The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 465

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 465
“How did you know?”
My hand moved first toward the woman’s radiant smile. I reached for her hair, but—
Whoosh—! The woman standing before me vanished without a trace.
I shifted my gaze. Wol-an had already sensed her presence. Just a few steps away. There she stood.
She wore her clothes carelessly draped, brushing her hair back with a casual gesture. A captivating sight for a woman, certainly.
“How did I know?”
It held little interest for me.
“You reek.”
“Reek? I bathe regularly. Want to smell for yourself?”
“Not that kind of smell.”
I rose to my feet. The Divine Blade was already in my grip. I spoke while watching the woman’s back.
“Sometimes I encounter people who emit that same foul stench as you do.”
The distinctive aura unique to Patcheon Palace Martial Artists. It rippled behind her.
“…Ah, I didn’t know that.”
The woman laughed. The way her eyes crinkled and that voice—she was definitely the martial artist I’d met that night.
“I thought it would work… I never expected to be caught. You’re quite perceptive, aren’t you? For your age, especially.”
“I don’t need compliments.”
Crackle-crackle. I raised my blade’s momentum. I channeled Gwangwol Seongyeong and narrowed my eyes.
“Shall we get to it?”
“My, what an aggressive man. This sister enjoys that sort of thing. But…”
Whoosh—! A floral fragrance drifted through the air. My eyes darted around.
“Not right now. Let’s play next time?”
The woman’s form vanished. As if becoming transparent, she was about to dissolve into flower petals when—
Thud.
I moved. My blade cut through empty space. I didn’t aim for where the woman had been.
Further to the left. I slashed in that direction instead.
Screech—!!
“Ahhh!”
A scream rang out. The woman’s voice. Blood sprayed as she staggered backward.
“…Ah… Ugh… How…?”
The woman’s eyes widened. What a shame.
“I should have cut deeper.”
“You…! How did you know?”
“Know what?”
“There’s no way you could have seen. How did you know where to strike?”
Even bleeding like that, she was curious about that? A strange woman indeed.
“Saying I couldn’t have seen is rather absurd.”
Why would she think that?
“I could see it perfectly well.”
I can see everything so clearly. Not just Wol-an, but the Patcheon Palace energy she possesses guided me perfectly to the path.
“…You can see it?”
Her face was struck with shock.
“How could you—”
“No more questions.”
I had no desire to hear them.
“Now it’s my turn to ask.”
치지지지지지지직—!!!!
I channeled force into my body. Wol Cheon manifested.
“Yoo Yeon.”
“….”
I spoke to Yoo Yeon, who had been watching with caution.
“Take the women and go.”
“….”
“Now.”
She hesitated as if about to join the fight, so I urged her again. At my words, Yoo Yeon finally nodded.
Yoo Yeon moved, leading the terrified women away, and only then did I take my first proper step forward.
Whoosh—!!
The distance closed in an instant. My blade traced a horizontal arc.
I made no pretense of sword technique. This was merely a swing.
The blade’s force left its mark on the honest stroke.
Crack—!!
“Ugh!”
She barely deflected it with the short blade she held.
The trajectory of the attack twisted. It didn’t matter. I had anticipated this far.
Through the opening created, she thrust her dagger at me. Fast. Strong energy was gathered in it.
Good speed and power packed into the strike. But.
‘I can still see it.’
It was clear to my eyes. Wol-an revealed her perfect attack path to me.
I twisted my upper body to evade the strike.
“…!”
I kicked the startled woman’s chest with my foot.
“Gahhhhh!”
A scream erupted. I had struck the wounded area with precision.
She staggered. The impact created distance between us.
“Huff…. Ugh….”
“Seems like it hurts quite a bit.”
“You bastard…!”
She glared at me while drooling blood. Meanwhile, I could see madness gradually gathering in her eyes.
“This won’t do…. I really loved that handsome face of yours. I wanted to preserve it like a specimen…?”
“How unsettling to hear such words.”
Taxidermy? What nonsense.
“But if you’re going to be this stubborn… I can’t just sit idle either, can I?”
Shhhhh—! Energy emanated from the woman’s body. The Patcheon Palace’s power began to stir.
“You must die.”
“…Mm.”
A reasonable statement.
“That’s right. You need to die here.”
“Not a word of protest.”
Crack—!!
“How irritating.”
A voice that had been distant now sounded right before my eyes. The woman’s dagger appeared in front of me.
I dodged as before. But then—
Slash—!
“…Hm?”
A wound opened on my neck. What was that? I covered it with my hand. It wasn’t deep, but since it was on my neck, I used my inner energy to stop the bleeding.
“How is it? Surprised?”
The woman laughed, as if the pain from before had already vanished.
The attacks resumed immediately.
The incoming dagger was the same as before. I watched Wol-an and evaded it.
Slash—! My shoulder was cut again.
A second time.
Slash—! This time my arm.
The third strike.
“I see.”
I understood.
After organizing my thoughts, I pressed forward.
“Ha!”
The woman moved her dagger again as if mocking me. I evaded the attack once more.
“It’s over.”
The woman spoke as though the fight had reached its end.
Whoosh.
“What?”
I altered my movement and dodged one more attack in mid-air.
“How cou—!”
Thud—!!
“Gasp!”
My blade pierced through her shoulder. I had wanted to drive it through her neck, but unfortunately the distance didn’t allow it.
“The initial attack is merely a feint. The true power comes from the inner energy that follows. A remarkable technique. Creating energy in empty space and activating it later…”
“…!”
The woman’s martial arts were a feint utilizing qi—an unusual technique. She could launch surprise attacks while simultaneously fighting.
Dangerous martial arts indeed. Had I not severed her neck on the first strike, she might have died.
“You…”
Crack—!!
