The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 389

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 389
Wol Seon-geom’s azure eyes gaze down upon me. His distinctive cold and piercing stare makes my body feel rigid, yet.
I could distinctly sense a difference from before.
‘The height of his gaze has changed.’
Where once he looked down upon me with overwhelming superiority, now the disparity no longer felt so stark.
“….”
Wol Seon-geom could hardly be unaware of such a thing, and so he regarded me with an expression of rare and considerable surprise.
After a brief moment passed.
“What has transpired?”
He inquires about the circumstances. Ordinarily, he would not even ask this much—but it seems he deemed this question necessary.
“….”
I fell silent for a moment. What should I say in response? In my haste, I had prepared no ready answer.
I had not even prepared an excuse. What excuse could I possibly offer?
‘My body has transformed so drastically.’
It was not some other matter—my very flesh had changed. There was no way to deceive or conceal it here.
“I encountered a fortuitous opportunity.”
And so I answered honestly.
“A fortuitous opportunity, you say.”
His azure eyes sweep across me.
“It must have been quite a significant one.”
“…Yes.”
It was certainly no small matter. It must have been immense.
“You have achieved a complete metamorphosis of bone and flesh.”
I nodded at Wol Seon-geom’s words. As expected, he perceived it immediately.
“I was fortunate.”
“Fortunate?”
At that word, Wol Seon-geom smiles faintly.
“A complete metamorphosis of bone and flesh cannot be achieved through mere fortune alone.”
Though martial artists call it a miracle, to dismiss it as mere luck would be inaccurate. Both Wol Seon-geom and I understood this.
“What did you obtain?”
He is relentless. Or rather, objectively speaking, this is not a persistent line of questioning, but judging by the Wol Seon-geom I knew, he was not the sort to ask this far.
“…I consumed Wol-ya Myeong-cho.”
“Wol-ya Myeong-cho?”
At my honest reply, Wol Seon-geom’s eyes narrowed.
“It was an arrangement my Mentor left for me.”
“The Sword Saint left Wol-ya Myeong-cho for you, you say.”
“Yes. He instructed me to consume it when the time came. I believed that time was now.”
“….”
It is not a false statement. Indeed, it is true that Yoo Cheon-gil prepared the Wol-ya Myeong-cho, and it is true that he instructed me to consume it.
“So, by consuming the Wol-ya Myeong-cho, you achieved a complete metamorphosis of bone and flesh?”
“I didn’t deliberately pursue a complete transformation, but I was truly fortunate.”
Fortune couldn’t account for it. The transformation itself was something Yoo Cheon-gil had spoon-fed me.
“….”
At my words, Wol Seon-geom simply continued to stare at me in silence.
Then.
“Follow me.”
He turned his back and walked. Dawn. I carefully followed in his footsteps.

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After following Wol Seon-geom for a brief moment, we arrived at a small training hall located behind the Sect Leader’s Chamber.
Judging by the lack of any signs of use, it appeared to have been abandoned for quite some time.
‘Is this the Sect Leader’s exclusive training hall?’
For that, it was remarkably small. Why had they left it as is?
While I pondered this.
Whoosh.
Wol Seon-geom drew a sword from behind. It was a blade that appeared somewhat worn.
“I have a question.”
As he drew the sword, Wol Seon-geom spoke.
“Soon we will begin the competition for the position of Junior Sect Leader. Are you interested?”
The competition for Junior Sect Leader. I’d heard of it before.
“I wouldn’t say I have no interest, but….”
Junior Sect Leader. I recalled that Wol Seon-geom had originally told me to become one.
“I’m uncertain whether it holds any real meaning.”
“What do you mean?”
“Becoming Junior Sect Leader doesn’t bring one closer to the position of Sect Leader. After all….”
Looking at the sword Wol Seon-geom had drawn, I placed my hand on my waist as well.
“Isn’t it impossible to become the Cheonwol Sect Leader unless I kill you?”
A unique circumstance.
Unless I died by external force like Yoo Cheon-gil, or by natural causes, there was something I would necessarily have to do to ascend to the position of Sect Leader.
“Interesting words.”
At those words, Wol Seon-geom chuckled softly.
