Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 497

#497

Taejonbirok Volume 20, Episode 22

Chapter 112: The Lazy Man, Despair (2)

Cheonryu Geom's face hardened.

It was unlike him, who always roamed the world with such a relaxed attitude.

'What the hell is this guy?'

This is not the first time he has seen Wei Yanhu.

He had already spoken with Wei Yanhuo in the past. At that time, Cheonryu Sword's assessment of Wei Yanhuo was that he was a young master with formidable potential.

Wei Yanhu was so great that he was not only unrivaled by anyone in the world, but he also made his nephews, whom he believed would rule the next era, look like they were lacking.

That fact is clearly acknowledged.

Wei Yanhu was the greatest scholar of the world, the likes of which he had never seen before in his entire life.

But that's not all.

Everyone knows that tigers are terrifying. But no one fears a motherless tiger cub. Even if you know they possess sharp teeth unlike those of cats, and even if you know they harbor hidden claws that can easily pierce human skin, a tiger cub is still just a cub.

It takes time for a tiger cub to become a true tiger.

But Wei Yanho didn't have time for that. That's why he didn't pose much of a threat. He thought he could be eliminated at any moment if he wanted.

Rather than killing them immediately, I thought it would be better to use them as a stimulus for the children. Anyone in the world would have thought the same thing as the Cheonryu Sword.

But now, Cheonryu Sword had no choice but to admit that his thoughts were a mistake.

knife.

There is a sword in front of him.

The sight of Wei Yanho looking at him with the sword he had received from Wei Jeonghan hanging still was like a sword itself.

'It's creepy.'

I couldn't understand where, what, or how that kid learned to get to this point.

Cheonryu Sword rarely used the word "unbelievable." He believed it demonstrated the writer's lack of understanding.

But there was no other way to express how I felt right now.

I can't believe it.

How am I supposed to accept that a puppy released on the mountain behind my house has returned in just a few months as a monster, not a tiger?

'I must kill him.'

It is a growth rate that surpasses common sense.

If things continued like this, I couldn't even predict how much stronger he would become as time passed.

'That should never happen.'

This was his mistake. So, he must clean up the mess. The head of the household was right. This is something he must sort out.

The eyes of the Cheonryu Sword sank low.

I admit it.

You can tell just by looking at the momentum.

The fingertips that hang down, the tip of the sword that doesn't waver, and the calm, settled eyes.

Inspection.

Yes, it's a sword that looks like a green sword.

If you close your eyes and imagine a swordsman, something like this will come to mind. Cheonryu Sword knew how terrifying that would be.

Imagination always pursues perfection.

The poses we imagine in our minds ignore reality. We tend to imagine a hypothetical, idealized, and perfect pose. Because we ourselves don't fully understand what perfection is, we end up drawing only vague, vague shapes.

But when I saw Wei Yanho's appearance, that image came to mind.

This is the image of a swordsman that I had only imagined in my mind.

'It's dangerous.'

His instincts were warning him.

The person standing before him was not the same as the one he had seen before. The moment he let his guard down, a swordsman of the highest caliber stood before him, ready to decapitate him.

‘Even when I faced the Sword Master, I didn’t feel this kind of pressure… … .’

If I had put my mind to it, killing Geomseon would have been a no-brainer. Since I'd missed the opportunity, I simply didn't see the need to make a big deal out of it by beheading him.

But Wei Yanhu is different.

Interest is the enemy.

The Cheonryu Sword quietly hung up its beloved weapon.

Still, he is not his opponent.

No matter where I looked, there was no element of weakness. His sword was a sword of the Baekga clan, and the years he had spent honing his skills were incomparable to Wei Yanhu's.

Ultimately, it's all about people. I know it's not the type of martial arts you master, but who masters them that matters. However, he was a child prodigy, a genius in his youth, and now a master swordsman who has reached the pinnacle of mastery.

While he couldn't dare compare to the sword of the Heavenly Sword Master, I didn't believe there was a swordsman in the world who could rival him. Perhaps the Demonic Cult would be another matter.

“I heard that you survived the hands of the mad demon.”

Wi Yeon-ho's ears twitched.

Although Wei Yanho had always blocked the words from Cheonryu Sword's mouth, the words "Gwanghon Demon Emperor" made him flinch.

“But you’d better be careful. I’m not as soft as a mad soul demon.”

“The mad soul demon…….”

A smile appeared at the corner of Wei Yanho's mouth.

“Then let’s see some of that unwavering skill!”

At that moment, Wei Yanhu rushed forward.

'Is it a failure?'

I tried using the "Gyeokjangjigye" (a form of "fierce fighting technique"). He was still young, so while his martial arts skills might be strong, he probably hadn't mastered controlling his aura. But Wi Yeon-ho's eyes, as he charged, remained unwavering.

The Cheonryu Sword changed its posture.

We need to break free from the stereotype that the other person is young. Why do we keep seeing him as young, even though we've already acknowledged that he's a accomplished inspector?

There was no reason why a sword wielded by a child wouldn't pierce flesh. The Cheonryu Sword, holding itself in its proper place, gripped Ae-byung tightly.

Wei Yanhu's sword cut through the wind and fell towards Cheonryu Geom's head.

A very honest blow.

