Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 280

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Taejonbirok Volume 12 Episode 5

Chapter 68: Lazy Man, Exploding (5)

Gwangmu Ryang's face hardened as he watched Wei Yan Ho rushing towards him at an incredible speed.

'fast.'

It wasn't a bluff.

He was the type of person who could gauge his opponent's level just by looking at a single movement or action. However, the speed that Wi Yeon-ho was showing right now was so fast that even he couldn't guarantee that he could move at a similar speed.

Something incomprehensible.

“Khuhaat!”

Gwangmu-ryang's two hands slash the air.

Ten long slashes of lightning cut through the world and rushed toward Wei Yanhu.

Wi Yeon-ho swung his sword powerfully at Jo-gang who was flying towards him.

Kaaaaang!

Wei Yanhu's sword, radiating a dazzling white light, deflects the flying arrows.

'That easy?'

Gwangmu-ryang's eyes opened wide as if they were going to tear apart.

The level of ignorance can be high. There are bound to be geniuses in this world who transcend age.

Of course, Wei Yanhu was too strong to be called a genius, but it wasn't like there was a rule that said geniuses should only be this strong by this age, so it wasn't something that was difficult to understand.

But that's not the case with internal energy.

Even if you are a genius with outstanding intelligence, it takes time to build up your inner strength. In common parlance, even if you build up your inner strength from the time you were in your mother's womb, it only takes twenty years, so how can you have such strong inner strength?

'Think later.'

Tension began to appear on Gwangmu-ryang's face for the first time.

With his lack of education and internal energy, he could no longer look down on Wei Yanhu. Even to the Plum Blossom Sword Master, Gwangmu Liang, who had only shown courtesy for his age and achievements, acknowledged Wei Yanhu as his rival.

'There must be a limit to the Surazo.'

Gwangmu-ryang's hands began to turn black.

The Demon Emperor's Heavenly Hand.

As the serious Gwangmu-ryang began to raise his energy, a huge vortex of energy began to form around him. Even though he was not moving at all, the air was swirling around him, creating a huge storm.

However, Wei Yanhu's eyes were precisely following Gwangmu Ryang in the storm.

Wooooow!

With a sound like tens of thousands of bees vibrating, Gwangmu-ryang's two hands stretch out towards Wiyeonho.

An exclamation escaped Wei Yanhui's mouth.

A black water drop flew out from the outstretched hands of Gwangmu-ryang. At first, the water drop was the size of a palm, but as it flew towards Wei Yan-ho, it grew bigger and bigger, and soon it grew to the size of a person and grabbed Wei Yan-ho.

"omg?"

It was a truly unfamiliar martial art that I had never heard of or seen before.

Doesn't the hand that has been drawn out move as if it were a living hand?

'Isn't that strange?'

Wi Yeon-ho flinched slightly.

'How did you tell me to deal with this?'

Clearly, his master had already told him how to deal with all the martial arts he would encounter in the world, so this martial arts…

“Hey, man! You have to trust who you can trust!”

Wi Yeon-ho pulled back his sword.

If there is no way to deal with it, isn't there only one way?

In that moment, Wei Yanhu’s sword began to emit a dazzling light. At the same time, a radiance that seemed like it would swallow up the world appeared on Wei Yanhu’s sword.

“Come on!”

As the sword, which had been pulled back all the way, was swung down from above, a mass of light resembling a crescent moon shot out at an incredible speed.

The dazzling light that Wei Yanhu emitted, which was either sword energy or sword light, cleanly cut Guangmu Liang's Ma Huang Hong Tianshu in half and then flew towards him without stopping.

“Ugh!”

Gwangmu-ryang was so startled that he flew to the side.

Kakakakak!

The sword of Wei Yanhu, which had touched the ground, dug downwards, making a rough sound.

“……What the heck?”

Gwangmu-ryang looked at the spot where he had been with blank eyes.

