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Taejonbirok Volume 12 Episode 8
Chapter 69: Catch the Lazy (3)
I didn't think it was that many.
It's a great thing that the cultists have infiltrated this place, but I don't think there are many of them.
However, Wi Yeon-ho had no choice but to change his thoughts when he saw the scattered black guys gathering in one place and rushing at him like cockroaches.
“What are all those Central Plains guys doing! How can you not even find them until all these guys show up in the middle of Central Plains! You incompetent bastards!”
When it felt like a crisis was approaching, there was no room for caution and no words were spoken.
“You little beggar! There are so many beggars in the world, why can’t you catch even one of the demonic cult bastards?”
Jang Il, who was watching from behind, protested as if it was unfair that he was suddenly cursed at.
“Those demonic cult members write ‘demonic cult’ on their faces! How would you recognize them if they came in disguised?”
“In the legend, they find out everything and report it!”
“……You’ve heard too many stories. Reality is harsh, Inma!”
Wi Yeon-ho's eyes turned to Wi Jeong-han. Wi Jeong-han slowly turned his head as he saw Wi Yeon-ho glaring at him with his sharp eyes open.
“What’s wrong with the Demonic Cult? It’s full of manly guys? Do they hit each other because they’re manly?”
“……Well, I guess things have changed a bit.”
“Hehe?”
"……sorry."
Wi Jeong-han swallowed his tears.
Why on earth would that damn bishop give such an order at a time like this and ruin his reputation? He was still hurting from the blow he received earlier, and now he was ruining his reputation. He was a completely useless guy.
“Ah!”
Wi Yeon-ho clenched his fists as he watched the demonic cultists rushing towards him like a swarm of ants.
“Why are you only picking on me?”
“That’s right.”
The coral came down next to him.
"brother?"
Wisanho smiled broadly and thrust his sword forward. The blood that had flowed from the corner of his mouth was dried and his complexion was still pale, but he seemed to have no intention of leaving Wiyeonho to suffer alone.
“You’re not feeling well, so go back there.”
“I can handle those guys.”
“Hey, you’re really stubborn.”
“It’s well known that corals are stubborn.”
"huh?"
Peng Do-geuk stood next to Wei Yan-ho, swinging his huge sword around.
“If we can’t stop them, we’ll have to fight together.”
“What are you? Are you trying to do something like a water ghost again?”
Peng Do-geuk, who had been praising himself for looking so good after such a long time, lowered his head. Judging from the slight trembling of his shoulders, it seemed like he was holding back sobs.
“Can’t you go over there for a bit? I feel a little uneasy whenever I see you. What are you going to do this time to kick someone into the pit?”
“That’s not it.”
“Tsk tsk tsk.”
A heartbroken voice also accompanied him.
“Stop bothering that kid. Don’t you have anyone around you that you can leave alone?”
“Yes, next one.”
“Hey, what’s wrong with being a beggar!”
“Yes, next one.”
“Ugh.”
As Jang Il-ma stood next to him, a soft disapproving sound was heard from behind him.
“Amitabha.”
“You come forward.”
"……dole."
"from now on."
“……Amitabha.”
Wi Yeon-ho, who had the strong shield of Musan in front of him, shouted as if he had nothing to fear anymore!
“Come here, you guys! The Shaolin Musan is coming! The devil’s cult bastards must be beaten illegally! Om Mani Padme Hum [唵麽抳鉢銘吽]!”
“That guy is really like that.”
Jang-il shook his head.
In this situation, there is no one in the world who can say such crazy things other than Wi Yeon-ho.
'Ha, thanks to that I feel a bit less tense.'
When you are next to Wi Yeon-ho, it feels like there is nothing serious in the world. The devil's bastards are rushing at you with their murderous aura, but instead of feeling nervous, you feel pitiful.
“What are you doing! Dingdong! First strike, first win! You’re already dazzling, but if you keep shining in front of people, you have to do something!”
“Amitabha!”
Something sparkled in the corner of Musan's eyes as he chanted the words "Bulho" and threw his fist. Jang Il turned away from the sight, thinking that he had seen something wrong.
'Which one is sadder?'
Is it heartbreaking to hear that he is emitting light, or is it sad to be ruled by Wei Yanhu?
It was a Pengdo drama where I felt that Musan's bald head was particularly shiny today.
Woohoo!
Shaolin's supreme power emitted a golden light.
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“It sparkles in various ways.”
The golden light that had been shining magnificently suddenly faded for a moment before shining powerfully again.
“Amitabha!”
Shaolin's divine fist.
The Hundred Steps Divine Fist was fired like lightning.
“Ugh!”
The one who rushed in from the front was unable to handle the power of the flying Baekboshin Kwon and was bounced off.
“Come to think of it, this kid is really amazing. He’s so strong for someone so young.”
Jang Il looked up at the sky as he saw Wi Yeon-ho tilt his head while talking.
'Musan is a talent that Shaolin has raised with great care, you son of a bitch!'
Musan was rumored to be a prodigy, or rather a monk, since he was young. Despite opposition that he was not yet qualified, he was a promising talent to the point that his teacher personally taught him the 72 kinds of martial arts.
“And you’re younger than me, you rotten bastard!”
“Why are you suddenly drawing this?”
The voice of my heart came out.
“Okay.”
Ignoring their bickering, Weishanho and Pengdogeuk drew their swords and swords.
The Five-Horned Sword of the Pengdo Theater revealed its wild momentum.
“A fierce tiger has emerged from the forest!”
Along with the heavy sound of the pendulum, a tiger-shaped pottery streamed out. This was followed by a dragon-shaped black coral stream.
“He’s a minister.”
