The World’s Greatest is Dead - Chapter 545

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The Heavenly Supreme Has Died – Episode 545
Crack-crack-crack.
Shattered fragments fell to the ground. The billowing dust settled.
The arena floor was shattered into pieces, cracks spreading across it like a spider’s web.
At the center lay a collapsed figure. Watching Gyoyeon, who had been unleashing fierce energy just moments before, I scratched my cheek.
“What is this guy?”
I thought he’d be somewhat stronger, charging at me so confidently.
‘What a pathetically weak bastard.’
He was far weaker than expected. Why had he acted so cocky? His strength made no sense whatsoever.
“Cough… Gasp… Wheeze… Wheeze…”
He gasped heavily as if his breath might cut short at any moment. Watching him, I nodded slightly.
‘I didn’t even hit him that hard.’
I hadn’t even drawn my sword. It wasn’t a divine blade anyway. I simply wanted to probe a bit, so I used my bare hands.
Besides, I lacked proficiency in martial arts, so I hadn’t displayed any remarkable techniques.
‘Simply.’
Because I could see it.
The trajectory and path were so clear.
I just dodged while swinging a punch—nothing spectacular, just a simple fist strike. That was all.
I had wrapped some inner force around it, but I never expected it would lay him out like this.
“Excuse me. Are you alright?”
I approached and asked. No response came. He seemed to have already lost consciousness.
“…Gyoyeon was knocked out in a single blow…?”
“How could the Elder’s disciple…?”
“This doesn’t make sense. He said he didn’t even fully deploy his technique…!”
“Is that really a disciple of the Orthodox Sect…?”
The moment I crushed Gyoyeon, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Everyone’s eyes filled with disbelief, mockery vanished, and wariness took its place.
“Ha.”
Paling-do, who was called the instructor. He let out a hollow laugh and approached me.
After glancing at Gyoyeon, he then looked at me.
“What is your name?”
“Bangseong-yeon.”
“…Bangseong-yeon. So you’re the one. You’re Geomseong’s Predecessor?”
Geomseong’s Predecessor. At those words, the already chaotic atmosphere grew even more heated.
“Geomseong’s Predecessor?”
“Yoo Cheon-gil… The Predecessor of that monster is that lowborn bastard?”
“Shut your mouth. Don’t speak so loudly…!”
The eyes of the Demonic Sect’s disciples changed further. Seeing that, I shrugged.
“Yes. Well. That’s correct.”
“…I thought it was an empty reputation, but it seems otherwise. Truly remarkable.”
I hadn’t even demonstrated anything, yet he was laying on the praise so thickly.
“Remove this man. We’ll proceed with the next match.”
The instructor spoke thus and had the unconscious Gyoyeon carried away. I watched him disappear limply before moving forward.
“Ha! You told me to hold back, but who exactly should hold back against whom?”
“….”
The moment I arrived, Paeng Dojin started complaining. I had nothing to say in response.
“If you do that to him, what are the next fighters supposed to do?”
“…What else? Just hold back appropriately.”
“You made it impossible to hold back. Your body was absolutely burning hot.”
“Are you a pervert?”
“A little?”
“….”
Could I curse him out? But he’d probably enjoy it even more, so I refrained.
“You like drawing attention? Everyone’s watching you. Quite the celebrity.”
“…Please, don’t say any more. I’m already aware.”
“Hehehehe.”
What could I do about the disciples’ stares? I let out a deep sigh.
“Next. Come forward. Who will fight? If you wish, you can go again.”
The instructor pointed at me. I shook my head.
“The next one will be him.”
“…Pardon?”
Dok-ryong, who had been sitting quietly, flinched. His gaze asked if it was him again. What was amusing was that the other disciples seemed pleased that I wasn’t stepping forward.
You could say they were relieved. Some even looked grateful it was Dok-ryong, eager to volunteer themselves.
“These bastards…?”
Sensing it too, Dok-ryong immediately growled. Ready to bite at any moment. His eyes gleamed with pure irritation.
He’d handle it on his own anyway. I was watching with interest when—
“Fine. You’ve all dug your own graves. I should torture you all with a hidden blade on your tongue….”
Just as Dok-ryong was stepping forward in anger.
Whoosh.
“Huh?”
“What?”
“Eh?”
I, Paeng Dojin, and Dok-ryong all froze in shock. Especially Dok-ryong, who had been about to move, went rigid. Someone else had stepped forward instead.
With an upright gait and graceful movements, a woman passed by, leaving a subtle fragrance of flowers in her wake.
“Yoo Yeon?”
“Why is that crazy woman stepping up?”
Maehua Geombong Yoo Yeon. Once called the foremost of the first disciples, a peerless genius, walked toward the arena.
“Wait. Did you just say crazy woman?”
Hearing Paeng Dojin’s words, I asked.
Crazy woman? The term seemed oddly unsuited, and Paeng Dojin looked at me strangely.
“What’s with that look?”
“…You’re probably the only one here who doesn’t think she’s insane.”
“Why? She’s just stupid and dull, not actually insane, is she?”
“…Not insane, you say?”
Dok-ryong looks at me with bewilderment.
What is this reaction?
“What has she done?”
She’s just the type who sleeps all day or stuffs her face with noodles every time I see her.
Insane behavior? She does seem a bit obsessed with training. But other than that, there’s nothing, right?
“That fox woman. Is she pretending to be normal in front of this one?”
“There’s no need to even call her a fox. She was just openly pretending to be human.”
“…What are you talking about?”
“Is this the Divine Sect Headquarters?”
“Yes.”
The Divine Sect Headquarters. The heart of the Demonic Sect.
Where the Celestial Demon once dwelled.
“I heard this is a place where one must be obsessed with martial arts and power.”
