Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 232

# 232

Taejonbirok Volume 10 Episode 7

Chapter 59: Lazy, Active (2)

“The level of participants in this competition seems high.”

Dang Myeong, who represents Cheon Iryeon and is in charge of one axis of the competition, looked at the non-stage area with a satisfied look.

“These are kids who have been preparing for a long time, so wouldn’t that be natural?”

Cheongyeongja agreed with Dangmyeong's opinion.

This is not just a passing remark, but this competition was really high-level. There were quite a few high-level scenes that were so high-level that it was hard to believe that they were just a competition between late-comers.

“It looks like Kang-ho has prepared a lot.”

“Isn’t that the case with volcanoes too?”

“Haha, usually in times like this I should be humble, but I can’t just show my humility now because I’m afraid it might look bad in the future.”

There was an unconcealed pride on Cheongyeongja's face.

'With someone like Soha, it's obvious she can aim for the championship.'

Jang So-ha, who was waving his hand on the stage, was a talented person whom Hwasan had put his heart and soul into nurturing.

The title of Hwasan Jeilgeom, which was passed down from Geomjon to Gongmujin, will one day be passed down to Jang Soha. Jang Soha was an outstanding talent that Cheongyeongja was so proud of.

'I could have been more purely happy if he hadn't said that.'

Anyone who saw Jang So-ha's appearance, who had cleanly subdued the joint review index in just twenty seconds, could feel the aura of a hero. Anyone who had seen his sword would not hesitate to place him as a candidate to win this competition.

But is it true that a person like that can't even reach the level of a coral reef?

'That's nonsense.'

I know that Gongmujin never talks nonsense, but I just couldn't believe that one thing. No, if it was just that one thing, I might have tried to believe it even if I didn't want to. But what?

'Who is stronger than you?'

Cheongyeongja ended up shaking her head.

'That bumbling looking guy?'

The person who said that Gongmujin should never be on guard was Wei Yanho.

It's not 'You must be alert', it's 'You must not be alert'.

They say that since it is no longer at a level that can be resolved by being vigilant, you should not create problems and you should not even pay attention to it.

Does this make any sense?

Cheongyeongja's body trembled.

I would like to show the rich man in Guangdong that he had left his habit behind, but his situation was not so easy.

It's not like you can stop the problems others create, but you're not in a position to cause accidents.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Oh, no.”

Cheongyeongja waved her hand.

“Why don’t you think about it? If you’re not careful, the disciple of the volcano will win the competition hosted by the volcano. If that happens, you’ll have to stay up all night and day as punishment. So you can’t help but worry.”

“Hahaha, if that’s the kind of punishment I should receive it for seven days and seven nights.”

Cheongyeongja smiled pleasantly at the words of Changgwangsu Sa Gohwi.

Representatives of each sect were seated on the high seats set up above the stage, but they all seemed to be in awe of the martial arts under the circumstances.

'It's better than I thought.'

'The volcano holds a treasure.'

Although they were talking about virtues, they were quickly calculating in their hearts. They were weighing the joys and sorrows of the match, and they were comparing whether the disciples of the Japa could handle Jang So-ha.

“But it won’t be easy. Our children are not easy either.”

“I don’t think it’s easy. I didn’t think it was easy to begin with, but watching the rain, I think it’s even harder. The kids have grown up so well.”

“Hmm, I totally agree with that.”

Cheongyeongja couldn't help but be amazed when she saw the later indexes.

'They say that troubled times create heroes, but peaceful times create abundance.'

I thought they might have become weak because they had never experienced a proper battle, but the result was quite the opposite.

There was no time to worry about the children in the future, and in a world where children would die one by one no matter how much they were raised, it was impossible to provide them with a proper education.

Those who survived the fierceness on their own became heroes, but most did not.

However, as the era of peace arrived and the conflicts between the clans subsided, the time came to naturally focus on the successor. This is the result. If they continue to grow like this, the martial arts world will be able to enjoy unprecedented abundance.

“I’m looking forward to seeing how well the next contestant will perform.”

Someone opened their mouth at Cheongyeongja's words.

“I don’t think I’ll disappoint you. My son will go.”

"oh?"

Cheongyeongja looked at the person who opened his mouth.

“If you are a descendant of the Taesan Fist Association, isn’t it Pungyeong Fist, who has been showing off his outstanding skills in Hanam recently?”

“I just got an undeserved reputation.”

“You say it is too much. Isn’t it still being talked about that he chased down and destroyed the cult that was rampant with the Fengying Circle? If that is empty fame, how can I, an old man who has not accomplished anything at this age, show my face in shame?”

“The long-suffering man is gilding this guy’s face. I think his fame is excessive compared to what he has accomplished. However, his skills will never be passed down in vain.”

A look of pride that could not be hidden bloomed on Taesan Kwonhyeop's face.

'What good is skill?'

Just by looking at the fact that he was from the famous Taesanjang sect and confidently participated in this competition, you could easily guess his skills. Of those who remained in the main competition, only three were from small and medium-sized sects. All three of them had proven their skills.

Among them, there is no way that Feng Ying Quan would be weak.

“Who else is there?”

“Jeongmu-maeng’s…… Wijeonghan, where did this friend go? Who is this Jeongmu-maeng?”

“This is Wi Yeon-ho, this is Wi Yeon-ho.”

At that moment, Cheongyeongja's eyes trembled slightly.

“Wei Yan Ho?”

