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Taejonbirok Volume 27, Episode 16
Chapter 146: The Lazy Man Cries (1)
Crimson energy bounces off in all directions.
It was a distinctive blood-red blood vessel that anyone who saw it could tell that it was a move of the Blood Demon.
What catches the eye is that the bloody energy is not rushing in, but rather bouncing off.
The blood spurt from the blood demon is being pushed back, unable to overcome the force of the collision with the opponent.
“Huh!”
A breath of air escaped from the blood demon's mouth.
I have no feeling in my hands.
Although it was a decisive blow that he had unleashed with all his might, his blood vessel that had collided with Wei Yanho's light sphere was simply bounced off without being able to do anything.
And in the meantime, he even threw an incredible weight at him.
'Damn, it's annoying to be surprised by everything.'
It keeps going beyond that.
If you think it's going to be this strong, it always shows something more than that strength.
Even though he knew he couldn't judge Wei Yanho within the framework of common sense, he persisted in trying to confine him within it. This wasn't the Blood Demon's fault.
Doesn't everyone live by defining themselves and their surroundings with common sense?
It is stranger that the framework of common sense can be shaken off in an instant by just changing one's mindset.
'But it must be done.'
The blood demon ground its teeth.
If he cannot overcome the gap between the Wei Yanho he experiences firsthand and the Wei Yanho he imagines in his head, he will not be able to stop Wei Yanho.
“Mad horse!”
“Huh!”
The mad horse roared and charged towards Wei Yanhu.
His whole body swells and spews out magical energy.
And Wei Yanho watched the mad horse rushing towards him with sunken eyes.
Mad Demon Manifestation!
In the past, he was helpless against this madman's tricks.
But now?
“Nothing has changed.”
Wi Yeon-ho's sword gently aimed at the mad horse. His white sword fluttered in a flurry. He surrendered his body to the slightest breeze, not resisting it.
The momentum of the mad horse against Wei Yanhu's sword was like a storm. Like a long reed swaying in the wind, Wei Yanhu's sword swung gracefully.
But it doesn't break.
“Inoooooooooooo!”
The mad horse charged at Wei Yanhu with ferocious momentum. The white sword, bent so sharply it seemed it could break, was instantly repelled with a loud crash.
Choaak! Choaak!
A white blast of black energy erupted, seemingly covering the entire area. The madman's eyes widened at the sheer volume of black energy that completely obscured his vision.
Crunch! Crunch!
It's being cut.
His body, like steel, was being wounded and cut as if it were the body of an ordinary person.
“Whew!”
A groan escaped the madman's mouth.
This pain is unfamiliar.
The dull pain of being struck by a flying blade had been a familiar experience, but the pain of being torn apart was unfamiliar. Come to think of it, wasn't it Wi Yeon-ho who had inflicted the last wound on his body?
Back then, Wei Yanhu had risked his life to cut off the mad demon's hand. But now, Wei Yanhu was tearing the mad demon's body apart with ease.
Considering the time that had passed since then, it was absurd. But the one who accomplished this absurd feat was right before his eyes.
At that moment, Wei Yanho suddenly appeared behind the wall of flying steel.
“Huh!”
Before the mad horse could even react, Wei Yanho's sword sliced through its neck. The mad horse flung itself to the ground before the sword, which sliced its neck with chilling speed.
face?
This isn't the time to consider such things. Favor only matters to the living. Who would do something so foolish as to trade their life for it?
He rolled to the ground, but the danger wasn't over. The mad horse instinctively sensed something flying at him and kicked the ground.
Kwaaaaang!
The floor bursts open as if a volcano had erupted.
The ground was turned upside down, and rocks and dirt were thrown in all directions.
chin!
The mad horse, who was sitting on the floor, looked at Wi Yeon-ho with eyes of disbelief.
What if I had just hit that?
I can't think of anything but death.
Has he ever been so dumbfounded in his life?
“What the hell are you….”
The madman knew very well what kind of expression he was making right now.
During the past war.
The Central Plains men, who had seen his strong body and beast-like aggression, all looked at him with faces as if their souls had been ripped out.
A face seen by a being beyond one's comprehension.
'I…….'
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The madman was making that expression right now.
“Hey, you!”
My pride is crushed without mercy.
He never once imagined he would make such an expression on someone else's face. He even less imagined it would be Wei Yanhao.
If only it weren't for Wi Yeon-ho.
If the person who had embarrassed him now wasn't Wei Yanho, but a young boy he'd never met before, he wouldn't feel this way. The feeling of someone who thought they'd already joined hands and seen the end of it only to have their imaginations surpassed again is unimaginable to those who haven't experienced it.
That extreme.
Wei Yanhu's white sword lightly scraped the floor.
Wei Yanhu, who had lowered his sword, looked around with a strange expression. Then he took a deep breath.
He tried to maintain his composure, but he couldn't completely stop the pounding in his chest. His gaze turned to the madman.
When I see the mad horse looking at me with a blank expression, I feel a surge of heat rising in my chest.
'I should have been this strong back then.'
Because he couldn't do that, my brother went to the Demonic Cult.
