Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 468

#468

Taejonbirok Volume 19, Episode 18

Chapter 106: The Lazy Man, Proving (3)

knife.

The sword in Wei Yanho's hand emits a dazzling light.

Radiance is intangible. It cannot possess a physical form. However, the light created by Wei Yanhu clearly possessed a physical form. It was not a transition from the tangible to the intangible, but from the intangible to the tangible.

Wi Yeon-ho emitted rays of light, destroying all common sense and logic.

'What the heck is this?'

It is not enough to say that I have been through many hardships.

The line of fire that the Spinal Cord had crossed was literally a series of near-death experiences. During this time, countless unmanned vehicles were encountered.

Those who use bizarre swordsmanship, those who crush people with absurd destructive power, those who exude an aura so full of evil that it is impossible to breathe.

Those who worship the devil and don't care that they are called a demonic cult.

Among those guys, only those who wielded swords on the front lines were inhuman.

I've witnessed the ignorance of these people with my own eyes and body. I thought I would no longer be surprised by the ignorance of others.

The dazzling light pouring down, filling my eyes, was destroying the confidence of the blind.

I want to admire it.

I want to tremble in fear.

But there was no time for that.

The one that the halo of light is targeting is himself.

I knew it wasn't appropriate to describe it as "squirming in a halo," but I couldn't help it. A squirming halo was enveloping Spinal Cord's entire body.

“Whoa!”

The spinal column turned over with all its might.

Oppose?

Bullshit.

The power contained in that halo is beyond what a human made of flesh and blood can handle.

furthermore…….

'What the heck is that!'

I was wiggling.

Some halos poured down rapidly, others faded into obscurity before reappearing elsewhere. And some, inflated in grandeur, poured down.

It's as if each and every light is alive and moving.

Is that swordsmanship?

I can understand.

It's impossible to know the exact process by which something like that came to be, but I could understand how Wei Yanhu created it. The swift halo of light likely embodies the essence of pleasure, while the heavy halo likely embodies the essence of weightlessness.

It is not just about unleashing the sword with a sword, but it is also about revealing the mysteries of many variations… no, of all variations from the sword energy that is emitted.

A hollow laugh escaped from the mouth of the psychic as he watched the halos of light covering his body like a living creature.

Then, the laughter soon erupted into a huge roar.

“What the hell are you doing, you little brat!”

Dangcheon-gun relaxed his legs.

'It hurts.'

I exerted too much force. As the strength drained from my stiff muscles, a dull pain surged through me. I had overextended myself and injured my muscles.

But it was fortunate that it ended like this.

If I had realized my condition a little later, it would not have been my muscles that were injured, but my blood and energy would have flowed backward.

Dangcheon-gun turned his gaze from the front and scanned his surroundings, checking to see if anyone else was in a similar situation. Fortunately or unfortunately, no such person was in sight.

The fact that no one in this place where the party is the majority has felt the same shock means that no one within the party has yet reached that level.

So it was both fortunate and unfortunate.

“……What is happening right now?”

It seems that there are people who understand the current situation with their heads, even if they don't understand it physically.

Zhuge Yan's voice was trembling.

Although the Zhuge clan had little to boast about in terms of martial arts, this was only in the eyes of Dangcheon-gun. Had the Zhuge clan lacked a grasp of martial arts, they would not have dared to be called one of the Five Great Families.

Even in the eyes of such a person like Zhuge Yan, Wei Yanhu's ignorance was an incomprehensible realm.

I want to laugh, but I can't.

“I don’t know either.”

Dangcheon-gun smiled bitterly.

Even Tang Cheon-gun couldn't understand what was happening right before his eyes.

'It's a good thing we fought back then.'

What would happen if Tang Cheon-gun and Wi Yeon-ho fought now?

It would probably look no different from the current Spinal Cord. Rolling around, trying to avoid the sword swung by the young boy.

What's even scarier is that… …the sight of such a spinal maniac doesn't look funny at all.

Rather, even the spinal column looks amazing.

In that we are facing such a monster.

'That's not a person.'

I thought he was strong. Because he lost.

I thought he'd get stronger. Wi Yeon-ho is still young.

but…….

Right now, the predictions of Wei Yanhu's strength and potential were completely wrong.

I brought home a tiger cub and raised it, but it turned out to be a monster, not a tiger.

'But who the hell is behind that guy?'

Tang Cheon-gun was confident he wouldn't be surprised even if Wei Yan-ho was twice as strong. What surprised him now wasn't Wei Yan-ho's strength.

It was the martial arts that Wei Yanhu unleashed on the sword.

Just by looking at them, they make you reflect on your own ignorance from the ground up.

How could such a child's mind contain such a multitude? And what kind of teacher was it that forced such endless thoughts into Wei Yanho's head?

'It's Daegi (大己).'

