The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 538

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 538
Woo Yeongjin’s brow furrowed deeply. What did he just hear?
‘Vile and contemptible?’
It was a sound he’d never heard in his entire life. Did that man really just say that? He squinted his eyes in bewilderment.
Was what that bastard said true? He couldn’t tell. At least he hadn’t heard it himself. Which meant.
‘Is he trying to pull some stunt?’
Woo Yeongjin was no fool. He immediately saw through Bangseong-yeon’s, known as Wol-hyeop, intentions.
He could clearly see how the man intended to proceed.
‘Well, well?’
Realizing this, he smiled. Such a thing wasn’t something to simply let pass. If he stepped forward first, there was no reason to refuse.
In his heart, he wanted to immediately grapple with this Bangseong-yeon and demonstrate the difference in their levels.
‘That said, he’s not entirely without merit.’
After all, they were both disciples. If he’d come this far, there was a high chance he was well-known among the orthodox sects.
That was when it happened.
-A disciple of the Dang Clan called Dok-ryong.
‘Dok-ryong?’
Hearing the guard’s information, his mind spun. Dok-ryong. He’d heard some information about the orthodox sects.
It seemed he was one of several geniuses called the “Exceptional.”
A genius, no less—
‘This man?’
This man who was being dismissed while listening to all manner of things from Wol-hyeop? It was absurd.
‘I’m beginning to understand the level of these orthodox sect bastards.’
Who was calling whom contemptible? Wol-hyeop’s words rang hollow.
‘If the Young Master is trying to face such opponents, that’s why his shoulders are held so high.’
He was different now than he was then. The gap between their levels was as vast as heaven and earth.
If he faced the Young Master now, he would surely win.
From such a position, Woo Yeongjin’s eyes gleamed with amusement as he looked at Dok-ryong.
“Do you truly believe you can utter such insolence and simply walk away?”
He spoke words contrary to his thoughts. Hearing this, Dok-ryong’s face crumpled, while Bangseong-yeon’s lips curved upward like Woo Yeongjin’s.
“…Foolish words from one who knows his place. Very well, let’s see if you have the skill to wag your tongue so freely.”
Swish. He raised his fist, pointing at Dok-ryong.
“Follow me.”
“….”
At those words, Dok-ryong looked at Bangseong-yeon. What should he do about this? His expression clearly conveyed such thoughts.
“…What can I do? You caused this mess, so you need to clean it up yourself.”
“…What trouble did I cause?”
“Why did you speak so carelessly and provoke this man? People should live righteously.”
“You’re truly going to hell.”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
Dok-ryong’s polite words were brushed aside lightly. At this, Dok-ryong sighed and rose to his feet.
“…Damn it. Why the hell did I get dragged to a place like this…”
The muttering brushed past my ears. Dok-ryong followed after Woo Yeongjin and left.
“Should we just leave him be?”
Paeng Dojin asked Bangseong-yeon. Should we really just leave him like that?
“Well, there’s no reason we can’t.”
“…Seriously? Do you think he can win?”
“I’m not sure about winning or losing…but.”
I spoke while recalling Woo Yeongjin whom I had just seen.
“It seems like it’ll be interesting.”
“…”
At those words, Paeng Dojin made a face of distaste. Then, after thinking for a moment.
“I can’t deny that.”
“Right?”
As expected, with brains turned to muscle, communication worked well with this man.

