The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 484

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 484
Uuuoong. Based on the sword’s resonant cry, I observe my opponent.
That smiling face remains utterly repugnant to me. Killing intent swirled through the empty air.
A wave of nausea washes over me.
My muscles tense rigidly. My body responds involuntarily to the mounting pressure.
Honwondo. One of the Four Kings of Patcheon Gung.
The name alone leaves much to be desired, yet his abilities are formidable.
‘He’s strong.’
An absolute master. The title fits perfectly. Setting aside his origins, the sensation I perceive is like a wall unto itself.
Thick and imposing.
A wall that appears nearly impossible to breach by any means.
Even looking up at it feels burdensome. Facing something like this makes no sense.
And it makes even less sense that I’ve stepped forward to face it.
‘Regardless.’
I anticipated trouble would arise, but I’d hoped for anything but this. Yet my life has always been this way.
‘Nothing has ever gone smoothly.’
Not a single thing has unfolded as I desired. This situation seems no different.
I held no expectations, yet I hadn’t hoped for it to be this dire either.
‘Let’s see—’
I examine Honwondo with my eyes. A massive frame befitting his enormous blade.
I’ve already heard information from Doyang. There’s little knowledge of his martial techniques. Being merely a subordinate, there’s nothing particularly distinctive about him.
Only the sensation and direction when he employs his techniques adequately. That’s all I could gather.
Better than nothing. From my perspective, that suffices.
“Before I kill you, I’ll ask once more. Martial artist of unknown name. Do you have a name to leave behind before you die?”
Huuoong. The massive blade plants itself into the ground.
“I’ll tell you my name before you die.”
“Arrogant. Good. I rather enjoy such temperament. There’s a certain pleasure in tearing it apart.”
My eyes fix on his arm. The wound I inflicted moments ago has already stopped bleeding. I thought I’d cut deep enough, but apparently it wasn’t sufficient.
That’s fine. This much is within my calculations.
“…What are you doing?”
A voice reaches me. It’s Muyong Youngsoon, cradled in my arms.
“What?”
“What are you doing right now…! You should just go call for reinforcements instead of getting involved!”
“Then just let it be? If I’m dragged away, you know what will happen?”
“That’s my problem. It’s not your concern…”
“Right, as if. You’ve constantly interfered in my affairs because of your own circumstances?”
“…That’s!”
“Be quiet. I need to concentrate.”
This is irritating. I’m already in a situation demanding my full focus. I have no desire for pointless bickering.
The deed is already done. What can I do about it now.
‘I have to do what needs to be done.’
I wipe away the cold sweat streaming down my face. With narrowed eyes, I stare only at the man.
I release Muyong Youngsoon, whom I had been holding.
“Step back.”
“…You…!”
“Don’t even think about interfering. You know it won’t help anyway, right?”
“….”
Muyong Youngsoon’s face contorts. Her expression is clearly visible. It seems she has even discarded the mask she had been wearing all along.
Muyong Youngsoon slowly increases the distance between us. That’s when Honwondo speaks to me with a faint smile playing on his lips.
“I permit combined assault. You may do as you wish.”
I see those behind him hesitate at his words. Should they join in? I can feel them wrestling with that question.
“I don’t need it. If they join in, it’ll just be a hindrance—I can see that clearly.”
They are meaningless. At least, that’s how I see it. They would only create pointless deaths.
I steady my resolve. In that state, I ask the man a question.
“Why are you trying to take away the Moyong family’s daughter?”
Why specifically Muyong Youngsoon?
I couldn’t understand how someone of her caliber would be taken away simply for being beautiful. Judging there must be some deeper purpose, I ask.
“The reason? Isn’t she desirable?”
“What?”
“Simply desirable. Everything about her—even the way she conducts herself rationally in this situation. If something is desirable, shouldn’t one naturally obtain it?”
“….”
My head aches. The reason is simpler than I expected. He simply covets because he desires to covet.
He obtains because he wishes to obtain.
“You’re not even a three-year-old child.”
Words driven by such base desire become endlessly nauseating.
“That’s enough.”
I don’t need to hear any more.
Whoooosh—! I raise my blade, channeling my energy into it. The Guangyue Shen Jing wraps around my body in a subtle glow.
[Are you really going to do this?]
Before I move, Doyang asks.
[…You’ll die?]
I nearly laugh at those words. What a fine blessing, and we haven’t even fought yet.
I ignore it.
I grip my sword and stare at the man.
He doesn’t move.
It seems he’s inviting me to come at him.
“….”
This is the moment I plant my spear in the ground. I shift my feet slightly.
One step. The instant his eyes flicker.
Whoosh—! My body closes the distance to him instantly. Crackle. I thrust forward with my blade’s full force.
Whiiiing—! My blade shot forward with speed, aiming for the man’s throat.
Thunk—! The blade never made contact.
‘Tch.’
It bounced off something. Qi. The man’s protective qi had deflected my blade.
I opened my Wol-an eyes. Something came into focus.
My body moved first.
Kuuoong—!!!
A massive typhoon seemed to tear through the air. Honwondo’s fist grazed my cheek.
Craaash—! A deafening explosion erupted from the ground behind me. His fist force had swept across it.
A single punch. That alone was enough to gauge how formidable this man truly was.
‘No, I already knew that.’
I simply hadn’t realized the gap was this wide. I narrowed my eyes, twisting my waist as I moved my blade again.
Clang—! No different. The sensation of being deflected was thoroughly unpleasant. Why was his qi so impossibly hard?
‘With just an ordinary blade…’
I couldn’t even touch him. I understood. He was right. This was something I should have already known.
