Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 258

# 258

Taejonbirok Volume 11 Episode 8

Chapter 64: Kick the Lazy (3)

The Dark King could tell that the expression “smoke coming out of one’s ears” wasn’t just a coincidence. The heat in his face was so intense that steam was actually rising from his crown and ears.

'I can't believe I'm being treated like this.'

Who is he?

It's the dark queen.

Isn't he the head of the Sacheondang family and the real power behind Cheon Eui-ryeon? If you ask him if he is 'one of the strongest men in the world', it wouldn't be easy to answer yes, but it could be strongly argued that he is one of the ten most influential people in the world.

But now, that influence seems to have completely disappeared.

Because of that one little kid in front of me with that grumpy look on his face.

'You need to calm down.'

The Dark King had to struggle to suppress the anger boiling within him.

Anyone can run to that little brat like that. But he must not become that 'anyone'.

The nickname of Dark King was not taken from the gambling board. It couldn't be easy to lead a huge family like Sacheondangga.

He has successfully led the Sacheondangga up until now, and has created the current Cheon Il-ryeon through various means since his youth.

In the midst of the boiling anger, a chill began to slowly raise its head.

'This is a crisis.'

No matter how great his accomplishments have been so far, if he were to lose to that damn kid right here, right now, all his fame would be shattered.

It was clear that he would no longer be able to show off his power in the martial arts world with the name of Dark King. It was clear that the news of Dark King being defeated by Later Jisoo would spread throughout the martial arts world in less than two days.

“That won’t do!”

The Dark King's eyes glowed blue.

How did you build your reputation? How did you create your reputation?

But that reputation is in danger of collapsing in an instant!

The Dark King's hands trembled.

But what was truly terrifying was that the little kid in front of me was no easy opponent.

Even though he had let his guard down for a moment, it was Wei Yanho who had blasted him away like a child throwing a frog.

Carelessness was a word that was used only among those with similar abilities. It would never happen that someone as powerful as the Dark King would let his guard down and get hit by the Later Index and fly through the sky.

'I thought it was exaggerated… … .'

The rumor about Wei Yanhu spread from the volcano and reached the ears of the Dark King. Even before the stupid subordinates reported it, the Dark King had already heard the rumor about Wei Yanhu.

It's absurd that he suddenly appeared out of nowhere and became the strongest candidate to win, beating out Wisanho and Baekgeomyeong. When he said that his level of strength had already surpassed the latter index, I thought it was just an exaggeration.

No matter how much of an awl is in a pocket, it is bound to stick out, and although there are many hidden strongmen in the world, what sticks out of a pocket should be an awl, not a longsword.

If you say, 'I took something out of my pocket, and it turned out to be a long sword half a meter long,' who would believe you?

But that wasn't an exaggeration at all.

The Dark King glared at Wei Yanhu, who was slowly walking toward him. He couldn't help but laugh in vain as he saw Wei Yanhu walking toward him with a look of deep sorrow on his face.

This is the first time I've seen a guy like this in my life.

A master should have the dignity that matches his status. However, Wi Yeon-ho did not have such dignity. If rumors spread that he was beaten by someone without dignity, Tang Cheon-gun’s status would fall even further.

Dangcheon-gun erased the word ‘carelessness’ from his mind.

The word 'face' was also erased.

Now he must defeat Wei Yanhu at all costs. Overwhelmingly, at that. Otherwise, he will not be able to justify his brutal flight through the palace just now.

Crack.

Tang Cheon-gun held the poison bottle tightly with his fingertips inside his wide sleeves.

'I didn't know it would have to be this hard.'

No matter how notorious Sacheondangga was for its poison, it was still awkward to use poison in front of others.

Even if everyone knows it and everyone acknowledges it, poison tends to be looked down on, and there is a difference between seeing it with your own eyes and hearing it with your own ears.

It was certainly unpleasant to use poison against the later index in front of so many people.

but…….

'This is not the time to be covering up such things.'

Tang Cheon-gun opened the bottle of poison. Then, red smoke began to rise from his right sleeve.

“It’s a soul-searching party!”

Someone shouted as they recognized the poison Tang Chun-jun had used. Red smoke swirled up his sleeves. The poison began to seep into the hidden weapons inside his sleeves.

“……Don’t blame me, dear.”

Wi Yeon-ho snickered at Dangcheon-gun's words.

“Where did this gentleman get his angles from!”

Wi Yeon-ho swung his sword and shouted.

“When you’re spraying poison on someone who’s just lying there, you’re talking as if you were watching something!”

“Oh, no, be quiet there.”

“Oh my! People of the world! People who spread poison behind people’s backs are pretending to be upright! They have no shame in the world!”

Tang Cheon-gun's face turned red.

I glanced around and saw the audience chattering.

“You said you already used poison?”

“So that’s why he got hit and flew away.”

“You said you wrote it from behind?”

“Isn’t that Dangga’s specialty? Slyly releasing poison and pretending to win with skill. Didn’t Dangjong get caught doing the same thing last time?”

The veins on Dangcheon-gun's forehead stood out.

'We have to win.'

Winning cowardly and losing cowardly were two completely different things. If they won, they could claim that they would achieve their goal even if it meant resorting to dirty tricks, but if they lost, the reputation they had built up would fall into the abyss along with them.

