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Taejonbirok Volume 21, Episode 2
Chapter 113: The Lazy Man Cries (2)
Wi Jeong-han watched the Cheonryu Sword fall with a distorted face.
I don't feel any joy.
Instead, an unbearable sense of discomfort was washing over Wi Jeong-han.
It wasn't that anything was wrong. It was hard to believe someone who collapsed with such injuries would be aiming for something else. Wei Yanhu had broken the Cheonryu Sword with his skill. Nothing more, nothing less.
Still, there is no way to avoid this sense of discomfort.
Because it's a scene where a legend falls.
Cheonryu Sword.
Those who know him don't hesitate to place him as a candidate for the title of Best Swordsman in the World. And the existence of the Heavenly Sword held a special significance for Wi Jeong-han.
He was a wanderer and a negotiator.
Although it is said that there is an enemy in Baekgeomseong, he did not put Baekgeomseong forward and did not stay in Baekgeomseong.
He is a man who uses the sky as his blanket and wanders the world, not hesitating to go anywhere where he can find an excellent sword.
A person who lives without being tied down to anything and only looking at the sword.
Yes, that was the romance of the unmanned.
Wi Jeong-han admired the Cheonryu Sword. Rather than becoming the world's greatest swordsman, he wanted to become someone like the Cheonryu Sword.
That's why the scene of the Thousand-Ryu Sword breaking evoked a strange sense of discomfort. Even though the one who broke it was his own son, this strange feeling didn't subside.
“They said it was the Jang Gang-hu-rang-chu-jeon-rang.”
The quiet sigh of Dangcheon-gun represented Wi Jeong-han's mood.
Someday, everyone will be swept away by the tide.
The passage of time is unstoppable. Even the mightiest men who once commanded the world, even those whose names were imprinted in martial arts history, could not forever dominate the world of martial arts. This is a fate we must accept as warriors.
And yet… … .
'How strange.'
Although it's clearly a sight that should be joyful, I can't truly rejoice. This feeling likely stems from the fact that Wi Jeong-han is still a swordsman pursuing his own path, rather than a father.
A strange sense of discomfort and unease swept through the surroundings.
They all have faces similar to Wi Jeong-han.
Even though they desperately wanted Wei Yanhu to win, they couldn't empathize with the sight of Wei Yanhu defeating the legends of the martial arts world one by one.
dump.
Cheonryu Geom knelt on the floor. Barely supporting himself with his flailing sword, he raised his head and looked at Wi Yeon-ho.
Cheonryu Sword, lying down and waiting for the final blow, and Wi Yeon-ho calmly watching the scene.
It looks like the scene in the picture.
“Everyone, wake up!”
At that moment, Zhuge Yan shouted.
“What are you guys doing! Be on guard!”
'ah!'
Wi Jeong-han suddenly straightened up.
Yes. The outer walls of the Tang family were now surrounded by the Baekgeomseong warriors. Their elder was in danger of losing his life, and they couldn't just stand by and watch.
Before I could even clear my head, I heard a scream.
“Save the elder!”
There wasn't even an answer.
The warriors who had been manning the outer wall began to leap down in a flurry. The sight of these warriors, clad in pristine white uniforms, leaping down en masse was a spectacle in itself.
It was like falling cherry blossoms.
'How could it be beautiful?'
Wi Jeong-han gritted his teeth. Each of those petals concealed a sharp blade.
The swordsmen of Baekgeomseong were renowned for their superhuman training. They were considered the best in the martial arts world for a reason. There was no way the Tang family's warriors could hold them back alone.
Zhuge Yan shouted.
"Just hold them off for a moment! It's hard for soldiers who've lost their commander to continue fighting. If we hold them off for a moment, they'll soon retreat. Everyone here needs your help!"
“I know.”
Suk Soo-kwang had already drawn his sword. Then, without a word, he rushed forward. Wi Jeong-han and Dang Cheon-gun followed.
“……Please hurry up and finish this.”
The Cheonryu Sword was barely holding on to its breath. A normal person would have died several times over. He wasn't stabbed in the heart, so he was still breathing, but the blood had already pooled on the floor.
“I don’t want to see children get hurt.”
Wi Yeon-ho looked at Cheonryu Sword with cold eyes.
"If I had one favor to ask, it would be this: if you take my life, just let those children go. They don't know anything. They don't know what they're doing. They just do what they're told. They don't even know they're connected to the Demonic Cult. So…"
“Not knowing is also a sin.”
Wi Yeon-ho cut off Cheonryu Geom's words firmly.
"Anyone who cares cannot be unaware of what they are doing. It is a sin to simply follow orders without considering the consequences of what you are doing."
“……But isn’t their sin not so bad that they deserve to die?”
“Maybe so.”
Wi Yeon-ho turned his head slightly and looked at the swordsmen of Baekgeomseong rushing towards Dangga.
"But if we let them go like this, they'll just become the puppets of someone else. Since we're enemies anyway, I have no intention of showing any consideration for their circumstances."
Cheonryu Geom raised his hand and wiped his face.
His face also turned red as his hands were covered in blood.
'You're so decisive.'
This is the unwavering determination a swordsman must possess. The sword is cold and sharp. Therefore, the swordsman who wields it must also be cold and sharp. Those who are swayed by human feelings can never achieve justice.
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I know that, but… … .
Cheonryu Geom tried to look straight at Wei Yanhu through his blurred vision.
As the world becomes blurry, its essence becomes visible.
Pushing aside the young-looking face and playful speech, the true nature of the inspector named Wi Yeon-ho is revealed.
'I'm scared.'
If that child has a poisonous mind, who will be able to deal with him in the future?
