The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 245

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 245
쿠아아아아아—-!!!!
Debris shot skyward. The pristine martial arena shattered in an instant, scattering chaotically in all directions.
As energy surged upward, a violent gust of wind engulfed my entire body.
“Ugh!?”
The wind struck and hurled me backward. Before I could react, my body was already swept beyond the arena’s edge.
Struggling to maintain my footing as I stumbled, Yoo Yeon caught my back and steadied me safely.
“…Ah, thank you.”
Just as I was about to offer my gratitude.
쿠우우우우우웅—!!!
“…!”
The crushing pressure froze my body solid.
“Gasp….”
My breath caught. The very air had transformed. The cold winter weather meant nothing—replaced by something vast and unfathomable.
I forced my trembling head upright against my instincts, fixing my gaze on a single point.
‘…There.’
The epicenter of this vast and wondrous aura.
Shin Chang.
An overwhelming pressure was pouring forth from the current Martial Arts Alliance Leader.
A symphony of presence. Shin Chang’s existence saturated the entire vast audience seating and martial arena.
‘Is that it…?’
Is that what an absolute master is.
It was on an entirely different level from what I felt in the disciples’ matches.
A true martial artist.
The aura emanating from the genuine hero who had distinguished himself in the Celestial Demon Tournament far exceeded my imagination.
“Who are you.”
Shin Chang drew his spear and asked.
To the old man shrouded in the black wind-robe before him.
A figure who had appeared suddenly.
As he posed the question while observing the old man, the old man moved.
His withered, worn hand stirred ever so slightly.
SHWACK—!
A sword materialized from nowhere, grasped in his hand.
“Who am I, you ask?”
Drag, drag, drag, drag.
A thin, murky voice. Devoid of any vitality, it made my skin crawl without warning.
That was not all.
‘What is that.’
Nausea surged up my throat.
Merely looking at it made my stomach churn.
‘…What in the world is that?’
A concentration of malice.
What I couldn’t feel or see when it was near now became painfully obvious at this distance.
Something behind the Old Man’s back.
That thing.
‘What the Patcheon-gung Thugs carried with them.’
A trace of Patcheon Gung that had somehow become visible.
A form of malevolent energy artificially compressed together.
It was clearly positioned behind that old man’s back.
More distinct and grotesque than anything else.
‘Dangerous.’
I wanted to look away immediately.
This was beyond standard measurements.
‘…A Mountain Spirit? No.’
It surpassed even Mountain Spirit tier.
A higher deity.
‘In my past life.’
It was the kind of bizarre entity that would have swept through an entire city as a calamity.
Just remembering those times still made my teeth chatter.
‘…When I think of that nonsense about stopping it.’
I should never entangle myself with something like that again.
That’s how I’ve been living.
‘…This is ridiculous, truly.’
And yet here I am, witnessing it right before my eyes.
Cold sweat dripped down. Who in the world was this man?
What kind of life must one live to carry something like that within their body?
Just as these questions arose in my mind.
“…You know who I am better than anyone else, don’t you? Shin Chang.”
“….”
Shin Chang’s face contorted at the Old Man’s words.
The aura I felt grew even more intensely active.
“I see.”
Shin Chang nodded as if he understood, and then.
휘리리리리릭—!!!
He began to violently spin the massive spear he held.
The force of the raging whirlwind grew even stronger.
“Uuuaaahhh!”
“Kyaaaaa—!!”
As screams began to pour from the audience stands under the relentless tempest.
Shin Chang spoke to the Old Man.
“So you are the Gungju of Patcheon-gung.”
“…!”
Upon hearing those words, I widened my eyes.
‘The Gungju of Patcheon-gung…?’
Gungju meant nothing less than.
‘The leader of Patcheon-gung.’
This figure was the commander of those mysterious Patcheon-gung thugs.
And.
‘…That person.’
Was this the one who claimed to have killed Yoo Cheon-gil with his own hands?
Thump. Thump.
My heart raced.
The moment I laid eyes on the Old Man and the musical instrument behind him, my heart began to pound wildly.
Mixed with other reasons, it beat even more violently.
Was it because of the Gungju? Or because of that instrument?
Setting that aside, fundamentally.
‘Why suddenly?’
How had this Gungju intruded upon the martial arena? And here, at the very headquarters of the Martial Arts Alliance no less.
‘….’
