The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 241

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 241
Whoosh—!
I dodged Heuk Taedo’s fist by twisting my body left and right.
For what felt like an eternity, I did nothing but evade, again and again.
I was predicting his trajectory and moving accordingly, adjusting even for the slightest deviations that emerged in the gaps.
How many exchanges had I endured like this?
‘I’m reaching my limit.’
My legs trembled. The wounds on my body throbbed with pain, and the continuous bleeding made me feel dizzy.
My speed was deteriorating.
I had to account for even this declining speed.
At this rate, my mind would scatter like smoke. I was truly going to die.
Was I dodging well? Since there were no additional impacts, I must be evading properly.
That’s what I had to believe.
Otherwise, I felt like I’d collapse at any moment.
It was exhausting. Simply enduring this.
These five senses that see nothing—they were strangling my throat far more forcefully than I’d anticipated.
‘What kind of absurd power is this?’
What exactly had Doshin created?
‘Can this even be called martial arts?’
Could I even dare call this martial arts?
If anything, this was—
‘closer to a formation technique.’
More akin to formation technique than martial arts. It resembled those secret techniques the Zhuge Clan supposedly used.
I’d heard it was something divorced from martial arts entirely, but if this was a formation technique, then what else could it be?
What principle governed its operation?
That question nagged at me unconsciously.
Yet my body continued moving. I could only barely survive by never stopping.
The problem was how many more exchanges I could endure like this.
‘At most two or three more. If Heuk Taedo draws his blade, it’s over.’
Right now he was fighting me with his fists, but if he decided to use his sword, I wouldn’t stand a chance.
So I had to find it.
‘A way to break through.’
A way to escape from this suffocating darkness. I had to find it.
—What the Moon must do.
What was the Moon that Yoo Cheon-gil spoke of? What was I supposed to find in the Moon?
I pondered and pondered again.
Swish—!
In the midst of it all, something grazed my face. Was it Heuk Taedo’s fist?
I couldn’t tell.
‘How would I know when I can’t see?’
Nothing reflects in this darkness. I cannot even see my opponent, and I don’t know whether my eyes are open or closed.
What should I search for in such darkness?
I cannot see even an inch ahead. In a place devoid of light, what can the Moon do—
‘Wait?’
Hold on.
‘Darkness? Light?’
My thoughts halt. Then they begin to turn again.
The tangled thoughts unravel in an instant, only to reverse direction entirely.
‘Light.’
The Moon’s role.
The role the Moon must play in this terrible darkness.
When night arrives, what does the Moon do?
Yoo Cheon-gil expressed this as ascension.
The Moon rises. It rises, and then what?
‘It shines.’
It brightens the night so it is not dark. The Moon ascends to the heavens and dispels the darkness.
Shhhhh—!!
I channeled force into my arms. My inner energy surged, and sword force materialized.
Still, no light was visible. Yet instinctively, I felt the sword force bloom.
I also channeled force into Wol-an.
I sought to apply the Weonseongum technique.
It was the same. Neither Gwangwol Seomgyeong nor Weonseongum appeared—nothing was visible.
All consumed by this light.
My thoughts turn. Is this insufficient? Then what remains?
‘Light.’
Light to dispel the darkness.
‘Is that it?’
There was one.
Not sword force derived from light, nor a path revealing the Moon’s radiance.
Simply the power to dispel darkness and uncover light.
I immediately channeled force into my dantian.
Kyiiing—!!
My inner energy circulated and flowed through my entire body. Then.
화아아아아아아—!!!
Light erupted from my body.
Moonlight.
Maximizing the inner energy of the Azure Moon Heart Method to emit light.
This is a force that can be applied to Gwangwol Seomgyeong and blended together, but when it exists alone, it simply ends in emitting light.
Yes. Light.
Hwaaaa—!!
Light radiates from my body, and darkness retreats.
The black clouds have been pushed back.
“…Ah.”
A single exclamation escaped my lips as I witnessed it.
“Insane. So that was it.”
A hollow laugh spilled out. I wondered what could have been so difficult about it.
Just emit light?
Radiate light to drive back the darkness.
It was simply that—nothing more.
‘That old man really…’
It was absurd.
I didn’t know if moonlight possessed such power, but if he’d known, he could have simply explained it plainly instead of making me discover it the hard way.
Whoooosh—!!
Now I could see ahead.
Heuk Taedo, who had been invisible, was charging at me with a saber wrapped in black blade energy.
It was crystal clear.
Though I couldn’t see far into the distance, at least my immediate surroundings were visible.
Had my senses returned? I couldn’t tell. There was no time to discern it.
My eyes darted about. My vision, now opened like Wol Seon-geom’s Path, scanned the surroundings frantically.
Fatigue washed over me. It was a power I couldn’t sustain for long.
But.
‘I can see.’
The Moon had found its light, as if a god was showing me the path I must take.
A line drawn upon the wall.
Seeing it, I immediately twisted my waist.
Zzzt—!
My injured body screamed in protest. I ignored it. A little pain was nothing.
Whiiiiing—!!!
Gwangwol Seomgyeong carved through the empty air.
It was not aimed at Heuk Taedo.
My blade was.
Shhhhaaaack—!!!
Slicing through the black clouds.
“…!”
Space tore open. Gwangwol Seomgyeong ripped through the darkness of the black clouds like shredding cloth.
Even as the black clouds split apart, I didn’t halt my blade.
I pressed forward.
The path of Wol Seon-geom’s Way was unbroken. The extended line rode atop the black clouds, aimed directly at Heuk Taedo.
Screech.
I poured more force into the strike, channeling my will through the soles of my feet planted on the ground.
Crack-!
The ground shattered, sending debris flying.
I moved my body to follow the line.
