The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 240

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 240
-Protagonist.
A voice brushed past my ears.
“Cough.”
Blood spills from my mouth. The crimson fluid that erupts from my throat splatters onto the ground.
I don’t hear the sound of liquid striking the floor.
I couldn’t even hear Peng Dojun’s voice clearly just moments ago, so there’s no way I’d hear the sound of blood spraying.
-Haaah….
A breath I exhaled. I’m aware that I sighed, yet even that produces no sound.
I clutch my chest with my hand.
‘Wow.’
This pain is absolutely unbearable. It’s almost admirable how much it hurts.
‘…Am I dying?’
How severely am I injured? Based solely on the agony I feel, it seems grave, but since I can’t see anything, it only adds to my frustration.
How much time has passed?
Since I can’t even sense that, it’s all the more maddening.
Then, in that moment.
Crack-!
“Gack!”
Pain erupts as my jaw snaps upward. My body is hurled backward. And then.
Crash-!
My throat is seized. Gripped tightly, my body lifts into the air.
“Ugh….”
“I asked what you were doing.”
As the voice becomes crystal clear, darkness recedes. A terrifying face materializes in my vision, which had been shrouded in nothing but blackness.
It’s Peng Dojun. He glares at me with a grotesquely contorted expression.
“Protagonist…!”
His voice is loud enough to make my ears ring. He roars with unmistakable fury.
“What are you doing? Are you mocking me?”
“….”
“Why aren’t you defending yourself? What’s your intention here!”
His voice drips with exasperation and irritation. He sounds utterly wronged.
‘I didn’t not defend—’
I couldn’t defend.
How can I block what I cannot see?
‘This bastard’s going to kill me.’
After Yoo Cheon-gil vanished, I was powerless to do anything.
My broken senses bound me completely, and I couldn’t block a single one of Peng Dojun’s attacks.
I didn’t see the blade coming, nor could I stop it.
Because of that, I was left sprawled here so brutally in mere moments.
‘…Utterly incompetent.’
This is what happens when Yoo Cheon-gil doesn’t guide me. I’m so pathetic I can’t even speak.
“You’re definitely mocking me. Aren’t you?”
Meanwhile, Peng Dojun kept giving me looks of disbelief.
“Where did the light go? Where exactly did you hide it?”
His eyes blazed with intensity. Where did the light go?
‘…Ah.’
He’s talking about Yoo Cheon-gil. The moment he concealed himself, this man immediately sensed some change in me.
‘Impressive bastard.’
The Cheonmu Jiche’s performance is incredible. He caught onto it instantly?
“Aha….”
I laughed without thinking. At that, his expression twisted into a scowl.
“…You’re laughing? What’s so funny?”
“…Nothing really….”
My voice came out.
“It’s not that you’re funny… I’m just laughing at myself….”
“What?”
My vision shifted violently.
By the time I realized it, my body was already rolling across the ground.
He must have thrown me.
“…I see.”
He spoke.
“Are you looking down on me?”
“…What are you talking about?”
“Am I still not worthy of witnessing your light? Ha.”
“That’s not it.”
Crash!
Tremendous fighting spirit erupted from his body.
Damn it.
‘Am I finished?’
He could emit such overwhelming force. It was nauseating.
“Fine.”
My vision darkened again.
“If you won’t show me, I’ll beat it out of you.”
Darkness descended and my senses numbed once more. Then.
Boom-!!
“Cough!”
A fist drove into my abdomen. My waist curved sharply. Excruciating pain flooded through me.
Bile rose immediately, but I couldn’t spit it out.
Thud-!! Crack-!
The impacts come in rapid succession. The difference lies in one thing.
‘He’s not using his blade.’
He abandoned swordplay and switched to unarmed combat.
I can’t see it, so I can’t block it. I can only stand here helplessly and take the blows.
‘…Damn it.’
Every hit makes my bones scream. Still, I’m somehow enduring it, having reached the peak of my cultivation, but how much longer can I withstand this?
‘What am I supposed to do?’
Even as I’m being struck, I’m searching for a way out. The problem is.
‘What is the Moon?’
The advice Yoo Cheon-gil left behind.
He told me to understand what the Moon means. Yet I still couldn’t grasp his words.
What can the Moon even do?
What am I supposed to accomplish here?
‘Whether it’s Wol Seon-geom or Gwangwol Seomgyeong, neither helps.’
I’ve poured strength into Wol-an and even unleashed my sword aura, but.