But being honest wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

It was fast because it didn't use tricks, and it was strong because it was honest.

That's the real deal.

People of the world ignore the rules.

I believed that since straight black is so predictable, it would only improve my skills if I had some irregular elements. But that was foolish thinking.

Was there a set rule from the beginning?

Ultimately, a classic is something that has been proven to be the best among countless variables and has survived. So how can we ignore it?

Kaga River!

The sword of Wei Yanhu collided with the sword of Cheonryu Sword, releasing a sharp metallic sound.

The sensation at your fingertips is heavy.

A precise blow, and a straight blow.

The incredible shock created by the posture that maintained perfection made Cheonryu Sword frown.

'How many sword strikes did it take to create this sword?'

I can even feel the obsession.

A perfectly crafted sword, as if it had been carved with great care by a master craftsman.

Who on earth could come up with such a test?

It was a moment of respect for the teacher who taught Wi Yeon-ho, and for Wi Yeon-ho, who followed the teacher's teachings.

'That's amazing.'

I had no choice but to admit it.

Swordsmen who have ascended to the ranks can gauge an opponent's skill simply by exchanging blows. This was the case. Cheonryu Sword could sense the rigorous training Wi Yeon-ho had endured.

Perhaps it was an incredibly arduous process, like carving a forest from stone. Those who teach must sacrifice their souls, and those who learn must endure hell.

Here is someone who has accomplished something they never dared to attempt.

So it has to be strong.

'I can't handle it at my nephews' level.'

I felt ashamed of myself for even a moment comparing Wei Yanho to his nephews. And as my admiration grew, so did my sense of crisis.

'If I don't kill him here, the whole plan could be shaken because of him.'

That should never happen.

How long they have been waiting for this moment.

I've been holding on to my grudge, brooding over it, waiting for the day I can return the favor to this damned gangster. I haven't even gotten started yet. And already, signs of failure are appearing?

It was something that could never be tolerated.

“Ta-ha-ha!”

He drew up all his internal energy and pushed Wei Yanhu back. Then he tried to shoulder Wei Yanhu. A twist on the norm. This was no time to worry about face or anything else.

But not everything went according to his plan.

The moment he deflected the sword with force, Cheonryu Sword realized something. Wei Yanho's sword, which should have been thrusting heavily at him, felt no force. It was pushed back lightly, as if by an illusion, very lightly.

'Wearing?'

Wei Yanhu's sword clung to his own, never to be separated. If he tried to push it away, it would be repelled; if he tried to pull it away, it would be pulled back. But it never fell off.

"this guy!"

Feeling that his intentions had been thwarted, Cheonryu Sword unconsciously shouted and poured his internal energy into the sword.

That moment.

Woot!

A terrible pain shot through his toes. Wei Yanhu had instantly lowered his sword and stepped on his foot.

“Whew!”

More embarrassment than pain.

Wi Yeon-ho, who had impressed him with his posture alone, sticks his head in like a street thug and stomps his feet.

Yeah, just like that spinal canal.

The momentary change in prayer caught Cheonryu Sword off guard.

'It's falling.'

Once momentum is lost, it's impossible to regain control in this area. Therefore, the best course of action is to retreat and regroup. The Thousand-Ryu Sword, which unleashed its power forward, retreated in the recoil.

But Wei Yanho wasn't the one who just watched.

Wei Yanhu follows like a loach faster than the speed at which the Cheonryu Sword retreats.

Then, he swung the three swords at once, aiming for Cheonryu Sword's head and shoulders.

Terrible speed.

It was an incredibly fast sword.

Without even a moment to react, Cheonryu Geom swung his sword. He precisely blocked the three points Wei Yanhu was aiming at. However, just as he thought he had blocked it perfectly, Wei Yanhu's sword vanished like smoke.

'Hwangeom?'

Not a quick sword?

then…….

Crunch!

The sound of flesh being cut by a sword.

I pulled away hastily, but I couldn't prevent a long cut to my right thigh. And once my balance was broken, a series of disasters followed.

Crunch!

Crunch!

A long cut cuts across his shoulder. A shallow swipe passes over his chest. Wei Yanhu clings to the Cheonryu Sword like a leech, swinging his sword repeatedly. It's as if he's determined not to let go of the momentum he's gained.

I was just amazed at how such poison could be hidden in this seemingly normal face.

“Ta-aap!”

The Cheonryu Sword instantly unleashed its Baekpal Sword forward. Excessive energy was expended, but opening a path forward was more important than distributing energy.

If I keep getting dragged along like this, I'll end up defeated with my whole body mutilated.

With a sound like tearing silk, the front was covered with the afterimage of the sword thrust by the Cheonryu Sword.

If I had to say, it's a blackout.

No, it should be called a sword wall.

If you can't counter each and every attack, just block them all. Whether it's a quick sword, a magic sword, or a transformation sword, wouldn't you be helpless against an impenetrable wall?

Shake it off.

Cheonryu Sword, certain that the attack would not continue, raised his head slightly.

Then I saw the Cheonryu Sword.

light.

No, brilliance.

A small sun made of enormous light, as if it were going to cover the world, was coming down on him.

A blazing white sun, as if it were going to swallow up all the darkness in the world, fell, covering the entire body of the Cheonryu Sword.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

The world is shaken.