Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Chapter 690

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Taejonbirok Volume 28, Episode 15

Chapter 150: The Lazy Man, Falling Down (5)

A whirlwind of energy swept through.

Just by standing face to face with each other, the two men were pouring out such strength that it was difficult for even the warriors who had trained their entire lives to maintain a proper posture.

The new detective's eyes were filled with excitement.

'Is this a human fight?'

No, this wasn't a human fight in the first place.

Neither Cheonma-do nor Baekmu-han can be considered human. Aren't they, in many ways, beyond humanity?

'Even so, no matter what… … .'

The world is where they stand.

Isn't this a place where people live, not where gods live?

There are limits to the world in which people live.

No matter how strong a human becomes, there are places they cannot reach. No matter how much the warriors train themselves, there are walls they cannot overcome.

You may be able to walk on the sky for a while, but you can't fly.

You can jump over a mountain, but you can't break it.

It was a human limitation rather than an unmanned limitation.

But these two are human, yet inhuman. Perhaps because of this, they so easily transcended the limitations of humanity that the new investigator had unconsciously established.

'So even the power to deal with Baekgeomseong wasn't enough?'

Baekgeomseong is the one who faced the Jeongmu Alliance alone. No single force in the entire Central Plains could dare stand against Baekgeomseong. Even Shaolin would be swept away before lasting a day in Baekgeomseong's face.

Cheonma played with that Baekgeomseong like a child twisting his wrist.

It is a power that cannot be imagined.

But now the new investigation has been able to find out.

Even that wasn't the full power of the Heavenly Demon. The aura the Heavenly Demon radiated before Baek Muhan was so terrifying that simply observing it would have stopped the heart of a divine investigator.

It seemed as if Asura and Indra were fighting on earth.

The earth trembles in fear, and the sun hides behind the clouds.

All living things, and even those that are not alive, become silent and hold their breath.

'I have to see it.'

Although it felt like his entire body would break at any moment, Shin Gi-su resisted the pressure by planting his hands and feet on the floor.

We have to wait and see.

The fate of Kangho hangs on this one match.

If there was nothing we could do, we had to at least watch. That was the duty of those who carried the Central Plains.

The black magic that poured out from the Heavenly Horse spread out like pitch black.

Have you ever seen a sea dyed black?

It is infinitely wide, infinitely deep, and yet infinitely dark.

It was an absurd sight that made my soul feel like it was being sucked out just by looking at it.

The soul screams.

I know.

Those black waves don't target him.

No matter how powerful the Heavenly Demon was, it was against a hundred thousand people. It would not have the energy to worry about the likes of the Divine Investigator.

Yet, my whole body screams.

Run away.

Run away from here right now.

He had never felt such intense fear. A fear so intense that his reason was paralyzed and his body was powerless. Even the slightest distraction would send his body spinning, ignoring his will, into a state of complete flight.

But the new investigation did not back down.

Because his will is strong?

No, it isn't.

It was an extremely terrifying sight, but also an extremely enchanting one.

Anyone who has learned the art of ignorance will never be able to take their eyes off the current scene.

How could one not see the sight of a human flying through the sky naked?

That can't be possible.

If you're human, you're captivated. The very sight of someone leaping over a wall they thought was insurmountable is captivating.

And the scene that Shin Gi-su was now facing was the same.

This is the end of martial arts.

For countless years, countless hours, countless untrained individuals have challenged and challenged, pioneered and pioneered, to reach this place. But despite all the blood and sweat shed, the end of unlearnedness, seemingly like a mirage, was here.

Anyone with even a shred of ignorance cannot tear their eyes away from this spectacle. Even if it means dying here, they must imprint it on their own eyes.

It was a bizarre sight.

Black Sea.

Among the five sacred mountains that support the Central Plains, a black sea spreads out on the summit of Mount Hwa, which boasts the most rugged terrain.

‘The sea… … .’

It was a sight that could clearly be called a sea. The endless waves of magic could only be described as a sea.

But that's awkward too.

Can that boiling black magic feast be called a sea?

Every drop, every drop is powerful.

No, it's Kang Hwan who goes beyond Kang Ki.

Even the most advanced unmanned force finds it difficult to create even a single one, but the strong force gathers and gathers to form a river, which flows into the sea.

The sea of Ganghwan.

How much strength of character is required to create something like this?

How high a level do you have to be to be able to even imitate it?

Here and now, the standards of martial arts that the martial artists had imagined are being torn apart and denied.

Everything about Muhak was being trampled upon at this moment.

‘Dancheon Sword, what the hell are you… … .’

Dancheongeom Baekgongdo must have known that Cheonma could create such a spectacle.

But how could one resist?

But how could he have pointed his sword at him?

Cheonma cannot understand. He is not human.

However, the Dancheon Sword Baekgongdo is clearly in the realm of humans.

As a human, I have greater respect for the Dancheon Sword Baekgongdo than I do for the Cheonma.

Are you saying you resisted?

Even knowing this?