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I followed them outside.
Behind the inn lay an open field. It appeared to be a space that wasn’t particularly well-maintained, but it seemed to pose no major problems for use.
It was precisely the kind of place for martial artists to spar. I observed it while recalling this.
“What is your name?”
Woo Yeongjin asked Dok-ryong a question.
“…Dang Cheon-il.”
“Dang Cheon-il, I see.”
Whoosh. Woo Yeongjin took his stance. Seeing it, I couldn’t help but admire it. His posture was properly set. He was no amateur.
[Are you at a level where you can judge that?]
The Celestial Demon questioned me dubiously. I ignored it.
‘…Even so, I can at least see that much.’
I had lived a life of being forcibly beaten and training diligently. My realm was no longer low, so I could at least perceive that much.
Well, if it’s a mistake, what can I do about it.
‘It’s true I don’t know much about martial combat styles.’
Since I usually wielded a sword or the like, I didn’t know these martial artists of the unarmed schools well, but it still meant I had experience.
‘Anyway.’
Dok-ryong Dang Cheon-il. I observed his reaction. His indifferent eyes were striking. He had quite the attitude of annoyance. How could he wear such a bothersome expression.
Whisk.
Hidden blades held in his hand caught my eye.
He spun several of them around and finished his preparations. It seemed he was going to fight.
“If I may ask first.”
At that moment, Dang Cheon-il asked Woo Yeongjin.
“Is surrender also an option?”
“…What?”
At the word “concede,” Woo Yeongjin’s face crumpled. I never expected such a word to come from Dang Cheon-il’s mouth.
I felt the same way.
‘Concede?’
Was he the type to do something like that?
‘…He didn’t seem to have that kind of personality?’
At least, that’s what I knew of him. A man with fierce competitive spirit and a foul temper actually uttering the word “concede.”
I wondered what was going on.
“Still, it’s a martial contest. It would be a shame if you conceded so easily.”
“…Heh.”
“Is this crazy man serious?”
Surprisingly, it was just a casual jab. He was confident that it would be Woo Yeongjin who would concede, not himself.
Indeed, he was one of the three most notorious troublemakers among the Orthodox Sect’s disciples.
For reference, the remaining two were Paeng Dojin and Yoo Yeon. Those three were practically called mad dogs.
“…I was only planning to exchange a few blows.”
Whether Dang Cheon-il’s words got through to Woo Yeongjin or not, his expression crumbled in an instant.
“I can’t tolerate such arrogance.”
Whoosh. He clenched his fist and poured strength into it. The moment power surged into his fist.
Kuguguguuk-!!!
‘Oh?’
The aura bursting from his body was sharp and intense. I thought it would be heavy, but it appeared thinner than that.
Yet it was refined. I had expected it to be quite rough since he was called a Marin, but that didn’t seem to be the case.
Was he not using Magi?
‘I don’t particularly sense it.’
Whether he could control it or simply wasn’t using it, I couldn’t tell, but it seemed I needed to observe further.
Watching that, Dang Cheon-il.
“Huuh.”
He exhaled softly and twirled a short blade in his hand. What had been a hidden dagger had somehow become a short blade.
His weapon exchange speed seemed to have improved.
“I’ll yield the first move.”
Woo Yeongjin spoke. First move? At those words, Dang Cheon-il suddenly glanced at me.
“Why.”
“…”
Why was he looking at me? As I was puzzled by this.
Thunk.
“Huh?”
Dang Cheon-il suddenly pulled out a hidden dagger and threw it to the ground. What was he doing? At this sudden action, everyone froze for a moment.
“First move.”
“…”
“Pfft.”
At his matter-of-fact statement, Paeng Dojin standing beside him burst out laughing despite himself.
“Kuhk…. Krukuk… Kuhk….”
“….”
But he was splitting his sides laughing at me. What? Why is he grinning at me like that? It’s infuriating.
“Ah, whoever taught you did a perfect job.”
“…What are you talking about?”
When did I ever do something like that? I have no memory of committing such rude and tactless behavior.
I spoke in confusion.
“This bastard….”
Whoooosh-!
An enormous killing intent erupted from Woo Yeongjin. It was vicious. I had clearly provoked him properly.
“Fine. Let me kill you then. You worthless sect disciple.”
Crack. The ground beneath his feet shattered as Woo Yeongjin’s figure vanished.
In an instant, wind swept across and Woo Yeongjin arrived before Dang Cheon-il.
Whoooosh-!!!
A fist flew in rapidly. It struck directly, as if it would shatter Dang Cheon-il’s face entirely.
Boom–!!!
“Huh?”
All that could be heard was the sound of empty air rupturing. It certainly seemed as though it had connected with Dang Cheon-il’s face.
“A cheap trick-!”
Woo Yeongjin realized it shortly after. What he had just struck was merely an afterimage of Dang Cheon-il. It was a deceptive technique using inner energy.
Dang Cheon-il’s body faded into translucent smoke. Woo Yeongjin immediately spun around, but.
“Where are you?”
Dang Cheon-il seemed nowhere to be found.
‘That guy.’
Seeing this, my eyes widened.
‘Has he improved that much?’
Since he kept throwing out Manceon Hwau and only getting scolded, I couldn’t gauge how much his level had risen.
‘…It’s quite different from back then.’
This wasn’t the Dang Cheon-il who had been frustrated and defeated by Paeng Dojin at the Dragon Phoenix Gathering. His concealment technique had advanced by leaps and bounds.
Even as he charged forward from the front, he used it to hide his form. In this wide-open field, no less.
“Cowardly hiding! Come out this instant!”
Woo Yeongjin expressed his inner energy and shouted, but he seemed unable to locate Dang Cheon-il. At this, he ground his teeth and.
“If you won’t show yourself, then I’ll simply destroy everything.”
He clenched his fist full of inner energy and unleashed it upon the ground.
Boom-!!! Crack-crack-crack-!!!
The inner energy exploded and the entire ground was pulverized. Cracks spread across the earth like a spider’s web, and debris shot upward.
The rising debris eliminated any space to hide. I wondered if we could now find Dang Cheon-il, who had concealed his traces, but.
‘Disappointing.’
That choice was a mistake.
“Where are yo-”
Before Woo Yeongjin could even speak.
Boom-!!
“Gasp!?”
His body ricocheted from the impact, bursting backward and escaping the ruined field.
Screech-screech-screech-!!!
He barely planted his feet and used friction to slow his momentum, but Dang Cheon-il appeared beyond him.
He held a couple of throwing knives in his hand and released them without hesitation.
Whoosh-!
Exactly two.
The knives that tore through the air flew swiftly toward Woo Yeongjin.
“Ugh!”
Seeing this, Woo Yeongjin swung his hand.
Boom-! Clang-!!
His fist wrapped in gauntlets deflected the knives. Then something detonated.
Boom-!!
“What!?”
It wasn’t just throwing knives. Something exploded and obscured his vision. Was it dirt? No, looking at the material, it wasn’t.
However, it seemed to serve only to block his sight—there was no other damage.
Woo Yeongjin hurriedly tried to brush away the dust, and it didn’t take long.
‘That instant was what mattered.’
His feet were bound in that moment. His vision was stolen in that instant.
That alone was already too late.
“You…!”
“Where are you looking?”
“…!”
Woo Yeongjin tried to step forward, but Dang Cheon-il appeared lightly and pressed a dagger against his throat.
Prick.
Blood trickled from the blade’s edge touching his neck.
Roll. Woo Yeongjin’s eyes darted to look at Dang Cheon-il, and seeing that gaze, Dang Cheon-il chuckled and spoke.
“You’re slow. Even at looking.”
“…”
Humiliation bloomed across Woo Yeongjin’s face at those words.
‘…What is this.’
I thought, watching it all unfold.
‘How does he know that line?’
It sounded like something I’d heard before.
The cringe factor was overwhelming, to say the least.

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