And even at this moment, Wei Yanhu is running with sweaty feet to make up for the mistake he made back then.
What if he had been strong from the start?
If Wei Yanhu had been as strong as he is now when the mad horse came looking for him, wouldn't his fate have changed considerably by now?
In the end, everything happened because he was weak.
Wei Yanho's sword was aimed at the mad horse.
The mad horse, staring at the pointed sword, staggered and rose. The sight of blood dripping from small cuts all over its body was reminiscent of a vicious murder.
"this guy……."
Wi Yeon-ho shook his head.
“You shouldn’t be angry.”
“……What?”
"I should be the one getting angry. You're the one who came to me, picking a fight, attacking me, and then took my only brother away from me."
“…….”
Wi Yeon-ho said with cold eyes.
"If you hadn't messed with me back then, I wouldn't have even thought about fighting the Demonic Cult. By now, I'd be holed up in Guangdong, sleeping. So, you're the one who created this situation."
This was Wei Yanho's true feelings.
Even at this very moment, Wei Yanhu had no sense of pride in representing the martial arts world, nor any sense of duty to save it. If left unchecked, the Demonic Cult would undoubtedly advance to Guangdong, so he felt compelled to fight. But at least he wouldn't have taken the lead.
There was only one reason why Wei Yanhu was fighting with all his might now.
“Where is my brother?”
“…….”
"Until now, I was powerless and could only watch, but not anymore. So if you want to die gracefully, you'd better answer. Where's your brother?"
The madman smiled and bared his teeth.
If you want to die gracefully… … .
Who in the world would dare say such things to the world's madman?
“Kukukuk, I’ve lived too long.”
I've seen such a rough situation.
“Don’t worry. I’ll just stop living now.”
“Your brother? A coral?”
The madman chuckled.
“Do you still think your brother is alive?”
Wei Yanho's eyes were cold and settled.
“The gridlock doesn’t work.”
“I am only telling the truth.”
“Yes, I guess so.”
Wei Yanhu did not waver.
The mad horse had given up much to take Weichan. There was no reason to kill Weichan, whom he had brought with him.
“You don’t believe me.”
“I don’t intend to believe everything the demonic cult says.”
“Heh heh heh heh.”
The madman burst into laughter.
“Sometimes reality is bitterer than imagination.”
“Okay, okay. Got it.”
Wi Yeon-ho lightly applied strength to the hand holding the sword.
Whether the madman's words are true or false is irrelevant. Winning or losing this debate won't make any difference. The best way to verify the truth of his words is to defeat them here and defeat the demonic cult.
After that, you can confirm it with your own two eyes.
"I'll start now that I've said everything I want to say. I'm sick of talking any further."
Wi Yeon-ho took a step forward.
Just one step.
It was just a single step extended without much meaning, but that single step caused the mad horse to feel an indescribable pressure.
'Fuck.'
He didn't flaunt his power or display any flashy swordsmanship. He simply took a single step, and Madma felt as if his entire body was being torn apart.
In his mind, Wei Yanhu already has a firm upper hand.
Fear and resentment rise up.
'I am a madman.'
Wasn't he the symbol of fear even in the church? And yet, to be frightened by such a young, green-eyed child was truly shameful.
As his anger seethed, his magical energy flowed out of his body. The mad blood demon glared at Wei Yanhu with crimson eyes.
“I’ll tear you to pieces, you punk!”
“If you can.”
“Ohhhhhhhhh!”
The bloodthirsty demon spurted out magical energy and rushed at Wei Yanhu.
“You madman! Stop it!”
The Blood Demon screamed in terror, but the Blood Demon Emperor seemed to be deaf to his words. The Blood Demon's face contorted as he followed the Blood Demon Emperor and charged towards Wi Yeon-ho.
It's pathetic to go along with that stupid thing, but it's even more stupid to let the madman die.
“Wai Yan Hooooooooooo!”
A dark, dark aura erupted from the madman's right fist. The aura, which had been swelling like a cloud, instantly condensed, forming a clear, black diamond.
Fist.
Its density and size were different from those of ordinary fists. A black fist, completely engulfing the great madman's fist, fell towards Wei Yanhu's head.
A frenzied spirit.
Just standing face to face with him, a ferocious, explosive energy that made his spine tingle, enveloped Wei Yanhu. Yet, even amidst this storm of energy, Wei Yanhu's posture remained undisturbed.
He just stares at the mad horse rushing towards him with his eyes completely sunken.
Creepy.
The moment he locked eyes with Wei Yanho, Gwangma instinctively knew something was wrong. But like all regrets, he should have noticed it sooner.
The white sword of Wei Yanhu draws a soft arc.
Unlike the frenzied mad horse, it was infinitely leisurely and infinitely slow. However, that slow sword was far faster than the swift mad horse's strike.
Crunch.
The wrist of the mad horse that flew in with an eerie sound was cut off.
Wei Yanho's white sword carelessly dug into the neck of the mad horse, which was glaring in disbelief.
Phew.
The sound of the sword piercing through the neck caused the madman's body to freeze.