I steadied my breathing and my mind raced. I couldn’t comprehend such a brazen appearance.
Did he possess such confidence in his strength?
Or perhaps.
‘…Ah.’
I turned to look behind.
Surely not.
“…This.”
I surveyed the surroundings and narrowed my eyes.
My suspicion was correct.
Whether or not he possessed confidence in his strength, an entity of his caliber would never make such a reckless choice without reason.
There was only one conclusion.
‘He had created the conditions to make it possible.’
My mind clicked into place. The Patcheon-gung thugs scattered throughout the streets.
As the pieces overlapped, the situation became clear.
I saw it.
‘They were here.’
The martial artists of Patcheon-gung suddenly positioned throughout this place.
“Everyone! Evacuate immediately!”
“It’s dangerous—evacuate at once–!!”
Screech—!
“Cough!”
“What!?”
A Martial Arts Alliance warrior who was ordering the audience and people to evacuate gets stabbed by a blade.
It came from someone wearing the same Martial Arts Alliance uniform.
“Disciple Jeong—! How could you…!!”
The person beside him reacts in shock.
Thwack—!
“Cough!”
He suffers the same fate. But that’s not all.
Kyaaaaaaaa—!!!
Screams erupted from all directions.
It meant something had begun.
My eyes dart rapidly. To assess the situation? No, that’s not it.
Ahhhhh—!!
Amid the screams, I tensed my legs. First, I move. That was my decision.
“There! You must move immediately!”
Someone approaches Yoo Yeon and me. A figure wearing a Martial Arts Alliance uniform.
“An unexpected attack seems to have occurred… Let’s evacuate first—!”
The man approaches urgently as he speaks.
Before I could even hear it all, I spoke first.
“Ah… Thank you. Where should we move to?”
“The Disciples are gathered over there, so let’s head that way first…”
At my words, the man draws closer. The distance was right.
Thwack—!
“Gack!?”
I drew my blade and thrust it into the man’s throat.
The man, suddenly attacked, widens his eyes.
Seeing that, I bit my lip.
‘This bastard is from Patcheon-gung.’
The musical instrument visible behind him. This man also seemed to be a Patcheon-gung warrior.
It wasn’t certain. Because it wasn’t certain, I had to make a choice.
And this was the choice I made.
However.
‘It was shallow.’
The blade didn’t embed properly in his throat.
“Gugh… Ugh…!”
The man tries to draw a blade from his waist.
The distance was too close. This is dangerous.
Just as the blade was about to fly toward me.
Whoosh—! Clang—!!
“Cough!”
Another blade extended and struck against mine.
The sword embedded in the man’s neck was driven out by the impact, and his throat was severed.
Thud—!
The severed head rolled across the ground, and the man’s corpse fell lifelessly to the floor.
Blood poured from the collapsed body.
“…Haah… Hah….”
Catching my breath, I glanced to the side. I was looking at Yoo Yeon, the figure who had struck my blade to help me.
She was staring at me with eyes that seemed somehow hardened.
“…Thank you.”
When I thanked her for the help, Yoo Yeon nodded.
“…But why did you help me?”
“….”
It was puzzling. From Yoo Yeon’s perspective, it must have looked like I was simply attacking a Martial Arts Alliance disciple one-sidedly.
I couldn’t understand why she would help me, so I asked.
Yoo Yeon pondered for a moment, then moved her lips to speak.
-It seemed like it would be okay.
“….”
I didn’t ask further about her brief response.
There wasn’t time for such a conversation anyway.
I wasn’t certain whether that person was truly a martial artist from Patcheon-gung.
‘…For now….’
I decided not to think about such things. What mattered was surviving the immediate crisis unfolding before me.
Aaaahhhhh—!!!
A scream echoed out.
Then.
[Listen well.]
My eyes widened at the voice that reached me.
[First, distance yourself from this place.]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke with a resolute expression.
[Staying here will only bring harm to him, so move away first.]
Him. At those words, I looked toward one location—where Shin Chang was.
Kugugugung—!!
Something had begun. The problem was.
‘I can’t see.’
Crash—! Screech screech—!!! I heard sounds of impact and tearing, but no one appeared in the direction from which the sounds came.
No, I could see something.
Only the briefest glimpse of a silhouette.
Which meant.
‘The sound cannot keep pace with the body.’
He was moving so fast that sound itself lagged behind.
