Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 467

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Taejonbirok Volume 19, Episode 17

Chapter 106: The Lazy Man, Proving (2)

Giving up isn't that difficult. But there are people in this world who struggle with that simple task. Spinal cord injury was one such example.

If he had given up even once, he wouldn't be standing here today. He would have turned to dust in some blood-soaked wilderness.

But Spinal Cord wouldn't give up. His character, his will, refused to give up.

It's the same now.

He already felt how strong Wei Yanhu was. It wasn't a gap he could fill with improvisation. Looking at his youthful appearance, it was laughable, but Wei Yanhu wasn't someone he could dare to confront.

Absolute master.

An absolute master who transcended the difference in age was right before my eyes.

All he could do was swing his sword, which was useless against that absolute master, and then lose.

but…….

So what does that mean?

You don't fight because it's obvious you'll lose?

So you're saying you're going to wait for that moment of victory that may never come?

'Bullshit.'

For those who wield the sword, there is a chance of victory. Even if it is so weak that it is unlikely to happen even once in a thousand years, the possibility is clearly present.

But for those who do not wield a sword, there is no such possibility.

The spinal column did not promise the future.

Any notion of gaining anything from this fight has already been thrown into the trash. This is a fight. It's a fight where you throw yourself into the effort to defeat your opponent.

“Phew…….”

Wi Yeon-ho flicked his sword slightly.

'It's pathetic.'

He didn't change his expression. It would have been the height of rudeness to show his disappointment to Cheok Soo-kwang right now. Even if Wi Yeon-ho was a hopeless case, he couldn't ignore an opponent who was giving it his all.

Still, a hint of disappointment flashed across his face. That's how profound the disappointment Wei Yanho felt at the moment.

'It doesn't connect.'

The flow of energy and spirit is not natural.

The swords with different types of flow should have been connected naturally as if they had been one from the beginning, but they were breaking off one by one as if they were disconnected.

It seems that the spinal column is shocked by that alone, but that is possible because the opponent is spinal column.

What if the person standing in front of him now was not a spinal cannon but a mad spirit demon?

Would that mad spirit demon miss the fleeting moment when Wi Yeon-ho's sword transforms?

'That can't be true.'

Wi Yeon-ho smiled bitterly.

A skilled Yukhap Sword is superior to an unskilled Taegeuk Hyegeom. A poorly wielded swordsmanship can be worse than a mere stabbing.

In that respect, the black sword currently being used by Wi Yeon-ho is incredibly messy. It's almost horrific.

What if the master saw this sword?

'You probably wouldn't have been angry.'

I would have just stared at him blankly, as if the sky had fallen down.

A vision of his master appeared before Wei Yanhu. His face was like, "How can the disciple I raised with such pains be like that?"

I'm so annoyed.

'Not to that extent.'

It's just that it's the first time you've used it, so it's not quite familiar. The more you practice it, the more awkward it becomes and the more natural it becomes.

And the perfect opponent for that repetition was staring at him.

“Hoooooo.”

Wi Yeon-ho took another deep breath.

I was worried.

I thought and thought again.

Because with his current strength, he can't save his brother who was dragged into the Demonic Cult.

Everything about Master was right. But there was one thing he hadn't foreseen. Even after three hundred years, Master remained the best. Jianghu, while perhaps lacking in comparison, had made its own progress.

The master's prediction that there would be few who could face Wei Yanhu in the martial world in that state was completely wrong.

The Demonic Cult was several times stronger than he'd imagined, and the world was teeming with strong individuals, not just those in the Demonic Cult. Wei Yanhu was strong, but not strong enough to achieve his own goals.

No matter how much you seek morality and agreement, the world of martial arts is ultimately a place where nothing can be achieved without power.

So I had to get stronger.

How to become stronger. After much thought and deliberation, Wei Yanho reached a very reasonable and ordinary conclusion.

What do you mean, what should I worry about?

Everything is within him.

How ridiculous it is for someone who has ingrained the teachings of the Sword Emperor Baek Muhan in their bodies to seek outside ways to become stronger.

Dismantle.

Reflect on it.

Then establish it.

What his teacher left him.

I reviewed each and every thing I'd already learned, but couldn't understand due to my low level and lack of experience. This is the conclusion I reached.

Mangeom (萬劍).

The master told him to forget everything.

The teacher's teachings and the light sword style.

He simply told him to let go of everything his master taught him and find his own path. What the master created wasn't a swordsman armed with his theories, but the possibility of finding a new path and surpassing him.

Wi Yeon-ho is that possibility.

But Wei Yanho denied that fact.

Where do you want me to go?

There is a mountain right in front of you.

He sees with his own eyes the mountain peaks that rise so high that they seem to pierce the sky, but what does he have to build to jump over them from now on?

The path that Wi Yeon-ho chose is the path that his teacher walked.

It may differ from the Master's teachings, but it wasn't the wrong path. The path the Master walked was also a path, and walking it was also Wei Yanho's choice.

Why would you look for another way to become stronger than the fastest and most certain way?

'If there had been no demonic cult, it might have been possible.'

But not now.

