Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 176

# 176

Taejonbirok Volume 8 Episode 1

Chapter 48: The Lazy Man Meets His Master (1)

Where did it go wrong?

Eonhyo was wondering where the root of this situation was.

Should I have stopped Hwangbo Joong-geol or not signed up for the new class?

But no matter how many times I thought about it, the conclusion was the same.

If he could go back in time, he would have run away without looking back at the moment he encountered Wei Yanhu.

The biggest mistake in his life was to argue about his friendship with the Plum Blossom Sword.

So that's what happens.

Oh my god!

The sound of a wave cutting through the wind could be heard. If you just listened to the sound, you would think that someone was firing a powerful arrow somewhere, but surprisingly, the thing making the sound was a rock the size of a child's fist.

It was absurd that such a sound could come from a stone. However, Eonhyo could not laugh. Because the stone that was making the sound as if an archer had shot an arrow with all his internal energy was aiming for Eonhyo’s face.

“Eww!”

Eonhyo twisted her body while screaming desperately. If she gets hit head-on with that, her mother won't be able to recognize her face when she gets home.

You could either be very handsome or very ugly. The latter is probably ten thousand times more likely!

The wind-charged Jangdol passed by Eonhyo's face just barely. The skin on his face trembled due to the wind pressure.

Kwaaang!

The outer wall of the training ground burst open as if it had been hit by a shell.

“Heh heh heh…….”

Eonhyo laughed.

I couldn't help but laugh.

How can you not laugh when a rock with enough force to burst through a solid brick wall is thrown at a person's face?

If that were true… … .

No, there was no need to think about that. There were already people who were being hit.

“Kkaaaaaaah!”

A man gets hit by a rock and then jumps up into the sky like a frog hit by a slingshot thrown with full force.

'Was that guy Jeong Jin-eon?'

That doesn't matter anymore.

Perhaps, Jeong Jin-eon, who has seen that distant sky, will be a different person than before.

Eonhyo looked again at the tragedy unfolding in the training ground.

“Eww!”

“S-save me! Save me!”

“What crazy guy asked to teach! What crazy guy!”

It was fortunate that Hwangbo Joong-geol had already passed out after being hit by two rocks. If he had remained conscious, he would have been knocked out by the other cadets’ fists, not the rocks.

Eonhyo's gaze turned to the stage.

Wi Yeon-ho was lying diagonally on the bed, holding a piece of candy in his mouth, and throwing and catching stones with one hand while observing the liver.

Well well.

In the meantime, seeing them eating everything, I strangely felt a burning sensation inside me.

“Eww! Now!”

bang!

And then, in an instant, Eonhyo's anger subsided as he saw the stone leave Wiyeonho's hand and slam one of the students into the outer wall. It was to the point where he thought, 'A person can be this calm.'

He was being treated for intermittent explosive disorder.

“Hmm…….”

Wi Yeon-ho said with a dissatisfied expression.

“Everyone is standing so far back, so you have to exert a lot of force. Wouldn’t it be easier for everyone if you came closer?”

It would be more realistic to ask them to stick their heads into a burning gun port, or into a tiger's mouth.

If you tell someone to come near you while throwing stones at them to kill them, who would come near?

Everyone seemed to agree with Unhyo's idea, as they all stood close to the outer wall of the training ground, not even thinking of moving forward. They were brave enough just because no one escaped from the training ground.

The number of cadets had already been reduced by half.

Half of the remaining half was scattered on the floor, and the other half was bounced somewhere.

When Wi Yeon-ho reached out his hand again, Musan, who had been watching from the side, immediately placed a stone in his hand.

“Now, just a moment!”

Eonhyo shouted desperately.

"yes?"

Wi Yeon-ho stopped raising his hand in response to Eon-hyo’s protest. If he had left it alone, that stone would have sent someone flying far into the sky. His body began to tremble involuntarily as he thought about it.

“What kind of training is this?”

“Avoiding the stones.”

“……That’s not what I asked. How is this going to help?”

“Is it possible?”

Wi Yeon-ho spoke as if scolding Eon-hyo for not understanding.

“Well, of course it helps. But I think there are many more excellent, effective, and safer training methods than this. Is there a reason to do this kind of training?”

“All I know is this starch?”

“…….”

Unhyo, speechless, looked at Wiyeonho with a blank expression.

“That’s why I told you to study on your own.”

Yes, that's right.

But the guy who couldn't stand it and threw a tantrum asking to be trained is now lying on the floor, foaming at the mouth.

“But you were the one who wanted to take the class. I’m a lazy guy, but I know that when I have to do something, I have to do it properly.”

Even Wi Yeon-ho knew that if he tried to take the money without paying anything in return, he would be a thief.

“Oh, and… this really works.”

“I have a question.”

"yes?"

“If that’s all you’ve learned, then you’ve also practiced the same method, right?”

“Yes.”

“Uh, how much did you pay for this?”

Wi Yeon-ho's face became serious. Thinking about it, it wasn't easy to divide that 'how much' exactly.

“I think the only memory I have for the past two years is being beaten to death…….”

Unhyo's face became pale.

Is it wrong for someone to hit someone with a rock like this for two years, or is it wrong for someone to get hit and still survive?

'Are you okay?'

