Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 372

# 372

Taejonbirok Volume 15 Episode 21

Chapter 87: Lazy, Real (1)

The mind is calm.

Wi Yeon-ho was staring at the bloodthirsty demon with calm, sunken eyes. From the moment he sensed that his opponent was stronger than him, his head began to move differently than before.

Wi Yeon-ho's basic way of thinking is to avoid causing incidents as much as possible. Those who have observed his actions may question this, but Wi Yeon-ho is 'involved' in incidents, not 'inducing' incidents on purpose.

If it was Wei Yanho's misfortune that the person who hated incidents the most was born with the fate of being involved in incidents, then it was unfortunate.

But now things were different.

No matter how much he racked his brain, he couldn't escape his current situation. Now, what he had to use was not his brain, but his sword.

That situation was sharpening Wei Yanho's concentration.

‘What the heck is this guy… … .’

Tension rose in the bloodthirsty demon's body.

The seven emotions in Wei Yanhu's eyes, which were staring at him with his sword aimed, were disappearing.

'Is this possible?'

Of course, Wei Yanhu can be strong.

Age and strength are not proportional. Just because someone has been around for a long time in the martial arts world doesn't necessarily mean they are strong, and just because someone is young doesn't mean they are weaker than someone older.

But the study of the mind is different.

A young warrior may be strong, but it was nearly impossible for a young warrior to maintain a mind like Myeonggyeongjisu. It was not something that could be born with. It was something that could only be done when the mind had been rounded out by countless waves of the world.

At least that's what the madman thought.

But now, the Bloodthirsty Demon Emperor had no choice but to admit that he was wrong. The young warrior in front of him was displaying perfect stillness.

'Is this possible?'

The face of the madman was distorted.

If possible, there is only one reason. It is because he has already experienced countless battles at such a young age. However, it is absolutely impossible for him to remain unknown until now.

“I really wonder who the master is.”

The sword that Wei Yanhu is using now is definitely not the sword of Guangdong Wei. It is the sword of the light-blooded demon who has already experienced Wei Zhenghan. And if the sword of Guangdong Wei had such a distinctive appearance, there would be no one in the world who does not know it.

A sword that emits light.

If this sword is from the Guangdong Wei family, the Guangdong Wei family would have been forcibly renamed to the Guanggeom Wei family long ago. It is such a distinctive sword.

That means that Wei Yanhu learned not the martial arts of the Guangdong Wei family, but a different sword. And the one who taught him the sword must have trained Wei Yanhu this harshly.

The moment he realized that fact, a cold chill ran down the bloodthirsty demon's spine.

There is no rule that a master is necessarily stronger than his disciple. However, anyone who can train the young Wei Yanhu to this extent must be stronger than Wei Yanhu.

The appearance that Wi Yeon-ho is showing now is one that could never be achieved without fighting countless times against someone who is overwhelmingly stronger than him.

But what if Wi Yeon-ho's master is alive?

It's a terrible thing.

The Gwanghyeol Demon Emperor believes that the Shingyo is the strongest, but he is not fanatic because it is invincible. If they were invincible, they would not have withdrawn from the Central Plains so vainly because they lost the Great Demon Emperor in the past.

He had not forgotten that crushing failure and had eliminated all variables, but now an unimaginable, enormous variable appeared before him.

'I guess I'll have to check.'

The bloodthirsty demon opened his mouth quietly. What he wanted to say was, 'Is your master alive?' But he couldn't say it. The moment his mouth opened, Wei Yanhu's sword swung as if it was going to pierce his mouth.

“Ugh!”

The bloodthirsty demon was startled and struck down the flying sword.

Okay.

However, Wei Yanhu's sword did not collide, but retreated smoothly in the direction that the Bloodthirsty Demon Emperor's hand was striking, and then drew a strange arc and cut off the Bloodthirsty Demon Emperor's head again.

A breath of air escaped from the mouth of the bloodthirsty demon.

'It's soft?'

Instead of blocking Wei Yanhu’s sword, the Blood Demon quickly extended his hand forward. They were both stabbing at the same time, but the way they were being used was different from before.

Wei Yanhu's sword, which inevitably sacrificed speed in order to use a flexible sword, could never be faster than his hand. If things continued this way, his hand would tear Wei Yanhu's body apart before his sword.

And at that moment… … .

Paaaaang!

