The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 413

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 413
Patter-patter—! Blood cascades down, pooling across the floor. My blade sliced clean through Eunwol Sword’s upper body.
“Cough.”
Eunwol Sword spits blood from his mouth. His eyes had widened considerably.
“…Quite impressive.”
I offer brief praise. Though I received the compliment, my mood remained unsettled.
‘What is this?’
My gaze was not directed at him at all.
‘What on earth—’
A pristine white hand. A translucent hand pierced through the eye that had burst forth from both myself and Eunwol Sword.
Screech—screech-screech-screech.
The spirit trembles. The sound it emits resembles a wail.
After piercing through it effortlessly, the hand sweeps through empty air.
Whoooooosh—!!!
The eye dissipates into the void, trailing black energy in its wake.
The sinister aura I had felt from Eunwol Sword vanishes entirely. It had been completely eradicated.
‘How?’
How on earth was it erased?
[That woman did something unnecessary.]
The Celestial Demon speaks matter-of-factly. As I suspected, what just transpired was indeed the Celestial Demon’s doing.
[Still as repulsive as ever.]
There’s no need to ask which woman she means. It must be Gungwi.
[How revolting.]
Killing intent bleeds into the Celestial Demon’s voice. The moment I hear it, my spine crawls with chills. The emotion alone in those words was enough.
[Focus. This isn’t over yet, is it?]
“…!”
Whoosh—!!
I pull my head back. The blade’s edge grazes past my nose. Fortunately, I avoid the strike.
‘Damn.’
Eunwol Sword. Even with his chest slashed open, he swings his blade at me.
Roooaarrr—!!!
The blue aura intensifies. The energy wrapping around his body surges with even greater force.
‘This madman.’
He still possessed such power? It’s absurd.
Boom—!! I stomp the ground hard and charge forward, attacking him directly.
Crack.
‘My energy is insufficient.’
I lack sufficient energy to maintain Wol Cheon.
‘Even after my rebirth—’
My energy has increased considerably. Thanks to this, I could maintain Wol Cheon throughout most of the martial contest.
‘Not yet.’
Still insufficient. Had this been a real battle, I wouldn’t have lasted long.
“Hahaha—!”
The Eunwol Sword laughed. That madman. Bleeding from his chest and laughing.
It’s becoming terrifying at this point.
Whiiiing—!! The blade flies toward me. I’ve grasped its trajectory.
Clang—!!
It bounces away. Same as before. I’d exploited the habit I felt from observing the Eunwol Sword.
However.
Whirrrk—!
‘What?’
Unlike my calculated trajectory, the blade twists along a different path. The Eunwol Sword rotates with it, moving in tandem.
The tip of the blade, having completed one rotation, comes at me again.
‘This man?’
I twisted my face as I evaded the blade.
‘…Did he mix in a feint in that brief opening?’
The Eunwol Sword anticipated that I would strike down based on my habit and exploited it.
He predicted I would deflect and changed his power accordingly. Then he reversed that expectation, mixing in a feint to attack me.
‘Sigh.’
Geniuses, after all.
‘No different from that man from the Peng Clan.’
That one took some time, but this man didn’t need any. He grasped it immediately and neutralized it.
[Didn’t I tell you?]
The Celestial Demon speaks.
[That man. A prodigy, I said.]
High praise. Yes, I had to acknowledge it.
[Perhaps he could have even rivaled Yoo Cheon-gil.]
But I refused to accept what followed.
‘Yoo Cheon-gil?’
Comparing him to the Sword Saint Yoo Cheon-gil? Absurd.
‘It’s not even funny from someone experiencing a spirit dream.’
I exchange blows daily with Yoo Cheon-gil at thirty. That man is simply a monster. The Eunwol Sword couldn’t even be compared to him.
Craaack—!
Knowing that, there was no reason to give up.
‘He’s slowed down.’
The Eunwol Sword’s speed was definitely diminished. The blade remains sharp, but the decrease in velocity is visible to the eye.
Seeing that, I understand.
‘This man has reached his limit too.’
Just like me, who has reached the end while using Wol Cheon.
The Eunwol Sword’s condition is far from good as well.
‘That’s enough.’
That would suffice.
As long as I wasn’t the only one suffering, I could endure anything.
Crackle—crackle—crackle—!!!
I ignite my inner energy. I felt my dantian tightening.
It meant my vital force was beginning to bottom out.
I ignored it.
‘I must continue.’
I push forward regardless.
Normally, I would have stopped by now. Given my weak disposition, I should have surrendered long ago.
‘It seems I’ve been corrupted.’
Spending time with that fierce old man has changed something in me. My mind has become entirely twisted.
‘It hurts.’
My muscles scream in agony. I’ve long since reached my limit.
My energy was insufficient and my body ached. This is precisely why I despise close combat.
‘What am I trying to accomplish?’
Why am I exerting myself so desperately?
Tsk. I click my tongue in frustration. Then I glance sideways at the martial arena. I can feel gazes fixed upon me.
Among them, I notice blue eyes.
‘Cheon Euijin?’
Cheon Euijin and Yoo Yeon are watching this place. And also.
‘Cheonhye-in?’
Further away, Cheonhye-in was observing here with a worried expression.
‘Is this an illusion…?’
It must be. There was no way Cheonhye-in could be concerned about anyone.
‘It’s absurd.’
That woman worrying? It would be more believable to say Yoo Cheon-gil has been resurrected.
‘I must be suffering greatly.’
With my body in pain, I’m seeing all manner of nonsense.
I grit my teeth and pour more strength into my strike.
Wol-an before me reads the sword path.
Whoosh—!!! The blade grazes across my cheek.
“…!”
The Eunwol Sword’s eyes widen.
