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Taejonbirok Volume 20, Episode 25
Chapter 112: The Lazy Man, Despairing (5)
disarray.
It was the true identity of the emotion that had come to find the Cheonryu Sword.
'A thousand swords?'
Now, Wei Yanhu was saying that he himself had inherited the Mangeom Sword. But that was… … .
'No, it's possible.'
It's entirely possible. The Mangeom Hundred Schools, shattered to pieces, were scattered across the world. Even their lineage failed to survive. It was a full century before the descendants of Mangeom escaped the surveillance of the martial world.
It wouldn't be strange if among the scattered descendants of the Mangeom, there were those who walked the path of the Mangeom independently.
It doesn't matter whether it's direct or collateral.
If there's someone who inherits the Ten Thousand Swords, then he's their direct descendant. Isn't that the principle of the Ten Thousand Swords and Hundred Schools?
So, does that mean that Wei Yanhu also inherited the lineage of Baekga?
But if so!
Why can't you sympathize?
Why don't you know about the terrible hell they endured for three hundred years after Baek Mu-han's death?
What on earth did his teacher teach him?
Should we acknowledge as a descendant of Mangeom those who have inherited only Mangeom but not the spirit of Baekga?
'That can't be.'
The eyes of the Cheonryu Sword were distorted like those of a demon.
How can we admit it, when the years they have endured are etched into their bones?
No one in the world dares to criticize them. They cannot empathize with the suffering they have endured…
How can they, who know nothing and close their eyes and ears, dare to criticize the Hundred Schools?
Cheonryu Sword shouted as if spitting blood.
“What do you know about the Baekga!”
But Wei Yanhu did not waver at all.
“I don’t know. And I don’t need to know.”
“You don’t need to know?”
Wi Yeon-ho looked straight at the Cheonryu Sword and said.
"Everyone has their own perspective, don't they? I don't know what grand story you have, but you don't expect me to change my perspective and say, 'Oh, I see,' and fight alongside you just because you hear it, do you?"
“…….”
"In the end, it's obvious we'll just be checking each other's positions and cutting each other down. What's the point of hearing that? You can't tolerate me blocking your way, and I don't like what you're doing. In the end, people are just running on parallel lines."
Cold eyes.
Wei Yanho's eyes were colder than ever.
Looking into those cold eyes, even Cheonryu Sword's heart felt cold.
'That's not wrong.'
Laughter erupts.
Yeah, I knew it.
If they thought appealing their grievances would make a difference, they wouldn't have taken this path. They could have chosen a more moderate approach. But Kang-ho has never once been transformed by moderate means.
In the end, it's the survival of the fittest.
In the world of martial arts, the cries of the weak are nothing more than empty echoes. If you want to change the situation, you have no choice but to become stronger. The strong are the truth. Though denied for countless years, isn't this truth ultimately unchangeable?
okay.
But why do we need words? If you prove yourself stronger, that becomes "right."
“Whew.”
Cheonryu Geom took a deep breath and raised his sword.
“I looked bad.”
The Cheonryu Sword calmed down the excitement.
What kind of disgrace is this in the middle of a battle?
'It's still a long way to go.'
No matter what happens, a swordsman must not get excited. Excitement dulls the sword. But how can you get excited in the face of someone who could be your lifelong enemy?
It was the most embarrassing of embarrasses.
I thought I'd found some peace of mind, but it was all an illusion. Cheonryu Sword bowed slightly toward Oeyeonho.
It's easier to cut him off when he's excited. But Wei Yanhu waited for him to regain his composure. As a prosecutor, I must express my gratitude.
“I’m so embarrassed to even ask for help.”
Wi Yeon-ho answered in a calm voice.
“I just thought it would be easier to understand if I beat it to pieces.”
It was a cold word.
But that was enough.
Cheonryu Geom's gaze on Wei Yanho no longer wavered.
“Can I ask you something?”
“If it’s a will.”
Cheonryu Sword chuckled.
“Okay, think of it as a will and answer.”
“Speak.”
“Have you inherited the sword of Baekga?”
Wi Yeon-ho nodded, as if there was nothing left to think about. This was no longer something to hide. And now that they'd come this far, it wasn't something they could hide.
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“You could say that.”
“Then your sword is also a sword of the Hundred Schools.”
“That’s different.”
Wi Yeon-ho shook his head firmly.
“Didn’t you say that you inherited the sword of a hundred schools?”
"yes."
“Then isn’t it the sword of the hundred schools?”
“I said no.”
Wi Yeon-ho said firmly.
“If Shaolin’s martial arts came from Seojang, can Shaolin’s martial arts be called Seojang’s martial arts?”
“……No, right.”
"All martial arts in the world ultimately share similar origins. However, just as we can't say all martial arts in the world are the same, even if I inherited the swords of a hundred schools, that doesn't mean my sword is one of them. My sword is mine, and it's also the sword of the Wei family."
“I see.”
Cheonryu Sword nodded. This made it certain.
“But your master must have been a hundred-year-old man, right?”
"yes."
“What happened to him?”
It was an obvious question. I'm sure you weren't asking because you didn't know.
“Of course he passed away.”
“It’s a shame. I wish we could have met just once.”
From Cheonryu Geom's perspective, it was a shame. Just looking at Wei Yanho alone, one could tell just how strong his master was.
