The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 254

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 254
Thud.
The Sword Demon’s head fell to the ground.
Blood erupted like a fountain, engulfing the surroundings, and through it all, Bangseong-yeon swept back his hair.
As if the blood caked upon him meant nothing whatsoever.
The way he smiled, his subtle blue eyes gleaming within, was both savage and beautiful.
Everyone stood transfixed.
A radiant blade. A handsome face drenched in blood.
White hair and a sword dark as ink.
Cruel yet mysterious. As all eyes converged upon that figure.
“The Sword Demon is dead…?”
“The Sword Demon… was defeated by the Protagonist….”
The Sword Demon, whom many had considered equal to the Celestial Demon, had fallen by the Protagonist’s hand.
Those who witnessed this fact felt a mixture of shock and admiration wash over them.
More than the fact that the Sword Demon had returned alive, it was that this Sword Demon—a mere disciple not yet past his prime years—
Had been defeated by the Protagonist, the Sword Saint’s Predecessor. That was far more shocking.
As everyone reeled from this revelation.
“Haha… hahahaha….”
Heuk Taedo, bleeding in the corner, laughed.
“Haha…. Cough.”
He coughed mid-laugh, spitting up blood-tinged phlegm.
Hearing this, Bangseong-yeon turned his head to look at Heuk Taedo.
As their eyes met, Heuk Taedo’s breathing twisted slightly.
“…A monster… truly a monster….”
A light so overwhelmingly intense that he could barely open his eyes.
What exactly dwelt within that body? The light he had felt weak until now.
No—perhaps what he had almost despaired at not seeing had bloomed fully from the moment of their duel.
‘This is….’
Beyond blooming. It felt as though light itself had taken human form.
No one.
Had ever inspired such reverence, regardless of what being they faced—yet the Protagonist did.
The Sword Demon, they called him? Even when facing the absolute masters of the previous generation, it was never like this.
The helplessness born from sensing a difference in caliber.
And the reverence felt upon witnessing an existence one dare not even gaze upon—these were different.
The Protagonist now felt reverence.
Thud.
A hand came to rest upon Heuk Taedo’s shoulder.
It was Bangseong-yeon, who had approached without warning.
“You did well.”
“….”
The moment my hand rose, breath returned to me. A subtle energy enveloped my body.
“This will become something grand.”
Bangseong-yeon was smiling. I wanted to say something, but.
‘I cannot speak.’
Heuk Taedo could not open his mouth.
With energy of this magnitude flowing through the blood meridians, I was conducting the pressure points throughout my body.
While admiration arose from such delicate yet precise movement.
‘…If I open my mouth, I die.’
With energy of this magnitude shooting in all directions, opening my mouth would cause all the carefully maintained pressure to scatter.
So Heuk Taedo kept his mouth shut.
“Sword Demon. That fool seems to have misunderstood something.”
Heuk Taedo could not comprehend it.
‘How… can he speak?’
I am the one receiving the energy, but Bangseong-yeon is the one wielding it.
He too was in a situation where a single careless action could cause the energy to backfire.
Yet he spoke without hesitation.
“Doshin. You are better than that man. Remember this well.”
“….”
He suddenly brought up my grandfather. It could have been unpleasant, yet for some reason, Heuk Taedo did not feel offended by Bangseong-yeon’s words.
For reasons I could not explain, that was simply how I felt.
“Sharp-witted. You perform what you’re told so well.”
“….”
What I was told.
Yes, that was the reason Heuk Taedo lay collapsed on the ground now.
When facing the Sword Demon, around the time Black Cloud crumbled in the Sword Demon’s hands and fell.
‘Listen well.’
A transmission reached me from Bangseong-yeon, who stood before me.
‘The Sword Demon will target Jegal Jin.’
His voice was filled with certainty, as if prophesying an action moments away.
‘You must stop it. By any means necessary.’
Heuk Taedo did not respond. There was no moment to do so.
