The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 234

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 234
[A sigh.]
After confirming the duel’s outcome, Yoo Cheon-gil couldn’t help but exhale in exasperation.
[So he truly has mastered the Black Cloud.]
Black Cloud.
A martial technique called the dark cloud—Yoo Cheon-gil had marveled upon witnessing Heuk Taedo attempt to use it.
At that moment, I wondered what this technique even was, and now having witnessed it firsthand.
[Still, I don’t understand.]
Even so, I cannot comprehend how this situation unfolded at all.
[I thought that Doshin fellow was fortunate, but I never imagined his luck would be this overwhelming. It’s enough to make my stomach turn.]
Contrary to my thoughts, Yoo Cheon-gil continued to do nothing but marvel.
Was the Black Cloud truly something so remarkable?
I looked at Yoo Cheon-gil with questions in my eyes and asked.
“Is that technique really so impressive?”
[Impressive, you ask?]
Yoo Cheon-gil lets out a soft chuckle at my question.
[It is impressive. Do you know why the Peng Clan is called the martial family of tyranny?]
“…Isn’t it because they’re brutally strong?”
[…No…well… hmm.]
At my words, Yoo Cheon-gil momentarily loses his voice.
His expression was one that couldn’t quite deny it.
The martial family of tyranny.
The name sounds impressive, but there was a more candid word to describe it differently.
Brutally strong.
That was precisely the word for the Peng Clan of Hebei.
They are strong, but brutally so.
Regardless of what method their opponent uses, they charge forward savagely.
There is no retreat, and they overwhelm their opponent with their dominant physique and intense martial power.
Whether pain comes or whatever strategy their opponent employs.
They fight by charging in with their bodies.
A combat style so violent it borders on madness. The reason people now feared the Doshin, who died in war, calling him the Mad Demon, was precisely this.
In a confrontation with a sect master, even when struck by an attack that nearly severed his arm.
-It didn’t get cut off, so it’s fine.
The image of Doshin wielding his martial technique with his torn arm was etched into people’s minds as terror.
Brutally strong fools.
That was the very reason the world’s evaluation of the Peng Clan had become so fixed.
[…No. Anyway…]
At my words, Yoo Cheon-gil cannot deny it and changes the subject. It seemed even he thought my words were correct.
[…Do you know that all martial techniques possess secret weaknesses.]
“Roughly, yes.”
Secret techniques. Or ultimate arts.
They are the power embedded within the martial arts of each clan or sect.
To be precise, they are part of divine techniques, and martial arts were classified based on whether they possessed secret techniques or ultimate arts.
Take the Nangong Clan’s Emperor Sword Form and Thunder Qi, and the Thunder Armor derived from it—these were all examples of secret techniques.
Both the Gupaibang and the Five Great Clans possessed secret techniques within their martial arts.
Only with a secret technique could something truly be called a divine technique.
Without it, martial arts could not be called divine techniques, which was why people became so obsessed with renowned families and prestigious sects.
Which meant.
“Is this Black Cloud thing a secret technique?”
Was the martial art Peng Dojun had just used the Peng Clan’s secret technique? As I was expressing my doubt.
‘Wait. That doesn’t seem right.’
Information flickered through my mind. I had already finished studying and memorizing everything about the Peng Clan.
Recalling from that knowledge, the Peng Clan’s secret technique was not Black Cloud.
“Mukcheol Broken Blade.”
Mukcheol Broken Blade.
The Peng Clan’s famous secret technique. External and internal energy trained to the extreme.
Combined with the black qi that arose from the Peng Clan’s heart technique, it would char the blade pitch-black and scatter like ink through the air—a technique said to be unparalleled in form.
‘I’ve never heard of a martial art called Black Cloud.’
I was unfamiliar with the martial art Yoo Cheon-gil had mentioned.
Which meant.
‘It’s an unknown martial art.’
This Black Cloud was a martial art unknown to the world.
Yes.
‘Just like Moonlit Heaven.’
The secret technique of the Cheongwol Heart Technique that Yoo Cheon-gil said he had refined himself.