As if it were natural, Wei Yanhu's sword changed the flow and flew in at an incredible speed.

"urg!"

The elbow of the bloodthirsty demon, blackened by excessively concentrated magic, blocked the path of the sword flying towards his neck.

'Let's stop this for now… … .'

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The body of the bloodthirsty demon was thrown to the floor as if it had been thrown.

The bloodthirsty demon, who had been rolling around on the floor, raised his head, spitting out dust, in a manner befitting his reputation.

But surprisingly, the emotion on his face was not anger, but confusion.

'What the heck is this?'

The demon king couldn't help but be astonished.

'What the heck!'

There are countless swords in the world.

Some people pursue the mighty sword, while others pursue the quick sword.

There are many swordsmen in the world, but the center of the sword they use is different for each swordsman.

The shaman pursues the soft sword, Namgung pursues the heavy sword, Hwasan pursues the illusionary sword, and Cheongseong and Jongnam pursue the transformation sword.

However, no sect can use all of those swords.

A shaman who focuses on oil will inevitably lack a certain amount of stamina, and a Namgung who pursues a heavy sword will inevitably lack a certain amount of energy. Because heavy things cannot be fast, and soft things cannot be violent.

That is why every swordsman takes a sword that suits his or her characteristics and discards what is unnecessary. It is better to strengthen one's strengths than to compensate for one's weaknesses.

But the black sword that Wi Yeon-ho was showing now was completely outside of that common sense.

The sword that was flying cheerfully becomes fluid, the fluid sword mixes with illusion, and then that illusion turns into pleasure. And at the last moment, it comes into contact with a broken sword.

How could the nature of a sword used by one person change so freely? This was something that even as a mad blood demon who had spent his entire life pursuing martial arts in the new religion and martial arts world, he could not understand.

'How in the world is there such a sword?'

I thought that Wei Yanho's black sword was basically a medium sword based on a quick sword. It was quite a unique idea to stack quick and quick multiple times to create a medium. The dazzling sword energy that was released in the process created a halo that covered the world.

Strong and amazing.

But that's it.

It wasn't enough to deal with the mad demon.

However, the series of connections that Wi Yeon-ho had just shown were so fantastic that even the Bloodthirsty Demon Emperor could not help but gape in amazement.

It's easy to explain, but it was literally the blink of an eye when Wei Yanhu swung his sword and the bloodthirsty demon tried to block it but it bounced off. How could it be possible for the nature of the sword to change so many times in such a short period of time?

The bloodthirsty demon slowly raised his body.

Even though he was a madman with a violent temper and was nicknamed “madman”, he was not at all humiliated by the fact that he was beaten to the ground by that young bastard.

Wei Yanhu's age had long since disappeared from his mind.

Instead, something else came to his mind.

Mangeom (萬劍).

A name I only heard of in legends.

The legendary Mangeom, which is said to contain all the swords in the world… … .

“What is your relationship with Mangeom Baekga?”

Wi Yeon-ho aimed his sword without answering.

The bloodthirsty demon nodded his head after seeing such a sight.

“Yes, I guess there’s no need to say anything. I’m learning from you at this age. When it comes to competition, such things have no bearing whatsoever.”

The bloodthirsty demon smiled without realizing it.

'It's been a while, I feel like this.'

My heart was pounding.

At some point, this task stopped feeling like a mission. Meeting a worthy opponent is always exciting for a warrior.

“I guess I might get nagged a little.”

Wood crunch.

His entire body began to twist and twist, his bones cracking. His muscles twitched and his entire body turned black.

“Demon body?”

Jang Il, who saw the change in the bloodthirsty demon, was terrified and shouted.

“Wei Yanhu, be careful!”

But Wei Yanhui didn't show any reaction.

“What is that?”

What showed a reaction was the pendulum swing.

“Ma-Hwang-Cheon. This is the poisonous martial arts of the Gwang-Hyeol-Ma-Jeong.”

Jang-il said with a tired face.

“I don’t know the exact principle, but I heard that a body in which the Demon Emperor has manifested can even repel sword energy.”

“Not black spirit, but black energy?”

"okay."

“……Is that even possible in common sense?”

“That’s stupid.”

Jang-il clenched his teeth.

It is a cult because it is not common sense. Isn't it because there is so much ignorance that is completely incomprehensible to their common sense of learning the true art that the cult is called a cult and treated as a cult?

And how many people have lost their lives because of that ignorance and common sense?

