Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 257

Chapter 257: The Lazy One Strikes (2)

“How depressing.”

“True.”

The tournament was proceeding successfully. But the audience had lost interest.

“Who won earlier?”

“Who are you referring to?”

“The previous fight. It’s already over.”

“Ah, yes. Mujin from Shaolin versus Baek Geomyeong from Baekgeom Fortress. Baek Geomyeong won.”

“I see. So, the next fight is between Wei Sanho and… who was it?”

“Cheoljohwi from the Righteous Heavenly Alliance. Wei Sanho and Cheoljohwi.”

“I see.”

The person answering listlessly shrugged their shoulders.

“Aren’t you interested?”

“No. Not interested. I want to go home.”

“Are you going to leave without seeing who wins after watching from the preliminaries?”

“I know. I should watch it…”

Chung Yeon frowned as he listened to the audience.

‘Damn it.’

Although it was an improper thought for a Taoist practitioner, he was glad he hadn’t said worse words.

Yesterday, Chung Yeon was happy that Wei Yanho or Wei Sanho would lose, but after Wei Yanho gave up, the tournament’s atmosphere had deteriorated.

If the audience had been angry, the atmosphere wouldn’t have been so horrible, but the problem was that everyone had accepted it.

After all, they are brothers, so they can’t be blamed for not fighting well.

In the martial world, heirs compete fiercely, and even if it’s not visible, there is ruthless competition in the dark.

But Wei Yanho, who could have gained fame and fortune by fighting his brother, gave up, so who could say anything?

Although it was a disappointment for those who expected a fight between brothers, they couldn’t criticize Wei Yanho for his fraternal affection.

If it weren’t in this context, they would surely have praised his humanity.

So, the situation was the worst: no anger, but disappointment.

‘If the winner appears like this, he won’t be well-received.’

There are many ways to ruin a tournament, but Wei Yanho did it in the most creative way. Chungyeon gritted his teeth as he looked at Wei Jeonghan in the corner.

“Where do you think you are?!”

Although his anger was directed at Wei Yanho, who had abandoned the tournament, he didn’t feel like getting angry at him.

Because it was useless to get angry at Wei Yanho.

No one preaches to an ox.

Instead, his anger was directed at Wei Jeonghan and the Righteous Martial Alliance.

They should have stopped Wei Yanho from participating!

Why did they put a troublemaker like Wei Yanho in a tournament that was going well?

Those who were defeated by Wei Yanho might have recovered their honor if Wei Yanho won, but now they are all in the same mud.

There is no better way to ruin a tournament.

Wei Sanho, who went on stage, looked worried and didn’t show his usual composure.

“Ugh, Wei Yanho…”

Chung Yeon groaned, forgetting that there were people nearby.

To Chung Yeon, Wei Yanho was like an asura from hell who had come to stop the rebirth of Mount Hua. At least, people avoid asuras. But Wei Yanho was gaining popularity.

‘I should have listened to Gong Mujin.’

Regretting it now is useless, but Chungyeon couldn’t help but feel it.

“Leader, what should I do?”

“Ah…”

The two on stage were ready. Chunggeomja, the judge, was waiting for their signal. Even Chunggeomja, who was always fair and calm, seemed distracted.

“We must start.”

Chung Yeon sighed and gestured to Chunggeomja.

Chunggeomja crossed his hands, giving them the signal to start.

The gazes of Cheoljohwi and Wei Sanho met.

“I will end your reputation as the best future leader.”

“…”

Wei Sanho didn’t respond and drew his sword. Cheoljohwi’s gaze shifted. He looked annoyed, and was about to attack when…

Bang!

A building behind the stage exploded, and something flew towards the stage.

“Kuh!”

“Hmm?”

Cheoljohwi and Wei Sanho quickly stepped back.

*Wooong!*

What had flown crashed into the ground. It was so strong that it pierced the stone floor and shook the entire stage.

“Aaaaaaaaaah…”

“That… is a person?”

Cheoljohwi and Wei Sanho looked in disbelief at the person embedded in the stage.

Why did a person fly and crash into the stage?

They were the ones who were supposed to fight.

“Huh?”