Heuk Taedo rushed forward.
Even knowing this, I didn’t hesitate.
Why? I couldn’t say.
‘It felt like I had to.’
It felt like something I must do.
Even if my body were cut by that blade, or even if this attack failed.
Still, I believed it was something I had to do.
Shiiiiing-!!!
Yawol.
My downward slash, as if cleaving through the night itself, drove straight into Heuk Taedo.
His blade likewise bored into me. My speed was slower. At this rate, my body would be cut. Yet knowing this, I drew my sword anyway.
The sword path showed me the way.
I entrusted my body to the moonlight.
The line and blade became one, driving straight toward Heuk Taedo.
Clang-! Crash-!!!
The blades finally bounced apart. My body remained uncut. Heuk Taedo had withdrawn his attack on me and shifted to defense.
Our attacks collided and scattered into fragments of energy.
At the same time.
Fassssss-!!!
The black clouds enveloping the surroundings dissipated in an instant.
The energy scattered across the ground like spilled ink vanished as if drying up.
“Ha….”
Heuk Taedo exhaled a long breath from far away.
Then.
“…Ahahaha.”
He burst into rough laughter.
“하하하하하하하하—!!!!”
It was like a beast roaring.
“Aha! This is it! Yes, this is it! This is right!”
“….”
What was this madman saying? Watching him with weary eyes, I noticed something different about him.
‘Cold sweat.’
Heuk Taedo was sweating. The beads dotting his forehead and the drops running down his cheeks showed considerable exhaustion.
Moreover, seeing his shoulders heave slightly, his breathing was also ragged.
‘What is this?’
Why was he so exhausted?
‘Is it the aftermath of using the black clouds?’
Is this dark cloud force something that inflicts such exhaustion?
It’s possible. Since it’s a power called the ultimate technique and forbidden art, it wouldn’t be strange for it to carry such aftereffects.
Of course.
Crack-!
“…Ugh….”
If anything was worse, it was my own body. Blood flowed from my upper torso onto the ground.
‘This hurts like hell.’
The pain was so intense I nearly laughed.
Even in this state, Heuk Taedo laughed.
“That’s it. I wondered where that light went. You were hiding it…!! Sword Saint–!!”
What light is he talking about? I had no idea what he meant.
‘…It shouldn’t be visible?’
I scanned the surroundings with my eyes. Yoo Cheon-gil was nowhere to be found. The man had vanished from the area. It meant he had no intention of assisting in the match.
Then there was no reason for Heuk Taedo to sense any presence of light from me now.
“That’s it. I wanted to see that.”
The man smiled at me with an eerie expression as if he sensed something.
‘That bastard is definitely exhausted too.’
He was already mad to begin with, and now that his body was worn out, his mind had deteriorated even further.
That was the only way I could see it.
“Haaah….”
I exhaled deeply. Heat rose to my head.
How long had it been since I felt this? Only now could I hear my own breathing in my ears.
“After all. After all. You are-”
“Shut up, you bastard.”
“What?”
Heuk Taedo’s eyes widened at my words.
I swept my sweat-drenched hair back with my hand.
He kept making noise, constantly stirring up chaos.
“For someone so bulky and scattered, you sure have a lot to say. I don’t understand why you have so much to talk about.”
Even as I spoke, something felt off.
A floating sensation enveloped me.
Blood continued to flow, yet I no longer felt the pain.
Whoosh.
I focused my eyes. The Weonseongum technique I had suppressed briefly activated.
The Gwangwol Seomgyeong bloomed anew on the blade I held in my hand.
“What will you do? Will you come or not?”
“….”
I pointed the tip of my sword at Heuk Taedo and spoke.
Then the corners of his mouth shot upward to the sky.
“Hahahaha–!!! You ask something so obvious.”
Kuaaaah-!!
Heuk Taedo swung his blade. The wind pressure surged, scattering all the debris from the ground.
“I have to go. This was what I’ve been waiting for. Of course I have to go.”
Something strange emanated from the man speaking those words.
The shadow on the ground.
Black energy rising from that place climbed up the man’s body.
The energy wrapped around his form like a tattoo.
His blade was darkened with soot, and the energy binding his entire body accentuated his savage appearance.
‘That is….’
Seeing his state, I recognized what it was.
I had read about it in the information.
Certainly the name was-
‘Ink Shadow Master.’
One of the Peng Clan’s secret techniques.
Energy emanating from inner cultivation wrapped around the body, creating a form as if a shadow were draped upon it, or so the description had said.
‘That’s exactly it.’
Heuk Taedo’s appearance matched perfectly. Just as described.
“Little Sword Saint.”
Pad-pad-pad. Heuk Taedo spoke as he took a step forward.
“I’m glad to have met you. I was briefly disappointed. But perhaps that too was intentional.”
“….”
I didn’t know what nonsense he was spouting, but I didn’t respond.
“Hani, I will repay you. I’ll show you what I’ve cultivated.”
“…You don’t have to show me?”
“I can’t do that. I’ve received something. So then.”
Boom-!!!
“Here I come-”
Heuk Taedo shattered the ground as he rushed toward me.
His speed was far superior to before. He closed the distance in an instant.
‘This is bad.’
I thought while biting my lip. It seems.
‘…I can’t hold back anymore.’
If things continued like this, there was nothing more I could do. So I had no choice.
‘The Old Man won’t get angry, will he.’
Losing while at least trying something was a hundred times better than simply losing.
The Old Man would say it that way.
Whoooosh-!!
Light surged through the Gwangwol Seomgyeong and Wol Seon-geom.
My inner cultivation rotated, filling my entire body.
Just like that.
콰아아아아아—!!!
Light surged upward.
Wol Cheon.
Once again, the moon invaded me.

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