The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 375

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 375
When I first began wielding the sword, I harbored no grand ambitions.
[Do not grow impatient.]
There is nothing to gain from obsessing over what cannot be achieved, he had said.
These were words Yoo Cheon-gil had spoken to me—that even upon awakening the sword path, mastering its execution would take considerable time.
I accepted this. The scattered sword paths remained incomprehensible to me, and attempting to execute them felt overwhelming.
Exactly the fourth.
That sword path was the extent of my capability.
‘Could it be coincidence?’
This number matched the opportunities Yoo Cheon-gil had granted me.
Perhaps for that reason, progress through the fourth came smoothly. It never felt particularly difficult, and regardless of the method employed, the sword paths connected seamlessly.
But.
‘The fifth is the problem.’
The sword had grown strangely distant.
I could not connect it as a sword path. So how was I to connect this fifth sword?
Whenever I asked Yoo Cheon-gil, he would only repeat the word impatience, so finding the answer fell heavily upon my own shoulders.
Then.
‘…Is this it?’
From words spoken by Wol Seon-geom, I gained a shallow understanding.
Or perhaps it was not understanding at all. It may have been merely a delusion born from my own thoughts.
Clang—
The moment that thought struck me, I wanted to draw my sword immediately.
I had to draw it and wield it. Before this thought and sensation faded, I desperately wanted to embed it within my body.
This was the first time.
‘I had ever desired to wield the sword so intensely.’
Not back when I wielded it under semi-coercion during training.
‘I myself had wanted the sword.’
This was the first moment of that truth.
Before the sensation could slip away.
Shing—!!!
The moment I arrived at the Training Hall, I drew my blade.
[Look at this one.]
Yoo Cheon-gil, watching from behind, spoke with evident interest.
[I advised you not to grow impatient, yet you move with such urgency. Heh.]
I paid no heed.
Breathe in.
I simply grasped the sword.
And slowly channeled my strength into it.
Whoosh—!!
I began the first sword path. The stance remained identical. I simply wielded it with lightness.
It was identical to Wolrang’s movements. The intensity was lacking, but the delicacy within it remained intact.
‘Next.’
Using the recoil of the sword I’d swung as leverage, I thrust the blade upward sharply. The second sword stroke was an upward slash.
But.
‘This isn’t what matters.’
The upward slash was merely a means to connect one movement to the next.
What truly mattered came after.
Shiiiiing—!!!
I brought the raised sword straight down.
Whooom.
The sword lifted toward the heavens vibrated. Maintaining this sensation, I slashed downward.
Yawol.
To accentuate the moon I was creating, I filled the night sky within it.
Huaaah—!!
As the sword moved, wind pressure erupted.
There was no pause. I dragged the sword forward.
‘Fourth.’
I slashed diagonally. Shwik! The blade tore through empty space with nimble speed.
To others, it appeared I was merely drawing through the air, but to my eyes, I was tracing the sword image I’d seen at Bigo.
And.
‘…Fifth.’
Now the fifth.
I widened my eyes and exerted force. I could see it. The sword image that appeared there.
Unlike the ones stacked upon each other, this one was positioned somewhat apart.
The sword strokes didn’t connect. If I continued this way, they would definitely break apart.
So until now, I’d been desperately struggling to connect them somehow.
‘…I was mistaken.’
I recognized my error.
‘I was trying to connect something that was never meant to connect in the first place—that’s where the problem arose.’
They were never supposed to connect.
Because this wasn’t a sword stroke.
‘I simply judged it to be a sword stroke.’
Since the sword images were stacked upon each other, I’d perceived them as strokes.
‘But no.’
This wasn’t a sword stroke. It was merely a guide.
A helpful indicator showing how to draw the sword.
All I needed to do was simply follow that indicator.
‘Then what do I do with this fifth sword stroke?’
How do I connect what doesn’t connect? The answer to that dilemma was simple.
‘There’s no need to connect it.’
Whoosh.
I shifted my stance while keeping my sword raised.
If the distance between swords was greater, I would move accordingly.
Two steps.
My intent was to strike the sword form directly, without connecting through the sword path.
The moment I took those two steps with that resolve.
후아아아아아—!!!!
“…!”
The Cheongwol inner force erupted from my body of its own accord.
And it was explosively violent.
[Haha-]
Yoo Cheon-gil laughed.
[You clever bastard. I thought it would take at least half a year… but this pointless enlightenment is halving the fun.]
It burned.
My body felt like it was truly on fire. Such an intense energy coiled around my entire being.
Wol Cheon.
The Cheongwol Sect’s divine technique—the one that forcibly induced a state of selflessness—had activated.
‘Why?’
I was bewildered as to why Wol Cheon suddenly manifested.
It wasn’t something I had cast myself.
But.
‘…Setting that aside.’
Beyond questioning why Wol Cheon had manifested.
‘Like this.’
I stared only at the sword form before me. My mind held only one thought.
‘I’ll cut it.’
I would sever that sword form in my mind, just like this.
That singular thought consumed me, and my emotion-laden blade moved accordingly.
Gwangwol Seomgyeong, founded upon Wol Cheon.
The artificially created moonlight swept across the heavens in a single strike.
In that instant.
화아아아아아—!!!!
A flash erupted from the sword’s tip.
Rising light, as if moonlight had bloomed in full, illuminated all directions.
The world, now so bright, filled the entire space.
콰가가가가가각—-!!!!
The inner force exploded. Tremendous pressure surged forth and swept through the surroundings.
“…Insane….”
