The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 407

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 407
The second day of the Cheongwol Conference. The crowd remained substantial. Though only disciples had gathered, the presence of the Three Disciples, Second Disciples, and even First Disciples in great numbers made for considerable attendance.
From the outset, the Cheongwol Sect was a place that never fell short even when compared to the Gupaibang, so the number of disciples was far from small.
Yet all these people gathered despite canceling their training.
Everyone understood just how precious a martial contest between members of Sowoldae truly was.
“Senior Brother, I wonder who will win.”
A disciple spoke with evident curiosity. At those words, the senior brother—a young man—slightly cleared his nose.
“Ugh. Ah. My nose is stuffy. Well…?”
His response was indifferent.
“Even yesterday I thought Seo Seon would win. But everything’s been turned upside down, so I can’t say who will prevail now.”
“That’s true…”
Seo Seon, the vanguard of Cheongwol Sect and its current most senior member—one expected to eventually inherit the position of Sochul Daeju—had fallen to Wol-hyeop.
That fact had set the Cheongwol Sect abuzz for quite some time.
The same applied to the contest between Do-hyeong and Cheonhye-in. No one expected Do-hyeong to be driven back so thoroughly.
No one had anticipated that Eunwol Sword Yoo Yul would be so formidable.
With such unexpected developments unfolding, this contest too was ultimately unpredictable.
“…Then, couldn’t there be a possibility that Wol-hyeop might win?”
Wol-hyeop Bangseong-yeon. The hero of Hanan, called Geomseong’s Predecessor.
Having defeated Seo Seon, he might very well continue winning and claim victory in the Cheongwol Conference.
“That could be. But Yoo Yul is no pushover either.”
The disciple of Wol Seon-geom—Eunwol Sword.
Whatever he had experienced during that long assignment, he had become extraordinarily powerful.
This was something everyone had been quietly curious about.
Who was stronger between Geomseong’s Predecessor and the disciple of Wol Seon-geom?
With the current Moonju facing the Predecessor of the previous Moonju, everyone was paying attention, though pretending not to.
“Moreover… Wol-hyeop seems to have changed quite a lot as well.”
The priest gazed at Wol-hyeop Bangseong-yeon, who had taken the stage before them, unable to help but marvel.
What on earth had happened? In the time they hadn’t seen him, Wol-hyeop had changed so much.
“…How did a person come to look like that?”
He was already known for his handsome appearance, but now he had transcended that level entirely.
So much so that the female disciples, who rarely appeared, had all come out to watch Wol-hyeop.
Though he himself paid them no mind, his eyes drowsy and indifferent.
‘Truly…’
Could that rumor be true?
‘That rumor about undergoing a complete transformation?’
The Bone Rebirth—called a miracle among martial artists. He had heard that one’s bones grew larger and one’s vessel expanded dramatically.
Wol-hyeop’s appearance was exactly like that.
Had he truly undergone Bone Rebirth?
‘At that age?’
It was said to come like a miracle only after reaching enlightenment as a martial artist and possessing long years of understanding.
‘Is that even possible at such a young age?’
Barely past twenty years old. I wondered if such a thing was even achievable at such a tender age.
No matter how much of a genius Wol-hyeop was, it didn’t make sense.
‘…Could the Sword Saint have truly been reincarnated?’
That was actually more plausible. It was easier to believe that the already-dead Sword Saint had been reborn.
That’s why the interest surrounding Wol-hyeop knew no bounds.
Moreover.
‘How bothersome.’
Knowing all of this, I too felt the weight of annoyance.
‘Being the center of attention really isn’t all that pleasant.’
When was it ever pleasant? I’d felt this way since my previous life, and I truly believed it didn’t suit me.
I shift my gaze. Toward Wol Seon-geom, seated at the highest platform in the distance.
“….”
He gazed down at the arena with an expressionless face. A face that revealed nothing of his thoughts.
A figure whose eyes held not a shred of interest.
I suddenly recall Cheonhye-in confidently declaring that she would kill her father.
‘Indeed.’
