The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 501

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 501
Better than expected.
Far more exceptional than anticipated. That was what Peng Doyen said, observing Gungwi.
My own thoughts upon seeing her were the same.
‘Look at this?’
Why would she utter such words upon seeing Gungwi?
‘What is she seeing?’
What does she perceive in Gungwi? An empty vessel. There is nothing contained within her.
Which is precisely why Gungwi struggles now.
‘Did she see something in her?’
If so, that would be remarkable. For discovering something in that is never an easy feat.
‘No wonder generals covet her.’
It is lamentable.
To possess both keen eyes and a worthy vessel.
‘That makes her prime prey for them-‘
I understood why lesser deities and greater deities alike clung to her so inevitably.
There are various methods to overcome divine possession, it is said.
‘But such understanding would hardly be favorable in the Central Plains.’
Especially for a bloodline of the renowned families called the Five Great Clans. If one bearing the Peng surname receives divine possession?
The appearance would be unfavorable, and it would certainly become a source of disdain within the Peng Clan.
‘Yet.’
Why would Peng Dojun take such a young girl all the way to Hani?
That was strange, but I did not press the matter.
“What do you mean?”
“Ah, no… that.”
Peng Doyen began to speak but closed her mouth.
“It is nothing…”
She seemed to have judged that speaking further would be meaningless. A wise choice. Few would believe her words regardless.
I had made the same choice.
‘It is unfortunate.’
Since I had neither justification nor reason to intervene, I maintained my silence. For nothing is quite as hellish as shallow concern in such matters.
‘Regardless.’
Clang! Crash!!!!
The problem was Eunwol Sword and Peng Dojun, who had suddenly begun fighting. Why were these two suddenly clashing?
“Ahahaha!”
“Ouch!”
Peng Dojun’s blade unleashed relentless strikes, while Eunwol Sword laughed hollowly and let them pass. It was clear.
‘He has grown stronger.’
Peng Dojun was incomparably more formidable than during the Yongbong Assembly. Was it the power of Cheonmu Jiche that mattered? Ferocious, relentless, and devastating. Even.
‘The flaws and weaknesses I saw then are no longer visible.’
The weakness I had exploited and conquered before was no longer visible.
Back then, it seemed like I had overcome it through my own strength, and this time appeared to be the same.
‘Impressive indeed.’
A genius is truly a genius. Peng Dojun’s evaluation rose even higher in that instant.
Crash, crack, crack—!!!!
Eunwol Sword smiled and thrust her blade forward. A wave of energy erupted.
Fragments scattered. It was the secret technique she had mentioned, the Cheongwol Sect Sword.
Clang—!!!
A dull yet sharp sound. A paradoxical wave of energy resonated.
At that moment, the impact created distance between the two fighters.
“Ahahahahaha!!!”
Peng Dojun laughed continuously. His smiling face remained terrifying.
In contrast, Eunwol Sword smiled with a hint of difficulty.
“Your greeting is quite violent.”
“It’s been so long, I had to show this much.”
“…I’m not sure what ‘this much’ means, but I think a greeting should end here?”
“It won’t.”
Clang.
Energy quietly rose along the blade.
“After running away like that, what kind of words are those?”
“Running away?”
Eunwol Sword sighed.
“It wasn’t running away—it was because of work. Shouldn’t we speak truthfully?”
“That’s also running away. There was a promise between us.”
It seemed these two had some history. I found humans quite remarkable. Did those two have such a relationship?
“So, shall we continue?”
“We should. I haven’t even started yet.”
Peng Dojun prepared to leap forward again with his words.
Eunwol Sword sighed at his action.
Whoosh—!
She showed no intention of stopping her blade, gathering energy and creating friction.
Should I really leave this as is? I feel like I should stop them.
While I was contemplating what to do.
[There’s no need for you to intervene.]
The Celestial Demon spoke. At those words, I looked toward a certain direction. Indeed. I had no need to step in.
I nodded. That was when it happened.
Whoosh—!!!
Crash—!!!
“Ugh!?”
“Oh.”
Someone suddenly intervened, deflecting the attacks of both fighters.
The figure who appeared was, surprisingly, Yoo Yeon.
“….”
Whoooosh—!
The sword sang out. The Eunwol Sword and Peng Dojun—the aftermath of blocking between their two forces of energy.
Plum blossoms swirled softly in the air. The energy took the form of petals, drifting through the void.
Yoo Yeon, sword drawn and energy dispersed, stared intently at both of them. It was a clear warning.
A warning to stop.
It was the Eunwol Sword who raised both hands first upon seeing that gaze.
“Ah, well, well. We’ve been scolded. See? I told you not to be so rough?”
At his light chuckle, Peng Dojun’s expression twisted. His gaze was fixed on Yoo Yeon.
“Geombong.”
“….”
“You were here? I didn’t know you weren’t at Hwasan. Well, that works out.”
Then he pointed the tip of his blade at Yoo Yeon.
“I wanted to test myself against you once. I wanted to feel how much I’ve changed since then.”
“….”
“If not him, will you be my opponent? I could still—”
“That’s enough.”
“…!”
This time, I was the one who stepped in. I stood before Peng Dojun and spoke.
“Hey, you were doing so well—why are you going berserk again? There are eyes watching.”
