Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 274

# 274

Taejonbirok Volume 11 Episode 24

Chapter 67: The Lazy Man, Attacked (4)

Wuming, the second disciple of the volcano, did not like the name of the Demonic Sect very much.

Ever since I was a child, I've heard stories about the Demonic Cult over and over again. It's so ingrained in my ears how scary and powerful they are.

Every time he heard that story, Woo-Myeong had two thoughts.

One question was, 'Were they really that scary and strong?' If they were really as scary and strong as those who had experienced the Demonic Cult said, how could the world of martial arts endure?

Ultimately, the reason their strength is packaged as a myth is to emphasize the greatness of past generations who endured them.

However, since he had not lived through that time, he could not refute it at all. So, Woo-myeong had no choice but to think of another idea.

'If the Demonic Cult appears in my generation, I too will fight more bravely than the previous generations.'

Then he can show the previous generation how brave they were and how great they fought. How brave he is and how great he can be.

And now that opportunity has arrived.

Woo-myeong stepped forward confidently, holding the plum sword. The demonic cult he had dreamed of had appeared before him. Now was the time to prove his courage.

“The devil…….”

The first thing he was going to say was, 'You devils, not a single one will pass behind me.'

But his thoughts were not able to come out of his mouth. The moment his eyes met with mine rushing toward him, Woo-myung froze like a mouse seeing a cat.

eye.

They are the same human eyes.

But those eyes were clearly different from any he had ever seen before.

Woo-Myeong, who lived in Hwasan, a prestigious school, fiercely competing with his disciples and valuing his teacher's teachings as gold and jade. He has never had a single day of peace since he came to Hwasan, and he has worked very hard.

But in that fierce life, he could never find anyone who looked at him with those eyes.

Enemy, and malice.

The moment he saw the eyes boiling with hatred that were determined to kill the opponent, Woo-Myeong was able to realize how comfortable his life had been up until now.

I was overwhelmed by the momentum before I could even test my skills.

Woo-myeong opened his mouth to loosen up his stiff body.

“I, I…….”

"bantling!"

But the opponent must have noticed Woo-myeong's condition as well, so he sneered and swung his sword.

Kaang!

It seems that the constant efforts were not in vain, as the body recognized the crisis and moved before the head fell into confusion.

He succeeded in striking the glans flying towards his neck, but he couldn't do anything more than that. Woo-myung looked at the glans flying back quickly and saw a flash of light for a moment.

Kaaaaang!

“Wake up!”

Woo-myung, who came to his senses from the strong shock he felt on his back, looked back in surprise.

The swordsman looked at him with a cold face. For a moment, he felt ashamed. He couldn’t stand the fact that he had been pushed back by the enemy’s momentum rather than his own skills.

“Tighten your lower abdomen and hold on.”

"yes!"

Cheonggeomja narrowed his eyes and looked at Mine walking towards him.

'I'm scared.'

Even his heart, which he had believed to be as firm as steel, was trembling. And his arms were trembling even more. With just one exchange of blows, he realized that the people in front of him were the demons who had ruthlessly trampled the world.

“Kuaaaah!”

“S, save me…….”

“Run away! Now!”

The face of the blue swordsman became even darker.

Unlike here, where everyone was momentarily on guard against each other and entered a state of calm, screams were constantly ringing out in other places.

‘I believed I had become stronger… … .’

They thought they had gathered enough strength since they had not experienced war. However, there was something they overlooked, and that was the same for the Demonic Cult.

It is unknown what level of status they hold in the Demonic Cult, but considering that the sect members gathered at the volcano are by no means low-ranking figures in the martial arts world, the situation could be considered the worst.

Karak, Karak.

The scepter was making an unpleasant sound as it brushed against the bluestone floor. The swordsman looked at the mine approaching him with a stern face.

“A little more…….”

“…….”

“Rebel a little more. If we just deal with you like this, all the training we’ve done so far will become meaningless.”

"after……."

The swordsman let out a short breath.

“You were always so arrogant before, but in the end you just backed down and ran away.”

Mine's eyes twitched.

The words of the swordsman seemed to have touched his sore spot.

“You won’t die easily.”

“I guess I won’t die.”

“Heh heh heh heh heh.”

The Gwandudo and the Plum Blossom Sword collided in midair.

Ugh.

This thin sound rang in my ears.

Even though her teeth were twisted to the point of breaking, Cheongyeongja didn't realize it.

What he heard were the screams of his disciples, and what he saw were the sight of his disciples falling, splattering blood.

"this person……."

My body is shaking with anger.

His reason was flying away with intense anger. Cheongyeongja gritted her teeth and grabbed the plum sword hanging on her waist.

I know it in my head. There won't be any change if he jumps into this battle line. Among those fighting below, there are countless people who are much stronger than him. But there's no way he can change the situation that can't be changed.

'What on earth is going on?'

According to what Plum Blossom Sword Master said, they are a public assassination squad. They are one of the armed groups that the Demonic Cult possessed in the past, and they are the ones that Cheongyeongja had encountered countless times.

But the assassination squad he knew wasn't strong enough to easily drive out those here.

