Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 346

# 346

Taejonbirok Volume 14 Episode 21

Chapter 82: Lazy, wandering around (1)

“Stop it!”

With the roar of the green dragon, the enemy camp that had been silent until now rushed forward. The red shadow stretched out and blocked Wei Yanhu’s sword light.

"hmm!"

The enemy opened his long cannon wide and swung it.

Choaaaah!

With the sound of silk being cut, Wei Yanhu's sword light split in half and was pushed left and right.

“Aesong…….”

Then the enemy had to see.

I'm talking about Wei Yanho, who appears between the split sword lights.

Paaang!

Wei Yanhu's sword cut through the air, creating a tearing sound.

The place it flew into was the enemy's neck.

Jeokyeong was startled and flew backwards.

Squeak.

However, he was not able to avoid it all and ended up with his neck cut off.

"eww……."

The enemy, who had come down, raised his hand and caressed his neck.

'If I had gone half an inch deeper, I would have died.'

Jeokyeong glared at Wi Yeonho with eyes filled with anger. What really surprised him was not the fact that Wi Yeonho was strong.

'This guy is used to fighting.'

His mission was to escort the green dragon and assassinate the palace officials. It is extremely difficult to successfully carry out an assassination, but it is even more difficult to escape safely after the assassination.

The enemy had already successfully completed numerous missions. And in the process, he had been through countless near-death experiences. And now, the young man was taking the actual combat experience he had finally acquired for granted.

“What kind of life have you lived, to be so innocent?”

Wi Yeon-ho flicked the tip of his sword without answering.

The idea is to have a conversation with a sword.

It was an incredibly presumptuous act, but I couldn't help but admit that Wei Yanhu had the right to do it.

“There is no time to hesitate.”

Nokgi's cold voice dug into Jeokyeong's ears.

“If we don’t kill that guy, the mission has failed. Then, even if we get out of here alive, there’s only one way left for us.”

When Jeokyeong heard Nokgi's words, his whole body trembled.

I would rather die here than be in the situation Nokki mentioned.

'He' is such a cruel person.

If His plan is disrupted due to their incompetence, they will be in a state where they can neither live nor die, and will suffer eternal torment.

'Help?'

The enemy's gaze scanned the surroundings.

“Do I look weak to you? I am the Jingxia Sword! If only I wasn’t that son of a bitch, I would be famous all over the world! You damn bastards!”

Where did he sell his upright appearance of the past, and he brandished his sword as a local thug, looking like a fool.

Although it is difficult for Wei Yanhu to attract attention because he is so rampant, doesn't he also possess skills that are not to be ignored anywhere in the martial arts world?

His skills, which even the elders of the most powerful sects could not underestimate, were finally shining brightly after a long time when he faced a suitable enemy.

“Feel with your own body how sharp the volcano’s sword is.”

Gong Mu-jin also appeared to be living up to his nickname of ‘Sword Ghost’ after a long time. The plum blossoms blooming from the tip of his sword were a perfect fit for the expression ‘Flower of Death’.

Those who touched the plum blossom petals in full bloom all bled from the sharpness hidden within the plum blossoms that only looked flashy.

Lee Seol-hwa was also diligently drawing plum blossoms next to her teacher. Her plum blossoms were incomparably clumsy compared to Gong Mu-jin’s, but they were certainly incomparable to the plum blossoms she had drawn in the past.

'You've grown a lot.'

In the meantime, Gong Mu-jin smiled happily.

I lost a lot from hanging out with that damn Wi Yeon-ho, but I definitely gained one thing.

The growth of disciples.

As a result of the experience of going through countless things, the stimulation given by those stronger than her despite being her peers, and the fact that she had watched the battles of the strong with her own eyes time and time again… … Lee Seol-hwa became stronger by leaps and bounds.

Perhaps throughout the history of volcanoes, there were few who had grown so strong in such a short period of time. One should be purely happy about that fact… … .

Rrrrrrr!

A man striking with a single sword was blowing away the men in black like fallen autumn leaves.

“Ugh…….”

The officials were impressed.

'Even one Wei Yan Ho is enough.'

It's because Wei Yanhu is such a conspicuous guy, but Wei Sanhu is not inferior to him at all. Wei Yanhu may be stronger now, but Wei Sanhu is a man who walks the line. If we consider that Wei Yanhu will surely become dull due to laziness as time goes by, the future status of the best in the world may belong to this man.

“Hey! Damn it! I almost got swept away too! Can’t you do it properly?”

“……Stand back.”

“Didn’t I say that you have to get credit! Credit!”

Whatever happens to that beggar.

“Amitabha!”

Musan, who had been offended once, threw a punch. The golden figure of Arhat extended from his fist, turning the black-clad man into a blood clot.

“……Is that person a real Shaolin disciple?”

Wi Jeong-han rubbed his eyes.

Of course, the martial arts he was using were Shaolin, and the robe he was wearing was also Shaolin, so he must be a disciple of Shaolin… … But the murderous intent in each and every strike was unusual.

I was worried that he would end up getting nicknamed Blood Fire or Asura. The guy with the sword next to him, Peng Ga, looked so calm, what more could I say?

'It's just a collection of really interesting things.'

Wi Jeong-han let out a hollow laugh.

What on earth is wrong with that son that he's surrounded by such weird people?

There wasn't a single one that wasn't special, and there wasn't a single one that wasn't strong.

If he were a man of the same age, it would be questionable whether he could defeat even one of these guys.