This black cloud is a darkness that devours everything.
Since I can’t see anything, I’m utterly powerless.
I’m beginning to understand how vital the five senses truly are.
If it comes to this.
‘Should I even use Wol Cheon?’
Just as Heuk Cloud is a secret technique created by Doshin, Wol Cheon is a secret technique of the Cheonwol Sect that Yoo Cheon-gil created.
If I use it, there’s a chance it might resolve this, but….
‘…He told me not to use it.’
Before Yoo Cheon-gil concealed himself, he forbade me from using Wol Cheon.
The aftereffects are severe, and his meaning was to endure without using it if possible.
Boom–!!
“Ugh!”
How can I overcome this without using it?
Rolling across the ground, all I could do was repeat my anguished thoughts.
‘The Moon…. What the Moon can do.’
What the Moon pursues and what it can accomplish.
‘What is that?’
What can the Moon do in this darkness? Wol-an doesn’t work, nor does Seomgyeong.
What could the Moon possibly accomplish?
‘Cursed old man, anyway.’
He could’ve just given me the answer instead of speaking in abstractions.
He deliberately makes me think like this.
He’s truly a cunning old codger.
‘Huff.’
I stagger to my feet.
If I’m being honest, I’d rather just forfeit.
‘Isn’t this enough?’
Everything I’d prepared to face Heuk Taedo crumbled the moment Dark Cloud was unleashed.
Without information, there was no way to counter it.
Even now, I should have lost long ago, but I’m enduring because he’s letting me hang on.
So then.
‘Maybe I should stop.’
Should I call it here?
Honestly, making it to the semifinals would be enough. Wol Seon-geom would acknowledge this much.
Yes, so let’s just end it here.
My pathetic reason whispers its seductions. Haven’t I done enough?
Why must I continue when I know I cannot succeed?
This isn’t like me at all.
Even as I repeat these words to myself.
Crunch.
‘Damn it.’
My hand gripping the sword only tightens further.
As if I must never let go.
‘I’m done for.’
I’ve been had. I’m definitely brainwashed. That old man Yoo Cheon-gil has bewitched me.
There’s no other reason I’d be doing this.
“Huff, huff….”
I exhaled roughly and wiped my mouth.
Whether I actually wiped it clean or caught my breath, I couldn’t say.
‘What should I do?’
It seems I won’t give up. Which means I have to overcome this senseless battle.
‘So how?’
What’s the method?
What is this ‘Moon’ that Yoo Cheon-gil spoke of?
I moved my eyes.
Darkness where nothing could be seen. Watching it, I angled my sword.
Clang—!!
The blade vibrated. Sharp pain shot through my arm as my body was driven back.
I blocked it.
The reason I could block what I couldn’t see was simple.
‘I memorized it.’
The frequency and location of each strike.
I found and understood the patterns within Heuk Taedo’s repetitive movements.
So I calculated the speed and deflected the blow.
I bent my waist. Then I twisted my upper body slightly.
Nothing registered. Success.
I couldn’t even hear the wind moving, but I knew I’d evaded the attack.
I felt no impact.
‘Half step. Lower your chin forward.’
I executed the movement. I was evading his attacks.
Yet my expression remained grim. I was dodging through memorization, but.
‘This won’t last long.’
The variations were endless, and even if I moved having anticipated every trajectory, it was still a game of odds—and soon enough, my evasions would fail.
Which meant.
‘In this brief moment.’
I had to find a way to break through this crisis.
By any means necessary.

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Whoosh—!!
In the blackened world, Peng Dojun thrust his fist forward.
A heavy, weighty fist cleaved through empty air. The thick fist suffused with energy moved as if to shatter everything blocking its path, yet.
Swish!
The target missed again.
‘He evaded.’
Evaded again. Peng Dojun’s expression twisted as he moved.
He extended his leg and drove his fist forward.
Despite the relentless assault, his opponent, Bangseong-yeon, dodged effortlessly.
When the fist grazed the man’s cheek once more, Peng Dojun let out a bitter laugh.
Was it shock? No.
‘If he could do this, then why.’line>
Had he taken all his strikes earlier? Peng Dojun gazed at Bangseong-yeon’s body beyond the dark clouds obscuring his vision.
Did I read everything correctly back then? Peng Dojun looked at Bang Seongyeon’s body beyond Hugyun’s field of vision.
Blood flowed from the lacerated upper body. The sword wounds weren’t terribly deep, but they were still painful cuts, and.