For a moment, I felt like I figured out why Wei Yanhui's head was acting strange.

“Are we going to have to do this for two years?”

“Hey, how skilled are you?”

"……then?"

“If you keep getting hit for a month or two, won’t it get a little better? Later on, even when you’re sleeping, if you feel something approaching, you’ll jump up three steps. Once you get to that level, you won’t be getting hit anywhere.”

“…….”

Eonhyo looked up at Wiyeonho with a sense of despair.

So, does that mean Wi Yeon-ho did this crazy thing for two years?

So, I have no choice but to become stronger.

Unlike Wi Yeon-ho, who had to deal with nearly a hundred cadets, Wi Yeon-ho's teacher only treated Wi Yeon-ho for two years.

'What a wonderful person.'

I felt like some of the pent-up anger was going down a little.

“Anyway, just do a little more. There’s not much time left.”

Wi Yeon-ho glanced at the setting sun and picked up the stone again.

“Then be careful.”

Kwakwakwakwa!

Your words and actions are two different things, you crazy bastard!

Eonhyo desperately twisted his body as he watched the flying stones.

"Thank you for your effort."

Wi Yeon-ho waved his hand.

As the sun set behind the mountains, Wi Yeon-ho suddenly got up from his seat. Lee Seol-hwa quickly gathered up the sweets Wi Yeon-ho had left behind, and Musan used the Geumgang Budongshin method to retrieve the stones that had fallen on the ground.

If the Shaolin elders had known that Shaolin's holidays were being used to pick up rocks, they would have been as furious as Asuras, but fortunately or unfortunately, there were no instructors from Shaolin at the Jamryongmuguan at the moment.

“Class will start again on time tomorrow.”

After leaving those words, Wi Yeon-ho walked out of the training ground at a brisk pace.

“……What is going on?”

Unhyo shuddered as he looked at the cadets lying on the floor, groaning.

Just one day.

In just one day, more than half of the cadets became corpses. Unhyo was lucky not to be hit, but if he had been hit even once, he would have been no different from them.

'Do I have to do this for two more months?'

“Tongue, bro.”

"huh?"

Peng Do-hyung limped towards Unhyo. He seemed to have been hit in the leg.

“Brother Gong and Brother Choi will quit.”

“Oh, really?”

Just a moment ago, Eonhyo, who was thinking about whether to hit him or not, looked at Pengdohyung with a stinging feeling.

“Is this training meaningful?”

“……I don’t know.”

In fact, if you look at it objectively, it would be even stranger if it didn't help. The theory and sparring learned in the absence of a match have no risk of injury. So naturally, the tension is bound to decrease.

But each and every one of Wi Yeon-ho's stone throwing attacks was enough to instill fear as if it were a real fight.

So it will definitely help. It will help, but… … .

'You could get sick or die before then!'

I wanted to run away right away, but it felt unfair and my pride was hurt.

“Do-hyung.”

“Yes, brother.”

“Before we signed up for the class, didn’t we promise ourselves that we would become stronger no matter what humiliations and hardships we faced?”

A look of bewilderment appeared on Eonhyo's face.

“Tongue, bro.”

“Wei Yanhu said with his own mouth that he became strong in this way. So if we just follow this practice, we too will become incomparably stronger than we are now.”

Actually, I'm not very sure.

“But brother, before that, we will become disabled first.”

"joy!"

Unhyo spoke as if spitting fire.

“In the world of martial arts, being weak is more miserable than being disabled. I will become strong even if I have to lose my limbs. Haven’t you seen what it means to be strong?”

Peng Do-hyung also nodded slowly.

The sight of Wei Yan-ho single-handedly slaughtering Guido Ssangma, who had no choice but to prepare himself for death despite the presence of Plum Blossom Sword and all of them, as if swatting flies, was vivid in my mind.

As Eonhyo declared,

“I’ll do anything to become stronger. If I quit this and my friends stay behind and become stronger than me, I’ll have nightmares all my life! And the cadets I know wouldn’t give up over this amount of hardship.”

“That’s right, brother.”

“Let’s do it!”

"yes!"

Eonhyo and Pengdohyung's eyes burned with blazing determination.

The next day.

“…….”

Peng Do-hyung looked at Eon-hyo with a subtle gaze.

Eonhyo avoided Pengdohyung's eyes with a trembling expression.

When the time came, Wi Yeon-ho climbed up onto the stage, tilted his head, looked at Eon-hyo, and spoke.

“There are a lot of absences today. Are there five of them?”

No, you crazy bastard!

I said I beat them all up!

There were only five people standing in the large grand arena. Yesterday, there were nearly a hundred practitioners, but they had all been beaten up and run away.

“The number is not large, but we must continue to practice.”

Wi Yeon-ho picked up the stone and smiled.

“You have guts. My master said that people with guts become strong. Or….”

for a moment.

I think I just heard the phrase 'be the first to die'?

“Let’s get started.”

Wi Yeon-ho started throwing and catching rocks with his hands.

“Tongue, bro!”

When Peng Do-hyung shouted in an anxious voice, Eon-hyo just laughed.

The comrades of the spirited Sleeping Dragon?

The stone thrown by Wi Yeon-ho began to fly towards Eon-hyo at the speed of light.

“Rotten.”

Paaaaaaaah!