Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 498

#498

Taejonbirok Volume 20, Episode 23

Chapter 112: The Lazy Man, Despair (3)

It was a shock that felt like the axis of the earth was twisted.

Those who had been watching the battle between the two surrounded by others jumped backwards.

'That ignorant bastard!'

Even as he flew, Tangcheon kept cursing.

The sight of the temple collapsing, unable to overcome the shock, comes into his eyes clearly.

Fighting in someone else's house and destroying the building.

From the landlord's perspective, it was a heartbreaking situation. Yet, Dangcheon-gun could only curse, refusing to dare intervene.

If you get caught up in that, even if you are a Dangcheon-gun, you won't be able to pick up a single bone.

The level of the workshop was different.

As expected, Wei Yanhu was still Wei Yanhu. However, the Thousand-Ryu Sword that withstood Wei Yanhu's attacks was also impressive.

'That guy didn't give it his all.'

The speed and destructive power were different from the previous fight with Suk Soo-gwang. It felt like he was adjusting his strength to suit his opponent. Suk Soo-gwang seemed to realize this, his face turning sour.

'If it's natural, then it's natural.'

Spinal Cord is strong. Everyone acknowledges that fact. Isn't it precisely because of this strength alone that Spinal Cord has risen to the supreme and unparalleled position of Master of the Heavenly Realm?

But it couldn't be compared to the Cheonryu Sword.

If the Spinal Streamer had climbed from the bottom, the Cheonryu Sword had been there from the beginning, even higher than the one he had climbed to. While those in the martial world often disregarded and disregarded the Spinal Streamer, no one dared to disregard the Cheonryu Sword.

It's just not known.

He didn't boast about his own fame. He sought out and engaged in combat with any strong opponent. And most of those encounters ended in defeat.

The sword of a thousand defeats.

A person who is defeated even by a third-rate warrior.

A great failure born from Baekgeomseong.

There was a time when it was called that.

It was only a few strong players who noticed something strange. They won. But victory didn't feel like victory. They exposed everything to their opponents and won by a single point. Who would call that victory a victory?

There were those who felt defeated even after winning. It was the same with Cheok Soo-kwang and Geom-seon. The outcome of the match didn't matter. They saw it.

The true face of the Cheonryu Sword that he never revealed.

'Can you pull it out?'

It seemed possible with Wei Yanho.

Even if it is a thousand-strength sword, it is impossible to be moderate against Wei Yanhu.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaah!

There is a continuous explosion of noise.

Wi Yeon-ho was pouring out attacks with the momentum that seemed like it would blow away the entire Tang family.

“Oh, really!”

The swear word just bursts out.

But his swearing was overshadowed by the loud noise and could not spread to those around him.

At the very moment when Tang Cheon-gun, who had landed on the ground, was about to scream… … .

“That damn bastard.”

Instead, there was someone who cursed at me.

It was a spinal canal.

Dangcheon-gun clapped his hands in delight.

“I don’t know what moderation is.”

“That’s not it. The person I was swearing at was Cheonryu Sword.”

"yes?"

Although Tang Cheon-gun expressed his doubts, Cheok Su-gwang did not bother to answer.

'Can't you even see this?'

Explanations are meaningless to those who have eyes but cannot see.

The Wei Yanhu's attacks are incredibly powerful. It's doubtful whether a human could even maintain their form in the face of such attacks.

But the Cheonryu Sword was blocking all of those attacks.

Can't you see it?

The sight of the sword of the Cheonryu Sword moving gracefully deflecting all of Kang Jin-ho's light balls.

'Monsters and monsters.'

The spinal column gritted its teeth.

He has already lost to Wei Yanhu once.

Wei Yanhu was a monster. He was not someone he could dare to confront. Yet, Cheonryu Geom was engaging with Wei Yanhu. While he was momentarily on the defensive and suffered a crushing defeat, that fact did not prove he was at a disadvantage.

purple.

As the dust cloud cleared, the Thousand-Ryu Sword was revealed.

A slightly pale complexion.

Blood flowing down the corner of the mouth.

The pure white robe is torn in various places, and red blood flows through it.

If you only look at the revealed appearance, it was a look of real defeat.

But what is revealed is not everything.

'You can't say that you were pushed back to the point where your skin was injured.'

Although his outward wounds appear grave, his inner strength remains unshaken. Therefore, he must still be considered to be in his prime.

Cheonryu Sword lowered his head and looked at the wounds covering his body. Then he let out a hollow laugh.

“Haha.”

A laugh mixed with absurdity and admiration.

Cheonryu Geom, who clearly showed his true feelings with that smile, looked straight at Wi Yeon-ho and opened his mouth.

"It's been ten years since I've had a wound like this, but it's not a situation where I can joke around about a raw wound. It's scary, really scary."

Cheonryu Sword shook his head.

I'm not just joking. If I'd been pushed back just a little bit more, I could have been beheaded before I could even fight back.

'This is the first sword I've ever seen in my life.'

There are those in the world stronger than him. Even his older brother, the head of the Mangeombaekga clan, is so powerful that even he cannot fathom his true potential. And even within the Demonic Cult, there are likely countless others stronger than him.

But no one in the world knows more swordsmanship than he does. That was a point of pride for the Tenryu Sword. His life was dedicated to observing and analyzing the countless swords of the world.

That's why he wandered the world.

His sword is the sword of all.