The sword light dug so deep into the ground that the bottom was no longer visible. No matter how hard I strained my eyes, I couldn't see the end.

I started to get goosebumps at the sight of Gwangmu-ryang's back.

If I had faced this sword head-on, would I have been able to block it?

“Where the hell did you come from?”

"yes?"

Wi Yeon-ho asked back, as if asking what that meant.

“Hey, you’ve been talking about cutting ties with your family line and all that, so what are you talking about now? Are you forgetful? I’m my father’s son.”

"nice……."

Gwangmu Ryang glared at Wi Yeon Ho with eyes that seemed ready to kill him.

'What kind of ignorance is this?'

I had never heard of a sword like this in the Central Plains. Since it was a sword technique with such strong characteristics, if it had such power, its existence would have naturally been known.

Suddenly.

Gwangmu-ryang clenched his fist.

'If you let your guard down, you'll die.'

For the first time, I began to feel a sense of crisis. And that sense of crisis grew stronger and stronger.

'He's showing this much skill at this age. If he continues to grow like this, how much stronger will he become?'

Perhaps he was lucky enough to see the childhood of a great sect. If Wei Yanhu had been a believer of the new religion, it would have been a joyous and delightful thing, but unfortunately Wei Yanhu was his enemy.

If so, we need to cut off its airway before it gets any bigger.

“……What a pity.”

“Huh? Aren’t you going to compliment me? I was secretly looking forward to it.”

Gwangmu Ryang bared his teeth as he looked at Wi Yeon Ho, who was smiling brightly with a sword slung over his shoulder.

Gwangmu-ryang's two hands began to become covered in black magic.

Wi Yeon-ho's face hardened slightly.

The shape was similar, but it was different than before. His body was pulled back slightly, taking a defensive stance. His body recognized the danger and reacted before his head could think.

“It looks like something strong is going to come out?”

“Didn’t you say there was no need to talk?”

Gwangmu-ryang waved both his hands and shouted.

“Then it would be better to feel it with your body. This is the true power of the Ma-Hwang-Gwang-Cheon-Su.”

Wi Yeon-ho sighed as he felt the storm-like torrent of water approaching, covering the world.

“Why am I so unlucky?”

***

“Get back! Get back! Right now!”

Jang-il was moving among the people without thinking.

“Block the front!”

Someone had to stop the cultists to give the audience time to evacuate.

“Easier said than done!”

An annoyed look appeared on Eonhyo's face.

"older brother!"

“Okay! Let’s go!”

Peng Do-hyung pulled out a large sword and fired a sword at the rushing demon. A groan escaped from him as he watched the demon swatting away the flying sword as if he was chasing away an annoying fly.

There was something about the sight of a demon rushing towards you with his eyes reddened that aroused fear in humans.

“Eww! Dragon-shaped cannon!”

The energy released by Unhyo took the form of a dragon and stopped the demon cultist. However, the demon cultist simply raised his hand and slapped Unhyo's energy away.

Can't stop it.

“Tongue, bro! Get behind me!”

“Do-hyung!”

Eonhyo screamed in fright as he saw Peng Dohyung charging towards the demon cult with his sword in hand.

They can't stop that cult with their own strength. So someone has to buy time. But that wasn't the job of Peng Do-hyung.

The demon cultist smiled bitterly as he watched the swordsman swinging his sword, and caught the swordsman's sword with one hand.

Kaang!

The Taoist struck the man's arm, and to his surprise, a metallic sound rang out.

The way it bounced off.

A completely empty chest.

If so, the subsequent consequences were too obvious.

“Shahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Peng Do-hyung looked at the hand of the demon cult digging into his chest with a blackened, dead face.

The moment that hand pierces my heart, death will come.

His heart burned as he simply watched his certain death, which was unavoidable and unstoppable.

‘In a place like this… … .’

Just at that moment, the demon's hand was about to pierce his chest!

