Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 259

# 259

Taejonbirok Volume 11 Episode 9

Chapter 64: Kick the Lazy (4)

It was faster than black light.

It wasn’t just a passing remark. Before the light emitted by Wi Yeon-ho’s sword could even be recognized, Tang Cheon-gun had to ward off the sword flying towards him.

Boom!

The hand and sword clashed and an explosive noise erupted.

'That's ridiculous!'

What is the greatest thing in Tang Dynasty martial arts?

Those who don't know the song will say it's poison, and those who know the song well will say it's memorization.

No matter how venomous it is, it is meaningless if it does not touch the opponent's body. If the poison of the Tang family is the martial arts of the Tang family known to the public, then the secret technique is the essence of the martial arts that the Tang family is proud of.

But if you are a Dangga person, things are different.

The most important thing in Tangga's martial arts is not memorization or poison. It is the manual skills that allow you to use both.

They are the ones who must touch the poisonous dark magic that can turn even an ox into a handful of blood every day. No matter how much resistance they have, if they get hurt every time, they will not be able to overcome the poison that builds up and they will end up heading to the underworld.

That is why the hands of the Tang Dynasty were stronger than anything else. Aren't they the hands that can tear steel with their bare hands without leaving a single scratch?

But now, Tang Cheon-gun had no choice but to look down at his hands several times.

I have no feeling in my hands.

If it had been so painful that it felt like it was going to tear apart, it wouldn't have been this absurd. I had only blocked a single sword, but my hand had completely lost its sensation, as if it had disappeared.

But there was no time to be surprised.

Paaaaang!

The sword rips the air.

A simple stab.

But the thrust, which was loaded with power and speed, could not be considered a simple thrust.

Tangcheon-gun desperately leaned back. The shadow of the sword cut off his bangs. Tangcheon-gun gritted his teeth as he watched his hair rising in the air.

'Strong.'

I knew that it was not at the level of the later index. However, the sword that Wei Yanhu was showing now was not at the level of the later index, but was in no way inferior to the level of the powerful men of the time.

I don't understand how someone can act like this at that age. I still find it hard to believe.

But such thoughts were just happening in my head, and the inaction of Wei Yanho that I saw before my eyes was real.

If you see and feel it, how can you not believe it if you force logic into it?

“Huh!”

With his back bent, he waved both his hands. The needles and coins that came out of his sleeves began to fly around Wi Yeon-ho, squeezing him in all directions.

Some fast, some slow.

A rain of dark energy fell, covering everything from front to back, left to right, and above my head.

"like?"

Wi Yeon-ho looked at the sight as if it was amazing and then raised his sword.

'What did you tell me to do in this situation?'

His master said that he had taught him how to deal with everything that he might encounter in the world of martial arts. So if you think about it carefully, you will find ways to deal with it…

“There isn’t any!”

You're such a fucking scammer!

Wei Yanhu's sword is raised above his head.

If a thousand dark energy falls, you can block it with a thousand swords.

Wi Yeon-ho's sword began to tremble. The sword began to tremble more and more violently, and soon dozens, hundreds, and thousands of shadows formed, covering everything around his body.

“That, a sword curtain?”

“No! It’s a sword wall!”

'what?'

It seemed as if someone was trying to define his sword, but Wei Yanhui scoffed.

The realms of the sword that Kang Ho and the martial artists forcibly divided had no meaning to him. Baek Mu-han told him not to get caught up in the boundaries. The boundaries of the sword that humans conveniently divided had no meaning to Wi Yeon-ho, so he said he should just follow the path that the sword wanted to take.

'The path the sword takes is ultimately a rule, Master.'

His master was the one who set rules while telling him not to. Wei Yanhu even deviated from the path set by his master. His sword simply followed his will.

When I think about blocking it, the sword moves on its own.

As if it were a moving flesh that could be moved by will, the black fingertips of Wei Yanhu moved naturally and repelled all the dark energy that was rushing towards them.

“Me, me!”

Cheongyeongja broke out in a cold sweat as she watched the dark energies flying in all directions. Dark energies were also pouring down towards him. Most of them lost their power after being bounced off once, but it was nerve-racking for him to block the dark energies that could kill someone if they just brushed past them.

‘I’m in this situation… … .’

Just blocking some of the bounced attacks makes me feel like my stamina is being worn down, so how much pressure must Wei Yanho feel while he is in the middle of those attacks?

Cheongyeongja shook her head as she thought about whether she could have stopped the Dark King's attack just now if he had been there.

'It's meaningless.'

Even if he could somehow block it, he didn't have the confidence to block it that easily. Even though he didn't want to admit it, he had no choice but to admit it. Wei Yanhu was clearly stronger than him.

At this point, it becomes pointless to discuss the winner.

“I blocked it!”

“I stopped it! I stopped it!”

“Was that Mancheonhwawoo just now?”

“Mancheonhwawoo is freezing to death! How could something like that come out so early?”

“……So you’re saying that just an attack has that much power? Oh my god.”

Both the attacker and the defender were beyond imagination.

These are the people who have been watching the late index's full power fight until recently. They have come to know why the late index is the late index.

No matter how strong the latter index is, it will inevitably fade in front of the skills of the powerful men representing this era. And Wei Yanhui was standing arm in arm with those powerful men.

“Why on earth don’t you get addicted! Why!”

The Dark King clenched his fists.

It was surprising that the secrets he had shaken off with all his might had been in vain. But what was truly surprising was that there was no sign of addiction on Wei Yanhui's face.