“Are you thinking of killing me?”
“…Yes.”
I opened my eyes narrowly. I contemplated an answer to those words.
Not what I had thought.
What would Yoo Cheon-gil have answered?
My deliberation on this ended quickly. That old man would have been simple about it.
“Yes.”
I kill Wol Seon-geom. And I ascend to become the Cheonwol Sect Leader.
That is what a martial artist of the Cheonwol Sect should be contemplating.
“Haha.”
Wol Seon-geom laughed at my words.
He seemed pleased with my answer.
“Good.”
That appeared to be the case.
“Words that suit my taste.”
“Thank you. But…”
I lowered my gaze to the sword he held.
“…Why did you draw your sword?”
“You already know, don’t you? That’s why you drew yours as well.”
“…Are you suddenly going to kill me? I’m not prepared for that yet.”
It was a process I’d have to go through if I ever became Moonju, but that didn’t mean I wanted to do it right now.
“I congratulate you on obtaining fortune. As such, I shall impart my teachings.”
“…What about my wishes?”
The teachings were fine, but what about my wishes? He didn’t seem to care about that at all.
I swallowed dryly and asked.
“If you don’t wish to, then it’s fine to refuse.”
Wol Seon-geom spoke matter-of-factly. He truly seemed indifferent.
‘…Hmm.’
I furrowed my brow. Wol Seon-geom’s teachings.
I was curious, certainly.
‘Indeed.’
How strong was the current Cheonwol Sect Leader?
Perhaps I could learn something now.
‘Since I’ve undergone complete transformation.’
My energy had become more refined. This was the moment to see how much I had changed.
“…”
After thinking that far, I drew my divine sword.
Shing.
“I humbly accept.”
Instead of answering, Wol Seon-geom pointed his sword at me.
“Come.”
Should I worry about whether such a worn blade would suffice? Should I suggest he use a proper sword instead? I dismissed such pointless concerns.
Who was worrying about whom?
My opponent was an absolute master renowned throughout the Central Plains.
Did he not know his place despite reaching the pinnacle? That couldn’t be.
‘One must know their place.’
The fuller the grain of rice, the lower it bows its head.
I had to live with such a proverb in mind.
A single moment of arrogance in this world meant losing one’s head.
Clink, clink.
I poured strength into my grip on the blade.
I felt the pressure I exerted differ markedly from before.
Shhhhh.
I expelled my energy outward through my body. Pure white momentum surged forth in an instant.
Boom—!!
Vibrations rippled as light bloomed brilliantly.
Crack—!!!
Lightning erupted. I unleashed Wol Cheon.
Radiant Moon Sword Scripture enveloped my entire body.
‘Ahhh.’
That distinctive exhilaration lifted me weightlessly.
“….”
Wol Seon-geom regarded me with eyes gleaming with intrigue.
My awakened Wol-an gazed back at him.
The sword path still remained invisible.
Boom.
I stomped the ground as though to shatter it, then charged straight toward Wol Seon-geom.
The distance closed rapidly. Our speeds differed vastly.
‘So fast.’
Even having felt it myself, I was astonished. Could the difference in speed truly be this great?
Startled though I was, my stance remained unbroken. I angled my blade and immediately unleashed Daewol.
The first sword path. A blue streak carved through as I drove it toward him.
Yet.
Clink—!
‘What?’
Wol Seon-geom blocked my attack effortlessly. Moreover.
‘…The pommel?’
He’d done so with the pommel, not even the blade itself.
He blocked and casually twisted. The sword path wavered. I drove more force into my lower body. I couldn’t allow it to slip away like this.
Clang—! I pushed harder, forcing it upward.
Fortunately, the blade rose high. Not for an attack, but the sword path was fulfilled.
Yawol.
I drew down the night.
Wol Seon-geom sidestepped half a pace, evading the blade once more.
‘What is this.’
His footwork wasn’t particularly swift. Rather, it seemed leisurely. Yet he evaded with such effortless grace.
Crash—!
The blade’s tip struck the ground, scattering debris. Not yet.
The fourth.
I reinforced Gwangwol Seom-gyeong, embedding the spiritual force composed of Wol Cheon more deeply.
