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Taejonbirok Volume 29, Episode 10
Chapter 154: The Lazy Man Makes a Decision (5)
The whole building turns to dust and soars into the sky.
At the same time, a clear blue sky appeared above them. Wi Jeong-han bit his lip as he gazed at the sight.
'This is an unimaginable force.'
Anyone here can destroy a pavilion.
Some might even be able to blow up the whole building.
But I had no idea how it was possible to turn the entire palace into dust in an instant.
And now, before their eyes, was someone who could accomplish such a feat with a mere wave of his hand.
Heavenly Horse.
Or Baekmuhan.
The history of the martial arts world continues and continues.
Even in that long history, he is the only one who is called the strongest.
The strongest swordsman who can only be described as a legend.
When he faced him with the great army, an intimidating feeling that he had not felt before began to weigh down on Wi Jeong-han's entire body.
‘Did you have a dream… … .’
You're going to fight that Baek Muhan?
I can't help but laugh.
How can a human being oppose the author?
It is meaningless to argue whether the current Cheonma is stronger than the Baekmuhan of the past or not.
Whether it's Baekmuhan or Cheonma, they are both strong enough that humans can't deal with them, so what's the point?
Cheonma looked up at the sky and opened his mouth.
“It’s a nice day.”
“You must have seen it a lot.”
"As you might imagine, I haven't lived an easy life. Beings without a body have a hard time handling yang energy. It hasn't been long since I've been able to see the bright sky like this."
“Since you took over my brother’s body?”
“……So that’s what it means.”
Cheonma smiled faintly. Even though he was smiling with the face of Wisanho, his expression hinted at Baek Muhan. Wiyeonho couldn't help but feel even more complex.
"Fate always torments people. But you've been entangled in it yourself. Is it really necessary to go to such lengths to retrieve the body of someone you don't share a single drop of blood with?"
“Master and I are not related by blood.”
“…….”
"But I feel more for you than I do for my grandfather, whom I don't even know. Is that wrong?"
Cheonma smiled without saying a word.
I guess you can't say it's wrong.
Before he returned to the world of martial arts, he would have called it foolish. But now, Cheonma couldn't bring himself to say such things. As long as he didn't deny his feelings for Wei Yanhu, he couldn't accuse him of foolishness.
Wi Yeon-ho looked at Cheon-ma quietly and opened his mouth.
“There’s something I’d like to confirm.”
“Speak.”
“Is it really true that you can never come back, hyung?”
It wasn't a desperate voice. Rather, it was a calm question. Yet, Cheonma could sense the immense earnestness in Wei Yanho's words.
So, I guess I should answer honestly.
"Well, I don't know how to answer that. It's not like I've ever taken someone else's body."
“…….”
"but……."
Cheonma raised his hand and struck his chest.
“My heart is beating.”
“…….”
"It's true that I have some strange feelings for you, but that doesn't mean my heart will race. Maybe your brother lives inside me."
“That’s fine.”
I wasn't expecting a definitive answer anyway. Even a slight possibility was enough.
To risk one's life.
Slurp.
Wei Yanho's sword is slowly pulled out.
Cheonma smiled subtly as he looked at the white sword shining in the sunlight.
“Are you using it well?”
“Shall I return it to you?”
"It's okay. I don't use a sword anymore. But it seems a little different than before, doesn't it?"
“The old man of the Tang family said that he had made a mess of the sword and had it repaired again.”
“……Did you really say that?”
“Yes. I understand your abilities are remarkable, but as a craftsman, you’re not even as good as a child.”
“…….”
A look of trepidation appeared on Cheonma's face.
Those who are here are lucky. No one in the world will ever see Cheonma with such an expression.
“Can I take a look for a moment?”
Wi Yeon-ho threw his sword at Cheon-ma without a word.
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Cheonma took his white sword in one hand and shook it lightly.
“So that’s what you mean. Indeed.”
Then he gave the sword back to Wi Yeon-ho.
“Aren’t you taking it?”
“It’s yours.”
“You made it.”
“Just because I made it doesn’t mean it’s mine. It’s yours now.”
"hmm."
Wi Yeon-ho nodded slightly and raised his sword, aiming at Cheonma.
“Then we should end it now.”
The horse remained silent.
Cheonma, who had been quietly looking at Wi Yeon-ho with a serious expression, slowly opened his mouth and then shook his head again.
“I almost said something useless.”
“I know what you were trying to say… but you know that it won’t work, right?”
"Yes. That would be insulting to you. How much agony must have gone into standing here of your own volition? Even if you're a child born of fate, you're still a martial artist. I must respect you as a martial artist."
“……Actually, you can look at it for a bit.”
“No. That won’t happen.”
“Ugh.”
Wi Yeon-ho whetted his appetite.
'It's really dirty.'
It's gloomy.
It was so bleak that I lost all sense of reality.
When he saw his teacher, it was like seeing a mountain so distant that he did not dare to climb it.
But the feeling of looking at Cheonma was a little different.
Bottomless pit.