'No, that beggar will definitely win.'

And those damn Jeongcheonmaeng guys behind me.

Even so, it was certainly a great thing that so many people gathered around Wi Yeon-ho.

'Should I say that I have good fortune?'

Wi Jeong-han clicked his tongue and looked at Wi Yeon-ho.

Thanks to Wei Yanhu capturing all the strongest ones, they were able to protect the emperor easily. I don't know if it was Wei Yanhu's intention or not.

Even though the palace guards are strong, not all of them have gathered here, and they can easily hold off those here on their own.

Well then, that's where the crux is… … .

“……No matter how I look at it, it doesn’t seem like I’ll lose.”

Even if you can't trust people, you can trust their skills.

'That's a lot.'

Jeokyeong has given up on helping. Things are going badly around him. He is in a situation where he should be helping instead.

“Quick and easy.”

Jeokyeong's eyes lit up.

If we were to drag on like this, there was a risk that Wei Yan-ho's group would join forces with Wei Yan-ho. If that happened, failure would be certain.

“Work together.”

The greenhorn and the escorts nodded.

They also understood that there was no benefit to dragging it out.

All the internal energy in my danjeon was pulled up. My clothes were puffed up and my face turned bright red.

"hmm……."

Wi Yeon-ho's sword slowly lowered down as he noticed what his opponent was trying to do.

Bottom tax.

Normally, it would be a stance aimed at the opponent's knees, but Wei Yanhu's lower body posture was different from other lower body postures. Wei Yanhu, who placed the tip of his sword on the ground, relaxed his body and looked at them quietly.

In a way, it's a posture that makes you lose your cool.

It was a posture similar to a farmer leaning against a plow while plowing. It was a posture in which the sharpness of a human being was not felt at all.

but…….

'What is it?'

Cold sweat began to run down Jeokyeong's forehead.

Pressure?

There was no such thing. But strangely enough, no matter where I looked, there was nowhere to attack.

That sloppy posture… … No, rather, because it is such a sloppy posture, I have no idea how to deal with it. Not knowing what the opponent will do is a huge burden to those who have reached their level.

“Ugh.”

Unfortunately, time was not on their side.

“Eww!”

The enemy's long cannon belched out a red flame-like flaming aura. At the same time, a small number of melting auras adorned the air. The sight of pure white hands, shaped like small palms, adorning the air… …was as if snow was falling.

“Die!”

At the same time, the emperor's guards all rushed to Wei Yanhu.

Fire and snow.

Five swords.

Even though the herbivores that were trying to take his life were approaching, Wei Yanhui did not move at all.

'I?'

In that moment, Wi Jeong-han's eyes opened wide as if they were going to tear apart.

I saw it.

Wi Yeon-ho slowly closed his eyes.

'That crazy guy!'

What is the situation now?

Five guards, each of whom is clearly stronger than Wijeong, rush in, and the surrounding area is filled with a plethora of characters and figures who are clearly formidable at first glance. Do you close your eyes?

“Hey, you!”

At the moment when his worries as a father and his anger as a warrior were about to burst out of his mouth at the same time, Wei Yanhu's sword began to move slowly.

A slow train.

A ship that seemed too slow to block the swords flying like rays of light… … A slow, too slow ship.

The sword, which seemed so slow, slowly cut through the air.

'Is it really that slow?'

Wi Jeong-han couldn't help but be seized by a strange feeling.

That black one is slow. But it's fast.

Soft, yet strong.

contradiction.

Contradiction was its own sword.

Wi Yeon-ho's sword drew straight yet random lines in the air.

That single second seemed so helpless against the onslaught of attacks that filled the world.

Finally, the moment when Wei Yanhu's slowly drawn sword completely cut through the air!

A dazzling light like no other shone forth and filled the world.

Wiyeonhodo, Jeokyeongdo, Howido, and Nokdo.

The emperor, the nobles, and even those trembling in the corners of the great hall were all covered in that pure white light.

Where the light disappears, what remains is emptiness and silence.

yet…….

Nokki asked with blank eyes.

“What did you do…….”

Wi Yeon-ho scratched his head when asked about the green tea.

“It failed.”

"failure?"

“Yes. Um… I saw something and tried to follow it, but it didn’t work very well. It shouldn’t have exploded this big… Sigh.”

Wi Yeon-ho shook his head.

“No matter how much I think about it, this is too difficult. I don’t think I can do it for the rest of my life. I wonder if I should just give up.”

“……Failure?”

Nokki laughed in vain.

Are you saying it's a failure? A failure?

“Hahahahahahahahaha!”

Nokgi's hearty laughter reverberated through Daejeon.

“Failure, huh? Yeah, I failed! Hahahahahaha!”

Wi Yeon-ho said with a slightly embarrassed expression.

“Um, I’m a little sorry.”

“Me! So this rustling thing is going to die from a failed sword. Hahahahahaha!”

Nokki raised his head and laughed heartily.

Nokki, who had been laughing for a long time, lowered his head.

"omg……."

Wi Jeong-han swallowed empty wind without realizing it.

line.

Lines were appearing on Nokki's face and all over his body. Very thin and faint lines.

“It would be a shame to die without seeing this sword completed.”

“Uh, I think it’ll be a bit difficult to finish…….”

Blood began to flow back out of Nokki's mouth.

“You… you’re really scary… the most virtuous… please, do your best….”

The green body collapsed into countless pieces of flesh.

It was an incredibly absurd ending for a hero who shook an era.