Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 636

#636

Taejonbirok Volume 26, Episode 11

Chapter 140: The Lazy Man, Request (1)

'What the heck!'

The eyes of the Cheonryu Sword opened wide as if they were going to tear apart.

A torrent of light.

A torrent of light appeared in his eyes. It flowed ceaselessly from Wei Yanhu, who was so engulfed in light that he could barely see.

That's all it can do.

Even Cheonryu Sword knew full well that Wei Yanho wielded a sword of unknown power. Hadn't he already experienced it firsthand?

But that couldn't be considered swordsmanship at all.

Even if it somehow manages to emit light, how is it possible to imbue that light with such power?

“Eww!”

Those caught in the torrent of light were screaming.

Those who could even scream were in a better position. Those who were directly hit by the torrent were swept away without even a groan, let alone a scream.

That's impossible.

Even if that torrent were truly a torrent, it couldn't possibly render the trained and retrained White Swordsmen so helpless. So what exactly is that torrent of light that can wield such power?

It was as if a river had suddenly appeared in the vast land.

It was like watching a valley dried up by a heavy summer rain suddenly being covered by a torrential wave.

scream.

And shock.

And then the halo of light literally disappeared in an instant, like a pouring light. Like an illusion.

Cheonryu Geom looked at Wi Yeon-ho with trembling eyes.

“Shut up.”

Wi Yeon-ho gets down on the floor.

Two things have changed.

One is that the light that covered Wei Yanhu's body has disappeared, and the other is that Wei Yanhu's body no longer has a swollen appearance.

That little change.

The sacrifices they made to bring about those two changes were enormous.

“……Ugh.”

“Ugh.”

Those swept up in the torrent of light lay on the ground, groaning. Intermittent twitching movements were felt, but most were unconscious, unable to even groan.

The middle of the huge army was blown open.

The momentum of the rush has stopped.

He just looked at Wi Yeon-ho with a look of shock in his eyes and a face that seemed to be tired.

It can't be helped.

How can one maintain composure when seeing such a sight?

I saw with my own eyes something I never imagined.

They are also strong people.

They too are those who walk the unmanned path.

That's why I couldn't help but be captivated by the power of another dimension that I witnessed with my own eyes.

The only thing that keeps them sane is the knowledge that the one who exerted that power is their enemy, and that a similar power might soon overtake them again.

“Run, run away…….”

It was a speech that could not be continued until the end.

But that small voice perfectly represented the feelings of those here.

You're going to fight back?

With that?

That's crazy.

My legs felt heavier than a thousand pounds. My feet, which should have been stretched out, seemed glued to the floor and wouldn't move.

"hmm."

Crack, crack.

Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head from side to side. He moved around here and there, as if trying to adjust to his body returning to normal.

Movements as if nothing happened.

Wi Yeon-ho, who defeated these men with a single blow and acted as if it were nothing, was truly oppressive to those who watched.

The moment when my feet, stuck to the floor, start to turn backwards without me knowing it!

“Don’t back down!”

A loud voice burst out.

Baek Hoe-myeong.

He was shouting as if he was spitting out blood.

"Only once! You can't do it twice! Look! Can't you feel the weakening of my spirit?"

Baek Hoe-myeong drew his sword and aimed it at Wi Yeon-ho.

"As a human, I can't repeat this over and over again. Don't back down! I'll lead the way. As a human, a sword will stick. If a sword sticks, it can kill!"

It was a crude remark.

But those words stopped those who were trying to back down.

“That’s right!”

Cheonryu Geomdo also raised his voice.

"Never forget that you bear the name of the Ten Thousand Swords. That one step back may seem insignificant. But that one step will prevent you from ever moving forward. Even if it means dying, never break your resolve!"

Even if it's the same thing, the feeling is bound to be different depending on who says it.

He was a swordsman who had dedicated his life to the art of swordsmanship. He could have easily obtained power or wealth if he so desired. The words of such a man were sure to stir those who heard him.

The commotion has subsided.

Wi Yeon-ho looked at the sight and his mouth watered.

'As expected, it can't be finished in one room.'

It didn't go as well as I thought.

He had intended to release all the energy he had accumulated within his body at once to gain momentum, but even for Wei Yanho, controlling this much energy was difficult.

The energy that was meant to burst out all at once faded away over time. While it was remarkable that it had achieved such results, it didn't immediately break their spirits.

That means.

'Now you have to hit it with your body.'

Wi Yeon-ho put strength into the hand holding the white sword.

There were countless battles.

Since leaving the cave, Wei Yanho's life has been one of constant battle, battle after battle. Who else has experienced such intense fighting in such a short time?

He may not be a seasoned veteran, but he's at least capable of maintaining his composure on the battlefield. That was one of the key lessons Baek Mu-han taught Wi Yeon-ho.

But even Wei Yanhu couldn't help but feel tense at this moment.

'It's amazing.'

If you don't turn your head, you won't see the end. Everywhere you look, it seems, is teeming with enemies. How can you stand alone against such a vast army and maintain composure?

It's not an easy task.

Even an ordinary force would have been enough to create a palpable sense of pressure, but those who filled his presence were anything but ordinary. Excluding the Demonic Cult, they were undeniably the best in the martial world.