It meant, 'Is that Wei Yan Ho coming up?' However, those who do not know the circumstances seem to have interpreted it completely differently.

“Yes. I am the second son of Jeong Hyo-geom and Wi Jeong-han.”

“He was a completely unknown kid until now, but he suddenly joined this time. His skills are unknown, but he’s the son of Wi Jeong-han and the younger brother of Wi San-ho… He won’t be easy.”

'Is this because I don't know, you annoying gentlemen?'

It must be strong.

How could a guy who blew away the late leaders of the so-called strong political alliance like a tiger jumping into a flock of sheep… no, like a shepherd boy jumping into a flock of sheep be weak?

The question was what level of 'strength' was involved.

Cheongyeongja's eyes lit up as she watched the wind ring flying over the stage with her name called.

The Wei Yan Lake will be coming up soon.

'Let's see.'

Whether Gong Mu-jin's words are true or not, this will be clearly revealed when you see this secret.

Thump thump.

Wi Yeon-ho moved his feet with difficulty toward the stage, like an ox being dragged to the slaughterhouse.

Everyone's gaze simultaneously turned to Wi Yeon-ho.

“Tsk tsk, you look like you’re really scared.”

“It looks really hard.”

“Well, who would be strong when the opponent is Feng Yingquan?”

The people looked at Wi Yeon-ho with expressions of disapproval. It was pitiful that such a young man, still full of energy, had to deal with Feng Yingquan.

However, the evaluation of Wei Yanho's group was completely different.

“Oh, Father! My brother is heading towards the stage at incredible speed right now.”

“I’ve never seen him walk that fast, except when he’s running away.”

Even the coral nodded.

“It’s a good thing. You’re full of motivation.”

As Guangdongwei listened to the people's conversation, Zhang Yi slowly moved away from them.

'The common sense of these people is as far removed from that of ordinary people as heaven and earth.'

The problem was that Jang Il-do was gradually starting to agree with their opinions. In his view, Wi Yeon-ho was now burning with passion.

“Hey! Beggar!”

At that moment, Wei Yanhu turned around and called Jang Il. Jang Il’s face suddenly distorted.

“A beggar! It’s so unpleasant to hear that!”

“Then when you see a beggar, you call him a beggar. What do you say?”

“I have a name called Jang-il!”

“Yeah, beggar.”

Jang Il's face drooped deeply.

'Why didn't I practice harder?'

If I were just a little stronger than Wei Yanhu, I would have scratched that mean face. Well, this isn't a difference that can be solved with training.

“Yeah… why?”

“Isn’t there anything like betting money here?”

“Playing with money on the sacred sword! What kind of person would do such a shameful thing?”

“Aren’t you all doing it?”

“Hey, you idiot! This is a volcano. If you keep doing that, I’ll be hanging on the volcano’s main gate.”

“……I don’t think the beggar will hang up. The person who came will run away.”

“Kuaaaah!”

Wi Yeon-ho turned his head as he watched Jang Il having a seizure.

'He has a strange personality.'

Wei Yanhu, who had turned a normal person into a strange person in an instant, looked at Feng Yingquan and Du Wenwei, who were waiting for him on the stage.

“If you don’t want to come, you can abstain. Otherwise, come up quickly.”

“Are you going fast?”

"that is?"

"yes."

At Wei Yanhu's calm answer, Domunwi's eyebrows twitched slightly.

“You’re a kid who knows how to use a fighting stance.”

“Hey, but……”

"huh?"

“I think I’m taller than you. It’s not that I don’t like being called a kid, but when you call me that… what should I say, it’s like it doesn’t make sense and it bothers me? Well, that’s what it is.”

“This guy!”

The Taoist priest's eyes lit up.

His short stature was something he had always been dissatisfied with. He couldn't help but get angry when he pointed it out in front of all these people.

“You bastard….”

“Oh, okay.”

Wi Yeon-ho raised his hand to stop Do Moon-wi's words and climbed up onto the stage.

“Since what I’m going to say is obvious anyway, I’ll just say I heard it. I don’t really like talking before a fight. So let’s get started.”

“…….”

The face of the councilor turned bright red. But if he continued to speak, he would look like a petty person who was trying to argue before a fight.

'I'll tear you to pieces and kill you.'

Wi Yeon-ho glanced at the judges and shrugged his shoulders. Contrary to his wishes, the judges did not give the signal to start right away.

When the judge who received the order from above looked this way, Wi Yeon-ho smiled faintly.

“But, over there……”

The eyes of the gatekeeper were filled with doubt.

“Are you finding the way?”

“Huh?”

What does this mean?

Before Domunwi could even open his mouth, Wei Yanho quickly spoke.

“If you find your way, it will be easy to get back here.”

“What are you talking about…….”

At that moment, the judges shouted in a loud voice to start. At the very moment the words left his mouth, Wei Yanhu kicked the floor.

"omg!"

As I was thinking something was off, Wei Yanhui appeared right in front of me, smiling and waving at Domunwi.

“Then see you later.”

“Hey!”

Wi Yeon-ho's foot shot up at a speed like a ray of light and kicked Do-mun-wi's forehead.

Kwaaaaang!

A person was kicked, and there was a thunderous sound. At the same time, Domunwi's body began to shoot into the air like a cannonball.

“Ewwwwwwwww!”

With a desperate scream, Domunwi's body flew into the sky.

Wi Yeon-ho waved his hand as he watched the moving away Domunwi.

It was the moment when Cheongyeongja's voice flew away along with Domunwi's body.