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of it all.
‘…I need to escape.’
I had to distance myself from this place immediately. As I recalled this and moved to act—
[Ah, wait.]
Yoo Cheon-gil called out to stop me.
[Take the Divine Sword with you.]
“….”
At his words, I glanced to the side. The Divine Sword lay not far from where I stood.
‘What?’
I could have sworn it was on the opposite side earlier. When had it come so close?
Perhaps the wind had carried it here. I assessed the situation briefly, then grasped the sword and bolted forward.
“…Bang Disciple!”
A voice reached my ears. Turning my head toward the familiar cry calling out to me—
‘…Is that really her?’
Muyong Youngsoon was rushing toward me in desperation.
Her carefully arranged clothes were completely torn and disheveled.

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콰가가가각—!!
Kkirik-!!
Fragments scattered as collisions erupted. With each exchange of blows, the surroundings crumbled and collapsed.
A monster of unparalleled strength, they called it.
Grotesque beings who had transcended the boundaries of humanity itself.
Among them, those who occupied an absolute position were known to the world as supreme masters.
And among those supreme masters stood one who had touched the realm of the Celestial Demon.
Shin Chang, Jeok Ho-myeong.
An elderly giant standing eight feet tall wielded his spear with frenzied intensity.
With each swing of his weapon, a violent gale erupted.
The raging winds shook the earth as if an earthquake had struck.
Kugagagagakang–!!!
The ground caved inward beneath his footstep, and he channeled that force through his spear in a sweeping arc.
The Spear of Absolute Power.
Tuwoong-!!
The spear’s tip, bristling with malevolent force, flew directly toward his opponent.
Kkirik-!!
Yet the opponent deflected the attack with a subtle turn of the sword’s flat, sending it careening away.
Tuwoong-!!
The energy erupted skyward, bursting like fireworks.
Jeok Ho-myeong’s face twisted in frustration, but his movements never ceased.
Kwang-kwang-!
Despite his massive frame, his movements were swift—a barrage of attacks at a speed my eyes could no longer track.
It was a display that unmistakably demonstrated the prowess of an absolute master.
“How unfortunate.”
Yet my opponent did not yield to Jeok Ho-myeong and simply continued to wield his sword.
“Is that not so, Shin Chang?”
“….”
Even as collisions erupted in succession, the Old Man spoke to Jeok Ho-myeong.
“Had your eyes remained intact, or had you not shown an opening to protect that bloodied wretch… it would have been a more worthy battle.”
“Hold your tongue.”
Jeok Ho-myeong thrust his spear as though annoyed by the words.
Screech—! Clang—!!
Once again, the attack was blocked.
The force behind it was weaker than before.
Jeok Ho-myeong’s gaze fell upon the source. The wound on the arm holding the spear—that was the problem.
“If you’re not disappointed, you’d be lying, wouldn’t you? So I don’t understand. Why did you block for him instead?”
It had just happened moments ago.
During his duel with Shin Chang, the Old Man had launched an offensive toward me, which Jeok Ho-myeong had intercepted.
The wound sustained then was this one, but the damage was severe for such a wound.
How could this be? As Jeok Ho-myeong examined his arm, he reached a conclusion.
“Poison. You’ve coated it with poison.”
Poison. Something had clearly been applied to the blade.
“Your perception is sharp. I appreciate that.”
At those words, the Old Man laughed.
“…I see.”
Shin Chang accepted this explanation and gripped his spear tighter. The Old Man tilted his head at the sight.
“You have no intention of cursing me for such cowardice?”
“A tiresome matter to dwell upon.”
He simply pointed his spear toward the Old Man.
“The fault lies with those who are ignorant. War has always been thus.”
“…Indeed.”
The Old Man nodded at Shin Chang’s words.
“Well spoken. Wise words, truly. Thanks to you, I feel less burdened by guilt.”
“….”
“Hani, in return for those words, I shall show you something entertaining.”
Shin Chang no longer listened. The battle continued still.
Boom—!
Just as he leaped forward to thrust his spear—
Whoosh—
The Old Man removed the crimson veil that had covered his face.
In that moment.
“…!”
Upon seeing the Old Man’s face, Shin Chang’s eyes widened and his body went rigid in an instant.
And then.
Shhhhwiiing—!!
The Gungju’s blade cleaved through Shin Chang’s upper body.

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