He must contain all the swords of the world within his own. However, he could not look out upon the world from his seat. He wandered the world, seeking to learn about sword methods unknown to him and swords with different interpretations.

It wasn't just the Central Plains.

Yunnan, Beihai, and even as far as the Tibet.

He went wherever there was a strong man, and whenever he heard rumors of someone wielding a unique sword, he asked for instruction regardless of skill level.

He is the man who has seen and experienced the most swords in the world.

But now, Wei Yanho's sword was a sword he had never seen before.

“Who is your teacher?”

“That’s right.”

Wi Yeon-ho flicked his sword.

“It seems like if I don’t ask that question to everyone who fights me, I’ll get a thorn in my side.”

“I guess so, it’s amazing.”

“Is it amazing?”

Cheonryu Sword nodded.

"Who wouldn't be amazed when a sword they've never seen before slams down on them with such power? Anyone who created a new, unprecedented school and brought it to this point would be worthy of being called a master. That's why I'm curious."

But all Wei Yanhu could give in return was a grumble.

“If you don’t know what you’re talking about, there’s no use in telling.”

“How can you know someone you haven’t seen?”

“I need to know.”

“……What do you mean?”

"No one else may know, but you should. Baek Geom-yeong, that kid is too young to understand, but you still need to know. Only then will you understand why I'm so upset right now."

Wei Yanho's voice had no highs or lows.

But Cheonryu Sword could sense the anger in that voice.

'Are you saying it's not simply because of the ill-fated relationship with the Demonic Cult?'

I thought Wei Yanho was angry at him because Baekgeomseong was in league with the Demonic Cult. But listening to what Wei Yanho is saying now, it seems there's another reason.

“Is it because of the grudge with Geomyeong?”

“Do you think that would be important?”

Wi Yeon-ho snorted.

"It's not even something worth holding a grudge against. That person may hold a grudge against me, but I have no reason to hold a grudge against them."

That was right.

It was Wei Yanho who interfered with Baek Gyeomyeong's every move. Conversely, Wei Yanho suffered no harm from Baek Gyeomyeong. So why was he so angry?

"I don't understand what you're saying. If we had a grudge against you, we would have. Why would you have one against us?"

“If you don’t know, you don’t have to know.”

Wi Yeon-ho lowered his sword.

"If you can't tell with your own eyes, you need to show it with your own body. Look carefully. You know where you were meant to go."

That was the end of it.

Without another word, Wei Yanhu lunged at Cheonryu Geom. Cheonryu Geom, in turn, had no choice but to straighten his sword and face Wei Yanhu.

'The path we were supposed to take?'

The more I listen to it, the more incomprehensible it becomes.

Cheonryu Sword shook his head and shook off his distracting thoughts.

What if he himself got caught up in it? Wei Yanho wasn't an easy opponent to deal with while distracted.

'There's no one I can't deal with.'

At least 100 years old.

If you give it your all, you won't lose the upper hand…

Paaang!

Wei Yanho's sword flies in, tearing through the wind.

'Another distracting thought has crept in.'

I feel uncomfortable.

The Cheonryu Sword has fought countless fierce battles. Accepting another's sword as your own is not as easy as it sounds. Simply observing and engaging with the sword is only scratching the surface. It was necessary to grasp its true meaning.

I'm confident that I can't be beaten by anyone in the world in terms of concentration when fighting with a sword, but why can't I focus today?

'What's the problem?'

Cheonryu Geom took up his sword.

Kaang! Kaang! Kaang!

The sword of Wei Yanhu flying dazzlingly.

The pleasure turns into a change, the change turns into a change, and the change turns into a change again.

Countless swordsmanship shifts in an instant, and then again. A decent swordsman would probably be caught off guard by this dazzling transformation, and lose his head.

But the Cheonryu Sword did not waver.

What he needs to see is not the change in the sword, but his own body.

Any sword must eventually touch his body. Unless it's a "Simjeokjigeom," it can't inflict a wound without swinging. So, without being dazzled by the sword's precision, simply ward off any sword that approaches, regardless of its form.

Of course, that wasn't easy either, but Cheonryu Sword was able to do it.

Immobility.

His black float.

Center your mind, firmly rooted in the earth. Like a mighty tree unshaken by a thousand-year-old wind, you stand firm on the ground, silently accepting every flying sword.

That alone was enough.

Although Wei Yanhu's sword was extremely dazzling, Cheonryu Sword was like the flowing wind, and sometimes like a giant tree, and received his sword.

“It seems like the tide has turned….”

Dangcheon-gun's voice was tinged with anxiety. Even from the sidelines, he could see the situation was becoming more precarious. If the match dragged on like this, the experienced Cheonryu Sword would undoubtedly have the upper hand.

“Nothing has changed.”

But the opinion of the spinal column seemed to be different.

“Isn’t the situation completely different?”

“Because I’m not giving it my all.”

who?

Cheonryu Sword or Wiyeonho?

The spinal column said firmly.

"The realm of the Cheonryu Sword is beyond what I imagined. To have achieved immobility as a swordsman is a state of perfection. I never would have guessed the Cheonryu Sword would reach that level."

"then……."

"one."

The spinal columnist shook his head and said.

"No matter how perfect the sword is, its potency is different. The Thousand-Ryu Sword is no longer enough to handle Wei Yanhu. That thing is a monster."

At that moment, the situation changed completely.