Just how strong was he? I could already tell that I couldn’t defeat him in my current state.
The problem is.
‘How would he compare to the Five Sovereigns or the Celestial Demon?’
Wol Seon-geom’s exact level remained ambiguous. I’d never seen him fight.
According to Yoo Cheon-gil, he used to wander around as a sniffling brat in the old days.
‘…Where does that even—’
He looked like not a single drop of blood would spill even if you stabbed him with a sword. What sniffling?
At this point, I was genuinely curious.
‘Indeed.’
Just how strong was he? How powerful could an existence be that I couldn’t even gauge?
‘…Tsk.’
I click my tongue. Because I know the source of this curiosity.
‘Now that I’ve grown stronger, it feels like I can reach higher.’
Ambition and competitive spirit.
A hunger that whispers I could climb even higher now that I’ve begun to grow stronger.
I tried to kill that desire. I knew from my previous life, after all.
‘This is the most dangerous moment.’
When you feel like you’ve become something and start puffing out your chest. That’s when disaster strikes.
‘Know your place.’
The riper the grain, the lower it bows its head.
‘The stronger I become, the more I must prostrate myself.’
Walking around with your head held high is like begging someone to cut off your neck.
I hide my neck.
That was the way I had lived.
Clang.
I gripped the hilt and turned my gaze. My opponent from the Cheongrang Society stood there.
This was also my first match, and my opponent was.
‘Oh.’
A familiar face. The moment he recognized me, his brow furrowed deeply.
“It’s been a while, Senior.”
“…Tch.”
The man bit his lip at my words. My opponent was none other than.
‘Seom Seong-gyeong.’
The very person I had fought in a martial contest when I first sought to enter Sowoldae.
He was also the one who had been utterly defeated by Yoo Cheon-gil when he borrowed my body.
“We meet again here. I hadn’t seen you in so long, I thought you’d stopped coming altogether.”
Though I hadn’t been particularly active in Sowoldae affairs, I had still seen several members come and go—but never Seom Seong-gyeong.
“I thought you were deliberately avoiding me.”
“….”
“…Wait, was I right?”
How awkward. Receiving no answer from Seom Seong-gyeong, I scratched the back of my head.
His eyes held a resentment I couldn’t quite name.
“…Damn it.”
With a short curse, Seom Seong-gyeong drew his sword.
“Mm.”
I drew mine as well at the sight. Sunlight caught the blade, making it gleam.
‘This person.’
He was quite strong. At least, he was said to be among the upper-middle tier of Sowoldae.
Back then, I hadn’t fully grasped it because Yoo Cheon-gil fought in my stead.
‘Certainly.’
He’s strong. Now I could see it clearly. The worth and depth of skill that Seom Seong-gyeong possessed.
And.
‘…Hmm.’
I thought I might even be able to defeat him.
“Match-”
The moment both of us drew our swords, the Referee spoke as if he’d been waiting.
“Begin-!”
Whoosh-!!!
Seom Seong-gyeong rushed forward the instant it started. His eyes burned with relentless determination and bitter resentment, tinged with azure light.
Clang clang clang-!!! I stepped back and evaded the swift strikes coming at me.
Sharp.
And fast. I activated Wol-an belatedly. Lines appeared before my eyes.
I tilted my head and dodged the second strike.
‘…Oh.’
I was startled. Not just by the speed, but because the sword was brimming with dazzling flourishes.
‘Was this the kind of swordplay he always used?’
Things I couldn’t see back then became starkly visible now.
The incoming blade was fluid and free. I understood what he was pursuing. But.
‘Something…’
There were moments where unnecessary heaviness seemed to exist throughout his movements.
Perhaps because my Wol-an had awakened. I could see how it could be better like this.
‘…If I’m being honest.’
Slightly.
‘Like this.’
Whoosh—! Clang—!
“…!!”
Seom Seong-gyeong’s blade was deflected. I angled my sword and redirected it in the same direction.
Seom Seong-gyeong’s eyes widened as he looked at my blade.
“You… How dare you.”