Oh my god!

With a sound that tore through the air, red porcelain streams flew towards the demon cult.

“Ugh.”

Although he was a demonic cultist who had broken a pottery-shaped object with his bare hands, he must have thought that the pottery flying at him now was not easy, so he withdrew his hand and retreated backwards.

“Hmm…….”

The demon cultist turned his head, licking the blood on his hands with his tongue after lightly stabbing Peng Do-hyung in the chest.

“Do-hyung!”

"you……."

Pengdo-hyung's face was distorted.

Peng Do-geuk flew in with an urgent expression and stood in front of Peng Do-hyeong.

“Get out.”

“Who asked for help…….”

“Get back!”

Peng Do-hyung bit his lips tightly.

It wasn't the usual fierce Peng Do-geuk. Peng Do-geuk, holding a long sword in one hand and blocking his way with a blade-like aura, looked like a changed person, strong.

'Damn.'

Isn't this Peng Do-geuk who achieved good results in a competition he didn't even participate in?

I hate to admit it, but the gap between him and Peng Do-geuk was already wide.

“Get out of the way! I’m dealing with…….”

At that moment, Peng Do-geuk turned his head and glared at Peng Do-hyung.

“…….”

“I understand that you are being childish. But don’t do anything stupid.”

Peng Do-hyung lowered his head without saying anything.

“Are you just chatting in front of me? The people of the Central Plains seem to be braver than I thought.”

“Amitabha, courage is the only thing that must not be lacking.”

"hmm?"

The demon cult leader frowned as he watched the monk slowly walk over and stand next to the Pengdo Theater.

“Shaolin?”

“It is said to be a wasteland.”

“Heh heh, Shaolin in Pangka… I guess it’ll be fun to deal with them.”

“You’d better be careful. My fists are sharp.”

“One of my wishes was to experience Shaolin martial arts.”

The demon cult began to rush towards the two as if no more words were needed.

“Be careful.”

“It is the almsgiving.”

Musan and Pengdo-geuk raised their internal energy and faced the Demonic Cult.

“Just a little bit! Just hold on a little bit longer!”

“Ugh.”

The groaning man's face was whiter than a sheet of paper. He had already lost so much blood that he was half-conscious.

“You must not lose your mind!”

“Mistress, it’s too dangerous here. Let’s move the people to the back and then treat them…….”

“Then this guy is going to die!”

Jin Ye-ran wrapped a bandage around the man's wound and tied it tightly while shouting desperately.

'I have to stop the bleeding.'

There was no time to stitch up the wound. If blood continues to flow from the gaping wound, no matter what we do, there is no way to save him.

“Ugh…….”

The man raised his trembling hand and grabbed Jin Ye-ran's hand.

Jin Ye-ran looked at the man with wavering eyes.

“Just hold on a little longer……”

"go……."

Every time the man opened his mouth, blood would gush out.

“Thank you…….”

The man's head finally turned to the side.

Jin Ye-ran stared blankly at the man's face, then reached out and closed his wide-open eyes.

Jin Ye-ran slowly got up from her seat and looked around.

There were screams and the sound of weapons being fired. People were swearing, yelling, and swinging their swords in an attempt to kill each other.

The people of Gangho, who were impatient to kill each other, were a group that she could not understand at all, as she had sacrificed everything to save one person's life.

“Everyone is crazy…….”

Someone grabbed her arm as she muttered absentmindedly.

It's a familiar face.

“What are you doing here!”

“……Young lady.”

Seomun Da-yeon pulled her arm with a stiff face.

“If you stay here, you’ll die. This way.”

“I, I…….”

“Let’s talk later. Come here! Stay here!”

At that moment, a huge explosion erupted from ahead.

Kwaaaaang!

For a moment, it was such a loud noise that I wondered if I was going deaf.

Those who had been pointing their swords at each other involuntarily stepped back and turned their heads toward the direction of the explosion.