‘No matter how much you say it is a miracle… … .’

The Bloodthirsty Demon Lord is the bishop of the Demonic Cult. If you think about it calmly, it is impossible for the current Wi Yeon-ho to handle the bishop of the Demonic Cult, whose power is hard to see…

"I!"

Before Jang Il could even organize his thoughts, Wei Yanho rushed at the Gwanghyeol Demon Emperor in a low posture. Even with their extremely trained eyes, Wei Yanho’s body appeared to be stretched out at such an incredible speed.

A stab with the same weight and force as the running speed flies into the neck of the bloodthirsty demon.

The Gwanghyeolmaje couldn't stop Wei Yanho's stabbing. No, he didn't even think about stopping it.

Kakakan!

The sword of Wei Yanho, which had stabbed the neck of the Bloodthirsty Demon, made a sharp sound and bounced back.

"crazy!"

A curse came out of Musan's mouth. It was such an absurd situation that Musan, who usually didn't say anything except to shout out his dislikes, cursed. How could a person's neck deflect a sword?

Even though he is the bishop of the Demonic Cult, he must at least keep to the minimum standards!

But Wei Yanhui was not at all flustered.

Kang! Kakang! Kang!

Even though he confirmed that the stabbing was not working, Wei Yanhu did not back down. In an instant, more than a dozen sword strikes repeatedly stabbed the neck of the bloodthirsty demon.

“Huh!”

The bloodthirsty demon stepped back, covering his neck with his robe.

And at that moment, Wei Yanhu's eyes began to shine.

“Chat!”

The moment the body of the Bloodthirsty Demon was thrown backwards, Wei Yanhu jumped slightly into the air and raised his sword.

A dazzling light emanates from Wei Yanhu's sword.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

A ray of light covers the body of the Blood Demon Emperor.

One more! Another more! Another more!

Every time he swung his sword, light shot out from the tip of the sword and flew towards the Bloodthirsty Demon Lord, causing continuous explosions. The surroundings became bright as if it were broad daylight.

After striking the sword a dozen times, Wei Yanhu flipped over and kicked the air.

Paaaaang!

He kicked the air with his foot, and a cracking sound went off. With the recoil, Wei Yanhu rushed at an incredible speed towards the light-filled demon king.

Taejonbirok Volume 15 Episode 22

Chapter 87: Lazy, Real (2)

The howling of a beast was heard.

No, the howl was too loud and ferocious to be that of a beast. It was as if something legendary had been roaring in anger.

However, it is too divine to bring a dragon or a giraffe, because this sound is full of ferocity and madness.

Wi Yeon-ho also didn’t seem to think that the Bloodthirsty Demon Lord would fall to this level of attack. Even though an ear-splitting roar was emanating, he didn’t even flinch and flew towards the halo of light he had created at incredible speed.

“Eww!”

Unable to control his anger, the mad demon shouted at the top of his lungs and stretched out his fist.

A fist dyed black with magic energy flew in, creating dozens and hundreds of afterimages and covering Wei Yanhu’s body. It was like a huge black wave crashing down on him.

Overwhelming.

Anyone who stands before it will inevitably be overwhelmed.

But Wei Yanhu's eyes were still cold.

“Whoop.”

After taking a short deep breath, Wei Yanhu let the sword he was holding hang down to the side.

The next sword.

Wei Yanhu's sword drew a trajectory that seemed to fluttering endlessly from right to left.

Choaaaah.

With a sound like a silk quilt being torn apart, the waves of Kwon Young flying towards Wi Yeon Ho split up and down. Then, through the gap, the eyes of the Blood Demon Emperor burning like lava and Wi Yeon Ho’s eyes, which were as cold as ice, met.

“Wai Yan Hooooooooooo!”

The bloodthirsty demon wailed and bounced towards Wiyeonho like a rubber ball.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sword of Wei Yanhu, surrounded by a pure white halo, struck the flying Kwanghyeolmaje. Sparks flew out from the place where the body and the sword collided, creating a sharp metallic sound.

Weichan unconsciously bit his lip.

'Damn, how on earth is this body made!'

The whole world knows that Wei Yanhu's sword is sharp. However, Wei Yanhu's sword does not even leave a scratch.

Even though it is a body strengthened with internal strength, isn't it too much to have that level of strength?

The bloodthirsty demon swung his elbow to deflect Wei Yanhu's sword, then thrust his fist into Wei Yanhu's abdomen.