Could it be an unknown martial art like that?
As if answering my question, Yoo Cheon-gil spoke directly to me.
[That’s a martial art created by Doshin himself.]
“Ah.”
As expected, it was just as I thought.
I had wondered how an unknown secret technique could possibly exist.
‘Doshin’s martial art.’
Pang Seol-hyeok, the previous Lord of the Peng Clan and known as a hero who had already passed away.
It was said to be a secret technique he had left behind.
[I thought it was incomplete and wondered if it could even be passed down to descendants. This annoying fellow—he had already transmitted it.]
Doshin’s death occurred during the Jeongma Great War.
It was already long ago, yet Peng Dojun was using his martial art, which meant he had left it for the clan before departing.
[That Dokjon fellow refused to give away his secret technique and burned it before disappearing, but this one did the opposite.]
Suddenly, a comparison with Dokjon arose.
Well, that old man had simply disappeared, unwilling to give away Manceon Hwau.
Unlike him, Doshin left his secret techniques intact, so it wasn’t strange for Yoo Cheon-gil to make such a comparison.
[He’s absorbed that bizarre power as if it were his own. Quite the remarkable fellow.]
After witnessing the black clouds, I continued to marvel aloud.
Hearing that, I turned my gaze back to Peng Dojun.
He remained on the dueling platform.
His breathing slightly disheveled, he looked at me with a smile.
“….”
Then.
“Senior has lost….”
Cheon Euijin beside me spoke with regret in his voice.
“Yes.”
Answering him, I looked toward Do-hyeong. He lay unconscious, being carried away on a stretcher. He was likely heading to the medical tent.
I was just considering whether to head there myself.
“I’ll go check on him. Bang Disciple, you should prepare for your match.”
Cheon Euijin moved first without hesitation. Despite his own injuries and fatigue, he simply went without delay.
Then.
“What a shame.”
A heavy voice rang out. Peng Dojun had descended and now stood before me.
“Originally, I should have kept it hidden a bit longer.”
“…Is that the hidden card you were concealing?”
“Aha ha.”
Peng Dojun laughed heartily.
“As expected. You knew even that?”
“….”
As expected, my foot.
‘I only thought that because Yoo Cheon-gil mentioned it.’
This man seemed to be misunderstanding something again.
“Originally, I was saving it for Geombong. For her use.”
Crack, crack, crack. As Heuk Taedo moved his body, rough sounds echoed.
Drip, drip.
Blood even flowed from wounds that had opened on his body. He looked to be in considerable pain, yet his expression showed not the slightest wavering.
“But I changed my mind. I was determined to use it against you, yet even that has fallen through.”
“….”
“Still, I have no regrets. He was worth that much.”
As if acknowledging Do-hyeong, Heuk Taedo chuckled and nodded.
“The Cheongwol Sect. Not a bad place at all.”
[The blood’s barely dry and he dares to pass judgment. This bastard’s just like his grandfather—utterly shameless.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke with displeasure, yet unlike him, the old man’s face bore a similar smile.
Shwip. Clang.
Heuk Taedo sheathed his blade into its scabbard.
“I’m just saying this out of concern—you’d better not let your guard down. You’ll pay dearly for it.”
“….”
He seemed worried I might grow careless after witnessing the Black Cloud technique beforehand.
‘This is ridiculous.’
Careless? No—this was the moment my vigilance reached its peak.
‘I don’t understand the principle or what effect it has.’
Just black energy filling the space around me.
In an instant, everything crumbled, and Do-hyeong collapsed.
What kind of power was that?
I couldn’t comprehend it.
“Then, I’ll be looking forward to it.”
After that, Heuk Taedo brushed past me.
Where he had passed, blood dripped onto the ground.
It meant the wound I’d suffered from Dang Cheon-il before still remained.
‘Is the real monster actually that guy?’
Rather than calling Geombong a monster, shouldn’t I be calling Heuk Taedo one?
As such thoughts flickered through my mind.
-Next combatant, prepare yourself!
My turn had arrived—the final duel of the day.
