The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 410

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 410
“…Bangseong-yeon wins.”
I announce the victory from the martial contest while observing Yoo Yul. A faint yet unmistakable competitive spirit gleams in his eyes—a light I had never seen from him before.
His usual smiling eyes were now filled with an alien intensity.
‘So even this man expresses such things.’
Curious, but not surprising. What I see now extends far beyond Yoo Yul’s competitive spirit.
‘Those eyes.’
The pupils lurking behind him. Watching them, I couldn’t help but click my tongue inwardly.
‘Tsk.’
Irritating.
That thing continuing to wander about. Which is why it needed to be dealt with.
‘How should I do it.’
I pondered. How could I handle it.
No, that’s not quite right….
‘How can I.’
Deal with it without leaving a trace.
Eliminating it isn’t difficult in itself.
‘That’s what I’ve lived doing.’
My entire life’s work lay in that field, and while I may know nothing of martial arts, I was confident in that particular expertise.
‘So if I seize the opportunity, I can strike.’
The problem is.
‘It’s not an easy target.’
From what I can see, those eyes themselves are formidable.
More intense than expected. Not in terms of spiritual energy or completeness.
‘I can’t see it clearly.’
The composition of the soul forming those eyes doesn’t register properly in my vision. Yet this alone tells me it’s a formidable opponent.
Regardless of anything else.
‘The fact that my eyes can’t grasp it.’
Means the being that created those eyes manipulates immortal-grade spirits, or.
‘Wields a Demon God-grade soul.’
A superior deity.
Without handling one, there’s no way to evade my sight. No matter how much one binds their soul with chains to kill their karma….
‘My eyes are special.’
The Celestial Eyes. Among them, eyes capable of perceiving and seeing divinity itself.
Why else would Grandmother have spent her entire life trying to conceal my eyes.
Click.
I sheathed my sword and turned to descend.