Just looking at it makes my soul feel like it's being torn apart, so are you saying you're resisting this interest?

'It's not something that anyone in their right mind can do.'

What would Shin Gi-su have done if he were in Baek Gong-do's position?

resistance?

You would never have imagined it.

If told to die, he would die; if told to live, he would live. He wouldn't even hesitate to lick his feet. His overwhelming power, transcending the limits of justice and private life, transcends all boundaries.

Nevertheless, the Dancheon Sword resisted.

It's hard to imagine the immense will that resides within him. If the new investigator had been the Baekgeomseongju, he would have sought to enforce Cheonma's will until the very last moment of his life.

Because there is no way to resist a god who has descended to earth.

god.

Yes, it is God.

There is no way to deny the sight before your eyes.

Like a storm-swept sea, the sea of ripples swells and swells, threatening to swallow everything. And then it surges forward.

Any living thing could not withstand the advance of that black foam.

Despair in itself.

Anyone who sees this sight will know.

Why is it impossible for the Central Plains to stop the author?

That tremendous power can never be withstood by a human body made of flesh and blood.

'one…….'

The new detective's head turned.

okay.

No one can stop a living being. But the one standing opposite the Heavenly Demon is no human being either.

It's so cool.

A quietness almost like silence.

Even as the dark sea surges forward, threatening to swallow everything, the calm remains unbroken.

"ah……."

The new investigator opened his mouth without realizing it.

How dare he evaluate anything.

No matter how much he looked, his eyes couldn't grasp it. It's like a child just learning to read, reading a scripture containing the purification of the sages, only to fail to understand it.

But still, you can tell.

The determination felt from the tip of the sword held in one hand.

The uprightness felt from the posture of standing on the ground with both feet.

different.

If Cheonma's martial arts are the pinnacle of movement, Baek Muhan's martial arts are the pinnacle of stillness.

Baek Muhan, leisurely extending his sword toward the oncoming celestial energy, resembled a painting. No matter how much the world shook, the world within the painting remained unshaken.

Perfect.

The concept of perfection cannot exist in this world.

But something infinitely close to perfection could exist. If no one could find a flaw in it, wouldn't that be perfect?

In that sense, Baek Mu-han's current appearance was infinitely close to perfection.

He just holds out his sword.

But if someone skilled in the sword were to see that sight, they would immediately break their own sword without hesitation. For there lies a state of perfection that cannot be reached, not even in a hundred years, but even in a thousand.

It's quiet.

It seems like not a single breeze is blowing.

'No, I guess not.'

The martial arts of the Heavenly Demon subjugate even nature. The summit of this volcano now trembles as if a storm of unparalleled magnitude is brewing. Even the most skilled of the divine practitioners, the Divine Investigator, finds it difficult to control his movements.

But the storm does not reach Baek Mu-han.

Within a one-meter radius of him, it's as if nothing is happening. It's so quiet it feels like it's not even in this world.

Although in a different way, he too had complete control over his surroundings.

Another martial art from the same root.

Although it started with Baekmuhan, Cheonma lost Baekmuhan and rebuilt himself as Cheonma.

Having lost his body and even his entire history, he had no other choice. After a full three hundred years, Baek Muhan was reborn as a Cheonma.

However, Baek Mu-han, who is now standing in front of Cheonma, still retains his past martial arts skills.

Although he was not a perfect Baekmuhan and had the disadvantage of using Wei Yanho's body instead of his own, he was still Baekmuhan.

Baek Muhan and Baek Muhan.

Baekmuhan and Cheonma.

And the Wei Yan Lake and the Wei San Lake.

They are risking everything and clashing now.

The wave of magical energy released by the Heavenly Demon surges forward, almost as if it will swallow up Baek Mu-han.

at that time.

Baek Muhan's mouth opened slowly.

“Is this all there is?”

It moves.

slowly.

At a speed so slow that you can't even be sure it's moving.

Baek Mu-han's white sword, which had been aimed downwards, slowly moves above his head.

It was a strange thing.

It's slow.

It's so slow. It's like I wait and wait and it never moves.

But… … .

'Why can't I reach you?'

The new investigation was able to find out.

Baek Muhan moves incredibly slowly. But the moment his sword begins to move… …the world slows down even more than Baek Muhan.

The world stops.

The waves of magical energy that had been surging stopped, spewing out dark gray foam. The storm of energy that had been blowing seemed to have vanished, and the air stopped.

A world of silence.

In a world where everything had stopped, only Baekmuhan's sword was moving slowly, very slowly.

Baek Mu-han, who raised his sword above his head in a perfect semicircle, coldly rebuked the world that had stopped.

“It’s trivial.”

Baek Muhan slashes his sword downwards.

At the same time, I saw the new investigation.

It's split.

Everything.

The sea of magic that Cheonma emitted, the sky that looked down on the sea, the volcano that supported the sea, and… … .

Even the soul of the mysterious investigator watching the scene.

A perfect break, leaving no room for error.

The world is split in half.