The scene had become a complete disaster. I opened my eyes wide at the scattered debris everywhere and the collapsed Training Hall.
“What in the world is this…?”
Kwaaaaah—! Wol Cheon dissipates as I expel the breath.
“…Have I lost my mind?”
What is this situation? How did things spiral into such chaos?
“What kind of explosion is this, appearing out of nowhere?”
I merely swung my blade, yet the surroundings erupted in successive bursts. My eyes widened in bewilderment at the absurdity of it all.
Stagger—!
“…!”
My body suddenly gives way. One knee buckles beneath me.
“…Ugh….”
My head spins. Why is this happening? I quickly assessed my condition.
‘More than half my energy has vanished…?’
Half of my accumulated energy had simply disappeared. To think such a thing could happen from merely five swings of the blade.
‘What is going on?’
I cannot fathom it. It seems to be the aftermath of Wol Cheon’s activation….
‘Why did something I didn’t even use activate on its own….’
I have no idea why Wol Cheon erupted again. Standing there dazed, unable to grasp what occurred.
[I understand you’re shocked. But get up for now.]
Yoo Cheon-gil speaks to me.
[There are eyes watching.]
‘Eyes watching…?’
At those words, I glanced behind me. There stood Paewang, his eyes wide as lanterns, fixed upon me.
“….”
“….”
Our gazes meet, and silence settles between us.
“Well.”
Paewang was the first to speak. He addresses me with an awkward expression.
“I’ve committed a rudeness. My apologies. I hadn’t intended to spy on your training.”
Since witnessing another’s cultivation without permission is indeed discourteous, Paewang speaks thus.
“Not at all… This was a shared training hall anyway. Though I suppose that’s become rather impossible now.”
It was a training ground used by all sect members. I had simply used it because no one else was present at the time. Originally, it should have been a space for everyone.
But I’ve just destroyed it.
‘This is troublesome.’
How am I supposed to report this? What seemed like a minor mistake now feels monumentally worse.
‘…What was that?’
What exactly was that blade technique? I pondered this while sliding the divine sword back into its sheath at my waist.
‘What is it?’
What principle governed it? What was the source of that power?
‘It’s difficult.’
Everything is incomprehensible. At least for now.
Then.
“Bangseong-yeon, was it?”
“Ah, yes.”
Paewang addressed me directly.
“That technique just now. Did you learn it from the Sword Saint?”
“….”
If he meant just now, he was referring to that sword technique.
“…Yes.”
He was right. I must have learned it from Yoo Cheon-gil.
“Is that so? Not bad at all. In fact, it was quite impressive.”
Paewang smiled widely at my answer, and something about it sent chills down my spine.
‘What is this?’
It wasn’t just a simple smile. His eyes gleamed with fascination, and there was something almost ravenous in his expression.
“That monster briefly came to mind. I only saw that look during the war with the Demonic Cult… it brought back memories.”
“…Ah, yes….”
[What is he talking about? Who did he remember?]
Yoo Cheon-gil spoke as if utterly bewildered.
“What is the name of that technique you just used?”
“Ah, this one… well….”
Did the technique even have a name? What was it? I glanced at Yoo Cheon-gil. The old man looked displeased, but he answered nonetheless.
[Great Moon.]
“It’s called Great Moon.”
A great moon.
It was certainly a simple and straightforward name.
“Great Moon. Ah yes, that’s what it was.”
Paewang nodded as if he recognized something.
“Good. Then let me ask you something else.”
“What would you like to ask…?”
“Would you spar with me?”
“Pardon?”
What kind of insane thing was he saying?
Spar? At Paewang’s words, I frowned. What was this about sparring?
“That’s… an unusual request, sir. How could I possibly spar with you, Paewang?”
Unless he had a death wish, there was no way this made sense. Did he enjoy beating up children?
I responded to Paewang in confusion.
“I’ve been bored lately. Watching you has gotten my blood pumping.”
Blood pumping? Something about those words made me recoil uncomfortably.
“It wouldn’t be so bad. It could even be beneficial for you.”
Paewang added with a smile.
A sparring match with a master. For a novice, it would be an invaluable opportunity.
‘Why all of a sudden?’
I couldn’t fathom why this man was approaching me like this. If something felt off, I didn’t need to accept it.
“I’ve just finished my training, you see. My body is rather—”
“Is that so? Then let’s do it tomorrow once you’ve recovered.”
“…No. I don’t think I’ll be better tomorrow either…”
“Then when will you be? Don’t worry, I can wait.”
“….”
Those eyes burned with madness. This was bad. It seemed I’d stumbled into something I shouldn’t have.
‘I’m going to lose my mind.’
Was he determined to fight no matter what? Why?
I truly had no desire for this.
“I apologize, but senior, I—”
“If you’re reluctant, then we’ll do it this way.”
Paewang spoke before I could refuse.
“As you can see, one of my arms is injured. I won’t use this arm and one of my legs.”
“Pardon?”
“I won’t move at all. How about I concede five exchanges? If I move from this spot within those five exchanges, you win. Furthermore—”
Paewang raised a single finger.
“If you win, I’ll grant you one request, whatever it may be.”
“…!”
One request.
Five exchanges.
‘…A request?’
My eyes sharpened. A request. There was actually one thing I needed to ask for.
League Leader candidate.
I recalled that. Five exchanges, and that very thing? I asked Paewang then.
“…You’re promising this?”
“Aha. Yes.”
A match with no debt to owe.
“I’m rather good at keeping my promises.”
I had no reason to back down either.

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