I poured more force into Gwangwol Seomgyeong. I sensed Honwondo’s movement. It was a punch similar to before. I adopted a footwork technique to narrowly evade his fist.
Kiiiing—!!!
The trembling blade and Gwangwol Seomgyeong created a sword path above it.
Wolrang. Generating a crescent moon and unleashing it toward his qi.
Craaack—!
“Hoh.”
With Honwondo’s exclamation, his qi shattered. Fragments of qi scattered through the air. Then, Honwondo finally moved his legs.
Craaack.
“…!”
My body shook. My vision shifted. Boom—!
“Gack!”
Something hit me. I was struck and sent flying into the forest, crashing through several trees.
My mind went momentarily hazy.
“Remarkable.”
I heard his voice from ahead.
I rolled away.
Boom—!!
Honwondo’s kick struck the spot where I had been lying.
“You blocked even through that?”
‘…Damn it.’
A curse escaped my lips. My arm holding the blade was completely numb. I’d barely managed to prevent it from breaking.
‘I didn’t even see when he hit me.’
I couldn’t comprehend his movements. I relied on subtle perception instead. I focused my qi-infused blade on defense, minimizing the damage.
“This is entertaining. That sword technique just now, and you…”
Honwondo spoke while gripping his fist.
“So you’re just some man from the Cheongwol Sect.”
“….”
I understood what he meant.
“The Cheongwol Sect, you say? I’ve heard a thing or two about them. Could you be that man?”
“….”
“You don’t need to answer. I’ll find out soon enough.”
Honwondo’s hand extended toward me.
Seeing that, I channeled power into my dantian.
Crackle-crackle-crackle-!!!!
Energy surged through my entire body. I activated Wol Cheon. My body responded with explosive speed, aiming for Honwondo’s chest.
Whoosh-! My blade clashed against his and passed through.
Honwondo’s eyes narrowed slightly. An opening had appeared. Rather than press the attack, I created distance between us.
After putting considerable space between us, I steadied my breathing. At the same time, I removed the leather mask I’d been wearing.
Rip.
“What!?”
“That…. That….”
The moment the leather mask fell away, those watching widened their eyes. I had torn away the disguise.
“Hehehehe.”
Honwondo laughed at the sight.
“Blue… eyes… and snow-white hair.”
“Surely not…!”
“Wol-hyeop.”
Honwondo spoke my name.
“So it really is you. Of course—there couldn’t be another of your caliber in a place like this.”
“How kind of you to recognize me. It stirs the heart.”
I steadied my breathing and regarded him. As I suspected, he had known who I was all along. Since he was playing that game, I might as well do the same.
“What should I call you then? The Four Celestial Kings of Patcheon Gung—is that the proper title?”
“….”
Honwondo faltered at my words. His expression hardened.
“How do you know that?”
“Your impressive subordinates told me.”
“Subordinates…. Those men?”
Honwondo’s expression filled with doubt.
“That’s impossible. They couldn’t speak of such things.”
“You do have quite the powerful seal on them. But I heard it nonetheless.”
That was proof that I knew. When I mentioned it, Honwondo clicked his tongue.
He seemed unable to deny it.
“Very well. Knowing such things changes nothing. The Gungju said it was time anyway.”
“…So you were planning to keep it hidden?”
“Who knows.”
Honwondo’s lips curved into that unsettling smile once more.
“What do you make of this?”
The man moves. He vanishes from my field of vision. My body responds instinctively.
CRASH—!!! I deflect the incoming blade diagonally with my sword. An enormous weight crashes against my shoulder.
‘I saw it.’
Barely in time, yet I sensed it. My eyes dart about. Wol-an struggles to track Honwondo’s trajectory, but.
Sight alone proves meaningless.
‘Instinct.’
Focus. I must match Honwondo’s speed.
BANG—! CRASH—!
My body, tempered by Wol Cheon, strains to keep pace with Honwondo’s velocity. My thighs burn as though aflame.
‘More.’
Honwondo’s heavy blade comes at me from all directions. I cannot block. The difference in grip strength became clear from the first exchange.
If I tried to parry that, my arms would shatter without question.
So I must redirect instead.
And find openings within that flow.
The gaps I create in this manner.
‘How do I break through?’
I know the method.
SCREECH—!! My blade moves in frenzied patterns.
WHOOOOSH—!!! The sword resonance deepens continuously. My gaze follows Honwondo, yet at some point, I focus entirely on my own blade.
As though surrendering my movements to the void, I find stillness within the tempest.
BANG—! SCREECH. CRACK…. THUD….
The sounds diminish. The noise ceases.
That moment arrives.
‘An opening.’
Again, the path converges to one point. I see it.
There. Just like before.
My body moves in an uncanny way. Moving yet seeming not to move. Feeling this, I commit.
My blade traces a line. The sword advancing thus.
SLASH—!!!
“…Ugh….”
I cleave across Honwondo’s chest.
“This bastard….”
His eyes flash with intensity.
“You’ve achieved Sword-Spirit Unity!!”
I failed to sever his neck. Even so, he twisted his body away. My vision swims.
“A monster. To touch Sword-Spirit Unity at your age.”
The blade comes flying. My body lacks strength.
“Fortunate that I found you. I am certain you would become an obstacle to the Gungju.”
Just as all strength drained from my body.
“You will die here.”
[Tsk.]
A sound of displeasure clicking the tongue.
Crash.
“…What?”
My hand moved, blocking Honwondo’s blade with my divine sword. The heavy blade was stopped by the thin blade of my spirit weapon.
“To speak of death.”
My lips moved. It was my voice, yet it was not mine.
“You are too feeble to even reach me. Insignificant creature.”
The Celestial Demon.
According to our pact, he descended into my body.

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