“….”
At my words, Peng Dojun looked at me. Then I saw the corners of his mouth rise sharply.
“Right. You were here too.”
“….”
Ah, this isn’t good.
Should I have just left it alone? Should have let Yoo Yeon handle it and stepped back. Should I slip away now? I glance back slightly.
“….”
They’d already put distance between us. Look at these people.
‘This is ridiculous.’
Handle it yourselves? What is this? A hollow laugh escaped me.
They were truly despicable.
“I’ve changed since then.”
“I can see that.”
His frame hadn’t grown larger, but the quality of his muscles had improved considerably. He seemed to have trained relentlessly.
“From what I saw earlier, you’ve grown considerably as well.”
“…A little?”
“Show me.”
Whoooosh—!! The blade swept across the ground.
“Only then would I acknowledge you as a true friend.”
“….”
I didn’t particularly want his acknowledgment. If we weren’t friends, couldn’t we just avoid fighting? I was about to say as much when—
Whoosh—!! A blade came hurtling toward me. I twisted my head as the sword reached my throat.
A half-step to the left. Then I rotated lightly backward.
Screeeech—!!!!
The sound of the blade tearing through the air was violent.
“Is he insane?”
I grimaced. If I hadn’t dodged just now, I’d be dead. And yet—there was no killing intent. The lack of killing intent was what made this absurd.
He struck at vital points without any killing intent? That made no sense.
It meant he genuinely believed I could evade it.
Still, it infuriated me.
Attacking my throat without warning?
Clang.
I drew my blade. Screeeee—!!! The Guangyue Sword Technique activated.
“Ahahaha—!!!”
Madness flickered in Peng Dojun’s eyes at the sight. He brought his saber down in a sweeping strike.
Simultaneously, Wol-an opened, and I traced the trajectory of his attack. There were fewer unnecessary lines than before. I could see his resolve not to waste any pointless movements.
Should I praise him for that or not?
‘Anyway.’
The man’s lack of sophistication hadn’t changed.
Or rather, it would be more accurate to say he was unnecessarily rigid.
Click.
I wedged my blade into his line of attack. As his saber, heavy with force, came flying, I slipped my sword tip through the gap.
Screech—! I deflected it.
Whoooosh—!!! The saber passed, grazing my shoulder. I watched it slip by narrowly and took a step forward.
Just a bit further ahead.
‘Now—’
I seized the moment. My blade moved to cut him down. The horizontal slash tore through empty air.
Swaaaash—!!
“Heh!”
Peng Dojun’s eyes widened at my casual strike. He had already distanced himself from me.
Had he been even slightly slower, his upper body would have been severed. He survived on pure instinct.
“This is exhilarating!”
Crack—!! As if his expectations were perfectly met, black energy bloomed from his body. A secret technique?
The profound technique I’d witnessed before. Peng Dojun’s martial arts descended upon the world once more.
“….”
I stared at it intently. It had terrified me back then. But now?
‘Not bad.’
It didn’t frighten me. Had Peng Dojun’s secret technique weakened since then? No, that wasn’t it.
I can see him growing stronger, more resolute.
Yet I feel no fear.
Perhaps because I’ve crossed the threshold of death so many times? Maybe so.
Uuuuoooong—!!!
The sword sang out. The shimmering haze of the Gwangwol Blade Technique subsided.
Shhhhh.
I exhale slowly, releasing tension from the hand gripping my blade.
Swish.
My vision narrows. Hazy, yet focused on a single point. I stand upon that path I have endlessly sought to reach.
‘Should I try—’
I can do this. Right now, it’s absolutely possible.
[Haha—]
The Celestial Demon laughs in resonance with my conviction. That laughter grants me deeper certainty. I deepen my focus.
As my vision narrows, so too does my thought. I cast away everything I held. Only the sword and I remain.
How should I move?
I don’t even consider it. Let it be instinctive. I entrust everything to the blade.
It will show me the path I must walk.
Shhhrrrrk.
Countless pages turn through my mind as moments flow. Yet time in reality moves far more quietly. A single leaf hasn’t even touched the ground.
Then my thigh moves.
One step.
With that step, I touch the state of no-self.
Kwaaaaaaa—!!! The silence shatters as Peng Dojun’s secret technique hungers like the night, descending upon me like prey. Within it, all I can do is thrust forward.
Deity and blade become one.
Where I arrived, a path existed.
Scritch—
The blade drew a single line.
Kwaaaaaaa—!!!
“Huh.”
Darkness itself is severed. The single slash that cut the world in two finally reaches Peng Dojun’s throat.
“….”
My divine blade rests beside his neck.
Only then does the awe flowing through my body fade, and I return to myself once more.
“I think this is enough.”
“….”
Peng Dojun gives no response to my words. He simply stares at me blankly.
His eyes tremble, and I hear no breath.
“Ah….”
A short sound escapes him then.
Thump.
“Huh?”
Peng Dojun suddenly dropped to his knees. Immediately after, he crossed his legs and began concentrating intensely.
“What is this?”
What’s gotten into him? I glanced around in bewilderment. That’s when I noticed Yoo Yeon and Eunwol Sword had assumed similar postures.
“…Wait?”
What is this? What’s happening?
…What kind of situation is this all of a sudden?

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