He thought that the present was so great that he might lose what he had in the future, but the present he saw was just a vessel to be filled with water.

The water is filling up now.

Tang Cheon-gun clenched his fists to overcome the emptiness that was engulfing his body.

I felt like everything was insignificant in the face of overwhelming force.

“Ugh!”

The swordsman gripped the hilt of his sword. The iron grip tightened, as if it might snap.

Poison and murderous intent poured out from the eyes of the spinal cannon.

embrace.

The opponent is strong.

And his opponent's power was beyond his ability to confront. An overwhelming sense of powerlessness, unlike anything he'd ever felt before, gripped him.

But the spinal column gritted its teeth.

Don't run away?

That's not it.

When you have to run, you have to run. Spinal savages are different from those fools who pride themselves on not running when they should. If you survive, opportunities will always come. Nothing is more foolish than sacrificing your life to protect your momentary pride.

But not now.

I can see it.

There was something beyond this halo of light. Something he had been desperately trying to grasp.

Even if the attempt leads to death, there are times when an inspector must risk his life.

Instead, the spinal column took a step forward.

That one step.

It was a simple step, but looking back on his entire life, no step had been more difficult. His determination to stake everything was fully embodied in that single step.

He drew every last ounce of his energy into the sword, thrusting it into the air. The sword screamed with a thud. But Chik Soo-kwang paid no attention to whether the sword was damaged or not.

Here it is.

The moment he had to overcome.

That damned "wall"—a wall that clearly existed, yet could never be seen, never clearly identified—was now before his eyes. The mere sight of it so clearly made him want to dance in joy.

But how can I back down?

“Eww!”

The sword of the spine light drew a picturesque arc.

The spinal column was convinced.

Even now, his sword, even looking back on his entire life, was perfect, unparalleled. A perfection he only dreamed of. That single moment of perfection, unattainable even after a thousand, ten thousand swings, remained within his sword.

A sense of satisfaction, as if you own the world.

And the confidence that I could destroy everything in the world.

Feeling a surge of satisfaction rising from the tips of his toes, Suk Soo-kwang swung his sword.

But soon the spinal cord could tell.

His sword can cut through everything.

At this very moment, his sword is omnipotent. No one in the world can stop his sword.

But light is not something that splits apart.

His sword precisely slices the flying rays of light in half. However, as if nothing had happened, the halved rays reassemble in place and pour down onto the entire body of the spinal column.

Cheok Su-gwang, who was blankly staring at the sight, muttered.

'continuity.'

I get it.

What he lacked.

No matter how much he agonized and endured, no matter how much he practiced, his martial arts remained stagnant. The immense wall he could never overcome, even if he sold his soul, was now crumbling.

But unfortunately… … .

'Are we a little late?'

A waterfall of light poured down towards him, filling his vision.

It's not something that can be sustained with just skin and bones.

If he could overcome this moment, he would be able to step onto new heights. Overcoming a wall he feared he might never overcome was a joy beyond compare, but he had only a fleeting moment left to savor that joy.

That's okay though.

At the last moment, he crossed the wall, his eyes filled with a realm he'd never dared to believe he could experience. He'd experienced something even the King of Hell could boast about.

So it's okay.

Spinal stencils glared at him, as if determined not to miss a single moment, until the very last moment.

And that moment.

Chaeaeaaeng!

The halos of light that had been covering him suddenly disappeared with a sharp noise like porcelain breaking on the floor.

As if everything I've seen so far was just an illusion.

But it wasn't an illusion.

A subtle pain surges through my body. A stinging pain, like being cut by a sharp knife.

'what?'

The spinal column lowered its head quietly.

In the middle of the training ground, which had become quiet as if the fighting up until then had all been a lie, Wei Yanhu stood with his legs crossed.

“…….”

Wi Yeon-ho lifted what he was holding in his hand and showed it to Cheok Su-gwang, who was looking at him without saying anything.

knife.

A sword without a blade, with only the handle remaining, was in his hand.

“I can’t stand it.”

“…….”

"I didn't really mean to save you. It was just that the sword couldn't handle it. If I had my sword, things might have been different."

Wi Yeon-ho whetted his appetite.

Wi Yeon-ho swung his sword a couple of times, leaving only the handle as if he was disappointed, then turned his head and looked at Zhuge Liang.

“Should I give this back?”

“Just throw it away.”

“I’m sorry.”

Wei Yanho threw the sword handle he was holding on the floor and looked at Chu Shuigwang and said.

“Are you satisfied? Or should we change swords and have a second battle?”

“……Not enough.”

It was more than enough.

To know what kind of person the young prosecutor named Wi Yeon-ho is.

“Then now… hmm.”

Wi Yeon-ho shrugged and said.

“Would you like to come inside and talk? I have a few questions for you.”

“……As much as you want.”

Spinal Cord, who had returned from a natural death, could only nod with a blank expression.