Swish.

Wi Yeon-ho’s body was pushed away as gently as a feather. At the same time, the sword that had been thrown away drew a curve and landed on the shoulder of the Blood Demon Emperor like a fallen leaf.

The moment Wei Yanhu's sword touched the body of the Blood Demon Emperor, strangely enough, their bodies were thrown backwards as if they had collided.

The two of them quietly lowered themselves to the ground and looked at each other.

"this……."

The bloodthirsty demon looked at Wi Yeon-ho with an expression of disbelief.

“Coolook!”

Then, before he could maintain that expression for long, dark red blood gushed out like a waterfall from the mouth of the bloodthirsty demon.

'What, what is it?'

Jang Il's eyes wavered.

'Where did we collide?'

I clearly saw it with my own two eyes.

If Gwanghyeolmaje and Wiyeonho had decided to speed up, it would have been a showdown that would have been difficult for even his eyes to keep up with, but the current match wasn’t a speed battle like that. Thanks to that, Jang Il was able to see the whole scene from beginning to end with his own eyes.

Still, I couldn't figure out where the bloodthirsty demon was injured.

'Fuck, the more I look at it, the crazier it gets.'

Whether he knew his feelings or not, a weak voice leaked out from Wisanho's mouth.

“It’s a sword fight and a bullet fight.”

"what?"

“……Yeonho, who judged that he could not penetrate that strong body, mixed his sword and his sharp sword to strike the body, shaking its insides. And then Yeonho was wounded by the bullets emitted by the body of the mad blood demon who was attacked.”

"wound?"

After hearing that, Jang Il sharpened his eyes and checked Wi Yeon-ho's condition.

Indeed, Wei Yanhu's face was pale.

“Well, it still hit you, didn’t it?”

"yes."

The damage this side received would be several times greater.

The coral didn't bother to explain that fact. There was no need to explain it. Even if they knew it, there was nothing they could do about it.

The bloodthirsty demon wiped his blood-covered face and glared at Wi Yeon-ho with bloodshot eyes.

‘What the heck is this guy… … .’

Even with all his common sense, he could not explain the existence of Wei Yanho.

If it had been a simple empty sword, it would never have been able to turn his insides upside down. However, Wei Yanhu combined the empty sword with the magic of a soft sword to cleverly play around with his defenses.

If it were a normal internal energy method, it would not be able to penetrate his magic energy that was filled to the brim. However, Wei Yanhu tore through his insides with his incomparably gentle energy before his anti-aircraft gun could even rise.

Although he was also injured by the belated attack, it certainly took a toll on his body.

'How could you come up with something like this?'

Most people who come across his almost diamond-like body try to break it by striking hard at it. But in the end, they end up kneeling before him, unable to do so.

However, Wei Yanhu did not focus on cutting down his body, but attacked his insides, which could not be perfectly trained, while leaving his outside intact.

Let's say that it's possible to do that.

But how should we interpret the fact that the young boy attacked with a combination of the sword and the swordsmanship in that short moment?

It was amazing how he could mix the two, and even more amazing was his ability to instantly select and mix the two.

“It’s a ten thousand swords……”

The voice of the mad demon was close to a moan.

'How scary.'

It was a spine-chilling feeling.

The skills that Wei Yanhu had just shown were certainly surprising. However, they were not enough to make the Blood Demon Emperor fearful. What was scaring him now was the secret of the ten thousand swords hidden behind this one sword.

What would happen if strong swords and weak swords coexisted, and quick swords and weak swords coexisted?

If the mysteries of the two schools of thought that could never be together could be combined… … .

Isn't there anything in the world that can't be done?

Right now, Wei Yanhu's sword is literally at the level of taking baby steps. However, just being able to vaguely guess what lies at the end of those baby steps was enough to stop my palms from getting sweaty.

I thought I knew why Wan Geum was the envy of the world and why no one dared to confront him.

'The reputation of the best of the best was not in vain.'

If the legend of the Ten Thousand Swordsmen is true, doesn’t that mean that there was a swordsman as powerful as Wi Yeon-ho? With that level of power, even the current Shingyo wouldn’t dare to oppose him.

It is truly worthy of the title of the best of all time.

'perhaps…….'

The bloodthirsty demon quickly shook off the thoughts that had popped into his head.

That can't happen.