Bangseong-yeon immediately engaged the Sword Demon in combat after that.
And as time passed, the Sword Demon truly rushed at Jegal Jin.
And Heuk Taedo blocked that moment.
‘…How.’
How did Bangseong-yeon possibly know.
Moreover.
‘Why did he trust me?’
Why did he trust me.
The fact that he rushed forward without even hearing my answer meant he believed I would act that way.
‘This man is incomprehensible.’
Heuk Taedo couldn’t fathom what this fellow truly was.
So he simply laughed to himself.
“What? Why is this bastard smirking?”
Bangseong-yeon frowned as he observed Heuk Taedo’s expression.
After the bleeding had subsided somewhat, Bangseong-yeon withdrew his hand from Heuk Taedo’s body and turned his head.
“Are you… alright?”
The question was directed at Jegal Jin. For a moment, it seemed he hesitated mid-speech, but no one paid it any mind.
“How did you know?”
Jegal Jin responded to Bangseong-yeon with a question instead of an answer.
“Know what?”
“That the Sword Demon would come at me.”
“Ah…”
Bangseong-yeon nodded slightly.
“Whether it was prediction or not, this is something the strategist already knew as well.”
“No, it’s different.”
“Different how?”
“What I predicted was when you assigned that child to me.”
Jegal Jin gestured toward Heuk Taedo as he spoke.
While the Sword Demon and Bangseong-yeon were engaged in combat.
Heuk Taedo suddenly approached Jegal Jin’s vicinity, visibly on high alert.
Seeing this, Jegal Jin understood.
He had heard something from Bangseong-yeon.
And came over here after hearing it.
From that moment on, he had concluded all his predictions.
The information was sufficient. The real question was.
“How did you know?”
How had this young man before him anticipated such a situation?
Not only did he know, but he had even positioned disciples that the Sword Demon wouldn’t dare overlook to block the path.
Jegal Jin found Bangseong-yeon’s ability to predict all of this strange and uncanny.
“If you’re asking how I knew… well.”
At such a question, Bangseong-yeon chuckled and answered.
“It just seemed like it would happen that way.”
“…”
It wasn’t a rational or calculated answer. It was a simple answer driven mostly by instinct, yet Jegal Jin’s expression grew even more contorted upon hearing it.
Was it because the answer was absurd and defied common sense? Of course, that was part of it.
“Ha…”
But Jegal Jin’s reaction stemmed from something more than that.
“…I never thought I’d hear such an answer from anyone but that man for the rest of my life.”
There had been a person who once gave Jegal Jin such an answer.
I anticipated what I myself hadn’t foreseen.
The only man who had prepared for every contingency.
Even Jegal Jin couldn’t comprehend it, asking me countless times how such a thing was possible.
Yet my answer remained the same.
‘It seemed like it would happen.’
Simply because it felt that way.
There existed a man who handled everything with only that single thought in mind.
“…You bear a striking resemblance to my master.”
Sword Saint Yoo Cheon-gil.
This young man’s master was that very strange individual.
Though their appearance and voice differed.
In Jegal Jin’s eyes, Bangseong-yeon and Yoo Cheon-gil overlapped.
“….”
As he stood in silence, observing him.
“Since it seems roughly finished, handle the rest yourselves.”
Bangseong-yeon turned his back, sword still in hand.
“I have somewhere to be in the meantime. Please look after those young ones.”
“…What? You’re leaving?”
Jegal Jin was taken aback by Bangseong-yeon’s words. Leaving at a time like this?
“Where are you going?”
“Where else.”
At those words, Bangseong-yeon pointed with his hand.
“There’s still a man I need to see.”
The direction he pointed to was none other than where the martial arena stood.
It was precisely where Shin Chang and Gungju were engaged in battle.

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쿠구구구구구구구—-!!!
Energy surged skyward with unusual intensity.
