The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 537

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 537
How did things end up like this?
There wasn’t really anything in particular.
I simply spent some time and then headed downstairs, only to find people already gathered.
Not everyone, but Dok-ryong and Paeng Dojin were there chatting idly.
Yoo Yeon and Woon-ryong were nowhere to be seen. The same went for the Sword Emperor and Gwima.
‘As for Gwima—’
He’d hidden himself since arriving at the Demonic Dragon Cavern. According to him, the Sword Emperor was around, and since this was the Demonic Dragon Cavern within the Demonic Sect, he needed to assess the situation?
From what I heard, he said that and then disappeared.
I didn’t think much of it up to that point. After all, I had nothing to do today anyway.
Searching around the Demonic Dragon Cavern under the guise of an outsider seemed difficult and pointless.
“What are you two discussing?”
I naturally approached and took a seat.
“We were talking about future matters and other very important issues.”
“…Important issues, just the two of you?”
The implication was clear—you two aren’t even close. At that, Paeng Dojin began picking his nose.
“When was that ever the case? We’re perfectly fine chatting, I’m telling you.”
Flick. He flicked away the booger, and I narrowed my brow. Ugh, disgusting.
“Even you see it that way?”
“…Yes. Well, roughly speaking?”
Oh, Dok-ryong isn’t saying they’re not close? Their relationship used to be practically murderous.
The problem was that Dok-ryong was the one getting beaten one-sidedly.
“So, what was this important issue you were discussing?”
“It concerns how many people we could defeat if we went to the Demonic Sect.”
“…Seriously?”
What’s important about that? What’s forward-thinking about it? What am I supposed to do with these insane battle maniacs?
As I stared in disbelief, Dok-ryong let out an exasperated breath.
“I never said anything like that.”
“Huh? What are you talking about? That’s roughly what you were saying.”
“How does that fall under ‘roughly’…? I was saying I was curious about the martial techniques of the Demonic Sect.”
Really? Those were completely different things. He was curious about the Demonic Sect’s martial techniques, so why would that lead to such talk?
Paeng Dojin shrugged.
“It’s all the same thing.”
“…What do you mean it’s all the same?”
Curiosity about martial techniques and how many people you could defeat are completely different, you idiot.
“Well, if you’re curious and want to find out, don’t you have to fight them? That’s what I mean.”
“Is fighting all you ever think about?”
Dok-ryong’s eyes showed he couldn’t comprehend Paeng Dojin.
“Tsk tsk… I’m telling you, living so combat-focused won’t get you anywhere.”
“I can’t hear what a bastard like you is saying.”
“What the hell is this bastard…?”
“If you’re upset, why don’t you try something.”
Paeng Dojin smirked as he spoke, and Dok-ryong ground his teeth.
‘He knows he can’t win.’
It was laughable. Even if Paeng Dojin was just a Disciple among the seven stages of Cheonmu Jiche, he was among the higher ranks.
No matter how much Dok-ryong had grown, there was no way he could win at this point, even having learned Manceon Hwau.
“Why? Scared?”
“You son of a bitch…!”
He reacted to the provocation. Dok-ryong shot to his feet.
“Why do you keep acting so strong? You too…!”
He pointed at me. What?
“You’re just the same—you lose to Bang Disciple anyway!”
“…What the hell is this bastard?”
“Why are you suddenly coming at me…?”
Paeng Dojin reacted, and I, suddenly pointed out, stood there with a blank expression.
What kind of situation is this?
“You’re useless—neither fish nor fowl, getting your ass handed to you.”
“Why are you bringing me up now? Are you saying I’m the same as this guy?”
“What’s the difference?”
“You’ve lost all shame. Your face looks like it’s been ground by a millstone—did you blow away your conscience with Manceon Hwau too?”
“Millstone? You look like some three-hundred-year-old wild boar from the mountains—who are you to criticize someone’s appearance!”
“A wild boar!?”
“…”
As the situation grew increasingly vulgar, I pinched the bridge of my nose. What is this? Their tone sounded like their mental age had dropped by four or five years.
“You’ve been left alone recently, and now your arrogance pierces the heavens. I should flatten that nose of yours.”
“No, stop.”
“My nose was always high. You think yours is as low as that?”
“My nose is high too, you bastard. What do you know?”
“…”
Hmm. Should I just head up? That thought circled in my mind.
Yes, that’s right. Being around these bastards made me feel like my own level was dropping.
“I’ll go ahead.”
“Look at that. Even Bang Disciple can’t stand your nonsense.”
“It’s not me—it’s you. Your level doesn’t even touch the ground. Just like your cultivation stage.”
“Ha! You can’t even brush the hem of Bang Disciple’s robes, and yet you act so impressive.”
“You keep bringing up Bangseong-yeon. Do you have even one thing better than him?”
“Plenty!”
“Plenty?”
I shook my head. It was growing increasingly childish, and I was tired of listening.
Just as I was about to head up anyway.
“I’m taller than you, for starters. And don’t even get me started on the Dang Clan’s prestige! Bang Disciple may have a pretty face, but that’s all there is to it. When it comes to masculine charm, I’m far superior.”
I paused.
At Dok-ryong’s words, I glanced sideways at the man.
What in the world was he going on about?
“And his teaching methods are absolutely terrible. Have you ever received instruction from him? If you haven’t, then don’t speak. What kind of master shows you something once and says ‘now do it’? You can’t do it? Why can’t you do it? Keep trying until you get it. That’s the kind of primitive training method he uses.”
“….”
“The fact that I’m actually training under those conditions is what’s remarkable. My patience is honestly beyond comprehension.”
“…Listen here.”
“And his temperament—how foul is it? I’ve never lost to anyone, but that man has a refined appearance yet a disposition no different from a grizzly bear. On top of that, he’s so irritable, as if he’s constantly starving. As if he’s the only one who gets irritable! I’m being dragged around like a slave, forced out of my home!”
“…Listen, Dok-ryong. Calm down for a moment….”
Paeng Dojin glanced at me. I had already turned my back and was heading down.
“If you look at it this way, I’m clearly better. Far better. What do you know to be speaking like that…! Even if you dig into that man’s background, he’s not really that impressive-”
“Hey.”
“….”
I cut off his words and interjected. I scratched my cheek and laughed.
At my words, Dok-ryong froze solid.
“Oh. You’re screwed.”
Paeng Dojin quickly shifted to dodge, and Dok-ryong’s head creaked around toward me.
Seeing that, I broke into a wide smile and spoke.
“Prostrate yourself.”
Dok-ryong’s hands quickly pressed against the ground.