In that case, we have to think of it as one of two things. Either the Gongsal Squad has been upgraded to a higher level organization than the Gongsal Squad they knew in the past, and has gathered more talented people than before, or… … .

“Does this mean that the Demonic Cult has become stronger than before?”

It was something I never wanted to imagine.

Even the demonic cults of the past almost brought martial arts to the brink of destruction. If the demonic cults return stronger than before, how can we stop them?

Cheongyeongja closed her eyes slightly and opened them.

For now, it's important to block this place.

“The above is a small matter!”

Cheongyeongja turned her head to find Wiyeonho and opened her eyes wide when she saw the empty seat.

“Oh, where did you go?”

***

“Kwaaah!”

“Ahhhh!”

A scream is heard.

It was obvious without a doubt who the screams coming from all directions were. They were living lives. Each and every one of them was a child who had sweated and shed tears together in this volcano.

Every time he heard a scream, he felt a pain like a needle was stabbing his chest. But Plum Blossom Sword Lord could not move to save them.

“Coolook.”

When I coughed, a lot of blood came out of my throat. I guess my stomach was really hurt.

Blinking his increasingly blurry eyes, Plum Blossom Sword Master raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.

“Are you okay?”

It was not something that the one who made him like this should say. Plum Blossom Sword Lord smiled, revealing his teeth reddened with blood.

“That little bastard…….”

“Certainly, I can be said to be weaker than the swordsman. But just because I’m weaker doesn’t mean I have to be weaker than the old man, right? Isn’t that right?”

Gwangmu-ryang looked at the Plum Blossom Sword Lord with a sneer.

Even though Gwangmu-ryang, who was nothing more than a greenhorn compared to him, was openly laughing at him, Plum Blossom Sword Lord could not get angry. Gwangmu-ryang had every right to laugh at him.

'How could this happen?'

In the past, Black Zone was a master equal to him. To be blunt, he was a master half a level higher than him. But that was twenty years ago. The Black Zone of twenty years ago could not possibly be stronger than him now.

Even if Gwangmu Ryang had the same level of skill as Heukjon, he would have been confident enough to defeat him.

But the results were disastrous.

The Plum Blossom Sword Master, who was proud of being one of the top five swordsmen in the world, was being pushed around miserably by that young, blue-eyed Mine.

“……Did you even do any tasting?”

Gwangmu-ryang shook his head.

“That is also a good method, but wouldn’t the air power be too messy? I’m sure even the Sword Master knows that it’s impossible to reach the realm using that method.”

“I guess so. I just don’t understand it.”

“You don’t need to understand.”

Black magic energy began to emanate from Gwangmu-ryang's body.

“You won’t be able to understand anything with that frozen mind. Even if you could understand, it would be meaningless now. Your death would be a great celebratory signal for the return of the doctrine.”

“Inom!”

Plum Blossom Sword Lord shouted.

His shattered pride was destroying his reason. The plum sword he was holding began to tremble and then rose towards the sky.

The wind blows from somewhere.

And the plum blossoms that had bloomed in the wind began to fall in abundance.

Plum blossoms are in full bloom.

Each and every petal that covered the world was carrying a deadly black aura and flying towards Gwangmu Ryang.

Each petal was so vivid that it looked real.

Gwangmu-ryang clenched his fist as he watched the plum leaves covering him.

"foolish……."

The Plum Blossom Sword Lord's sword was certainly flashy and powerful. However, it was missing the most important thing.

Living.

The will to kill the opponent at all costs.

He couldn't be threatened at all by sword strikes that didn't contain any life force.

His hand stretched out, covered in black magic energy.

The Demon Emperor's Heavenly Hand.

The palm branches that gushed out from his palm grew to a size larger than a person and flew towards the Plum Blossom Sword Lord. The falling flowers lost their momentum and began to fall weakly in front of the majesty of the Demon King’s Great Spirit.

The Plum Blossom Sword Lord's eyes opened wide as if they were going to tear apart.

The sight of his swordsmanship, which he had trained for his entire life, collapsing before he could even exert any strength, was not simply shocking.

The earth was falling, the sky was falling, and the world was falling apart.

Plum Blossom Sword Lord pushed his sword away from the Jang Gang flying towards him.

At the same time, numerous plum blossoms are blooming.

Plum blossoms overlapped and overlapped again, creating a wall of plum blossoms.

Kuuuuuuuung!

The plum wall and the light beam collided, creating an explosion that shook the heavens and the earth.

And… …the results of that binge were clear.

“Ugh…….”

Plum Blossom Sword Lord, who was buried in the floor up to his knees, trembled with blood all over his body. Shock, disbelief, and fear soaked his old eyes.

“I will let you go without pain, out of respect for your sword. In the next life, live with the Holy Fire.”

At that moment, as Gwangmu Ryang was about to use his hand to cut off the Plum Blossom Sword Master's breath, an eerie voice came into his ear.

“It is not a good attitude to force your religion on others.”

Gwangmu Ryang slowly turned around at the sound of a voice coming from behind him.

“……Jeonghyeop sword?”

Wi Jeong-han smiled brightly and drew his sword.

“Hey, let’s see how far the ignorance of the demonic cult has advanced.”