“Haa….”
Heuk Taedo and all that aside, even what stood before me now was a problem.
‘I could lose right here.’
The possibility of losing in this duel before even facing Heuk Taedo was quite high.
‘His name was….’
Jung-cheol, I think. He seemed to be a talented disciple from a notable sect.
There was considerable information known about him—he wielded a spear and, contrary to his aggressive weapon, fought with meticulous and calculated tactics.
I had reviewed countermeasures accordingly.
‘But still.’
Could I actually pull it off?
The moment I stepped onto the duel platform with such concerns.
“You have won.”
“Pardon…?”
The Referee suddenly declared victory for me.
“…What….”
We hadn’t even begun the duel yet. What victory?
Looking bewildered.
The Referee spoke to me with an expression of displeasure.
“Your opponent has conceded.”
“…?”
“After witnessing the battle Heuk Taedo displayed and the duel between Naelyong and the Young Master, he said he simply cannot continue.”
“….”
In other words.
‘He got scared and ran away…?’
It meant he had forfeited after witnessing the previous duel and losing his nerve.
An absurd victory by default.

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Deep within a forest, far from the towns of Hanan, a young man walked slowly through the dense woodland.
His face twisted with rage, killing intent seeping from his very being.
The oppressive aura was so intense that even the wild beasts in the vicinity fled in terror.
His fury burned so hot that blood dripped from his bitten lips.
After walking for some time in this state, a figure suddenly appeared before the young man.
Thud-!
A Masked Figure clad in black martial robes.
And not just one.
Over a dozen of them emerged and knelt before the young man.
“We greet the Little Heaven of the Demonic Sect.”
We greet the Little Heaven-!
Despite their chorus of reverence, the young man’s expression remained unchanged.
If anything, his irritation only deepened.
It was inevitable. These were not his subordinates.
“Where is he?”
The young man.
At Baekcheon-in’s question, the one kneeling at the front rose and spoke.
“He awaits you inside.”
“…What?”
At those words, Baekcheon-in’s eyes sharpened with intensity.
In an instant, his irises turned crimson, and killing intent erupted like a raging torrent.
Kugugugugu–!!!
“…!”
The man swallowed hard under the weight of the young man’s murderous aura.
“Awaits? Me?”
“Young Master…!”
“He should have come to face me directly, yet he sits and waits?”
“That is…!”
He tried to speak urgently, but Baekcheon-in’s hand had already moved.
His palm extended forward, wrapped in terrifying killing intent as if to tear out the man’s throat.
-Stop right there.
A towering figure-!
A powerful gust-!!
At the sound of the voice, Baekcheon-in’s body stiffened.
He turned his head to gaze into the darkness—a void where not even an inch ahead could be seen.
It seemed as though shadow itself had been drawn across the space, yet something about it felt deliberately artificial.
This darkness was crafted by someone’s hand.
Ominous and repugnant. As Baekcheon-in fixed his gaze upon it, not long passed before—
Thud.
Footsteps echoed through the air.
Slowly. With deliberate leisure.
Soft footfalls drew gradually nearer.
-I harbored no intention to cause displeasure. I offer my apologies.
“….”
Baekcheon-in regarded the master of this repulsive aura.
“You would do well to explain yourself properly.”
Making no effort to conceal his emotions, he spoke with barely restrained fury.
His crimson eyes gleamed with an unsettling brilliance.
Yet despite Baekcheon-in’s display, the figure’s pace remained unchanged.
Witnessing this, Baekcheon-in’s aura intensified further.
“You would not have interfered without cause. Unless you wished to sever our sect’s dealings, that is. Is that not so?”
With a growling voice, he called out to the man who had been approaching.
“Pacheon Gungju.”
Shhh.
At Baekcheon-in’s words, the figure before him—
Pacheon Gungju finally halted his steps and regarded Baekcheon-in from within the darkness.
“Kekeke.”
An aged, withered laugh echoed forth.
The eyes of the one Baekcheon-in gazed upon shone with an uncanny luminescence.
A blue so profound, so impossibly blue.

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