Those present on the stage rose in horror as they saw the person emerge from the hole.

“Tang Cheongun?”

“The Dark King?”

As soon as the Dark King’s name was mentioned, the atmosphere turned cold.

The Dark King.

The leader of the Tang family.

The Tang family was the most powerful in the Heavenly Alliance. The Dark King was the leader of the Tang family, an absolute expert that even the leader of the Righteous Heavenly Alliance couldn’t ignore.

The Dark King had flown in that state!

‘Who did it?’

The crowd looked at the collapsing building with tension. Dust rose from the rubble.

And a figure slowly appeared from the dust.

*Gulpe*.

The silence was so absolute that you could hear someone swallow.

The news that Tang Cheongun had flown spread quickly. So, the person coming out of the building must have been the one who did it.

Everyone stared intently at the person emerging from the dust.

And…

“Uwaaaaaaaaaah!”

“Wei Yanho!”

“What? Why is Wei Yanho there?”

The crowd began to cheer enthusiastically.

Those who were sad that Wei Yanho and Wei Sanho wouldn’t fight now had the opportunity to see a duel between Wei Yanho and Tang Cheongun.

Emotions, cheers, and doubts erupted at the same time.

“Why is Wei Yanho fighting Tang Cheongun?”

“Why are they fighting?”

“Tang Cheongun versus Wei Yanho! The difference in power is too great! Should they fight?”

Although there were doubts, most didn’t care. It didn’t matter who was at fault; if these two people fought, it wouldn’t be a normal duel.

The leader of the Sichuan Tang family would face a new emerging power. If the leader lost, the Tang family’s reputation would plummet.

The suspicions of using poison in the duel were insignificant in comparison. If Tang Cheongun defeated Wei Yanho, he would be criticized for attacking a young man, but the suspicions of using poison would disappear.

The martial world is generous to winners and cruel to losers. Poison is a natural weapon for the Tang family outside of a duel. If they could use poison freely, they could prove to be the strongest.

It was a duel from which neither could withdraw.

Wei Yanho, who appeared from the dust, puffed out his cheeks and shouted:

“Old man, what are you doing using poison!”

“Kuh!”

Tang Cheongun trembled.

He had been defeated by a young man in front of so many people, an unprecedented humiliation.

“I will kill you! I will turn you to dust so you know the consequences of opposing the Tang family!”

“What?”

Wei Yanho sneered.

“Who used poison first? Who attacked whom? Anyway.”

Wei Yanho swung his arms and walked towards the stage.

“I won’t forgive you.”

Wei Yanho climbed onto the stage and reached out to Wei Sanho.

“Brother.”

“Hmm?”

“Lend me your sword. I didn’t bring mine.”

“Okay.”

They didn’t know what was happening, but it was impossible to stop him. Wei Sanho gave his sword to Wei Yanho without saying anything.

Wei Yanho took the sword and returned the scabbard to Wei Sanho.

“I’ll use it carefully and return it.”

“…Be careful.”

“Don’t worry.”

Wei Yanho gritted his teeth.

“I thought I was going to die! I’ll make you feel what it’s like to cross the river of the underworld!”

When Wei Yanho took his sword, the crowd began to cheer.

“Are they going to fight seriously?”

“Tang Cheongun versus Wei Yanho!”

Most of the audience knew who the real winner of the tournament was. After Wei Yanho abandoned the duel, the tournament had lost its energy.

Who would get excited watching others fight after the real winner had withdrawn?

But this was more exciting than Wei Yanho’s return. It was an opportunity to see the current level of Wei Yanho, one of the best future leaders.

Moreover, Wei Yanho and the Tang family already had a deep grudge. They would show no mercy to each other. That could be seen in Tang Cheongun’s expression.

Tang Cheongun was about to kill Wei Yanho.

“I won’t forgive you!”

“What?”

Wei Yanho sneered.

“My master said!”

Wei Yanho shouted:

“If you get hit once, return ten hits!”

“…What?”

Wei Yanho brandished his sword and walked towards Tang Cheongun.

“That means you must die ten times today. Be careful, old man. I have many grudges against the elders.”

That phrase would make Baek Muhan tremble in the afterlife.