fact that Do-hyeong had remained unknown was actually what seemed strange.
‘This was probably…’
Something the Cheongwol Sect had deliberately orchestrated themselves.
There was no other explanation that made sense.
Just look at Geombong.
‘The reason Geombong became known was for the same reason.’
The youngest Plum Blossom Sword Master.
One of the martial force that symbolized Hwasan.
Being able to bloom plum blossoms with the tip of a sword meant she could use the Plum Blossom Sword Technique, which represents Hwasan Sect.
That alone meant she had become a master recognized by the entire Central Plains.
And when it was said that a woman not yet of age had displayed this and reached the rank of Plum Blossom Sword Master…
The world spoke of how, if Hwasan Sect wasn’t lying, a new candidate for Heavenly Supreme had appeared.
And.
‘The Plum Blossom Sword Master and Sowoldae are equals.’
Or perhaps Sowoldae even stands higher in prestige.
Do-hyeong had reached such a place before coming of age.
That alone was proof of his worth.
‘…Still, even so.’
Clang—! Crash crash crash—!!!
I knew Do-hyeong was strong.
‘But to this extent…’
He fights Heuk Taedo in a chaotic clash without giving an inch.
I let out a gasp of astonishment at the sight.
And it wasn’t just me—Cheon Euijin beside me also lets out a low murmur.
“Senior Brother was… so formidable… Ah!”
Then, as if realizing something, Cheon Euijin looks at me.
“So that’s why you brought Senior Brother, Bang Disciple! Because you knew his full strength… Of course. You truly are…”
No, you crazy bastard.
Feeling the conclusion about to turn toward me again, I pressed my forehead.
“That’s not it…”
I knew he was strong, but I didn’t realize he was this formidable.
And besides.
“Also, even if I didn’t know, shouldn’t the Heavenly Supreme have known?”
“Pardon?”
“You called him senior brother. Doesn’t that mean you’ve known each other for a long time?”
Cheon Euijin, who clearly grew up in the Cheongwol Sect from birth.
If someone like Cheon Euijin called him senior brother, it meant Do-hyeong had been with the sect for quite some time.
So I wondered if Do-hyeong had practically been part of the Cheongwol Sect since birth as well.
“…Senior Brother Do-hyeong didn’t actually enter the sect that long ago.”
“What? Then why do you call him senior brother?”
“The ranking is somewhat…”
He trailed off, as if finding it difficult to explain.
Watching that, I nodded in understanding.
‘There’s something going on here.’
It seemed there was definitely some circumstance surrounding Do-hyeong.
Joining Sowoldae at such a young age.
Called senior brother by Cheon Euijin, yet with a different entry time?
‘There’s something.’
This meant there was some circumstance involving Do-hyeong and the Cheongwol Sect.
‘…Now that I think about it, I don’t know much about my senior.’
We occasionally conversed and trained together.
But we’d never discussed anything deeper, so I didn’t know.
‘I won’t pry into it.’
Still, I could tell he was someone with a story.
‘Could it be… that he actually defeats Heuk Taedo?’
If they fought so fiercely, perhaps Do-hyeong might actually win against Heuk Taedo.
Just as that faint hope began to rise within me.
[Impossible.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke with finality.
‘What?’
As if he’d read my thoughts, I looked at him with my eyes.
He stared at the arena with an expressionless face.
[That man possesses something, but this match will be won by the Peng Clan man.]
He was certain. Why? Was the gap between Heuk Taedo and Do-hyeong really that large?
[That assessment is also wrong.]
“…”
I grimaced. This man. Does he really read minds?
[That man has no intention of revealing his hidden card, while the Peng Clan man does. That is the difference.]
‘A hidden card?’
Do-hyeong has a hidden card? I had never heard such a thing.
Then.
[Look. Now.]
Yoo Cheon-gil gestured toward the arena with his chin.
The moment I turned my gaze.
Ching—!
With a sharp friction, the two of them simultaneously created distance between themselves.
Huff— huff—.
The match seemed grueling; both of their breathing was ragged.
Especially visible were afterimage wounds scattered across their bodies, blood trickling down.
“Hah. This is entertaining. This Dragon-Phoenix Gathering is truly entertaining, isn’t it?”
Heuk Taedo spoke with a broad grin.
“…There are too many unknowns. I didn’t expect it either. Besides the Protagonist and Wol Muhui, there was another interesting one, wasn’t there?”
“….”
Do-hyeong did not answer and raised his sword again. He seemed ready to fight once more.
“What a shame.”
Heuk Taedo spoke quietly upon seeing that.
“I wanted to show this to the Protagonist first.”
In that instant.
Sssssssss—!!
Black mist erupted from Heuk Taedo.
“…!”
Do-hyeong’s eyes widened as he sensed the energy. Feeling something amiss, he raised his sword and increased his speed, but.
“Devour it all.”
Black Cloud.
Whoooosh—!!
In an instant, the black energy consumed the entire arena.
‘What is this?’
My vision suddenly obscured.
I could not see what was happening within.
Thus a moment passed.
Crackle—!!
The created space shattered and collapsed.
Space fragmenting like breaking glass.
As the space that had been hidden briefly revealed itself before my eyes again.
Heuk Taedo stood with his sword, just as before.
“…Cough….”
Do-hyeong, who had been rushing forward, was collapsing while spitting blood.
Thud—! Crash—!!
Do-hyeong fell to the ground, and the referee hurried over to examine him.
There’s no need to verify it.
“…Peng Dojun of the Haebok Peng Clan. Victory.”
Waaaaaaa–!!!
The moment victory was declared, a deafening roar erupted that threatened to burst my eardrums.
“….”
I gazed at the fallen Do-hyeong before turning my attention to Heuk Taedo.
I could feel his gaze upon me.
Our eyes met.
Then Heuk Taedo looked at me and said something.
Waaaaaaa–!!
The sound was so deafening that I couldn’t hear anything else, yet somehow I could read his lips.
-Next is.
-You.
“….”
At those words, I swept my hair back with my hand.
Somehow.
‘This won’t be easy…?’
It seemed difficult to escape that man’s obsession.
Just as I was about to express my predicament.
[Ah, I see.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke to me.
[You’re smiling.]
“…!”
Upon hearing his words, I was startled and touched the corners of my mouth with my hand.
It was true.
I was smiling after hearing that man’s words.
‘Ha.’
That’s right.
I was actually enjoying this situation.
Surprisingly enough.

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