Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 594

#594

Taejonbirok Volume 24, Episode 19

Chapter 131: The Sluggard, Rescued (4)

“Uh, um…….”

Deoksam decided to sort out the situation first.

So, the situation right now is… … uh, so… … .

'It's not organized?'

This is something that his mind has limitations on.

The swordsmen of Baekgeomseong who jumped over him bounced back like a ball kicked by a neighborhood kid, and the swordsmen who were aiming for him were left gaping in shock.

What do you want me to organize here?

furthermore…….

“It’s annoying.”

Something is slowly approaching.

Deoksam felt it intuitively.

A beggar is unlucky. That's why he needs to be quick-witted. The same intuition and instinct that have kept him afloat up until now were telling him so.

Something tremendous is coming.

Gulp.

The dense undergrowth parted slightly, revealing someone's legs extending forward. Deoksam, seeing the upper body jutting out as if attached to the legs, tilted his head to the side.

'kid?'

No, no. He's not a child. He didn't seem that young. He seems to be past his prime, so he should be called a young man.

But you're a young man?

The moment he saw the person who had revealed himself, Deoksam's mind became even more confused.

'therefore…….'

Perhaps it was that young man who blew away the Baekgeomseong swordsmen. But could he possibly handle them so easily?

He is the swordsman of Baekgeomseong.

Even that shaman and the volcano couldn't easily guarantee it… No, to be honest, the swordsmen of Baekgeomseong were the ones who had to give up at least once.

Is this the kind of young man who kicked those people away like a ball?

'Is there anyone else behind you?'

That could be the case.

Just because he was at the forefront doesn't mean he would have dealt with those inspectors. That's a bit premature. Perhaps it wasn't him, but someone behind him who had slaughtered the inspectors. That's a reasonable inference.

But Deoksam's conclusion was a little different.

'That face.'

That clear expression, filled with all the annoyance.

That face, which seems to be handsome, but is marred by the weariness and irritation that are evident on it.

I've heard rumors of a young man with a face like that. No, I've heard it too many times.

So, the name of the person with that kind of face is… … .

'Wei Yan Ho!'

Deoksam opened his eyes wide and looked at the young man.

'I think that's right?'

There is no one else who would do that.

If it was something he hadn't done, he couldn't be so irritated in front of the Baekgeomseong swordsmen. A puppy who loses his temper in front of a tiger is bound to get eaten.

'So that guy is really Wei Yanho?'

Deoksam forgot his pain in the absurdity.

Wi Yeon-ho.

How many times has that name been ingrained in our ears? Since his first appearance at Hanlim University, every move he makes has been unconventional.

A thing that shakes the world.

And a monster that should never be entangled with.

The person classified as a top-level dangerous person even in the open is Wi Yeon-ho.

Deoksam glared at Wi Yeonho. Wi Yeonho, pushing through the bushes, stepped forward, shook his head, and shouted.

“Hey, you!”

"omg……."

"Where are you swinging your sword! I'm going to kill you! I survived because I was a good person. What would have happened if I had been a good person?"

Does 'good' usually come out there?

So does that mean I'm not good?

“Anyway, these days, people have no concept.”

Considering Wei Yanho's age, the term "these days" seems seriously flawed, but so what?

I lived.

Deoksam reached out and grabbed Jonggu. If only he could go that way… … .

“Ugh.”

Jong-gu has a convulsion.

“I see you’re sick.”

Wi Yeon-ho looked at Jong-gu and Deok-sam and turned his head back.

“Hey, beggar!”

"why!"

“There are beggars here, and I think they are injured!”

"What? The beggar is injured? I'll go now!"

Hey, it's really annoying to hear that.

Deoksam pouts without realizing it.

He knows he's a beggar, the world knows it, everyone knows it, but being treated like a beggar right in front of him makes him feel like a beggar.

A familiar beggar jumped out from between the bushes.

It was a surprising situation. But Deoksam wasn't surprised. From the moment he'd guessed that the annoying young man in front of him was Wi Yeon-ho, he'd naturally assumed the beggar would be with him.

“Deoksam?”

“……A small dog.”

“Hey, are you hurt a lot?”

“…….”

What should I say?

Is that what you're talking about now?

'Why did the beggar choose something like this as a beggar?'

We were similar in age and distribution, so we were basically friends, but every time something like this happens, I can't understand why he's such a jerk.

“This way. Hey, come this way.”

There's a sword behind you, Inma!

Do I have to say that with my own mouth?

"Don't worry, just come here. This kid may not be a brat, but he's definitely skilled."

"omg……."

Deoksam looked back at Wi Yeonho in surprise.

'Is that bastard crazy?'

It's Wei Yanho.

This kid that guy was talking about, that bastard, that shameless guy, was none other than Wei Yanhu, also known as Gwanggeom.

‘The fact that Wi Yeon-ho is here means that he escaped from the Demonic Cult… … .’

So, what are the achievements?

In addition to his numerous accomplishments, he defeated the Poison King and sent the Cheonryu Sword to its sickbed. It was Wei Yanhuo who, past and present, boasted such prowess.

What to that person?

This kid?

This is something you can't say without losing your mind as a beggar.

But what was strange was the reaction of that 'kid'.

Despite being subjected to unbearable abuse right in front of him, this kid didn't seem particularly offended. In fact, he seemed quite pleased. It was as if he was proudly saying, "I may not be a fighter, but I'm definitely skilled."

I don't know.

I have no idea.

Deoksam, with a feeling of giving up, led Jonggu forward, trudging forward. If you're going to stab, stab.

