Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 465

#465

Taejonbirok Volume 19, Episode 15

Chapter 105: The Lazy Man and the Fight (5)

'It's difficult… … .'

The spinal column felt that things were not going well.

Even before arriving here, his attention was completely focused on Wei Yanho. Who could fail to be interested in this young master who had defeated the Dark King at a young age and fought on equal terms with the cult's bishop?

However, the interest that Cheok Soo-kwang had in Wi Yeon-ho was a little different from that of others.

The reason why those who lead the current martial arts world are interested in Wei Yanhu is because he has the power to shake up the current state of the martial arts world.

But Suk Soo-kwang had no interest in the state of affairs in the world of martial arts. He was interested only in one thing: Wei Yanhu's military power.

I can't believe it.

Ultimately, force is something that is built up. And building force requires the element of "time." However, Wei Yanhu absolutely lacked that time.

So how was it possible to amass such power?

Suk Soo-kwang wanted to answer that question. And he believed that the best way to know an opponent was to cross swords.

That's why I came here.

But even just a moment ago, when he had seen Wei Yanhu with his own eyes and had raised his sword, Chu Shuguang had not even the slightest thought of losing to Wei Yanhu.

By disrespecting Wei Yanhu?

That's not the case.

Suk Soo-kwang never learned to underestimate his opponents. The world he lived in wasn't one where the strong prevailed. Naturally, there were times when he won by throwing dirt in his opponent's eyes in a losing fight, and other times when he exploited his opponent's complacency.

Force is only one of the factors that determines victory or defeat, but it is not an absolute standard.

Wei Yanhu will be strong. By defeating the Dark King, Dang Cheon-gun, Wei Yanhu has already proven himself. A man like the Dark King is not one to be defeated by complacency. His defeat means Wei Yanhu is undoubtedly stronger than Dang Cheon-gun.

Nevertheless, Suk Soo-kwang was confident of victory in his match against Wi Yeon-ho.

The reason is simple.

Because he is young.

Suk Soo-gwang survived countless battles. And in most of them, the opponents he faced were far stronger than he was. People note that he went from a third-rate warrior to a supreme master, but they don't pay attention to the individuals he faced.

His master is a demon.

He was a mere ronin, but he perfected his martial arts by fighting against demonic cultists. What does it mean for a ronin to face demonic cultists, whom he'd trained for decades in a prestigious school and found daunting?

Even in a single battle, he'd crossed the threshold of hell dozens of times. Even if Chuck Soo-kwang returned to that time with his current ignorance, he wasn't confident he'd survive the war. It was a truly miraculous event, a product of coincidence after coincidence.

Conversely, Spinal Kwang has always survived by fighting those stronger than himself. They are the ones who are stronger, but Spinal Kwang is the one who survived. He may not be the strongest in the world, but he is more accustomed to fighting the strong than anyone else.

Even if Wei Yanhu was more than twice as strong as him, Chu Shuguang was confident that he could defeat Wei Yanhu.

however…….

'What the hell is going on with this guy?'

The situation changed when he faced Wei Yanho face-to-face. He was accustomed to combat. He easily withstood the pressure of actual combat, the rawness of his flesh tearing at his skin and the malice weighing on his mind.

This is impossible.

There are areas in the world that can be mastered through talent, and others that require experience alone. Dealing with real-world situations falls into the latter category. Even those with world-shaking talents can't ascend to these areas without experience.

But the young boy deflected his attacks as if he were a veteran.

You didn't hurt your neck?

If the opponent of the spine-chilling dagger was the Dark King, it wouldn't have been a wound to the neck, but rather a hole in it. It's remarkable that he was able to block the fatal blow with just that small of a wound.

and…….

'It won't work twice.'

You can tell by the sunken eyes. He's already come to terms with his own ignorance. He won't be fooled twice. Excluding his improvisation and unexpectedness, the only thing left is a significant gap.

Then you have to run away.

Spinal Cord doesn't enjoy competition. The only competitions he enjoys are those where he survives and those where he wins. His motto is that there's no such thing as a game where losing is enjoyable.

Still, the spinal column remained motionless. It refused to surrender more violently, choosing instead to survive.

Because I want to see you.

What on earth is inside that small body, and what is the true nature of that swordsmanship that has been giving me a strange dizziness since earlier?

After seeing that, he might be able to find a clue to further develop his ignorance, which had been blocked by a wall.

Looking at the brightly shining sword of Wei Yanhu, I felt that way.

And at that moment, Wei Yanhu slowly raised his sword.

'It's like the sun.'

Looking at the sword, radiating light from the gathering of pure white energy, I felt as if it were a radiant sun. For Chuck Soo-kwang, who had mastered the sword of the Demonic Cult and perfected a practical sword, it was a place he could never reach.

and…….

'I don't know.'

What the heck is that black thing?

His black sword is a sword of war. He had no systematic training, but he was confident he had seen more swords than anyone else in the world. Furthermore, he had personally wielded them all.

But now, Wi Yeon-ho's sword was, I can confidently say, something of a type he had never seen before in his life.