Tang Cheon-gun's hand quietly touched the secret weapon inside his sleeve.

My heart began to calm down as I felt the cold metal on my fingertips. The cold metal began to fade away, and a tingling venom began to appear on my fingertips.

Even Dangcheon-gun, who had an extremely high tolerance for poison, felt the venom tingle his fingertips. Even a touch of it would melt an ox.

“I don’t need to say anything, right?”

“Then don’t drink.”

Wi Yeon-ho answered the question with a grimace.

But Dangcheon-gun was not excited. They had already entered the realm of life and death.

“Shouldn’t this be stopped?”

Cheongyeongja let out a sigh at Cheonggeomja's words.

“How can I stop it?”

"yes?"

“Can you jump in between them?”

At Cheongyeongja's words, Cheonggeomja turned his head and looked at the two.

“…….”

Then he was speechless. The air between Wi Yeon-ho and Dang Cheon-gun was becoming still. On the outside, it looked like a peaceful scene, but in Cheonggeom-cha’s eyes, he could feel how dangerous that place was.

If someone jumps in there, they'll be turned into minced meat in an instant.

“It’s impossible to stop a fight between masters like me. And since the emotional rift has already become this deep, even if we stop it now, it will eventually come down to a matter of life and death. In that case, it would be better to do it here. But!”

"yes."

Cheongyeongja said with a stern face.

“Place the children in front of the audience! Even a single piece of debris could cause casualties.”

"All right."

Cheongyeongja turned around and bowed deeply to those in the upper row.

“The circumstances are such that I have no choice but to ask for your help.”

There was no deep explanation, but everyone nodded and stood up. The fight in Tangga was not something to be watched from that distance. If someone with weak martial arts skills was in front, they would suffer misfortune.

If they couldn't stop the fight, they had to at least minimize the damage. Everyone in the upper ranks jumped down from their seats and stood in front of the audience.

“Ah, there, you can’t see it!”

“……It’s better than dying, so please bear with it.”

A loud noise came out of the mouths of those who did not know what the fight between the Tang families meant.

'You'll find out soon enough.'

Cheongyeongja looked at the stage with a stern face.

'By the way, that guy is really great too.'

Seeing Wi Jeong-han's calm expression despite the fact that his child was not someone else's and that he had to fight the Dark King, it occurred to me that it was only natural for someone who raised a lion to be a lion.

'Maybe I was underestimating the man called Wijeonghan.'

“Know that it is an honor to die from the poison of the Tang family. But it will be painless. You will be reduced to a handful of blood in an instant.”

“It hurts so much when you get hit by my sword. I don’t know about other things, but our sect is the best in the world at beating people up. Hey, you’re old now, so your joints don’t look healthy, so be careful. If you break it, it won’t heal well.”

“……Don’t you have a mother or father?”

“Well, what if someone as high as the head of the Dang family doesn’t even know the family tree of other sects? That’s why the Dang family is like that.”

How's the party going! It's going well!

Tang Cheon-gun, who almost spit out fire from his mouth, instead poured out dark energy. The sound of wind cutting through his right hand was heard, and needles thinner than a hair began to pour out and fly towards Wi Yeon-ho.

"omg."

Wi Yeon-ho raised his sword when he saw the flying needles.

Tata tata tang!

The needles that flew in with a sound like soybeans frying were blocked by Wei Yanhu's sword and bounced off in all directions.

“Eww!”

People started screaming in terror.

The needles, each laden with venom, flew out in all directions. As those in front of the audience blocked the needles, a quiet silence swept over the room.

“Uh uh…….”

In that moment, those who realized that they had stepped into the gates of hell and escaped, began to slowly retreat. Only then did they understand how dangerous this confrontation was.

If you even get brushed by those ricocheting needles, you'll die instantly. There's no point in taking the elixir. It'll already dissolve into blood before you take it, so what's the point of taking the elixir?

“Oh, sir. You fight so pettily.”

Although Wi Yeon-ho made provocations, Dangcheon-gun did not respond.

'As expected.'

On the contrary, Dangcheon-gun was increasing the tension. The fact that he could deal with the needles he had thrown so easily was proof of Woyeonho's inaction.

'We have to stop here.'

Tang Tianjun was convinced that he had to kill Wei Yanhu. He and Tang Ga had already crossed a river that they should not cross. If Wei Yanhu continued to grow like this, Tang Ga would not be able to breathe until Wei Yanhu died.

Here, he had to kill Wei Yanhu to secure the future of the Tang family. His hand left the fine needle and touched the ox-hair needle.

Then Wi Yeon-ho opened his mouth with a smirk.

“They say the one who farts gets angry, but you’re attacking me out of the blue and looking really wronged.”

The master was right.

Why does the saying that there are no sane people among the powerful in the world of martial arts resonate with me so deeply?

The greatest evidence for those words was the Master.

“Inspiration.”

“…….”

“Let me tell you something.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Just because a person is born as a human doesn’t mean he or she is a human.”

"what?"

Wi Yeon-ho opened his mouth, muttering.

“You have to have shame to be human! I will teach you shame today!”

Wei Yanhu's sword began to emit light.

The wise man who was watching the scene groaned.

“……Is that what someone who knows that says?”

It was a father's heartbreaking lament that no one else could hear.