His ignorance is unrivaled. No ignorance can dare to compare with his ignorance.

but…….

“It is certain that it is a threat.”

The mad demon gnashed his teeth.

If that sword of Wiyeonho were to be perfected a bit more, it would certainly be a threat to the other bishops, even if he doesn't know about it.

But before that… … .

“Is it a ten thousand swords?”

Verification was required.

Why is Wi Yeon-ho using the Man-geom?

Wi Yeon-ho shook his head quietly.

"no."

Wi Yeon-ho said with a slightly bitter tone.

“This is not a sword. This is my sword.”

“It’s not a sword?”

Wi Yeon-ho nodded quietly. However, from those short words and expressions, the Bloodthirsty Demon Emperor was able to get most of the answers.

'It's a ten thousand swords, but it's something different from the original ten thousand swords. Something has been lost, or it's been transformed.'

It sounded like it meant that although the sword was connected, it wasn't connected perfectly.

'What if I could get it back?'

Although the Bloodthirsty Demon Emperor hates the impurities that are mixed into the great martial arts of the new religion, he cannot help but acknowledge Wei Yanhu’s martial arts now. It is just not fully mature, but if that martial arts is completed, it will not fall short of any martial arts of the existing new religion.

“There’s one more reason.”

Ugh.

The bloodthirsty demon clenched his fist silently.

“Wei Yan Ho.”

The bloodshot demon glared at Wi Yeon-ho with bloodshot eyes.

“You are strong. I admit it. This mad blood demon acknowledges it. You are strong. With just your current skills, there won’t be many who can stand against you.”

The arrogant and violent demon king, who was nicknamed 'Gwanghyeol', acknowledged Wei Yanho. It was a luxury that he had not even received.

“If you see a great master who has not yet matured, it would be the duty of a senior to teach him.”

“Are you a demon cult member who calls yourself a senior?”

“It doesn’t matter whether I’m your senior or not. What matters is that I have something to teach you.”

“What to teach?”

“It’s your weakness.”

Wi Yeon-ho's eyes slightly sank.

“Child, you are strong. Yes, you are stronger than anyone. You are probably ten times stronger than I am at the same age. And yet, you have a fatal weakness.”

Wi Yeon-ho glared at the demon king with a stern face.

His face was filled with anger, unlike his previous calm demeanor. It wasn’t because he was being ignored. If the Bloodthirsty Demon had continued to curse for half a day, Wei Yanho would have rolled around, digging his ears. However, his words now were different.

To ignore Wei Yanhu's ignorance is to ignore Baek Muhan. For five years, while teaching Wei Yanhu, the fact that the Gwanghyeol Demon Emperor had discovered Wei Yanhu's weaknesses that even Baek Muhan did not know was an ignorance of Baek Muhan.

“Shut that mouth.”

“There’s no need to get excited.”

The bloodthirsty demon slowly extended his fist backward.

“I’ll let you experience it with your own body.”

The wind is blowing.

It seemed like everything around him was being sucked towards the bloodthirsty demon who had his fist stretched out behind him.

The breeze quickly became a gale, and soon a storm. The wind and tiles were simultaneously sucked explosively into the bloodthirsty demon.

“Ugh!”

The bloodthirsty demon let out a short roar and extended his fist forward.

“Mad Demon Appearance!”

The magic energy from the Bloodthirsty Demon Emperor's superiority exploded. At first, the magic energy was the size of a fist, but in an instant, it swelled to the size of a small mountain and flew towards Wei Yanhu.

'Devil's face?'

Wei Yanhu's face turned red with embarrassment for a moment.

A ghostly face appeared above the huge mass of magic energy, as if it was writhing in agony.

What first puzzled him was the form of the magic. If one saw the fist-shaped fist that looked like a howling demon, no one would be able to avoid being puzzled.

But it soon turned to horror.

Wi Yeon-ho, who sensed the tremendous power contained in the flying fist, took a step back without realizing it.

Even the Kwon Geuk was not to this extent.

No, the one-shot that Kwon-geuk had sent at him was incomparable to the one-shot he had now. It was as if the Kwang-hyeol-ma-je's Kwon-gang was howling as it flew at him, containing an enormous power that seemed as if it would evaporate Wei Yan-ho and the people around him.

“Yeonhoyaaaaaaaaaa!”

Wisanho, who realized the power of Kwon Kang, screamed with bloodshot eyes.