Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 618

#618

Taejonbirok Volume 25, Episode 18

Chapter 136: Lazy Man, Inhaling (3)

“Hey, hey!”

Even the wise man couldn't continue speaking.

It wasn't the first or second time that Wi Yeon-ho had acted out of character, but what he was doing now was on a different level from what he had done before.

'I'm going to die, you crazy bastard!'

Jang Il is strong.

Wi Jeong-han acknowledged the fact. Everyone gathered around Wi Yeon-ho was equally strong. It was so strong that Wi Jeong-han, at the same age, felt shabby.

It wasn't like this at first.

Musando, Jangildo, and Pengdogeuk were all later-generation indices with their own abilities, and were fully qualified to lead the future martial arts world, but they were still only later-generation indices.

But now it's different.

Having survived countless near-death experiences while staying by Wei Yanho's side, they have become completely different people from the past.

Until recently, the leader of the later index was Wei San-ho. He was considered a natural, unquestionable leader, and it's doubtful anyone at his age could have achieved that level.

But if you look closely now, are they really worse than the Wisanho back then?

Absolutely not.

Because there was Wei Yanhu right next to them, and because everyone around Wei Yanhu had become more skilled, they didn't realize it, but they already had the skills to defeat Wei Shanhu of the past without a doubt.

You can see how important environment and experience are to unmanned vehicles by looking at them.

Yes, Jang Il has become stronger.

Now, even the greatest disciples of any sect would find it difficult to deal with Jang Il. Jang Il had become that much stronger.

But aren't those who are reaching out and baring their teeth at Jang Il now elite members of each faction? He might be able to deal with just one, but how could Jang Il possibly deal with dozens of them attacking him at the same time?

If a rat grows stronger and stronger, becoming incredibly powerful, how could it possibly take on a cat? While that's absurd, let's assume it could happen.

But what if there are dozens of cats rushing at you?

That's not something a rat can do.

But now Wei Yanhu threw the rat into a group of cats.

“Hey, you crazy bastard!”

“Heeeeek!”

“You’re not even human!”

Everyone stopped and looked back.

The beasts, no, the people who had lost their minds, all turned their gazes toward the falling Jang Il from the sky and reached out. Perhaps it was the instinct born of decades of training, but their hands still held their beloved weapons.

It was a strange feeling that these people, who had lost their reason to the point of not being able to properly display their knowledge, were unable to let go of their beloved disease.

Of course, if Jang-il, who was on the verge of death right now, had known that fact, he would have yelled at him, asking if he was in a position to indulge in such sentiments.

'Oh, somehow!'

This wasn't the time to be arguing about right and wrong. What's the point of debating who was right or wrong now? Jang-il would be dead by the time we spend arguing about that. Now, somehow, we had to save him.

Wi Jeong-han drew his sword in a hurry.

Then, it was the moment to fly.

“Huh?”

Wi Jeong-han's eyes widen.

'That bastard is going to die from being struck by lightning!'

Jang Il's eyes were already averted. Of course, it's not his fault. Anyone would react the same way if faced with something like this.

Isn't it only natural that if you're around a vicious person, you'll get struck by lightning along with them? Even though he knew that fact, his fault for sticking around was undeniable.

'Eek!'

Jang Il turned his head and looked down, and saw the sight of the warriors stretching out their swords at him.

“Krrrrrrr!”

“Keeeek!”

Jang-il turned his head again.

'Let's not look at it.'

That's not something you can solve by looking at it. It's better not to look than to just end up feeling rotten.

The good news is there's still time to do something about it. The bad news is that even at this very moment, he's falling. Thanks to that madman throwing the man into the air like a ball, the catastrophe of him falling into their hands has been avoided.

The problem is that the situation is so dire that we should be thankful for it.

'I must live!'

After all, life is all about living alone. There's no one to save you or anything.

Jang Il regretted not practicing lightness more diligently. If only he had practiced diligently and been able to perform the Nengong Heodo and the Void Step, he could have easily resolved this crisis!

But there's no use regretting it now.

Jang-il pulled out a baton from his waistband.

His eyes were bloodshot. Both eyes were gleaming.

'Nothing will change even if you cry!'

Thanks to Wi Yeon-ho, I learned this. No matter how much you complain or blame others, nothing will change. If you want to survive, you have to carve out your own path.

“Eurachaaaa!”

His dark club emitted black ink.

As I turned around, I saw the warriors who had lost their minds.

“Get out of the way, you little shits!”

After hanging out with Wi Yeon-ho, all I had left was evil. Just because something was beyond my power, I couldn't just say, "Come on, let's go!" and die.

Even if you have to die, you should at least bite the leg of your pants and hang on. If not, you should bite the shin with your teeth.

As Jang Il displayed his momentum, the warriors reacted violently.

“Keeeeeeeek!”

“Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

And Jang Il, seeing that reaction, felt a little discouraged.

'Did I make a fuss for nothing?'

It looks like he's going to tear me apart to death.

