Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 466

#466

Taejonbirok Volume 19, Episode 16

Chapter 106: The Lazy Man, Proving (1)

Choaaaah!

The light splits.

With a sound like cutting through silk, the sword of the spine light cut through the light emitted by the Wei Yanhu.

It's spectacular.

A sword that cuts through light? Who would have imagined such a thing?

But everyone who watched saw the sight clearly with their own eyes.

Turned upside down, it resembled a dragon ascending through a cascading waterfall. Which was more impressive?

The conclusion came soon.

“Eww!”

The shriek of the swordsman, as if he were exerting all his strength, resonated chillingly. Meanwhile, Wi Yeon-ho, still maintaining his composure, calmly watched the swordsman descending upon him.

And a sword.

A lightning-like sword strikes the body of the spinal column, barely able to pierce through the beam of light. It strikes without missing the slightest opening created by the powerful force.

"profit!"

The moment when the spine light twists its body to ward off the flying sword!

Swoosh.

The flying sword of Wei Yanhu disappeared like an illusion.

'Hwangeom?'

Then, a sword suddenly shot up towards his chin. Without even making a sound, Suk Soo-kwang flipped back.

Squeak.

But it seemed he couldn't completely avoid it, as a long line of blood flowed from his neck to his chin. Without even bothering to tend to his wound, Suk Soo-kwang dropped his sword.

If things continue this way, he'll be defeated without even swinging his sword. His desperation and desperation have imbued his sword with venom. But there are things in this world that can be accomplished with grit, and things that can't.

The strength in the grip of the spine worm, who gritted his teeth and raised his head, disappeared.

'This, this is a fantasy.'

Sea of Swords.

Hundreds, thousands of blades rush towards him.

Even Cheok Su-gwang, who prides himself on having lived his entire life in the Dosan Sword Forest, felt a sudden queasy feeling. How on earth could he possibly escape this sea of swords?

Spinal eclipse's instincts screamed, "All of this isn't real. It's a mixture of reality and illusion. Find the truth within." But Spinal eclipse could only chuckle.

Yeah, I guess not all of that is real.

But Wi Yeon-ho can instantly change the nature of the sword. The moment he distinguishes between the real and the false, its nature will change again. At that moment, it becomes meaningless.

So what should we do then?

A sea of swords surged toward him. Like a violent wave crashing down, creating a white foam that engulfed the entire sandy beach, the undulating, writhing blades filled his vision.

In this case, there is only one thing he must do.

Lee Daedogang (李代桃僵).

Give flesh and break bones.

Although Chuck Soo-kwang has always treated every battle as if it were real, he never expected he'd be risking his life today. But once you've made up your mind, you can't waver.

Ugh.

The evil-minded Cheoksu-gwang leaped into the sea of swords. He didn't care if his limbs were severed. If he could slam his sword into the neck of a foe of his size, it would be a victory.

Woof woof!

The sword screams.

The sword couldn't withstand the blows he'd thrust into it. It wasn't his taste to be careless with a weapon, but now wasn't the time to be concerned. He'd die trying to save his sword. With a grim expression, Cheok Soo-kwang dove into the sea of swords.

at that time.

suddenly.

The sea of swords split left and right, and then Wei Yanhu suddenly emerged from within and kicked Chu Shuigwang in the chest.

The spine light was thrown helplessly and rolled on the floor. Just as he was about to swing his sword, Wi Yeon-ho seized the opportunity and kicked him. There was no room for a counterattack.

“Coo-hoo!”

The scorpion, lying on the floor, vomited blood. He had been attacked while trying to raise his energy, causing his blood and energy to flow backward. Disbelief and fear filled his eyes.

"……crazy."

If these words had come from someone else, it wouldn't have been strange. But the one speaking now was none other than Peng Do-geuk.

“Am I right?”

Jang Il, having heard Peng Do-geuk's swearing, grabbed Peng Do-geuk's sleeve as if to confirm. Peng Do-geuk nodded, unable to respond properly.

“I think so.”

The atmosphere was tense.

This is the Tang family. And the ambiguous relationship between Chu Shu-kwang and Tang was evident just from their expressions. Most of those watching this match are probably hoping Chu Shu-kwang will be humiliated by Wei Yan-ho. Only then will the other sects understand how Tang Cheon-gun was defeated by Wei Yan-ho.

The way to roll in the mud without being laughed at is to drag those who will laugh into the mud too.

But the atmosphere was not good.

Everyone is unable to straighten their stiff faces.

'That makes sense.'

The party hates spinal column light.

But that, in turn, meant acknowledging the extent of his power. That's the kind of place martial arts is. It's not a place where you can afford to waste your hatred on the incompetent.

But now, anyone could see that Cheok Su-gwang was being unilaterally pushed back by Wi Yeon-ho.

No matter how optimistic I tried to be, the dark red blood that flowed ceaselessly from the scorpion's split jaw and mouth prevented me from doing so.

But that's not why Jang Il and Peng Do-geuk were surprised.

They already knew the outcome when this match started.

The Spinal Cord is strong. Even though it was a position that could be achieved without any surrounding powers, the position of the Thousand-Yi-Lian-Ju was not something that could be won on the battlefield.

But Wei Yanhu is stronger.

It's a ridiculous story, but no one who has been watching Wei Yanhuo thought that he would lose to Chu Shuguang.