“Yes.”
“The one most suited to be a disciple here would be that insane woman.”
“…Yes?”
Yoo Yeon?
Perhaps.
‘What does he know?’
I wondered if this man also knew that Yoo Yeon was actually the Celestial Demon’s bloodline and sole heir.
“There’s no woman more obsessed with combat than her.”
“….”
Whether fortunately or not, it seemed to be a different matter entirely.
Yoo Yeon obsessed with combat?
‘She does seem to enjoy martial contests quite a bit.’
Even with the Heavenly Killing Star—I’m suppressing it now, but her original fate was to become a murderer.
I thought perhaps by keeping it in check now, that was enough.
I didn’t know what he was talking about.
‘Why did she suddenly step forward anyway?’
As I was puzzled by her sudden emergence,
“She’s gotten heated up.”
“…Heated up?”
“Watching you fight got her blood pumping. That much is obvious.”
“….”
I looked at Yoo Yeon. Her expression remained unchanged. She simply walked lightly and stepped onto the martial platform.
“What’s this? Are you saying you’ll fight?”
Paling-do’s words made Yoo Yeon nod her head.
“…Hmm. Yes, it doesn’t matter who. I just need to test your skills. Is there anyone else?”
Hands shot up from various corners. They were men, but their eyes held an unusual gleam.
‘Look at these bastards.’
It was clear they’d been staring at Yoo Yeon. She appeared plain on the surface, but she was undeniably beautiful—infuriatingly so.
Among them, the instructor’s eyes darted about before he pointed to one.
“Come forward.”
“Yes!”
I nodded slightly as I watched the chosen one step out eagerly.
“Not bad.”
Paeng Dojin spoke the words I was about to say.
The one who’d stepped forward was indeed competent.
“I am Cheongwuram of the Divine Sect.”
Cheongwuram. He appeared to be a spear user. His developed musculature and the shape of his energy made that obvious.
[Oh. So you can discern that much now?]
‘Of course.’
My experience had accumulated considerably.
At Cheongwuram’s introduction, Yoo Yeon stared at him intently.
“…You don’t intend to introduce yourself?”
Ah, right.
“She cannot speak.”
I explained, and Cheongwuram’s eyes narrowed upon hearing it.
“What? She’s mute?”
Mute. The word itself wasn’t wrong, but the tone behind it was the problem.
His dismissive attitude and condescending reaction.
Blood vessels bulged at my temples.
“I was impressed by her exceptional beauty…. What a shame. But tell me, wouldn’t I be better than that courtesan’s brother? I may not know martial arts, but I’m decent at other things.”
“This bastard.”
Should I tear him apart? The thought flashed unbidden. Even after witnessing the previous match, he still dared this?
Any remaining goodwill I had toward the Demonic Sect threatened to evaporate.
But I restrained myself.
My reason was visible in Yoo Yeon’s expression. Her face had changed subtly.
‘That one.’
She could handle it herself. Discomfort flickered across Yoo Yeon’s features.
The emotionless, plain-faced one had been provoked.
“Do as you wish.”
Paling-do didn’t formally announce the start of the match this time either. Upon hearing this, Cheongwuram moved his spear.
The moment he leveled the spearpoint and assumed his stance.
Yoo Yeon’s figure vanished.
The fragrance of flowers spread. Petals scattered through the air.
Delicate petals blooming softly. Their gentle sway in all directions was breathtakingly beautiful.
My vision is momentarily stolen by it.
That’s when it happened.
Thunk.
“Huh?”
With a brief sound, the spear Cheongeoram was holding splits in two. Yoo Yeon’s blade had cleaved through it.
A single strike. Swift and precise. And elegant.
‘Indeed.’
Those blessed with eyes are different. Possessors of Tougan like the Young Master.
A natural genius born with the inherent qualities of Wol-an that Yoo Cheon-gil artificially created.
Those who dismantle the pathways of martial arts and find openings to strike.
Yoo Yeon’s talent cannot be compared to mine.
I’m essentially a bundle of fortunate encounters, while she’s the real deal.
“What the—!”
Cheongeoram hesitates, staring at his weapon, but the real problem came next.
Crack!
“Ugh.”
“Hah…”
“Ooh…”
Yoo Yeon’s kick struck Cheongeoram’s groin.
“Ugh…”
He crumples to the ground. Unable even to scream, he simply collapsed to his knees.
“Ugh… ugh… uhhh…”
His trembling form was pitiful. The anger that had been rising moments before vanished in an instant.
“…Insane.”
“…Terrifying woman.”
Paeng Dojin grinds his teeth warily. Though clearly his ally, there was distance in his gaze.
It was an unavoidable sense of kinship as a man.
Just when I thought Cheongeoram was truly pitiful.
Crack!
Yoo Yeon’s knee struck Cheongeoram’s face.
“Hack!”
His defenseless head snaps upward, and a couple of teeth fly skyward.
“…Ah. So it wasn’t over there?”
I thought it would end there, but apparently there was more to come.
I nodded, watching the arc of blood spray through the air.
‘…She’s rather frightening, isn’t she?’
Yoo Yeon fights rather fiercely.
Excessively so, even.

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“Ugh! Ahhh! P-please, save me!”
“…Hey. Someone stop her!”
“This is insane.”
“….”
A woman was thoroughly beating a disciple.
Upon the martial stage where the Divine Sect Tournament unfolded, someone standing on the platform gazed down at it quietly.
His gaze was fixed on the woman conducting the match—Yoo Yeon’s face.
Familiar eyes, nose, and mouth, and a visage he felt he’d seen somewhere before.
The Heavenly presence that had existed in the Divine Sect.
He suddenly recalled it.
“…Could it be?”
If anyone else, perhaps not—but he could not fail to recognize it.
His eyes widened as he looked upon Yoo Yeon.

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