A mistake. Both he and I knew it was a mistake. I had poured too much force, causing my stance to collapse.
‘Now.’
Fortune favors me. I never expected him to make such an error.
[It is not fortune.]
The Celestial Demon speaks.
[You orchestrated this situation. It is your strength.]
Whether it was praise or correction hardly mattered.
Whirrrrr—!!!
Now that I had seized the opportunity, I had to use it.
‘Sword Path.’
Wolrang pierces through.
Crash—!!! The Eunwol Sword hastily raises its blade to block. This time, I couldn’t alter the trajectory.
‘Second.’
I unleash Wolrang and immediately follow with a second Sword Path. A pristine flash of light carves a line through the air.
‘Third.’
With the blade rising upward, I execute Yawol.
Crash—!! The Eunwol Sword evades as my blade embeds itself into the ground.
Crunch crunch crunch—!!! The earth crumbles as energy erupts. Veins bulge across my hands and body.
“…Ha—!”
The Eunwol Sword exhales sharply. Immediately after, I sense a tremendous aura emanating from him.
Uuuuuuuung—!!!!
The energy coiled around his blade rotates faster.
‘What is this?’
I execute the fourth Sword Path while observing the Eunwol Sword’s blade.
[Haha.]
I hear the Celestial Demon laughing.
[Amusing. Wol Seon-geom, was it?]
He mentions the Cheonwol Munchu’s alias.
[To think he’d use it like that. A cunning one, indeed.]
I don’t understand what he means. The Celestial Demon’s words don’t properly reach my ears.
Right now, I see only the Eunwol Sword.
‘Ah.’
Then.
‘The sound—’
All sound ceases. My chest lifts weightlessly.
‘This.’
A sensation I’ve felt before. Rising heat pierces through the crown of my head.
I’ve reached a state of absolute focus.
My eyes don’t blink. My breath doesn’t escape. Only my opponent exists in my vision.
The Eunwol Sword meets my fourth Sword Path.
He doesn’t evade.
Whoosh—! My blade grazes his upper body once more. It’s shallow. From the start, this strike was meant to miss.
Why didn’t he dodge? I don’t focus on such things.
‘Fifth.’
I cut.
I win.
All that remains in my mind is that alone.
‘Daewol.’
Daewol—the Great Moon.
I suspended an enormous moon across this azure sky.
I unleashed a sword strike. In response, the Eunwol Sword released what it had gathered.
‘That is…’
The rotating sword energy took form. A solid manifestation of blade force. Yet.
‘It’s not a double-edged blade.’
His sword’s shape resembled a crescent moon suspended in mid-air.
What is that?
I did not know. I simply poured the Daewol toward him.
And so blade met blade.
Thwang—!!!
Kuaaaaaaa—!!!
Pure white light and azure sword energy collided with murderous intent, erupting skyward.
“Ugh!”
Grrrgh!!”
The wind pressure from the clashing energies burst forth from the martial arena. The disciples cried out in shock, and those with weaker cultivation were pushed backward.
Whoooosh—!!!!
The sword energy gradually dissipated as wind tore through, then settled.
Shhhhh.
Dust descended slowly with the fading breeze.
My vision, obscured by the energy, began to clear.
“…That is…”
One of the disciples pointed at the martial arena with his hand.
On the martial arena.
“…”
“…”
Between the two blades, someone stood.
A blue-eyed man of middle years.
“That is enough.”
It was Wol Seon-geom.
He pressed down on the Eunwol Sword’s blade with one foot while gripping my wrist with his other hand.
“The martial contest is over.”
His voice was heavy and resolute.
“Gasp… Huff…”
At his words, I coughed harshly. My knees buckled. The Wol Cheon state had long since dissipated.
Delayed exhaustion crashed over me.
“Ugh…”
I felt as though I might retch.
I forced myself to endure it.
My lips trembled as I bit down hard.
‘I’ve lost.’
My energy wouldn’t rise any further. Even though Wol Seon-geom had intervened, nothing seemed to change.
“Haa.”
A sigh escaped my lips.
“The victor is Bangseong-yeon.”
“Huh?”
At Wol Seon-geom’s words, I lifted my head. He was looking down at me.
His eyes were clear, sharper than usual, and Wol Seon-geom spoke.
“Well done.”
“…What do you mean by that?”
Unable to comprehend, I glanced toward the Eunwol Sword.
“Ah.”
Only then did I understand.
“…”
The Eunwol Sword stood with his blade planted in the ground, his head bowed. He hadn’t fallen, but appeared to have lost consciousness.
Seeing that, I collapsed to the ground.
“Haa…”
I had won. The moment that thought struck me, the heat that had barely risen surged completely through my body.
Thump.
The backlash of my energy swept over me, and I lost consciousness as well.

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Snap.
A woman in the darkness folded the fan she had been holding.
Her snow-white hair swayed. Beyond her delicate hands, strange eyes gleamed with an eerie light.
“…Hmm?”
She exhaled a soft sound through her nose in a melodious voice. Bewilderment filled the tone.
“What is this?”
The woman flicked her fingertips. The energy she had been sensing vanished.
Someone had removed the veil she had cast over everything.
“Who?”
Who would dare?
Who could have dispelled her spiritual energy? It was impossible.
In all her lifetime, only one person had ever accomplished such a thing.
The master of the Demonic Sect. Only that accursed existence had ever managed it.
‘Yet he is already dead.’
He had even achieved enlightenment with his entire soul. She knew this beyond doubt, for she herself had torn his soul asunder, again and again, with her own hands.
If it was not him… then there existed another who could touch her spiritual energy?
“How amusing….”
The woman’s lips curved upward. In that instant, the air froze bitterly cold.
“It has been far too long. I should move about.”
The Empress of Frigid Qi rose from her heavy slumber.

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