He realized I had just mimicked his sword technique.
“…Ha…”
Bloodveins bulged in his eyes. Ah, I was just trying it out, but it seems I’ve made him angry.
“I wasn’t trying to mock you, I just—”
“How much more do you intend to steal from me…!”
“Pardon?”
I showed an odd reaction to Seom Seong-gyeong’s words. A murderous aura suddenly erupted from his blade. Screech—!!
This was.
‘Killing intent?’
It was killing intent. A vicious energy emanated from Seom Seong-gyeong’s sword.
I narrowed my eyes. I stepped back. Creating distance, I pushed his blade away with the flat of my sword. The deflected blade cut through an unfortunate spot.
Perhaps because emotion had clouded his judgment. His swordplay seemed diminished. Openings appeared. Seeing them, I pressed forward.
Thud—! A light push with my foot drove directly into Seom Seong-gyeong’s range.
Too late for him to reset his stance.
Seeing this, I brought my blade down with force.
Night Moon.
Like a massive night obscuring the moon, it poured down toward Seom Seong-gyeong’s forehead.
Thud—! The blade stopped just before touching his skin.
“…”
“…”
Both Seom Seong-gyeong and I fell silent, frozen in place.
‘It works.’
I didn’t even need to use Daewol, let alone activate Wol Cheon.
Seom Seong-gyeong, who once seemed so towering, now appeared infinitely small.
After a few seconds passed, Seom Seong-gyeong was the first to react.
“…This… What the hell…!!”
Violent emotion blazed in the veins visible across his eyes.
“It’s you again…. Again… this time too it’s you…!”
“No…. What did I even do.”
All I did was participate in a martial contest—why was he acting like this?
I stared in disbelief, but Seom Seong-gyeong couldn’t restrain himself and gripped his sword again.
What?
‘This isn’t good.’
Was he really going to attack even though the match was over? The distance was too close. It would be difficult to evade.
What should I do? Just as I was about to hastily cast Wol Cheon.
“That’s enough.”
Someone appeared between Seom Seong-gyeong and me. Immediately after, a massive hand tore us apart.
Whoosh—!!! My chest was pushed back by an irresistible force.
The one who appeared was none other than Sochul Daeju.
“Seom Seong-gyeong.”
He regarded Seom Seong-gyeong with cold eyes and spoke.
“The match is already over. What are you doing right now?”
“…Ugh….”
At Sochul Daeju’s words, Seom Seong-gyeong flinched. His gaze still bore down on me. Noticing that stare, Sochul Daeju spoke with an intense aura.
“Demonic influence has clouded your mind. I order you to reflect until you regain your senses.”
“Daeju…!”
Seom Seong-gyeong tried to protest at those words.
Crack—!
“Gasp!”
The massive Daeju’s fist drove into Seom Seong-gyeong’s abdomen. His body doubled over, he retched, and then lost consciousness entirely.
Thud—! The Daeju grabbed the fallen Seom Seong-gyeong and hurled him off the platform.
“The match is concluded. Referee.”
“Ah…. Yes. Yes…!”
The referee hurriedly looked at me and spoke.
“Match…. Bangseong-yeon wins.”
As victory was declared, applause from the disciples echoed. Hearing this, I too regarded Seom Seong-gyeong with eyes that had grown somewhat cold.
‘It’s because of you…!’
Resentment pooled in my ears.
‘…Because of you…!’
Suddenly, words I’d heard in my past life surfaced, and I clicked my tongue inwardly.
An irritating memory had flashed through my mind.
‘My mood’s ruined.’
I turned my back and descended from the platform. As I came down, I spotted Yoo Yeon, who appeared to have been waiting. I approached her.
“What are you still watching for.”
I spoke with an awkward smile, and Yoo Yeon shook her head. I wasn’t sure why. She then pointed behind me.
“Hm?”
I turned to look back. Someone was climbing onto the martial arena. It was my turn next. And those two were…
“Ah. Right. It was those two this time.”
Cheonhye-in and Yoo Yul.
It was their turn.

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