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And so it came to pass.
“Why are you being so difficult? Have you lost your mind?”
“…That’s…not it…I was just speaking and some nonsense came out…”
“Nonsense? Should I seal your mouth shut so nothing nonsensical comes out? Seeing how freely you wield that tongue, it seems you need some training there too. Ah, that’s right.”
Now that I think about it.
“Since you can’t learn what I’m teaching, this will be quite difficult for you. You’ll have a hard time of it.”
“Ugh…”
“…There’s definitely some lingering resentment here.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Paeng Dojin glanced away.
Just as I was thinking I should thoroughly torment Dok-ryong.
“Hey.”
“I’m a bit busy right now.”
I tried to ignore Paeng Dojin’s call since I had things left to finish.
“It seems we have a visitor.”
“Hm?”
I lifted my head at his words.
Someone was indeed here. Who was this man?
‘Who is he?’
I’d never seen him before. He stood staring blankly in my direction, seeming quite startled.
“Who are you?”
From his reaction, they were definitely people who came looking for us. As I rose to my feet and asked, some rude-looking fellow suddenly let out a forced cough.
“Ahem…hmm… Are you the distinguished guests from the righteous faction?”
“Yes. We’ve come from the Martial Arts Alliance. And who might you be?”
“…I am Woo Yeongjin of the Woo Yeong Clan.”
“I see.”
And why should that matter?
No matter how hard I racked my brain, no such figure came to mind. Woo Yeongjin? The Woo Yeong Clan—it didn’t seem like a place I should know.
‘The way he carries himself so confidently.’
It meant he was someone of considerable renown. But given that I didn’t know him—
“It seems the Demonic Sect has clans of its own as well.”
So he was a figure from the Demonic Sect.
“Ha, you speak as though it’s something obvious. Do you think clans are the exclusive domain of your Martial Arts Alliance?”
“…That’s not it at all. I simply didn’t know. If I’ve offended you, I apologize.”
“Enough. I’ve long heard of the arrogance of the righteous faction.”
“…”
What’s with this bastard? I was frowning when.
“What’s with this bastard?”
“What?”
Paeng Dojin simply spat out the words. Honestly, it felt refreshing.
“Ah, dear me. Just thinking aloud, you understand.”
“You bastard….”
“He’s in a bit of pain. Let’s move past it, shall we?”
“What? What do you mean I’m in pain—”
“So then, Young Master Woo, what brings you to this place?”
“…tsk.”
Woo Yeongjin ground his teeth, clearly displeased with our attitude. At the same time, a shallow gravity flickered in his gaze as he surveyed us.
“I came personally to welcome an honored guest of the Alliance…. Yet I find you engaged in something rather amusing.”
“Ah, yes. We were merely playing around.”
“…When exactly did this become playing around… ugh!”
As Dok-ryong was about to spout more nonsense, I pressed my foot firmly down on his palm.
“…Enough. It doesn’t matter. Now then, who is this Wol-hyeop fellow here?”
“…Yes?”
Had he come looking for me? Woo Yeongjin’s eyes swept across each of us in turn.
“Blue eyes and a handsome face. That would be you.”
“…Yes. What of it?”
There was no way to hide it, so I confirmed it.
“Good. So you’re the hope of the Orthodox Sect, I hear?”
“I wouldn’t say that much.”
“They spoke so highly of you that I became curious. How about we test our skills against each other?”
“Huh?”
What? So he came all this way just to fight?
“Don’t worry. I’m well aware that I’m here as a guest, so I’ll maintain proper restraint. I simply wish to see how exceptional this hope of the Alliance truly is.”
“…Hmm…. Can we really just fight like this?”
“Of course. I’ll take responsibility for it.”
He spoke with such confidence. I didn’t know how impressive his clan was, but his demeanor suggested they were quite formidable.
‘…This is bothersome.’
Still, it felt like a hassle. Was there really a reason I had to fight him?
As I was considering this for a moment.
‘Ah.’
Suddenly, an amusing thought occurred to me.
“What? What did you just say?”
I suddenly looked at Dok-ryong with an expression of shock and spoke.
“Yes…?”
Dok-ryong, who had been rubbing his reddened hand, looked at me in confusion.
I met his gaze and spoke.
“How dare such a vile and contemptible wretch speak so! Young Master of the Dang Clan, if you continue like this, something terrible will happen!”
“…What… why are you suddenly doing this….”
Dok-ryong stopped mid-sentence.
He turned to look across at the other side. Woo Yeongjin was staring at Dok-ryong with blazing eyes.
“…What did you just say? Cunning and worthless?”
“….”
Dok-ryong shifted his gaze back to me.
His eyes spoke volumes.
‘…This bastard?’
My response to that was simple.
‘What bastard.’
What could I do? Who asked him to provoke me?
I could only laugh.

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