When Jang Il nodded his head, Wi Yeon Ho looked at him with a grumpy expression.
“What don’t you have?”
“……I am an intelligent human being.”
“So what’s missing?”
“The dog is good at catching…….”
“It’s really useless, useless!”
Wi Yeon-ho, who left a large wound on Jang Il's chest, thrust his sword forward.
“Come on! Come on! Do you think I’ll be scared when you come at me in such a big group?”
Actually, I'm a little nervous.
“The Master said, when dealing with a group of guys rushing in!”
Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head.
“Run away first and reorganize your formation? Hit just one guy? Start with the leader? What was it?”
If Baek Mu-han, who was watching Wei Yan-ho from the sky, had seen this, he would have beaten his chest and cursed.
What good is it if I tell you, your pure and clean brain won't remember anything.
“Oh, I don’t know!”
As the sword of Wei Yanhu, which was emitting an incredible light, was swung, a torrent of energy in the form of light poured out.
“Kill them all! Strip them of flesh and bones!”
“……You’re like a demon, you.”
Leaving Jang Il's mutterings behind, Wei Yanho jumped into the sky and unleashed his sword.
“That monster.”
It wasn't just a sword, but the fact that he could spurt out sword energy in such a stream was proof that his inner strength transcended his age. Wi Yeon-ho showed a new side of himself every time he was seen.
“Let us help too!”
The Dark King and Do-Wan rushed around them.
Wi Yeon-ho saw the dark king and smiled brightly and said.
“Are you trying to poison me again?”
“Oh, no.”
“Haven’t you already solved it?”
“No!”
“Ah, I’m so anxious that I can’t even fight. I can’t even swing my sword because I’m afraid a poisonous stinger might fly at me from behind.”
“I, I should have fought in front! Me! Is it because you don’t trust people that much!”
“Are you angry right now?”
"……no."
Tears welled up in the eyes of the Dark King for the first time in decades.
'How did I end up like this?'
The only one who can treat him like the rascal next door, who is feared by the world, is Wei Yan-ho. Since his crimes are clear and he is inferior in terms of ability, there is no choice but to accept it.
“Eww! You fucking bastards!”
The only place he could vent his anger was on the cultists. The Dark King, who had been throwing poison bullets indiscriminately, burst into rage as he watched the acrid smoke rising from the air.
“Hahahaha! I’m the Dark King, you guys!”
“The man is poisoning people to death.”
“…….”
The dark king looked at the distant sky.
It felt like the protection of his ancestors, who had always looked after him, was leaving him.
“Huh huh huh, your accomplishments have increased a lot, huh?”
"who are you?"
Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head when he saw the masked man speaking softly.
“……Not you, that guy.”
“Who are you, sir? Why did you suddenly appear wearing a mask and act like you were my friend?”
“I…… am Do-wan. I am the father of Peng Do-geuk, and not long ago, you and…….”
"ah!"
Wi Yeon-ho bowed his head slightly.
“But why are you wearing that? I thought you were a thief.”
'It's because of you, you little shit!'
How can you beat someone so bad that the bruise doesn't go away even after so much time has passed?
“Ahem, the wound hasn’t healed yet.”
“A wound is not a flaw to a warrior. Isn’t it rather unmanly to hide that wound?”
Is there a greater insult to a Peng character than being called unmanly?
Do-wan felt like he wanted to have a seizure at any moment.
'You have to endure it!'
Haven't you already experienced that there is no benefit to be gained by fighting this guy?
“Father, this way.”
Peng Do-geuk also guessed his feelings and secretly pulled Do-wan towards him. Do-wan let out a low sigh as he pretended to lose and left Wi Yeon-ho’s side.
'There are demonic bastards in front, but I hate my allies more, so I want this.'
It was a thought that many people had in mind.
“……But that’s really not a joke, is it?”
"huh?"
At Jang Il's words, Wi Yeon-ho looked ahead.
“Huh?”
The magical energy that poured out from the bodies of the gathered demons was thickly filling the area around them. The magical energy that rose like a mist was pressing down on the hearts of those who were watching.
'Strong.'
Wi Yeon-ho's face hardened slightly.
'If I do this wrong, it could be dangerous, right?'
Each one is no match for the others. However, the combined power of the demonic cultists is greater than the sum of their parts.
Even if it's Wei Yanho, what if you get caught up in that?
“I’m leaving this world.”
Thinking like that, Wei Yeon-ho became worried.
“Should I run away? Nothing will change even if I fight to the death here, so wouldn’t it be better to just take care of the people I know and get them out? No one will notice even if I fight hard, and it’s not like I’ll get anything in return for noticing them…….”
“……Yeonho, I can hear everything.”
“Huh? Wow…….”
Should we trust and fight with this guy at the center?
Despair appeared on everyone's faces.
“Listen, disciples of the volcano!”
"insect!"
The young man on the stage shouted loudly.
“Protect Wei Yan Lake. It must be protected!”
"insect!"
Wi Yeon-ho's eyes widened as he watched the disciples of Hwasan rushing around at Cheongyeongja's command.
“Why are those gentlemen like that again?”
“Heh heh heh heh heh.”
Jang-il laughed quietly.
Cheongyeongjado and everyone else here knew that if they could protect Wiyeonho, they would win.
'Heroes appear in troubled times.'
If they lose that hero here, it will be a lost battle even if everyone survives. However, if they can save just Wei Yanhuo even if everyone dies, they will win.
Jang Il, with a heavy heart, pulled out the club from his waist.
“Okay, let’s go wild.”
“Hey, I can’t see you, so get out of the way.”
Jang Il's shoulders slumped.
'Is it really right to protect this guy?'
It was a day of serious meetings.