It was a pity that he could not see with his own eyes another person who had walked the path of the Ten Thousand Swords, whom he had never seen before.
“You should say it’s fortunate.”
“Thank goodness?”
“If the Master were alive, the moment he heard that Baekga had joined hands with the Demonic Cult, he would have completely destroyed Baekgeomseong without leaving a single speck of dust behind.”
Wi Yeon-ho shivered.
It's scary just thinking about it.
When I think of Baek Mu-han, foaming at the mouth and swinging his sword, I can't help but think of him as a vicious demon. At this point, he could be considered an Asura descended into the present world.
If there is a difference, it would be that Asura gets beaten by Indra, but Sabu would also get beaten by Indra.
"Don't worry. I'll show you the sword you want to see from your master. And I'll do what you can't."
The face of the Cheonryu Sword sank heavily.
He wasn't unaware of the implications of Wei Yanhu's words. Wei Yanhu had now declared that he would destroy Baekgeomseong with his own sword.
It was an arrogant and utterly insane declaration.
Yet, it didn't sound arrogant at all.
The eyes of the Cheonryu Sword sank.
They feared neither the Jeongmu Alliance nor the Cheon Iryeon. They believed that, short of the Demonic Cult, no power in the world could stop them.
Compared to the Jeongmu Alliance, isn't Wi Yeon-ho an insignificant individual? It's impossible to laugh at him again and again.
however…….
But why can't I laugh?
At this very moment, Cheonryu Sword felt that perhaps those words could become reality.
If he fails to kill Wei Yanhu here and gives him time, Wei Yanhu will grow infinitely stronger. One day, even the entire Baekgeomseong clan will be unable to handle Wei Yanhu.
'That's nonsense.'
Countless powers have ruled the world of martial arts. But until now, only once has an individual ruled the world of martial arts.
Sword Emperor.
He is the greatest swordsman and the greatest person of all time, and he alone has placed martial arts under his name.
So, does Cheonryu Sword think that Wi Yeon-ho can become as strong as Sword Emperor Baek Mu-han?
If you think about it rationally, it was an impossible task.
Wei Yanhu is undoubtedly strong. However, if he were to meet the head of the family, even that strength would be diminished. The current head of the Hundred Families is not only the undisputed best swordsman in the world, but he is also arguably following in the footsteps of the Sword Emperor faster than anyone else.
No matter how great Wei Yanhu is, no matter how generously you say Wei Yanhu is superior to Gaju, he cannot overcome the years that Gaju has accumulated.
No matter how much I think about it, no other answer comes out.
But why am I so anxious?
Cheonryu Sword shook his sword.
He didn't know why he was anxious. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't find the answer.
If you are anxious, just cut off the bud.
"While it's welcome to have encountered a new Baekga sword, it's regrettable that our positions have diverged. We must remember that the Baekga lineage wasn't passed down to us alone."
“The lineage of a hundred schools?”
Wi Yeon-ho chuckled.
"It seems you still haven't grasped the situation. Now that I've wielded my sword, you can't claim the Baekga lineage. I'll explain why now."
Wi Yeon-ho raised his sword and aimed at the Cheonryu Sword.
“No questions asked.”
"after……."
Cheonryu Geom also aimed his sword at Wi Yeon-ho without saying a word.
The two men, each pointing their swords at the other, stood facing each other without moving.
silence.
A silence, completely different from the noise of the past, descended upon them.
Gulp.
The sound of someone swallowing dry saliva reverberated like thunder. But no one looked to the source. I couldn't tear my eyes away from that confrontation.
The moment I took my eyes off him, I couldn't turn my head or even blink for fear that the game would be over.
A long standoff.
It was the Cheonryu Sword that ended the confrontation that felt like an eon.
The sword of the Thousand-Ryu Sword moves.
Slowly, leisurely. Slowly, as if absorbing everything in the world.
'slowly?'
There weren't many people who felt uncomfortable.
A sword that moves slowly, very slowly.
It's a sword so slow that a fly could land on it.
Is the sword that breaks this urgent tension such a slow sword?
The spinal column's face was distorted.
'Dullen sword.'
Slow sword.
But it's not a slow sword.
It was moving slowly, but most people here didn't even notice that the sword was moving slowly.
okay.
That black sword is the one that steals time.
A sword that moves with the flow of the world and moves with the greatest naturalness.
Just as it is natural for water to flow downward and for flowers to bloom and eventually fall, it is also natural for that sword to move that way.
So it's not strange if the sword moves.
And it wouldn't be strange if that sword were to cut his own neck.
'Are you talking about a natural sword?'
Wi Jeong-han clenched his teeth.
He was an observer, so he could quickly realize it. But what about Wei Yanhu? Was Wei Yanhu, the target of that natural sword, even aware of this fact?
If Wi Jeong-han had been there, he wouldn't have felt the sword approaching until the moment his neck was cut off. It was as natural as the wind blowing or breathing.
'But you're different.'
The person standing there is not Wi Jeong-han, but Wi Yeon-ho.
Wi Jeong-han looked at Wi Yeon-ho with unwavering eyes.
Unwavering eyes.
Unshakable faith.
As if to repay that firm belief, Wei Yanho slowly raised his sword.
From bottom to top.
A sword that rises slowly, even more slowly.
And everything that the sword touched split apart.
The air, the wind, the clouds.
Even the old man in white who swung his sword at him could not avoid Wei Yanhu's sword.