Wouldn't it have been better to die gracefully rather than provoke anyone?

That was the moment.

Woof woof woof!

A humming sound was heard. Jang-il turned his head sharply.

A large mass of light was hurtling towards them. The light was so bright and dazzling that he couldn't see anything inside, but Jang Il could clearly see who was emitting the light.

“Wai Yeon Hoooooo!”

Isn't there only one Martial Arts in the world that emits light?

Wi Yeon-ho rushed forward and pounced on the unmanned soldiers. Their attention was focused on Jang Il, so they didn't even notice Wi Yeon-ho. And Wi Yeon-ho didn't miss this opportunity.

“Come on!”

A strong light emanates from Wei Yanho's body, which has instantly penetrated into the midst of the crowd.

“Keu!”

“Keeeeeek!”

Suddenly, a halo of light burst out, and the drones took a step back.

'What are you going to do?'

All eyes of the onlookers were fixed on Wi Yeon-ho.

And then… … .

“Eurachaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Wi Yeon-ho let out a mighty roar. At the same time, a dazzling light emanated from his body. It was a blinding light, so intense it almost blinded the eyes. It was as if the sun had risen above the earth.

Those who are enveloped in that huge light cover their eyes and collapse to the ground.

“Coo-hoo!”

Some people were spitting blood, others were rolling on the floor. Wi Jeong-han watched the scene and, without realizing it, opened his mouth.

'Just looking at that, he's really an amazing guy.'

Wei Yanhu likely didn't deliberately acquire such martial arts, but in situations like this, his mere presence was certainly enough to overwhelm. No matter how much martial arts were unleashed in this situation, they wouldn't be able to create the same overwhelming impression as Wei Yanhu.

It was a great advantage to be able to make people admire mere appearances, regardless of the utility of my ignorance.

If Wi Jeong-han had not known what kind of man Wi Yeon-ho was, he would have applauded and been moved by the sight of such heroism. It was a truly impressive sight.

'What's going on?'

With the head of the wise man… … no, to be precise, with the inaction of the wise man, he could not properly grasp what was happening right now.

It seemed as if Wei Yanho was doing something incredible, but all I could see was a flash of light and people losing their minds falling down one by one.

‘What… … would knowing make any difference?’

I'll figure it out.

And Wi Yeon-ho, just as Wi Jeong-han had planned, handled the situation well. In an instant, all those chasing Jang Il fell to the ground.

“Whey.”

Wi Yeon-ho wiped the sweat from his forehead. Then, his face brimming with pride, he turned around.

He seemed to be trying to say something with confidence, but his intention was not achieved.

Percussion!

Jang Il, who had landed on the ground, ran madly towards Wi Yeon-ho with his baton drawn.

“Eww! You die, I die! You punk!”

“Why is he like this again?”

Wi Yeon-ho dodged the wildly swinging club.

It's not actually a random swing, but rather a method of hitting. To others, it appears to be a random swing. But within that, the essence of openness is dissolved.

But Wei Yanho was turning that open-ended hitting technique into a real dog-catching clubbing technique.

“Eww! Hit me! Hit me! Hit me, Inma!”

“Tsk!”

Wi Yeon-ho kicked Jang Il's butt.

“Wow!”

“This kid can’t tell when I should show off and when I shouldn’t and he just shows off.”

Jang-il, who had been rolling on the floor, suddenly got up.

“Are you human? Are you human?”

“What’s the problem?”

“I almost died, you crazy bastard!”

“I hope not a single hair is hurt.”

“My heart stopped and I almost died!”

“Yeah, yeah, you worked hard. But thanks to you, it was resolved.”

Wi Yeon-ho gestured to the side. There, hundreds of people were lying on the ground.

“…….”

Jang Il couldn't help but smack his lips at the sight. The end doesn't justify the means, but when the end is this drastic, it's actually petty to question it.

“What did you do and how did you do it?”

“It’s thanks to you that I caught your eye.”

Wi Yeon-ho shrugged.

“People who should have already collapsed were standing there so energetically.”

"yes."

"Then there must be a reason. It's probably because of those magics, so I tried to push them away. As you can see, the results were fantastic."

Jang-il kept his mouth shut.

It's easier said than done, but it doesn't make sense. In situations like this, coming up with and implementing a solution on the fly is a significant feat, but…

'No, does that mean you're pushing it away just because you want to push it away?'

Is it possible to push the energy within another person's body outward? And without even touching it?

“Let’s live sensibly, sensibly!”

“This is common sense.”

Jang-il glanced back.

“They didn’t chase me as much as I thought.”

Compared to the number of people who had initially rushed in, the number had decreased to about half.

“Because there is no reason, if you can’t see it, you lose your power.”

“So what are you going to do now?”

“We need to take down the rest of them in a similar manner. But before that….”

Wi Yeon-ho shrugged and walked towards the fallen warriors.

"Let's first see if it can be treated. If not, there's no point."

Everyone followed Wei Yanho with nervous faces.