Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 638

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Taejonbirok Volume 26, Episode 13

Chapter 140: Lazy Man, Request (3)

My danjeon is shaking.

The energy drawn from his dantian surged through his body and into his sword. The unparalleled turbulence of the energy shook Wei Yanhu's white sword.

Woof woof woof.

Sword name.

It wasn't a natural outpouring of the sword's power, born from the sword and the person becoming one. It was a scream, unstable from the sword, unable to withstand the overwhelming force.

But the pain of the sword did not last long.

The dazzling light spreads out along the swinging sword.

Chaaaaaaaah!

A ray of light shot out like a crescent moon, with a sound like a silk slit.

Avoid?

It's impossible.

It wasn't simply a form of light. The light-filled sword was literally as fast as light.

The moment something flashed, the sword had already passed through the body.

“Ugh…….”

Those who felt the sword with their bodies rather than their eyes fell to the floor.

“Wai Yeon Hooooooooo!”

But not everyone fell to Wei Yanhu's sword.

There was only one person in Baekgeom who could avoid that swordsmanship. Bloodshot eyes, the swordsman charged toward Wi Yeonho at an incredible speed.

Then, a sword unfolded.

It was a sword filled with the will to cut apart everything in sight, a sword that did not fail to live up to the term "body and sword unity."

Indeed, the phrase "Baekgeomseong" comes out naturally.

How many sects in the world can raise such a skilled swordsman?

At most, it won't exceed ten.

But Baekgeom was teeming with such people. Wi Yeon-ho bit his lip as he watched the swordsmen rushing in, seemingly covering the sky.

Cover the sky with a sword.

Ten thousand swords and a hundred schools, a hundred swordsmanship.

The ten thousand swords and a hundred swords known to the world, and the hundred swordsmanship known to the world, may be underestimated.

Even if it weren't for the plague, would the Jeongmu Alliance have been able to stop them?

In the end, they created this much power.

How deep was the resentment of the ten thousand swords and hundreds of schools?

How excellent were the descendants of Mangeom?

'But no.'

Wei Yanhu kicked the ground. His body leaped into the air, dodging the incoming sword like a ghost.

Swoosh.

As if seeping in.

Between the black energy and black steel pouring down like rain, it escapes like air through the tiny gap.

“Ugh!”

“Eet!”

Those who saw the sight let out groans of horror.

Although everyone has seen the destructive power of the Wei Yanhu, no one could have predicted such agile movements.

But this was so obvious.

Wei Yanhu didn't learn swordsmanship through attack. He learned it from fighting Baek Muhan.

Who could have guessed what it meant?

Baek Muhan's swordsmanship is not human. He has spent years simply dodging and blocking the sword.

Black energy pouring down like rain?

Baek Muhan single-handedly created a natural disaster. Compared to the swordsmanship that couldn't even penetrate a needle, these attacks pale in comparison.

"this!"

Wi Yeon-ho's body, having escaped the sword strike, was instantly crushed. The sight of Wi Yeon-ho rushing toward him like a ray of light caused the person to hold their breath.

It was impossible for someone who had fired a sword with all their might to recover their tilted body and block Wei Yanhu. Being suspended in midair allowed for a powerful attack, but if that attack failed, there would be a price to pay.

Crunch.

Wei Yanho passed him by.

And then, belatedly, an eerie sound pierces the ears. The man, sensing his fate, closes his eyes.

'chimerical…….'

The thought couldn't continue any further.

Because someone who has lost his breath cannot think anymore.

Wi Yeon-ho, having cut down the man before him, kicked the air. He kicked the energy gathered in his toes as if it were a stepping stone, and began to move through the sky at high speed.

“What is it!”

“Oh, how!”

A loud gasp erupts.

They, too, have reached a level of extreme strength. Anyone can change direction in midair. However, no one can run through the air like Wei Yanhu.

It was a realm beyond description, beyond mere emptiness or vacant steps. It was as if I were flying through the sky.

The match between those who could move freely and those who had to simply fall to the ground was too obvious.

Falling.

Just as fallen leaves, having fulfilled their role, fall to the ground in the face of a fiercely raging typhoon, those who had been lifted into the air were falling like fallen leaves.

Everyone watching the scene opened their eyes wide.

The new detective grabbed his sleeve.

'Where on earth is that guy going?'

He has always lived on the battlefield.

Although he couldn't claim to be at the peak of his powers, he was always on the battlefield where the strongest men faced off. Therefore, he could confidently claim to have a superior eye for the unmanned.

How many masters have I seen so far?

To give a simple example, he was someone who had watched over Kwon Geuk's entire life. He was the greatest Kwon in the world, the leader of the Jeongmu Alliance, and a master who represented the righteousness of the times. He had watched him his entire life. He wouldn't even notice.

But the way Wei Yanho is showing himself now has even that kind of mysterious investigator shocked.

different.

Although they wielded the same sword and moved with the same human body, the realm Wi Yeon-ho displayed was undeniably different. In his entire life, only one martial artist had ever given the new investigator such a feeling.

'The Great Cannabis Emperor.'

The strong and fearsome one who led the Demonic Cult.

In the memory of the new investigator, there was no warrior who dared to show more power than the Great Demon Emperor.