* * *
Right after finishing my first match, I encountered Cheon Euijin and Yoo Yeon below the arena.
The two of them were standing close together for some reason.
Were they close? It didn’t really seem that way.
‘Come to think of it, Cheon Euijin was openly uncomfortable around Yoo Yeon.’
Yoo Yeon was the type of person who was difficult to get close to. Perhaps because of that, throughout their time together, Cheon Euijin had been visibly uncomfortable around her.
That was definitely the case.
“What brings the two of you together?”
Cheon Euijin reacted to my questioning tone.
“Ah. It just… happened?”
As he spoke, he glanced sideways at Yoo Yeon. What was this?
‘What’s going on?’
He seemed to be gauging the situation. As if—
‘He’s lying.’
There was a reason they were together, but he was pretending there wasn’t. That was exactly it.
My eyes narrowed instinctively. I stared at Yoo Yeon with a scrutinizing gaze, but
“….”
Yoo Yeon quietly turned her head away. She was avoiding my eyes.
“Hey. Why are you avoiding my gaze?”
“….”
“Young Master Cheon?”
“Yes? Yes?”
“What were you two doing?”
“I’m not sure. No, wait. We were just watching.”
“….”
This was absurd.
‘How can someone be this bad at lying?’
The way he stumbled over his words was almost amusing. I was too exasperated to press further.
‘…There must be a reason.’
If there was something they couldn’t say, there had to be a reason for it.
Pressing them didn’t suit my nature.
“…Fine, whatever.”
When I casually nodded, both of them let out quiet sighs of relief, thinking they’d gotten away with it.
‘…What is this?’
If they were going to be this obvious about it, why bother hiding in the first place?
A hollow laugh escaped me, but I let it go.
Besides.
‘Right now.’
I needed to focus on something else rather than those two. I turned my head to look up at the arena.
Yoo Yul had taken his place on the stage. Along with his opponent.
Clang.
The two of them drew their swords. Watching this, I sensed something peculiar.
‘His expression.’
Yoo Yul was not smiling. An expressionless face I’d never seen before. The atmosphere was completely different from when he smiled, and I found myself flinching without realizing it.
‘What is this.’
Why was such an aura emanating from him? I was observing in confusion when.
“Martial contest.”
The referee’s voice rang out.
“Begin—!”
Along with the brief shout.
Crack.
“Huh?”
“What?”
“Wha—?”
The spectators gasped. Something flew through the air. A sword. The shattered end of a blade was cutting through the void.
Clang.
The broken sword rolled across the ground.
“…what….”
The sword’s owner wore a dazed expression. There was no helping it.
‘Just now….’
What had just happened?
Yoo Yul stood motionless in place. What was remarkable was that the sword he had drawn was already back in its scabbard.
‘In an instant.’
In that brief moment, Yoo Yul had drawn his sword, cut through his opponent’s blade, and struck it down.
What this meant was simple.
‘Before the opponent could even coat their blade with sword energy.’
Once sword energy enveloped the blade, its durability increased. It couldn’t have shattered so easily.
Which meant he had destroyed the sword before the energy could even be applied.
‘I couldn’t see that moment.’
I hadn’t seen the instant when Yoo Yul struck.
‘Unbelievable.’
How fast would one need to be to accomplish this? It was beyond comprehension.
“….”
I felt his gaze. Yoo Yul. He was looking directly at me.
Frowning as I met his narrow eyes.
-How was that.
His voice reached me through telepathy.
-Does that answer your question?
‘Hah.’
Hearing the telepathic message, I let out a hollow laugh.
I didn’t bother thinking about what answer to give. The answer was already clear anyway.
I didn’t pay much attention to Yoo Yul’s words either.
I was simply curious.
‘Why.’
Why was this man so concerned with me? That’s what I wanted to know.
Then.
Swish. Clang. Yoo Yul drew his sword slightly and sheathed it again.
A small gesture, but its meaning was fierce.
“The rest period is over.”
“What…?”
“Let’s proceed with the next match immediately.”
Yoo Yul spoke with a smile. By sheathing his sword, he signaled that the previous match was completely finished.
“…Right now?”
“Yes. Let’s go. There’s no need to wait any longer. It wasn’t particularly taxing anyway.”
“…”
Upon hearing this, my previous opponent frowned. But having nothing to say, he merely gritted his teeth and descended from the arena.
“Come.”
Yoo Yul looked at me then.
“Come up.”
“…”
“Shouldn’t we do what needs to be done?”
His calm words rang out unusually loud. It was because everyone else was silent.
All eyes turned toward me. It seemed I’d drawn unwanted attention.
‘Damn.’
A sigh escaped me. Irritation was rising, yet absurdly, my feet were already climbing onto the arena.
“…Bang Disciple, are you alright?”
This time the referee asked me. I nodded in response.
“Yes. Well… I’m fine too.”
Meaning I wasn’t particularly exhausted.
It was a lie.
‘Not exhausted, huh.’
Having used Wol Cheon even briefly, fatigue was accumulating steadily in my body.
‘Still.’
I wasn’t accustomed to it. Even after achieving a complete transformation at the pinnacle, it was the same.
It was truly a mad martial art. The effects were certain, but the backlash that followed was devastating.
As I was acutely feeling this.
“Should I have given you more rest time?”
Yoo Yul spoke with a smile. Hearing that, I frowned.
“It’s not necessary.”
“Is that so? Hmm. You seemed like you needed it. Was I mistaken?”
“….”
A sharp individual. Did he notice my fatigue? How did he see that?
“You really don’t need it?”
“…I don’t.”
Was it pride? Or stubborn insistence rooted in competitive spirit?
From my perspective, it was nothing but pointless pride. It didn’t suit me at all.
‘Why does this keep happening?’
Whenever I got entangled with this man, I found myself displaying such pride.
I couldn’t understand it.
“Is that so? Then that’s fortunate.”
Shing.
Yoo Yul drew his sword. Seeing that, I drew mine as well.
The surroundings fell silent. It had been that way since we stepped onto the arena.
Even the soft whispers and murmurs had faded away.
I turned my gaze toward that silence. My eyes moved toward where Sochul Daeju and Wol Seon-geom were positioned.
The sharp middle-aged man was looking down at us with quiet eyes. His expression showed nothing, but upon closer inspection.
‘Interest.’
I could see interest flickering in his gaze.
“Sigh.”
I exhaled a breath. Before we began the match.
“May I ask you something?”
I asked Yoo Yul.
“Hm?”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
I was genuinely curious. Why was this man treating me this way?
“I don’t think I’ve done anything. So why are you showing so much interest?”
I didn’t sense any malice from him. That made it even more irritating. He was doing this without any malice whatsoever.
“Hmm….”
At my question, Yoo Yul scratched his cheek.
Then.
“Does there need to be a reason?”
“What?”
“If I had to explain, I was simply curious.”
Whoosh.
The tip of his sword pointed toward me. In the moment I was gazing at the blade gleaming with light.
“About the value of someone who took my position.”
“…What?”
At his words, my brow furrowed. What did he just say?
“What position are you talking about…?”
“Your position, that is.”
“What position could I possibly have—”
“Geomseong’s Predecessor.”
A soft breath escaped.
As Yoo Yul spoke, energy gradually surged through his body. Martial force enveloped him in a pale aura.
“That position. It was originally mine.”
“…?”
I had never heard such words before. What kind of nonsense was this?
My face went blank with bewilderment.
“Ah— you needn’t concern yourself with it. It’s already in the past…. I hold no lingering attachments to it.”
His smile didn’t quite reach my ears.
“After all, I’ve already obtained what I sought.”
By the time azure flames engulfed even his blade.
“So I’m simply curious.”
The smile vanished from Yoo Yul’s face.
“Just how capable are you, sitting in a seat I never occupied?”
A chill ran down my spine.
‘What is this.’
Goosebumps erupted across my back. Yoo Yul’s expressionless face and the killing intent radiating from his blade forcibly awakened my body.
“So I wish you would show me. Moreover.”
Yoo Yul added quietly.
“I hope this time will be different from last.”
“….”
With those words.
“Match—”
The Referee raised his hand and brought it down swiftly.
“Begin—”
At that signal, Yoo Yul’s presence vanished.
‘I lost him.’
I opened Wol-an too late. I couldn’t see because I’d lost track. Then.
A sharp sensation.
‘…!’
I felt something from my left. I moved my blade. But instead of defending my left, I scattered my sword to the right.
Clang—!!!
Blades collided, sending sparks flying.
“Oh!”
Yoo Yul was startled. He had truly appeared from the right.
“Impressive. How did you know?”
“….”
I clenched my teeth, watching him smile with satisfaction.
‘Damn it.’
‘That seat. It was originally mine.’
Those words echoed strangely in my ears.
Somehow, I would emerge victorious.
I steeled my resolve with that conviction.

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