It's not simply because it radiates light. His eyes aren't dazzled by such superficiality. What he pursues is the essence of the sword.

It changes.

More colorful and splendid than it appears. The true meaning hidden within the sword shifted dozens, hundreds of times in a split second.

It was a bad sword, then a quick sword, then a heavy sword, then a changed sword.

If it's a sword changer, it's a sword illusion, and if it's a sword illusion, it's a dull sword.

'What on earth is that?'

okay.

There's only one word that can describe it. It's something I've heard countless times, but dismissed as mere legend.

The dream of the sword bearer.

Mangeom (萬劍).

That sword had everything.

It wasn't the time to talk. Now was the time to simply experience that sword firsthand. But Suk Soo-kwang couldn't hold back. He finally opened his mouth and asked.

“That sword… is it finished?”

Wei Yanho opened his mouth with his sword still raised.

"no."

“I guess so. Okay.”

There's no way it can be completed. That sword can't be completed. It's literally a dream. It's similar to saying a human can levitate and fly without using any tools. While humans can soar through the air using lightness, and sometimes even walk on air, that's not the same as "flying." It's merely an imitation. Likewise, that sword can't possibly be completed.

It doesn't matter if it's not completed.

Spinal strife could tell. How much truth lay hidden in that sword, and… … .

'How terrifying it would be.'

I can intuitively tell. There lies the key to perfecting his ignorance. If so, then the outcome is obvious.

“Show me.”

The swordsman resolutely aimed his sword forward.

Stop tax.

It was a basic posture that could be used in any situation, whether attack or defense.

“What kind of sword is yours?”

Wi Yeon-ho shouted out the uselessness of questioning and answering with his body.

Incredible speed.

The floor of the park kicked up a cloud of dust. But before the dust could even rise, Wei Yanho had already rushed forward into the front of the spine.

There was no sound of the wind cutting through. Faster than sound, Wei Yanhu's sword struck down Chu Shuigwang's head.

A sharp sword like a ray of light.

Suk Soo-gwang raised his sword and blocked Wei Yan-ho's sword.

Kwaaaaang!

At that moment, the body of the spinal cannonball bounced off like a shotgun shell.

“Ugh!”

Blood spurts out like a fountain from the corner of his mouth.

'What? What happened?'

Spinal Cord couldn't come to his senses. What on earth was going on?

He's not watching someone else's fight right now. He's the one directly involved. He's being attacked, thrown back, his insides twisting, and he can't grasp what's happening.

This was the first time something like this had happened.

But there was no time to think deeply.

“Kuaat!”

Chiksu-gwang kicks the air and braces himself. Wei Yanhu has already reached his destination and is waiting for him. The moment Chiksu-gwang turns around, Wei Yanhu follows him like a shadow and stabs him with his sword.

'Hey, stop it!'

He blocked Wei Yanhu's sword with his sword. The moment the swords clashed!

The spinal column saw.

The sword, which had been flying like a lightning bolt, contained the magic of pleasure, but its nature changed, and an infinite aura of hegemony enveloped the sword.

'That's ridiculous… … .'

Kwaaaaaaaah!

The spine light's body twisted and rose into the air.

“Coo-hoo!”

Blood gushed from the corners of his mouth. Unable to withstand the power of Wei Yanho's sword, the energy within his body flowed back. The remaining energy, still undiminished, was tearing at his muscles and twisting his bones.

'How could this happen!'

But the mental shock was greater than the physical pain.

conversion.

The secret of the sword that Wei Yanhu showed was transformation.

From pleasure to defeat, from defeat to pleasure.

Changes and reacts instantly.

'How is that possible?'

Who doesn't know that when throwing a sword at an opponent, a quick sword is the most useful, and when clashing swords with an opponent, a deadly sword is the most useful?

But isn't the energy flowing within the human body one?

A quick swordsman will remain a quick swordsman until death. This is because he has mastered it, and the energy flowing through his body is specialized for quick swordsmanship. But can he change that in an instant?

'I'm not joking, you crazy bastard!'

The spinal column turned around and shot downwards.

“Inoooooooooo!”

Aging was creeping into Cheoksu-gwang's eyes. Right now, Wei Yan-ho was completely denying his martial arts. He, too, was a man who had broken free from the established system, but the unconventionality Wei Yan-ho displayed was making even his martial arts seem ordinary.

The shock and sense of alienation that others must have felt when looking at him was now being returned to Cheok Soo-kwang several times over.

Wi Yeon-ho's eyes sank as he watched the lightning-like slash of the spine descend. His sword slowly pointed upward.

Woof woof!

His sword seemed to vibrate for a moment, and then a dazzling light shot up into the sky.

Like a volcano erupting.

No, the light that surged forth from the east, like dawn breaking through the darkness, completely enveloped the body of the spinal canal.

The tightly clenched lips of the spinal canal burst open.

“Not yet! Not yet, you little brat!”

With his disheveled hair fluttering, the swordsman thrust his sword downwards.