He has already poisoned Wei Yanhu.

Furthermore, even if the secret weapon was repelled, the spirit of the secret weapon that was embedded in it should have flowed out of the secret weapon and seeped into Wei Yanhu’s respiratory system the moment the swords of the secret weapon and Wei Yanhu clashed.

Even those with a certain level of tolerance would collapse on the floor and vomit blood if they inhaled that much poison, but Wi Yeon-ho’s facial expression did not change at all even though he inhaled that much poison. All Wi Yeon-ho did was occasionally hold his stomach as if it was aching.

“Oh, shit! It hurts so bad.”

Wi Yeon-ho grabbed the boat and made a face.

'It can't just hurt and be like that… … .'

The poison he used was known as the poison of the Dark King, or Dangcheon-gun. In the Tang family, the poison he used was a direct indication of how strong his poison was.

No matter how much blood you have inherited from the Tang family, unless the poison flows through your blood, addiction is unavoidable, and the poison you use is a poison you can handle.

If you can do it secretly and carefully, then that's fine, but if you use poison in the middle of a fierce battle like this, you have to be prepared to get poisoned yourself.

Currently, the only one in the Tang family who can use the Chuhonyeon during battle is Tangcheon-gun.

However, even though he drank that much poison, Wei Yanhui showed no signs of poisoning at all.

“Ow, ew, eww!”

Wi Yeon-ho, who was about to say something, suddenly grabbed his throat and started vomiting. Then, with a serious expression on his face, he spat on the floor.

Dangcheon-gun shouted in surprise as if his eyes were about to pop out when he saw something dark red coming out of Wi Yeon-ho's mouth.

“Ma, is it possible to sleep soundly?”

“What did you say?”

Although Wi Yeon-ho answered bluntly, Tang Cheon-gun couldn't take his eyes off the dark red liquid Wi Yeon-ho had spat out.

'Hey, why is that here?'

To someone who didn't know, it would just look like blood mixed with poison, but to Dangcheon-gun, he could clearly see what it was.

That's not blood, it's the original liquid of the wedding. It's the liquid that was originally in the bottle.

It must have been a mixture of the poison he had initially released on Wei Yanhu and the wedding banquet he had prepared before he turned it into smoke with his poison.

How can a person purify the poison they inhale through their respiratory tract and spit it out through their mouth? It's not like they're some kind of human filter!

“Aww, you’re acting so dirty.”

Wi Yeon-ho tapped the area where his stomach was. From the moment he thought he was addicted, Baek Mu-han's inner body inside him began to shake.

I don't know what it does, but it keeps releasing its energy and then retracting it, so if you do it wrong, you could end up possessed by a demon.

At first, didn't you think that your internal organs were having a seizure and that you were now paralyzed and unable to move?

As the stomach kept bulging, Wi Yeon-ho pressed down on it with his hand.

“Oh, I’m not feeling well. I’m not feeling well.”

As anxiety came, his anger grew stronger. Wi Yeon-ho spat on the floor and glared at Dang Cheon-gun. Dang Cheon-gun had his mouth wide open, looking half-souled.

“Oh, you’re the one who can’t sleep!”

“I told you it wasn’t like that, why are you talking nonsense! My master said there’s no such thing as being invincible!”

“……No, I’m seeing it with my own eyes right now.”

“Oh, really, this gentleman. Is he a pseudo-religionist?”

When it comes to poison, Wei Yanho raised his sword, trampling on the opinion of the world's best poison expert, who no one could disagree with.

“It hurts so much that I’m getting even angrier. Bite down hard. It’s all coming out.”

“Hey, you!”

The panicked Tang Cheon-gun shouted and spread out both his hands.

The poison doesn't work.

Whether or not it was true that Mandokbulchim was right, if I wanted to kill that guy with poison, I would have to bring the legendary formless poison. In that case, I had to give up on fighting Wei Yanhu with poison.

then…….

“Poison is not everything!”

His hands suddenly spread open, and rays of light began to stream out from his sleeves.

The long, flowing lines of amnesia appear as if pure white threads are being emitted.

But that was only for a moment.

The dark clouds that had risen into the sky began to take on a bright red hue, and soon began to fall, covering the entire Weiyen Lake.

Everyone watching stared blankly at the sight as if they were lost in a fantasy.

The red flags that covered the world, some quickly and some slowly, fell, shook, and fluttered.

Just like flower petals fluttering in the spring breeze.

If you don't know what the red petals that fall, decorating the sky, mean, then you don't deserve to be here.

A voice spread out like a groan.

“The sky is filled with flowers and rain…….”

It was literally raining flowers. The world's most famous herbivore, the one that made Tangga Tangga, was on display.

"and!"

Wi Yeon-ho quietly raised his head in the middle of the stage where flower rain was falling.

"pretty."

There was no denying that it was beautiful. But I could also see how much viciousness was hidden within that beauty.

In times like these, it is the master's… … .

“Master.”

"why?"

“What is strength?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I don’t quite understand what that means.”

“You will know the strength of this master when you get hit!”

“……No, really.”

“Huh? This isn’t it……”

Wei Yanho, who had failed to come up with any helpful thoughts, raised his sword.

Anyway, he's a useless guy.

– You don't need to know that.

"uh?"

I gave up, but then something else started to come to mind.

Why is it not necessary?

― Strength is not in your head, but in your body. And your body will perfect it. You just have to put down your sword. And swing your sword. Then the world will tell you.

“I am strong.”

Wei Yanhu's sword began to emit pure white light.