The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 408

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 408
The audience hall fell silent. Only the faintest whisper of breathing could be heard, and no one dared offer any reaction.
Every gaze was fixed upon the dueling arena.
‘Hmm.’
A woman with a cold expression, yet sharp, distinct features and delicate lines.
Cheonhye-in opens her eyes, gripping her sword with an upright posture.
Her blue eyes gleamed brilliantly, and those watching let out short gasps of admiration.
Beautiful. Cheonhye-in’s presence was certainly that.
I’ll give credit where it’s due. Her appearance is pretty enough, but her aura is genuinely captivating.
‘That’s a skill in itself, I suppose.’
An intentionally crafted presence. I knew that Cheonhye-in had deliberately orchestrated this state.
‘Her body must be in poor condition too.’
Though it’s said to be no major wound, she maintains that rigid posture despite the bandages wrapped around her chest. Eyes lowered softly, breathing shallow and measured.
Each element woven together created an utterly mysterious atmosphere.
While I observed it with indifference, I couldn’t help but feel admiration.
‘The ability to control it is remarkable in itself.’
To deliberately craft such an atmosphere—what else could that be but talent?
‘Regardless of the original. I’ll acknowledge what deserves acknowledgment.’
It was superb. This wasn’t something one could achieve through beauty alone.
That’s precisely why Cheonhye-in unsettles me more.
‘There may be no true self left.’
When humans live that way, they forget their original form.
Cheonhye-in is already someone with a sharp mind, and she would immerse herself completely in these false facades. Wouldn’t she herself no longer know what her true self is?
‘At least, that’s what I see.’
I once knew someone who lived that way.
I watched them lose themselves and ultimately fall.
“Hmm.”
Recalling that, I exhaled softly through my nose.
Whoosh. Someone tugged at my sleeve. It was Yoo Yeon.
“What? Why?”
I asked why she suddenly grabbed me, but Yoo Yeon just stared at me without answering.
“What’s with that look?”
“…”
“What.”
Getting no answer, we simply exchanged glances before long, and Yoo Yeon turned her head away again.
This is ridiculous. Why did she look in the first place?
‘Right.’
She has more than one strange habit, yet sometimes she acts perfectly normal.
‘Anyway.’
None of them are normal. Not her, not him—none of them.
Especially.
‘That bastard.’
The man standing across from Cheonhye-in. From my perspective, that man seemed the most suspicious right now.
‘Yoo Yul.’
Eunwol Sword Yoo Yul. With his eyes narrowed to slits and that smug grin plastered across his face, his expression was utterly irritating.
Just looking at him made me inexplicably irritated.
‘Maybe I’m being too harsh in my judgment.’
Was it because I’d made a poor first impression? No matter how hard I tried to see Eunwol Sword favorably, it was impossible. I could only see him negatively.
‘…Tsk.’
After staring at Eunwol Sword like that, I turned to ask Yoo Yeon.
“Hey.”
“…?”
“Who do you think will win?”
“….”
At my question, Yoo Yeon looked not at me but toward the Dueling Arena.
Her finger moved lightly. The tip of her finger pointed at Yoo Yul.
There was no hesitation whatsoever.
“…You think Eunwol Sword will win?”
She nodded.
Yoo Yeon nodded her head. Her attitude was resolute.
‘She’s certain.’
A conviction that Eunwol Sword would win over Cheonhye-in.
Her unwavering attitude was puzzling, but I couldn’t say I disagreed.
‘I mean, I too.’
I was thinking the same thing.
As I mentioned before, I had to acknowledge what deserved acknowledgment.
‘Eunwol Sword is strong.’
That strange man is powerful. From the sparring match I had with him before, I could tell that Eunwol Sword would likely be stronger compared to Cheonhye-in.
So if there’s one more thing I’m curious about here.
“If you fought him, who do you think would win?”
What would happen if Eunwol Sword and Geombong Yoo Yeon clashed? At my question, Yoo Yeon paused for a moment.