Now, he needed to become stronger quickly, by any means necessary. That's why Wei Yanhu chose to follow his master.

What god?

He summoned the strongest being he knew into his body. He embodied the light sword style that his master had not taught him. He wasn't the master, but Wei Yanhu knew.

All of the Master's martial arts originated from the Ten Thousand Swords and Hundred Schools. No matter how many times he abandoned them, the teachings of the Ten Thousand Swords and Hundred Schools could never have disappeared from his mind.

In that case, Wi Yeon-ho also starts from the ten thousand swords and hundreds of schools.

Mangeom. A sword that contains everything in the world.

From here, the journey of Wei Yan Lake begins.

“Hoooooo.”

Wei Yanho took another deep breath. It was a ritual of self-compassion.

“I don’t know if that’s right.”

Wei Yanho's tense face suddenly relaxed and a playful look returned to his face.

I don't know what to do.

You'd have to see it to know what it was. I named it Mangeom for convenience, but I wasn't sure if it was the Mangeom of Mangeombaekga.

'It's probably different.'

While the Mangeom is the essence of all the swords in the world, it likely isn't a single form. Perhaps it's called Mangeom because it possesses ten thousand forms.

It's okay, I guess.

Although it was only the beginning, Wei Yanhu had grasped the tip of the sword.

Right now, all he can do is connect and flow countless swords, but as his sword deepens, these disconnected swords will become one.

Then, perhaps the illusive sword he saw in the Dreaming Sword could be recreated in his hands. If only he could pull that off?

It would not be strange to say that it is virtually invincible.

'Except for the master, that is.'

Still, I can't beat my master.

Wi Yeon-ho whetted his appetite.

The more he learns, the more he practices, the higher his master rises. When he reaches this level of growth, his master rises even higher. The saying "what you know is what you see" perfectly applies to him.

I ignored and persecuted that person… … Of course, I got hit.

“So why should I be afraid?”

Wi Yeon-ho looked at Cheok Su-gwang with sunken eyes.

Spinal Cord is strong. His determination and will to win are admirable. Most people would be appalled and terrified by his venom.

But Wei Yanho could be respected, but not feared.

It would be impossible for someone who learned by being beaten by a dragon to be afraid of the sharp teeth of a loach.

Spinal Cord has met the wrong opponent.

If they had the same level of martial arts prowess, it would have been easier for Tang Cheon-gun or Kwon Geuk to deal with them. Wi Yeon-ho was basically a coward who left his cave behind.

“You’d better be careful.”

Wi Yeon-ho waved the tip of his sword.

"From now on, I've never done this before, so I might not be able to control it. Even if I die, I won't hold any grudges."

“Heh heh heh heh.”

The spinal column smiled as if it was amused.

"You don't have to worry about that. If I die by your sword, the vengeful spirits who wander the underworld will feast on me. Grudge? The moment you kill someone with your sword, you must accept your own death. That's what it means to be a warrior."

“You are right.”

Wi Yeon-ho slowly lowered his sword.

Okay, we've covered the basics.

So from now on… … .

“But I’m not just saying this… It might be a bit dangerous. Be careful.”

The energy of Wei Yanhu began to boil.

At the same time, Wei Yanhu's sword emitted a pure white flash. Like a bursting flood, a brilliant light poured out endlessly.

“Huh… Heh heh.”

The spinal columnist laughed.

Are you saying that what we've shown so far isn't everything?

What else do you want to show me?

“Anything is fine.”

The spine worm gripped the sword tightly.

He had no intention of admiring whatever his opponent was showing him. He wasn't spectating; he was engaged in a contest.

Break anything. Destroy anything.

That was the will of the spinal canal.

And at that moment, Wei Yanhu began to move.

“Huh!”

light.

Just as the curtain covering the window was lifted, the pure white light that poured out from Wei Yanho's sword was already cutting off his neck.

Thoughts don't flow. My body moves before my mind can even think.

The choice made by the spinal cord's body was simple.

I'm going down.

Like a lazy mule rolling along the ground, the spine-wielding figure's body rolled. No amount of swordsmanship could counter it. In that case, he had to dodge.

There's no time or need to worry about face or anything else. The moment the spineless man, who had been rolling around on the floor, raises his head!

Kwaaaaaaaah!

It's pouring down.

Each and every one of them is black.

Each and every one of them is black.

A sharp sword light, filled with energy, covered the entire body of the spine.

It's not a lie.

The sword light pouring down like a waterfall was all a mass of energy.

Step back.

Without even getting up, the spinal column kicked and dragged the floor with both arms and legs, retreating again and again.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

The moment the pouring beam of light hit the floor, everything shattered. The solid stone floor shook like mud. Then it surged and shattered.

It was a sight that seemed like the world was falling apart.

That's not the end.

Wi Yeon-ho flew into the air, piercing through a dazzling beam of light.

The sight of Wei Yanhu swinging his sword while his entire body was enveloped in light was like that of a heavenly being.

Spinal Cordon couldn't even think of fighting back, so he just opened his mouth blankly.

Here was light, there was a sword, and there was an invincible swordsman wielding a sword of light.