Though invisible to ordinary eyes, there was a figure who could perceive it.
Baekcheon-in, or rather.
The Young Master gazed at the heavens, shaking his head slowly.
I could see it.
Something gathering in that sky.
Calamity and darkness converging in a distant, alien manner.
They invaded my eyes, making the world spin endlessly.
“How beautiful.”line>
Truly exquisite.
Truly beautiful.
The spirit medium was right. If things truly unfolded according to her words, I would witness a world of incomparable beauty.
“She was correct.”
Her words held truth.
The world I beheld now was more beautiful than anything else.
“How lamentable.”
This place teems with those repugnant creatures incapable of witnessing such beauty.
That reality was merely a source of regret for me.
Yes. Regret. Such profound, endless regret.
“A world without such beings….”
끼이이이이이이이—!!!
Kiiiiiiiiii—!!!
The air itself screamed. As the energy intensified, my laughter deepened.
“Will you continue standing there?”
A withered, aged voice reached me.
It was the Pacheon Gungju’s words.
“I am in good spirits.”
Only then did I lower my gaze.
“This hardly seems the time for leisure.”
“Is that so?”
I laughed at those words.
“I sent none other than the Sword Demon. Surely I can afford this much indulgence.”
The Sword Demon was among the strongest masters currently existing within the demonic sect.
He could only display thirty percent of his peak-era capabilities, or so it was said.
In the current Martial Arts Alliance, aside from Shin Chang and a few others, none could stand against him.
Much less.
“Had you not imposed such trivial restrictions upon the Sword Demon, matters might have proceeded far more smoothly, would they not?”
The one who had placed restrictions upon the Sword Demon was none other than the Pacheon Gungju.
He could not kill by his own will.
Without that ridiculous restriction, this task would have been twice as easy.
“As I mentioned before, this is an unavoidable sequence of events.”
“Yes, I suppose it is.”
The Young Master erased his smile and turned away.
That man displeases me every time I see him.
If it weren’t for my ambitions, I would have severed ties long ago—or found some way to kill him.
“In any case, since you’ve helped with this matter, you must certainly assist our sect’s affairs this time.”
“I won’t forget. Provided the task is resolved properly.”
“Ha—”
The Young Master’s growl erupted as he sensed the barb in those words.
Kiiiiiii–!!
A surging crimson aura blazed forth.
“Are you insulting our sect?”
“How could I? I know well the achievements of the previous Celestial Demon. How would I disrespect the Demonic Sect?”
Crackle crackle.
The Young Master felt the thorns hidden in those words.
He feared what the previous Celestial Demon had accomplished.
It meant that he himself was not so terrifying.
“You—”
Just as the Young Master was about to respond.
Zzzt—!
“…!”
Sensing something, the Young Master’s gaze snapped toward the sky.
“Hmm?”
The Gungju seemed to notice it as well, staring at a corner of the void.
From such a place.
Shiiiiiii–!!!
Something was descending rapidly.
쿠아아아아아—!!!!
Kuaaaaaaaa—!!!!
A tremendous force erupted from the ground in a burst of light.
“What is this?”
The Young Master’s eyes narrowed at the sight.
“…Ptui ptui ptui. Ah, it’s been so long since I’ve done this—it’s not easy.”
Someone emerged through the dust, coughing.
“…Heh.”
The Young Master gasped in astonishment.
“…You…!”
The figure emerging from the dust was none other than.
“The Protagonist…?”
It was Bangseong-yeon, the Protagonist.
With hair turned white, he walked forward without hesitation, sword in hand.
And.
“…How could you…. What?”
The Young Master, who had been about to add more words, froze upon seeing something in Bangseong-yeon.
It was his hand.
The dark-colored blade held in his hand.
The Young Master’s eyes trembled upon seeing it.
It was unmistakably.
“…The Divine Sword?”
The Celestial Demon’s beloved weapon that the sect had been desperately searching for.

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