The spine is strong. And the ignorance he possesses is full of variables. But Wi Yeon-ho was too strong to overcome those variables.

A deserved victory.

It was just a matter of how hard it was, but it was definitely a fight I would win.

But this is not it. This is unexpected.

Jang Il-do, Peng Do-geuk, and even Musan, who had a hardened expression, could not have imagined that Wi Yeon-ho would unilaterally push back against Cheok Su-gwang like this.

Even though they saw Wei Yanho bring out all his strength when fighting the Gwanghon Demon Emperor.

“You’ve gotten stronger?”

“That’s so absurd.”

Jang-il stuck out his tongue.

He hadn't reached the level of Wei Yanhu. But ignorance isn't something you have to reach to judge one's level.

Wei Yanhu is strong. However, if it were the Wei Yanhu who fought the Gwanghon Demon Emperor, he wouldn't have been able to show such a one-sided performance against that Spinal Streamer.

That was a sure thing.

“Besides, something has changed.”

“Definitely. What should I say…?”

Peng Do-geuk frowned slightly and then opened his mouth.

"Should I say the chaos has been sorted out, or should I say it's gotten even more chaotic? I can't quite explain it."

At that moment, Musan, who had been quiet until then, opened his mouth.

“I have a sense of direction.”

“Yeah, that’s it.”

Peng Do-geuk nodded vigorously.

Watching Wei Yanho fight so far, I got that feeling.

It's infinitely strong, but it feels like you don't know where that strength will go.

It felt like water was overflowing into a huge dam with nowhere to flow.

But now the dam has burst.

The water that had filled up began to flow down with incredible force.

“You can become this strong in such a short time?”

Musan shook his head at Jang Il's words.

“That’s not it.”

"huh?"

"It's not that I've gotten stronger. I was strong before, but I just didn't know how to use my strength."

“What does that mean?”

"It's something someone who's never seen a sword before, swings one, and then one day realizes that there's a blade inside the scabbard. The person we're talking about right now is the first to draw the sword from its scabbard."

“…….”

"Of course, I'd have gotten stronger. But don't you know how much stronger a master like me would become if he awakened one?"

“Fuck.”

Jang-il ground his teeth.

“Others wander through deep mountains and valleys and undergo hellish training to obtain that one thing, but he obtains it by lying down?”

Musan frowned slightly.

"dole."

“I’ll give you a donation and give you a loan!”

Peng Do-geuk opened his mouth in a low voice.

“I certainly had those questions.”

The attention of the people around them turned to Peng Do-geuk.

"The sword of Wei Yanhu was out of context. It seemed to contain everything, yet it also felt empty. I wondered what on earth his master was thinking when he taught him such things."

“What are you talking about? You turned that kid into a monster.”

"That's right. But think about it. What would have happened if Wei Yanhu had only practiced the quick sword during the time it took to build up that much?"

“…….”

Jang Il couldn't answer right away. He couldn't picture the scene in his head.

"He must have become at least twice as strong. That's what it means to master everything. But he's not someone who doesn't know that. If he's Wei Yanhu's master, he'd naturally be stronger than Wei Yanhu. But that person instilled something like that in Wei Yanhu. A strength without direction or purpose, absurdly strong. And now that chaotic strength is finding its way. So, what about that guy…?"

Peng Do-geuk's mouth was tightly shut.

What kind of sword will Wei Yanhu pull out from the chaos?

The clue was right before his eyes.

The place where the gaze of the penguin reaches.

There was a spinal column there, breathing heavily.

'Hold on a little longer.'

So that you can see more.

“……He doesn’t even seem human.”

Cheok Su-gwang's assessment of Wei Yan-ho was very simple.

He had no intention of praising Wei Yanhu just because he was losing. If he counted all those he had encountered, living and dead, he could name twenty who were stronger than Wei Yanhu now.

If we include those he doesn't know, how many people in the world are stronger than Wei Yanhu?

The world is vast, and there are more unknown masters than known ones. If strength alone were the standard, Wei Yanhu would not have earned the praise of Chi Shuigwang.

But the spine ridge was sending pure praise to Wi Yeon-ho.

No, perhaps this isn't a tribute to Wei Yanhu, but rather to Wei Yanhu's master. Whoever it was, he created this monster.

Contrary to his remarkably frivolous words and actions, Wei Yanho, when holding a sword, resembled the ideal swordsman. He was extremely cool-headed and never panicked.

The experience, as if he had been through a thousand, even ten thousand battles, is evident from his age. And Wi Yeon-ho doesn't stop there. His chiseled, sculptural form blends with the characteristic vigor of youth. What he sees before his eyes is not a perfect sculpture, but a living, breathing sculpture.

‘It’s a utopia… … .’

The spine ridges gave a bitter smile.

'I wanted to be like that too.'

Not like it is now.

Although Suk Soo-kwang was proud of himself, if he were to go back in time and choose between a prestigious school and a ronin, he would become a disciple of the prestigious school without hesitation.

“You’ve rested enough. Now, let’s try again.”

So isn't it unfair?

He didn't get what he wanted, but this kid is getting it.

So… …at least give that handsome face a slap in the face. That would be the only way to prove that Chuck Soo-kwang has dedicated his life to swordsmanship.

Strength entered the hand of the sword-wielding Suk Soo-kwang.