I kicked her abdomen. The sword lodged in her shoulder was torn free as she tumbled across the ground.
Flying backward, blood stained the earth beneath her.
Whoooosh—!!
I watched the woman while maintaining the surging power coursing through my body.
“Is that all?”
“Ugh…”
“For all your boasting, there’s not much substance here. Is that really all?”
“…”
Frustration bloomed across the woman’s face.
“Seems like that’s it.”
Her expression made it quite apparent.
Then this should suffice, shouldn’t it? I turned my gaze from the woman and spoke.
“I’ve seen everything here. Why don’t you come out now?”
I spoke while looking toward the forest. At that moment.
Thud.
Footsteps echoed.
“…Remarkable.”
A heavy voice. A giant nearly eight feet tall emerged, regarding me with astonishment.
“I didn’t expect you’d notice. Since when?”
“I’m not sure. Probably from when that woman was exposed to me?”
That must have been it. When I suddenly sensed a presence from that distance.
“…A peculiar one indeed. You are worthy of his careful attention.”
“…”
I regarded the man. He was the one who had penetrated the Gwima’s defenses.
“Doyang.”
He called out to someone. It seemed to be the woman.
“I told you so, didn’t I? Always act with caution.”
“…Shut it. I’m already frustrated enough.”
The woman staggered to her feet.
“…I need to take that bastard down. I’ll tear his face off no matter what.”
“…Foolish woman.”
The giant sighed.
“When we return, to him…”
Just as he was about to say something, I moved.
“-!”
The giant attempted to react in turn, but.
Screeeech—!
“Ugh?”
It happened right after my blade carved through empty air. I’d approached the woman called Doyang and swung my sword, and she let out a strangled cry before—
Thud.
Her head rolled across the floor.
“…Ha.”
The Giant exhaled sharply upon witnessing this. After killing Doyang, I turned my gaze toward him.
“My apologies. One mouth is sufficient.”
“….”
“Since another has arrived, you’re no longer necessary, are you?”
At those words, energy began pouring forth from the Giant.
쿠구구구구구궁—!!!!!! 몸에 긴장감이 치솟는다. 어마어마한 기세였다.
“…How arrogant. Truly arrogant.”
My body stiffened against a force far stronger than anticipated.
“Yoo Cheon-gil. Perhaps because you’re the Jeonin of that monster, you’re insufferably presumptuous. But I acknowledge it.”
Whoosh.
A spear materialized from nowhere, elongating into a long shaft.
“You possess strength befitting such arrogance. This is remarkable. Therefore, I acknowledge it.”
Thump.
The spear was fully drawn, and the Giant wrapped killing intent around himself as he fixed his gaze upon me.
“You will die here.”
“…That’s quite a frightening thing to say.”
I grasped the divine blade. From what just transpired, I understood one thing.
‘He couldn’t react.’
That man couldn’t respond to my speed. I confirmed it.
‘What is his level of mastery?’
I don’t know. He might be stronger than me.
Normally, I would’ve fought while considering each of these details.
Crackle—!
I wrapped Wol Cheon around myself once more and aimed at him.
‘Right now—’
I simply wanted to fight strangely. Is this also Yoo Cheon-gil? Could it be the influence of what that old man did? Perhaps.
“Mokhak.”
“Hmm?”
“That is the name of the one who will kill you.”
“Ah, is that so?”
I wasn’t particularly curious.
“You’ll find out anyway.”
“….”
In response to my words, Mokhak took action instead of answering.
Boom-boom-boom-!!! The massive frame filled my vision. The speed was just as fast as before.
Whoooosh-!!! The spear descended.
I tracked it with my eyes and shifted back half a step.
Crash-!!! As it pierced the ground, fragments scattered in all directions.
I swept the debris aside and moved my blade.
Screech-! I poured more force into the Gwangwol Sword Technique. Far stronger and more solid.
The spiritual energy from my lower dantian intertwined with my internal force, seeping into the blade.
Blaze-!!! Something more wrapped around the light. Blue flashes wove through the white radiance in brilliant lines.
“…What?”
Mokhak’s eyes widened at the sight, but his movements remained unchanged. As my blade drove forward, his spear whipped like a lash.
It only appeared that way because of the force behind my strike.
Screech-!
I deflected it. Then repelled it.
Bang-!!!
I carved through the gap in his energy, forcibly creating friction. An application of the Bangtan Technique.
The spear flew into empty air.
“What is this-!”
Not a bad approach. I wondered if it would work, but it does.
I stepped forward.
First Form—
A thin crescent moon embodying Wolrang’s essence cut across him.
Slash-!!
“Ugh!”
Blood sprayed. Droplets grazed my cheek. Thus, the Second Form.
Third Form.
Fourth Form.
Consecutive sword strikes engulfed Mokhak. He moved his spear again despite the pain, but my blade had already reached its destination.
Fifth Form—
The connected forms flowed as one.
He failed to disrupt the flow.
Thus it continued, dancing between six and seven.
And so.
The blade carrying fragments finally reached its desired conclusion.
Great Moon.
A vast lunar arc.
The culmination of sword strikes wrapped in the Gwangwol Sword Technique.
I seized that weighty sensation and unleashed it upon Mokhak.
“Thi-!”
His cry went unheard. Energy erupted from the blade I had drawn.
쿠아아아아아아아—!!!!!
A blinding radiance erupted before me, so vast and brilliant that it consumed my entire field of vision.
“…Oh dear.”
Formidable. How could it be this powerful? I was astonished at my own handiwork.
And yet.
“…Ah, this is troublesome.”
Upon witnessing Mokhak’s state before my eyes, I couldn’t help but let out a whistle.
His upper body had been completely obliterated.
There was no conceivable way he could still be alive.
“…I didn’t even get to interrogate him?”
I had failed to control my strength.

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