It is no exaggeration to say that these people have surpassed the past prosperity of Mangeom.

It's a matter of dealing with such people.

“Phew.”

Wei Yanhu sighed deeply.

The image of Baek Mu-han appeared in his head.

“What should I do when I face an enemy I cannot handle?”

"yes."

“What the hell are you talking about? How can that be possible?”

“……Wow, Master, is there no other way?”

"Have you ever seen such an idiot? If there was a way to deal with someone stronger than me, who in the world would train? Since there's no such way, I resort to evil to become stronger. Train, you idiot! Don't be lazy."

“But there are times when you just have to do it.”

“It was simple then. Run away.”

“……Is that what you say as a master?”

“I’m saying this because I’m your master! You idiot, if you keep acting like a guest and die, you’ll be cursed at in the afterlife.”

“Then there is no other answer than running away?”

“There must be a way to clear it all out.”

“Hey! Really!”

"Shut up, you punk. It's a hundred times better than being a show-off. So what if it's a little ugly? Life has its share of ugliness. Still, I'm glad you don't seem like you'd do anything reckless out of vanity. Those kinds of people always die young. So if that happens, run away without looking back."

“……There is nowhere to run.”

Wi Yeon-ho sighed.

What would Baek Mu-han say if he saw Wi Yeon-ho now?

Will that lazy bastard be happy that he's finally become a human being, or will he be harassed for doing useless things like that?

In Wei Yanho's opinion, it seemed like the latter.

Baek Mu-han wasn't one to care about appearances or anything else. If he were to deal with these people, he'd probably click his tongue and swear.

“Hey, you punk! Why don’t you do what I tell you to do, and only do the things I tell you not to do? You idiot!”

'That's right.'

Wi Yeon-ho couldn't help but chuckle.

It seemed he wasn't destined to be a good disciple. He had tormented Baek Mu-han mercilessly even during his lifetime, and even after his departure, he still refused to listen to him.

But what can you do?

Wi Yeon-ho gripped his sword tightly.

My heart is pounding like crazy. Come to think of it, this is only the second time since I've been in the martial arts world that I've faced someone who I consider to be significantly stronger than me.

What do you think?

Has Wei Yanhu developed since then?

Have you become more determined?

'I don't know.'

I don't know.

Wei Yanho ran forward, his body feeling incredibly light.

It's funny.

Even though all the energy that had filled his body had suddenly left him, instead of feeling empty, he was filled with a sense of liberation, as if he could do anything.

“Hit!”

Cheonryu Geom lunged forward, roaring. Following him, a white army swept over Wei Yanhu like waves crashing onto the shore.

The face of the Cheonryu Sword running in front shows a spirit of victory.

but…….

'Grandpa, you can't do that anymore.'

The sword has already been mixed with the Cheonryu Sword.

Even back then, Wei Yanhu was ahead, but Cheonryu Geom might have had a chance. After all, a match isn't always determined solely by martial arts prowess.

The day's conditions and various variables influence the outcome of a match. If the difference is not significant, it can easily be overcome through improvisation.

But not anymore.

The flowing sword of the Heavenly Sword sliced through Wei Yanhu. However, the sword was too slow for Wei Yanhu at this point.

The sword of the Heavenly Sword has meaning when it flows. A sword that appears to be still has no meaning.

Just like now.

Thump.

Wi Yeon-ho's sword deflects the flying Cheonryu Sword. The sword, imbued with immense sword power, is easily launched into the sky.

Eyes of astonishment.

A blow that cuts through the empty heart.

Crunch!

Wei Yanho's white sword slices through the chest of the desperately twisting Cheonryu Sword. While it narrowly avoids the heart, it leaves a devastating wound, enough to split half of his chest open.

After that… … .

Kwaaang!

Wi Yeon-ho kicked the Cheonryu Sword away.

With a loud noise of explosives exploding, the body of the Cheonryu Sword rotated and flew in a straight line. Those who had been charging after the Cheonryu Sword were swept away and tossed around with it.

In an instant, a space was created in front of Wei Yanhu.

And that was a fatal mistake.

“Eww!”

Wei Yanho's sword emits light.

photosphere.

Pure white orbs of light formed around the sword. Dozens of them swelled in an instant, each growing to the size of a human body.

Geomhwan (劍丸).

The sword ring, which was no larger than a child's fist at best, grew to the size of a man's body and sprayed out in all directions.

Kwaaaaang!

Kwaaaaaaaah!

A burst of light that seemed to tear the eyes apart tore at the flesh, not the eyes.

Those caught in the blast of light fell to the ground without even being able to scream.

Mangeom?

What is this?

'That's funny.'

This isn't a Mangeom. If Baek Muhan had seen it, he would have scoffed. A Mangeom is the perfect form of a sword that has extracted the essence of every sword in the world.

No one in the world but Baek Muhan can speak of the Ten Thousand Swords. No one in the world can speak of the perfection of the sword except Baek Muhan.

Wi Yeon-ho will prove that now.

“Eww!”

Wei Yanho's white sword began to emit a brilliant light.

Ten thousand troops and the swordsman of light.

It was a battle that would go down in legend, a battle that would shake the world.