Whiiiiissssh-!!!
A blade faster than before grazes past Wol Seon-geom.
Yes, it grazed him.
I could see his collar torn slightly.
“Hmm.”
Wol Seon-geom’s eyes widened, as if startled by the torn fabric.
Two steps back.
Using the recoil to create distance.
‘The fifth one.’
I prepared Daewol.
Craaaaaackkkkk-!!!
Spiritual force converged at a single point. The blade’s aura maintained its solid form.
‘It’s different.’
Definitely different. This Daewol was on an entirely different level from the one I’d used against Paewang.
The gathering power itself.
The applied spiritual force as well.
And beyond that, even the gaze I faced.
Everything was different.
‘If this is the case…’
Might it work? The thought flashed through my mind.
“Excellent.”
Wol Seon-geom spoke.
Shhhhh.
At the same moment, his blade rose.
Then.
“…!”
In my Wol-an, Wol Seon-geom’s sword path appeared.
Just one line.
Unlike others where I could see dozens or hundreds of sword paths, I saw only a single line.
‘What is this?’
This was my first time experiencing this. Only one sword path?
I was bewildered. Why just one? As I pondered this.
Craaaaaacklllll-!!!
Blade aura bloomed upon Wol Seon-geom’s sword. It was not Gwangwol Seom-gyeong.
This was a secret technique created by Yoo Cheon-gil, and what Wol Seon-geom wielded was the blade aura used by the Cheonwol Sect.
However.
‘…It’s dense.’
The blade aura was like the deep sea. Not merely blue, but deep and serene.
Though clearly azure in hue, it strangely seemed to contain the night itself. The moment that blade aura appeared, the very air felt transformed.
And what of his presence?
‘Suffocating.’
Wol Seon-geom’s existence bears down upon my shoulders like a crushing weight.
My breath catches in my throat.
My breathing constricts, and my body threatens to stiffen of its own accord.
‘I’m going mad.’
Merely a single sword path.
And the existence called Wol Seon-geom.
Just these two things alone reduce me to this state?
‘…I can certainly feel the difference now.’
Thanks to this, I understand.
‘He’s a monster.’
Standing before me is the strongest martial beast I’ve ever encountered.
Indeed, he is no mere Sect Leader of Cheonwol for nothing.
‘What should I do?’
I observe the sword path Wol Seon-geom has offered while preparing Daewol.
Should I evade and seek another way?
Or.
‘Should I meet it head-on?’
What if I don’t dodge and actually clash with him?
There was no time for hesitation. Wol Seon-geom stood watching me, his sword aura already manifested.
I read his gaze.
Go ahead and try.
Such are his eyes.
“….”
Tch.
I’m not one for pride, but to refuse when he’s laid out such an invitation feels wrong.
I clenched my teeth and made my decision.
‘I’ll meet it.’
I won’t dodge—I’ll receive it head-on.
I steadied my resolve.
What would Yoo Cheon-gil have said here?
-Do as you wish.
Surely that’s what he would have said.
Whoosh—!!
I pour all my strength into manifesting Daewol.
The moon gathered at my blade’s edge opens a path.
Wol Seon-geom moves along the path I’ve created.
The line revealed by Wol-an.
Following it, Wol Seon-geom traces his blade in perfect synchronization.
I did the same, gently placing my blade along the path the Sword Demon had carved.
Steel met steel in the next instant.
Clang! Screech—screech—screech!!!
Boom!!!
Our wagers exploded. The shockwave detonated in all directions.
My muscles screamed under the relentless barrage of sword strikes. I gritted my teeth, enduring the violent tremors that wracked my body.
Then.
Crash!!
“Ugh!”
My arm, unable to withstand the pressure, snapped back as my blade flew from my grip.
Clatter!
The divine sword clattered to the floor.
I staggered backward and fell to my knees.
“…Hah… Huff…”
Both my hands trembled violently. I looked up at him.
Wol Seon-geom stood before me.
He retrieved his blade while regarding me with those eyes.
Yet.
“…Mm.”
Upon his face.
“Well done. Exceptionally well.”
A radiant smile bloomed—one of such evident satisfaction.
It was frightening enough to inspire dread.

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