Then she gazed at Eunwol Sword with her characteristic mysterious eyes. She seemed lost in thought.
Was this question more difficult? As I watched Yoo Yeon deliberating.
Swish.
Not long after, she moved her finger again. But there was something different this time.
‘She folded it.’
Instead of pointing at anyone, she simply folded her finger.
What could that mean? Not understanding the meaning, I waited for Yoo Yeon’s response.
‘Ah.’
I felt a change in her. Her eyes. Emotion crystallized in her gaze as she looked at Eunwol Sword.
That.
‘Competitive spirit.’
What gleamed in Yoo Yeon’s eyes was unmistakably a desire to compete.
The yearning to fight. She was stoking her fighting spirit at the sight of the Eunwol Sword.
‘Hmph.’
From that, I could discern her answer.
‘She doesn’t know.’
Who would win—she didn’t know. So she wanted to fight and find out.
I could feel that sentiment vividly. And more than that—
Sssssss—!
‘Insane.’
From Yoo Yeon, who was stoking her competitive spirit, I sensed something foreign.
The scent of heavenly murderous intent. That aura emanated from Yoo Yeon as she raised her fighting spirit.
Did she sense it? The Eunwol Sword’s eyes suddenly moved. His gaze was clearly directed toward Yoo Yeon.
Thump.
The moment I saw that, I placed my hand on her crown.
“What are you doing?”
“….”
I suppressed the heavenly murderous intent. Moving my energy as if it affected her soul, I pressed it down. This was the method I’d learned before.
As I controlled the heavenly murderous intent, Yoo Yeon’s aura gradually subsided.
“….”
I could see the competitive spirit fade from her eyes.
Seeing her barely calm down, I exhaled a sigh.
‘This is like taming a beast.’
When heavenly murderous intent flares up like this, I have no idea what to do about it. I truly don’t understand how Seongheon managed to control something like this his entire life.
Barely suppressing it, I turned my gaze back to the dueling arena. Just in case it erupted again, I kept my hand pressed firmly on her head.
Perhaps finding this amusing, the Eunwol Sword let out a soft chuckle.
‘This bastard?’
He’s laughing?
Irritation surged through me.
‘…He’s actually laughing at this…. Huh?’
Then I glanced to the side, and Cheonhye-in was also looking this way. A faint frown creased her eyes.
What’s with her now? What’s she looking at? When I stared back as if to ask, Cheonhye-in quickly turned her head away.
What?
As I was staring at her in confusion.
-We will now prepare for the duel.
The Referee spoke. At those words, the two fighters began their preparations.

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Clang.
Clang.
We drew our blades from their sheaths and pointed them at each other. Cheonhye-in’s eyes narrowed as she gripped the sword tightly.
‘What is this.’
Why was I irritated? Even thinking about it myself, I couldn’t understand.
‘What is that man doing?’
I was just watching since she was nearby, but for some reason, she was clinging directly to Geombong.
Her hand resting on her hair looked ridiculous.
‘Is he living up to his appearance.’
He seemed like the type who had women swarming around him constantly. Was he living up to his appearance? It seemed like someone was always clinging to him wherever he went.
‘…Tsk.’
I clicked my tongue inwardly. I couldn’t understand why I was bothering with this.
I must be insane. Yes, I was definitely insane.
‘This isn’t the time to be concerned with such things.’
Why was I worrying about something so absurd? It was ridiculous.
‘Of all things.’
Was it a problem that my tastes had changed? It wasn’t even funny.
‘Idiot.’
I killed my emotions. If I were to be shaken by something like this, then everything I’d lived for up until now would be meaningless.
The tip of my blade wavered as if swept up by emotion.
It wasn’t good. Just as I was suppressing it and grasping the flow.
“Something seems to be on your mind?”
The voice of the Eunwol Sword reached me.
“…Stop minding it.”
At those words, Cheonhye-in spoke fiercely. Even by her own judgment, it was an incredibly savage tone.
“Aha. Still being hated, I see?”