But, as Jang Il said, the swordsmen of Baekgeomseong didn't move. No, they couldn't move.

With Wei Yanho standing there with such an irritated expression on his face, who would dare to offend him?

'In the world of martial arts, strength and fame are paramount.'

It was Deoksam who realized that fact anew.

“Ha, this kid… got beat up badly.”

Jang-il frowned after seeing Jong-gu's condition.

“What about the other kids?”

“I went ahead.”

“……What about the remaining kids?”

“What are you asking?”

Deoksam's voice was also filled with irritation and resentment.

"okay."

Jang-il glared at the only Baekgeomseongdo standing with his eyes as sharp as blades.

“Should I say thank you? For killing those who would rather beg and live like shit than live like idiots?”

As Jang Il gritted his teeth and tried to step forward, Wi Yeon-ho reached out and stopped him.

“Calm down, beggar.”

“Let go. I have to beat that kid to death first.”

“It doesn’t really matter, but I don’t think it’s right now. They’re coming up behind me.”

“Tsk.”

Jang-il rolled hard on the floor.

The surroundings are filled with excitement with a "Koo-Woong!" sound.

'what?'

Deoksam's eyes widened.

'When did Jang-il become so strong?'

Although Jang Il was a beggar, he wasn't particularly impressive in terms of physical strength compared to other beggars. He did, however, demonstrate exceptional skill in light combat.

To begin with, force wasn't a crucial factor for the Open Ark. There were plenty of beggars willing to exert force. The Ark needed to be nimble and intelligent. The ability to gather a vast amount of information and extract crucial information, along with sociability, were paramount.

So there is no need to be strong.

But the attitude Jang-il was showing now was something Deok-sam couldn't even dare to imitate. He'd been a bit behind, but he'd thought he could win five or six times out of a hundred. But now, even with his passion, he felt a difference that Deok-sam wouldn't dare to confront.

'Where did you pick up the Three Kings of Eternity?'

Well, that's not important right now.

“Is this the last line?”

"yes."

“Then I’ll come now.”

“That’s right.”

Jang-il sighed heavily.

“Oh my, my fate. How can there not be a single day of peace?”

“It’s comfortable to lie in a coffin.”

“Hey, really. Even if I say so.”

As the two were talking to each other, the bushes parted and a few more people walked out.

“It seems like there are no ones who have fallen to the other side.”

'Wonderful!'

You can tell right away. That person is none other than Jeong Hyo-geom, Wei Zhenghan.

Wi Jeong-han, a renowned swordsman of world-renowned fame. For a time, he was more famous as the father of the Cheokma Sword, Wei San-ho, than as the head of the Jeonghyeop Sword or the Guangdong Wei Family.

And now he is even more famous as the father of Gwanggeom Wi Yeon-ho.

'That gentleman is a first-class important person.'

The reason Wi Jeong-han's status rose so quickly was not because he was the father of Wi Yeon-ho or Wi San-ho.

In truth, that gentleman was someone who didn't particularly benefit from blood ties. Wi San-ho was such an upright man that even if he were his own father, he wouldn't help if something went against reason.

And Wei Yanho… … Well, what’s the point of talking about it?

Anyway, the reason why Wi Jeong-han's status rose so quickly was because he was the only person in the current martial arts world who could stop Wi Yeon-ho.

"That bastard is like a natural disaster. He has no sense of purpose or reason. He's like a typhoon that suddenly strikes out of nowhere. To those who run the world, there's no one more troubling than him."

It was an open-minded evaluation.

From that perspective, Wi Jeong-han is a divine being, capable of weakening typhoons and preventing floods. How could he not be important?

“There isn’t one here either.”

And the one who followed after that.

'Pengdo Theater!'

The enemy of Habuk Pengga!

“It’s not here either.”

The head of the Zhuge family, Zhuge Literati.

“Amitabha, there is none.”

And even the next Ark candidate who was raised with all his heart and soul in Shaolin was rejected.

'It's not just impressive, it's incredible.'

They may not be the ones leading the current martial arts world. However, they will undoubtedly lead the future. The mere fact that such individuals were gathered together in one place was truly a spectacle.

however…….

“Hurry up and go!”

Wei Yanhu breathes fire from his eyes.

“Why is it so hard to check that and come back? You were just going to assess the situation and then run away if a fight broke out, right?”

“……That, that’s really human nature.”

Wi Jeong-han shook his head.

Even though there are so many people like him gathered together, they lose their light in front of Wei Yanho's presence.

In terms of skill as well… … .

to…….

Well, yeah. Well, that's true in other ways too.

“It’s fortunate that it’s bigger than I thought.”

At Wi Jeong-han's words, Zhuge Liang shook his head.

"It's not that things have gotten worse than expected, but that resistance is impossible. If we're caught, we won't fight. If we're caught, we'll be slaughtered. So, naturally, there won't be a fight."

“Hmm…….”

"It seems like you've moved quite cruelly. I didn't know you'd go this far."

Deoksam gritted his teeth when he heard those words.

I remembered the White Sword Saints who had been chasing them as if they had no human heart.

chin.

Jang-il grabbed Deok-sam's shoulder.

“Don’t worry. We’ll solve the problem.”

Deoksam was about to open his mouth with a tearful face.

"……you?"

At those words mixed with laughter, Jang-il screamed and ran towards Wi Yeon-ho.

Deoksam swallowed back the tears that were about to flow out as he watched the two bickering.

'I don't know if the crisis has just begun.'

To him and to Kang-ho.