'I should have killed him here… … .'
Even risking my life to take him back wasn't enough. The world is vast. The opportunity to kill Wei Yanhu wouldn't come often. So now, there's only one of two options.
Either get swept away in this chaotic world and eventually die, or settle the chaos and stand alone in the world.
“Look here.”
Cheonryu Sword quietly opened his mouth.
“I will listen to your will.”
“Go ahead and take a look.”
“…….”
“What lies beyond the ten thousand swords, what lies beyond where no one has ever reached… See with your own eyes.”
Wi Yeon-ho's face hardened.
“That wouldn’t be good for you.”
“Ugh.”
Cheonryu Sword coughed. He seemed to have little energy left, and even his cough seemed weak. With each cough, blood flowed out in gushers.
"That may be true. But I want to see it. I guess I'm a helpless swordsman."
Wi Yeon-ho put down his sword and approached Cheonryu Geom.
'It's subtle.'
They were clearly different. Neither their personalities nor their abilities could even be compared. Yet, strangely, the appearance of the Cheonryu Sword overlapped with that of his master.
'Is this blood ties?'
Three hundred years have passed. No matter how much blood they share, that bloodline has likely faded considerably. To even describe the kinship between Baek Mu-han and Cheonryu Geom would be an understatement.
Even so, Baek Mu-han is visible in the appearance of Cheonryu Sword.
I don't know if it's because they really look alike, or if it's because Wi Yeon-ho is desperately looking for Baek Mu-han's appearance in someone.
Wei Yanho slowly raised his sword.
Still, I had no intention of hesitating.
If you intend to be swayed by emotions, you shouldn't even be holding a sword in the first place. It's not something you learned willingly, but if you can't escape your destiny as a swordsman, you must maintain the mindset of a swordsman.
"Goodbye. Master will be there when you get there. You'll probably get scolded there… but he's a kind-hearted person, so apologize properly."
Cheonryu Sword quietly closed his eyes.
Then, Wei Yanhu swung his sword in one breath and cut off Cheonryu Geom's head.
No, I tried to cut it down.
At that moment, an incredible murderous intent came over Wei Yanhu.
A creepy murderous feeling.
Even if a poisonous snake licked my neck, it wouldn't be this terrifying. Wei Yanhu's sword stopped.
And at that moment, a dark figure appeared from somewhere and flew into the air, carrying the fallen Cheonryu Sword.
At the same time, a strange emotion appears on Wei Yanho's face.
What should I call this feeling?
anger?
Or shock?
A whirlwind of emotions that could not be defined in a single word was sweeping through Wi Yeon-ho.
Wi Yeon-ho raised his head.
What he looked at was the roof of the pavilion.
Suddenly, a man is standing at the edge of the eaves.
A man clad in black, complete with a black mask. The sword slung at his waist, painted entirely in black, betrayed his unmanned status.
Wi Yeon-ho's eyes trembled.
A man lies at the feet of the man in black.
Cheonryu Sword.
The Cheonryu Sword, which had been waiting for Wei Yanho's final blow, was lying next to the man in black.
"this……."
Wi Yeon-ho sharpens this.
Before I knew it, the fighting had stopped.
The warriors of Baekgeomseong and Dangga both stopped their movements and looked up at the eaves.
The presence of the man in black.
From the moment they appeared, the presence of the man who ruled this place forcibly stopped their hands.
The spinal column looked at the black-clad man with trembling eyes.
'when?'
That's impossible.
Despite the chaos, everyone here was focused on Wei Yanhu and the Cheonryu Sword. Yet, no one knew how the man in black had managed to snatch the Cheonryu Sword.
Even where and how it appeared.
Wheww.
A cold wind blew. The man in black's black robe fluttered in the wind.
“Who are you!”
Dangcheon-gun's voice burst out in shock.
The man in black shook his head, seemingly uninterested in Dangcheon-gun. His eyes lingered on Wei Yan-ho.
“Did you break the Cheonryu Sword?”
The man in black's gaze turned to the Cheonryu Sword lying at his feet.
"It's only natural that the spoils go to the victor. But this old man still has his uses. So I'll take him today."
Wi Yeon-ho glared at the man in black with cold eyes.
“What are you doing?”
Black magic.
Every time the man in black opens his mouth, a black aura ripples. Given the supposed deal between the Demonic Cult and the White Sword Saints, it's not particularly surprising that the Demonic Cult came seeking the Heavenly Sword.
okay.
That's not surprising at all.
There was something else that surprised Wi Yeon-ho.
“As you see.”
Wei Yanho's face was strangely distorted.
Anyone who knew Wei Yanho well would have been shocked to see him now. Wei Yanho, who never lost his composure in any situation, was now growling, his emotions clearly exposed.
As if he couldn't hold back his boiling anger.
'Why that guy?'
Even the wise man could not understand such a situation.
Who the hell is the author… … .
At that moment, Wi Jeong-han saw.
I'm talking about the sword strapped to the man's waist.
Black. Just a black, black sword.
But somehow, the sword feels familiar.
A sword that is about half as long as a normal longsword, so that it looks like it will split everything around it with one swing.
Memories come to mind.
When that sword was drawn, the world trembled in fear.
It comes to mind.
A man who seemed to dominate and suppress ignorance rather than pursue it.
I was so strong, and so lonely.
Wi Jeong-han's eyes trembled as if he had experienced an earthquake.
'Seo, really?'
At that moment, Wei Yanhu cried out as if groaning.
“What are you doing wearing that?”
“…….”
“Answer me!”
The scream of Wei Yanho, which finally burst out, resonated throughout the Tang Dynasty.
“Hyoo …
scream.
It was a scream of despair and anger.