The Eunwol Sword spoke with an unbothered smile. Even that smile displeased Cheonhye-in.
“Hate?”
Could it be something so trivial.
No, perhaps it wasn’t even that anymore.
“It’s become indifferent. Not hate.”
“Is that so? Then at least it’s not hate, so that’s acceptable?”
“…Sigh.”
A sigh escaped naturally. Conversations with that person were still like this.
Even now, years later.
Cheonhye-in wiped her forehead as if to soothe her suffocating heart.
“But back then, you used to chase after your older brother saying you liked him. Have you already grown up?”
“…Stop spouting nonsense.”
There had been times like that.
A very distant past.
Back when I knew nothing at all.
Whoosh.
Cheonhye-in took her stance.
“Mm….”
Seeing that, the Eunwol Sword scratched her cheek.
“I thought we might chat leisurely. Your temperament is still as impatient as ever.”
Swish. She spun her blade once before taking her own stance.
“Good. It’s been a while since we’ve enjoyed playing together.”
“…Playing?”
Does she still see it that way?
Cheonhye-in felt something scratch at her insides.
“Duel….”
The Referee confirmed everything was ready and raised his hand.
“Begin-!”
With the call, Cheonhye-in unleashed her sword force.
“Huu-!”
She burst forward with a battle cry. It was different from her usual swordplay. A condensed strike stripped of elegance, pure power concentrated into one blade.
Not the dance called Wol Muhui, but a fierce and violent sword path.
Crack-!!!
The blades grazed across the Dueling Arena.
“Oh.”
The Eunwol Sword admired it. Yet she simply dodged.
Cheonhye-in was not surprised.
Screech-!!
The second strike. Having shown her force, what came next was flow.
She drove recoil into her fluidly twisted waist.
Like a ball bouncing away. Light and nimble.
She rotated her blade at rapid speed. Cleaving through the air, her sword rushed toward the Eunwol Sword.
Seeing this, the Eunwol Sword’s lips curved upward.
“Well done.”
A brief compliment.
What followed next was.
Ting-!
“…!!”
Her own blade, bouncing back.
The Eunwol Sword had reversed her grip and struck upward with the blunt pommel.
‘Impossible-!’
The pommel, not the blade? Cheonhye-in’s brow furrowed deeply.
‘Tch.’
I gritted my teeth and reset my stance.
Cheonwol Sword Dance.
‘Swordsmanship.’
Moonlit Night Golden Immortal Blade.
I severed the stars. The unfolded sword force resembled the Milky Way itself. The way it spread leisurely was precious and beautiful.
It was a sword technique passed down through the Cheonwol Sect. Beautiful, yet the dense killing intent within it was clearer than anything else.
A well-trained sword. It was also the result of my own rigorous cultivation.
With this sword, I had entered the seventh gate, so for Cheonhye-in, it was a sword technique of great pride.
“You’re doing well.”
Such a sword.
“You’ve improved greatly.”
Crack.
Along with the brief praise, it crumbled before her eyes.
“…!”
The Milky Way shattered against the Eunwol Sword’s strike.
The stars I had raised were the embroidery that formed the sword.
What should have followed in that pattern completely collapsed in his hands.
Two exchanges.
Two light strikes from the Eunwol Sword destroyed Cheonhye-in’s stars.
Time stopped.
‘…How.’
Still such a gap.
‘You’re doing well.’
The same words I heard last time.
It was the same then as it was now.
Watching the scattered star fragments, a smile appeared before my eyes.
Tap.
The Eunwol Sword lightly touched Cheonhye-in’s brow with its scabbard. I couldn’t tell when the blade had been sheathed.
“Keep training. It wasn’t bad.”
“….”
At the Eunwol Sword’s words, Cheonhye-in bit her lip.
And without realizing it, she glanced toward that man.
Bangseong-yeon.
“….”
Bangseong-yeon was watching the Eunwol Sword with an unreadable expression.
That.
Cheonhye-in felt inexplicably embarrassed.
To a degree she couldn’t even understand.

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