This wasn’t just once.
Three times.
Bangseong-yeon had taken all three attacks.
It was bewildering.
‘Why?’
Why had he been hit at all?
‘He could have dodged.’
This man surely could have evaded. Hadn’t he done so at first?
He’d effortlessly avoided every attack, then succeeded in striking when he spotted an opening.
If Bangseong-yeon had used a blade instead of his fist then, it would have been Peng Dojun who fell.
‘What in the world is he doing?’
What was this now?
Why am I taking his attacks while my fists keep missing him?
I couldn’t comprehend it. Just as that thought crossed my mind.
‘…Perhaps.’
A single thought surfaced in Peng Dojun’s mind.
“You.”
Peng Dojun spoke, looking at Bangseong-yeon.
“Don’t tell me. You were trying to inflict the same wounds on me?”
“….”
Bangseong-yeon offered no reply. He remained preoccupied with evading Peng Dojun’s movements.
‘So that’s it?’
Witnessing this, Peng Dojun became certain.
That was indeed it.
The wounds he had suffered at the hands of Dang Cheon-il.
The lingering aftereffects from that time were shackling his legs.
Could it be that this man, irritated by that very thing, had received wounds of equal severity?
“…Grrrrk.”
Peng Dojun ground his teeth.
If that were truly the case….
“Pointless consideration.”
A meaningless act. This was not what he desired.
He wanted to experience the Protagonist in his complete state.
“You saw me as weak…. You.”
It felt like being scorned.
No, rather, this man was the one scorning him.
The arrogance that he could still win even like this.
The strength that cradled such arrogance.
‘So that’s why he dimmed his radiance as well?’
The brilliant luminescence he had felt from this man was no longer perceptible.
Where had all that radiance gone? Peng Dojun sought to find it.
Thud.
Peng Dojun halted his movements.
He stopped his motions while gripping his blade, yet Bangseong-yeon strangely continued moving.
As if he were still under attack, he persisted in his evasions.
“….”
Witnessing this, Peng Dojun’s eyes contorted.
‘Is this mockery?’
It seemed as though he was attempting to mock him.
Clang.
Peng Dojun drew his blade from where it had been planted in the ground.
Fury surged within him.
He didn’t mind being mocked, and he cared not what others did. But.
‘I cannot tolerate being disrespected.’
Not being treated as a worthy opponent—this alone, Peng Dojun could not accept.
우우우우우우우웅—!!!!
Uuuuuuuuuung—!!!!
The blade grasped in Peng Dojun’s hand vibrated intensely.
Immediately after, the steel darkened to black.
‘If he continues to toy with me.’
I will make it so he can no longer play such games.
With that resolve, I poured all my strength into the strike.
Yet even witnessing this, Bangseong-yeon continued to move.
One.
Abruptly.
He stopped his movements.
Had he sensed that I was finally serious?
Kiiiing.
Grasping the blackened blade firmly.
Peng Dojun drove all his strength into his legs.
‘I will break through.’
I will shatter his defenses by any means.
So that he no longer dismisses me, but places me as his equal.
So that we may finally cross blades as true opponents.
With such meaning, I channeled my power forward.
‘The Heuk Taedo won’t last much longer.’
Its duration was limited. It was not a power I could sustain indefinitely.
I had to finish this quickly.
Just as Peng Dojun resolved to drive his legs forward with maximum force.
“Ah.”
Bangseong-yeon uttered a single exclamation.
Crack-!
Peng Dojun surged forward like a loosed arrow upon hearing those words.
The blade swept through the air in a dark arc, drawing a diagonal line.
Thus it flew toward Bangseong-yeon.
At that moment.
“…So that’s it.”
Bangseong-yeon reacted as though he had grasped something profound.
Whoooooosh-!!
‘What?’
Suddenly, a distant, ethereal light erupted from Bangseong-yeon’s body.
Peng Dojun halted his charge in shock and widened the distance between them.
In that instant.
Slice—!
Something was cut by Bangseong-yeon’s blade. Peng Dojun hurriedly inspected his body.
Had he been slashed somewhere? No. Peng Dojun’s body remained intact.
Then what had been cut? As he stood there utterly bewildered.
Whoosh.
“…!”
Peng Dojun realized it. He turned to look beside him.
“This is impossible…!”
A gap had opened in the barrier spread beside him.
It was the black clouds.
Bangseong-yeon had.

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