A bottomless pit with no end in sight.
There is a dark, black abyss here, where even one misstep could lead to an eternal fall.
And now Wei Yanhu must jump into that bottomless pit.
Into the abyss, into the deep, deep darkness, from which there is no way to return alive.
'I told you it's not even funny.'
Wi Yeon-ho chuckled.
Slightly trembling fingertips and unstable lower body.
Trembling in the face of the enemy is something that no one should ever do, but no one in the world can criticize Wei Yanhui now.
“Did you find the answer?”
“…….”
"He said I was wrong. Being denied was a refreshing experience for me. And he said you'd prove me wrong."
“……Could it be that I was losing my mind?”
“…….”
Cheonma looked at Wi Yeon-ho as if he found it absurd. However, from Wi Yeon-ho's perspective, it was understandable that he felt wronged.
'If you're so confident, fight it yourself!'
He said he'd lend me his body and do everything he could, but why would he say such things if he was just going to run away in the end! In the end, Wi Yeon-ho will have to pay the price.
“I wonder what your answer is.”
“You’ll be disappointed.”
"That's not bad either. Come. Was I truly wrong, or was I right… You will tell me. Ultimately, I have no choice but to prove myself through the power of the unmanned. Use your power to defeat me and prove me wrong."
At the same time, black magic energy began to emanate from Cheonma's body.
The magical energy that surged like a whirlwind of dragon fists covered the surroundings and seemed to even consume the body of the Heavenly Demon.
A black dragon was ascending into the sky.
"under……."
Wi Yeon-ho sighed and grabbed his sword.
“I really can’t eat it.”
Count dirty.
It's so ridiculously strong.
but…….
'There's nowhere to run anyway.'
Wei Yanho's body was covered in a dazzling light.
Black magic and pure white light.
The wills of two people, who started in the same place but ended up in different places, clash here and now.
Jang-il's eyes trembled.
“Ugh.”
His hand clutched his heart.
My heart stopped beating for a moment as the magic burst out. I'm not just saying this; my heart literally stopped beating for a moment.
“Cough! Cough!”
After coughing violently several times, as if possessed by a spirit, his heart, which had stopped, finally began to beat again. Jang-il, his face pale, stared at the maelstrom of magical energy emanating from the Heavenly Demon.
'Are you saying that even then it wasn't full power?'
No, no.
That's something I don't know.
It is possible that Cheonma did not use his full power, but he may have become stronger because he has now completely made the energy he absorbed his own.
But what does that mean either way?
The only thing that makes sense is that Cheonma has become stronger.
Even in the volcano, the Heavenly Horse, who seemed like he could trample the world alone, became stronger.
What that meant was so brutal.
Jang Il's eyes caught sight of Wei Yanho standing in front of the magical vortex.
'how…….'
How can you stand there?
Even Jang Il-do, who was so far away, felt suffocated and his heart shrank from that mad energy, so how could Wi Yeon-ho absorb that energy with his body?
His gaze no longer followed the heavenly horse.
His eyes were filled with the image of Wei Yanhu's back.
Like an old pine tree on a cliff that sways back and forth in the raging storm but never gets uprooted, Wei Yanhu was facing the Heavenly Demon's magic head-on with boundless dignity.
This sight will become a legend.
And this sight will become legendary.
but…….
It's not strange.
It wasn't moving. Rather, it was sad.
Who put that lazy bastard there?
At that moment, Wei Yanhu slowly raised his sword.
With him… … .
A dazzling light, so bright it could blind the eyes, emanates from Wei Yanhu's sword.
A familiar sight.
But it looks unfamiliar.
The brilliance of the Wei Yanhu was not an inch behind the magic of the Heavenly Horse. The world seemed to be divided into black and white.
“How…….”
The fight between the two completely broke away from the framework of ignorance that Jang Il knew.
If a god and a demon clashed in the celestial world, wouldn't it look like this?
Jang Il unconsciously folded his hands in front of his chest.
He is infinitely helpless.
Even if he were to risk his life, it wouldn't be of any help to his friend fighting the Heavenly Demon. So what should he do?
'Win.'
It has no choice but to rain.
I have no choice but to cheer you on.
I could only hope and pray that this lazy bum would once again overcome the great ordeal given to him without a care and return with a proud face.
'Win!'
Jang-il bit his lip tightly.
The scene before my eyes is too sad to be considered a passionate scene on which the fate of the world depends.
Those who were abandoned by the world despite not wanting it, and those who were forced to bear the world despite not wanting it, fight for their lives against their will.
Jang Il opened his eyes wide.
You must remember.
Although he has no power to change this twisted fate, he must watch this fight with his own eyes and clearly convey the results to everyone.
What they did.
Who is receiving the punishment for the sins they committed?
Who will break the chain of resentment that is so entangled that it can no longer be unraveled?
“Wai Yan Hooooooooooo!”
Before the scream that could not be contained could spread out, black magic and white light collided head-on.
A clash that will spread through the ages as legend and myth begins right here, right now.
This is the beginning.
And that will be the end.