In past wars, all of the Jeongmu Alliance's efforts were ultimately aimed at stopping the Great Demon Emperor. No matter how fearsome the Demonic Cult's bishops were, and no matter how cruel its followers were, the Great Demon Emperor alone was more terrifying than all of them.

A strength that is hard to believe is human.

A magical power that seems capable of destroying the world alone.

In the battlefield where countless people were killing each other, the Great Demon Emperor was a being of a different dimension.

The detective's eyes tremble violently.

'You mean you've reached that level?'

It was something that was hard to believe.

The Great Hemp Emperor was strong.

Simply saying "strong" wasn't enough to explain it. Even if he led every expert in the Jeongmu Alliance in battle, he wasn't confident he could defeat the Great Demon Emperor. Therefore, the Shingi Investigation Team employed every strategy and ploy to create an environment where they wouldn't face the Great Demon Emperor.

If only the Great Demon Emperor hadn't existed, if only that one man hadn't existed, the Jeongmu Alliance would have easily overwhelmed the Demonic Cult. The one who overturned that power gap was the Great Demon Emperor.

The incarnation of the devil.

The person who best suits that arrogant remark is the Great Emperor of Japan.

As an enemy, he was hated more than anyone else in the world, but as a warrior, he was someone I could not help but respect. He was the Great Demon Emperor.

But Wi Yeon-ho has reached that level?

I want to deny it.

He was confident and certain that there would never again be a man like the Great Emperor in his lifetime.

But now, Shin Gi-su's confidence was being shattered.

purple.

It also shows the Wei Yan Lake.

While countless others are entangled in battle, he walks alone in a different world, much like the great demon emperors of the past.

I couldn't help but admit it even though I didn't want to admit it.

'How is this possible?'

Wi Yeon-ho is a genius.

But the Great Master of the Great Sword was also a genius. Only a genius, someone beyond human standards, could have displayed such behavior. However, the Great Master of the Great Sword and Wei Yanhu were given different amounts of time and support.

The Great Demon Emperor is a superhuman created by the Demonic Cult with all its support.

Had the Great Demon Emperor not received the full support of the Demonic Cult as a demonic blood, he would never have reached that level. So how could Wei Yanhu, who hadn't undergone the same process as the Great Demon Emperor, reach the same level?

And in such a short time.

The head is denied.

But his eyes could not deny it.

Kwaaaaang!

The halo of light emitted by Wei Yanhu covers the world.

The swordsmen, whose words, "climax," were meaningless, were pushed back and crumbled before the halo of light, unable even to swing their swords. The blood they shed dyed the world with a pure white light.

"ah……."

My mouth falls open in surprise.

Ultimately, ignorance is a means to defeat the enemy. No matter how much one discusses virtue, chivalry, and the Way through ignorance, ignorance is ultimately nothing more than the art of murder.

Having lived his entire life on the battlefield, Shin Gi-su knew this fact better than anyone else.

In fact, if you look closely, isn't the reason he is called and praised as a new detective because he has killed more people than anyone else in the world?

The essence of ignorance never changes. No matter how well-worded or eloquently presented, ignorance is ultimately nothing more than a means of oppressing others through force.

'Isn't it beautiful?'

It is a spectacle of violence colliding with violence.

It was arguably the most horrific sight in the world. Yet, even amidst this flickering violence, Shin Gi-su sensed a ray of beauty.

Anything, anything in the world, taken to its extreme arouses human admiration.

It may have been a pathetic feeling, completely out of place on the battlefield, but Shin Gi-su couldn't shake off this single emotion that pierced his heart.

“Yeonhoyaaaaaaa!”

At that moment, the desperate voice of the wise man penetrated his ears.

The new detective's eyes shake.

Bloodline.

The blood stream shooting into the air is clearly visible to the investigator's eyes.

It's no different.

It's just red blood, like any other. It's no different from the countless blood spilled on the ground, hidden from view by the light.

But it was different.

It may be the same blood, but it can't be said to be the same blood. Especially not for Shin Gi-su and Wi Jeong-han. How can the blood that spewed from Wi Yeon-ho's body be considered the same as the blood of others?

'I…….'

Wei Yanho swung his sword as if nothing had happened. However, his shoulders were already stained red.

“Yeonho!”

Shin Gi-su grabs Wi Jeong-han's shoulder as he tries to run forward.

Wi Jeong-han stood there like a stone statue and gritted his teeth.

Wei Yanho's eyes were distorted.

A burning pain is felt in the veins of his shoulder.

‘It wasn’t that I let my guard down… … .’

It's impossible to let your guard down in the face of such a formidable foe. Yet, the reason you were wounded is simple.

That's how strong they are.

One blow, another blow, risking one's life.

Even for Wei Yanho, completely avoiding all of that was impossible. The White Sword's swordsmen were powerful. Wei Yanho was acutely aware of this fact.

For example.

This sword that is now thrusting in front of his eyes.

If not, then a sword that splits the ankle from below.

The swords used against him grew sharper and sharper. They were no longer intimidated. Quickly regaining their composure, the Baekgeomseong warriors discovered the most effective method to deal with Wei Yanho.

The pressure is getting stronger.

It felt like I was floundering in water. My limbs were becoming numb.