Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 445

**Chapter 445: The lazy, a Coincidence (5)**

-Grrr?

The demons, sensing Wei Yanho’s presence as he approached, turned their heads in unison.

-Ghhh…

As crazy as they were, their instincts hadn’t disappeared. The demented ones hesitated at the energy emanating from Wei Yanho’s body.

But only for a moment.

-GAAAHHH!

As if to prove that they weren’t called “crazy” for nothing, the demented ones let out bloodcurdling screams and lunged towards Wei Yanho.

-Seriously?

Wei Yanho let out a mocking laugh, as if he found the situation absurd.

-Do you see me as an easy target?

Taking them all down wouldn’t be a problem at all. A single blow would suffice.

The reason he was complaining was because he couldn’t treat them lightly. Even if they were possessed by the madness of *qi/internal energy*, if he treated them like stray dogs, his relationship with the Tang Family would become complicated in the future.

Imagining the Poison King’s face foaming at the mouth in a fit of rage, he couldn’t help but sigh.

By temperament, he was tempted to simply eliminate them all…

*”Father would kill me.”*

It seemed that that man already had him in his sights. If he acted arrogantly today, he ran the risk of ending up with a broken back. With big events on the horizon, it was better to please him as much as possible…

-GAAAHHH!

-I’m thinking, damn it!

BAM!

Without realizing it, Wei Yanho launched a kick that sent one of the Tang Family disciples flying.

-Ugh, this wasn’t the plan…

Even though his mind wandered in thoughts, his body had always been honest. Furthermore, Wei Yanho was someone whose reflexes surpassed his ability to reason.

It was ironic that a lazy like him had reached a level where his body reacted instinctively, but it was the natural result of surviving Baek Muhan’s brutal training methods, regardless of the time or context.

And the price, of course, was exactly what he had anticipated.

-Carefully, damn you! Carefully! Don’t you understand?

Wei Yanho’s mouth twisted.

Stopping dead in his tracks, he turned his head and shouted at Wei Jeonghan:

-Your son is fighting a group of crazies with swords, and that’s all you have to say? Seriously?

-From how you complain, I see you have plenty of free time.

-Tch! Do you want me to let myself get stabbed and lie there?

-Go ahead. Do you think I don’t know that you would cry with just a prick?

-Ugh…

He was right.

If he hadn’t disliked pain so much, he wouldn’t have followed Baek Muhan’s training. The second thing he hated most in the world was being bothered while he was being lazy. The first was pain.

How annoying was the pain?

Even in the glorious situation of rolling lazily in bed, if the body ached, he couldn’t fully enjoy it.

-Tch.

Wei Yanho grimaced and turned his head.

Had they seen what happened to their companion?

Despite their madness, it seemed they retained enough awareness not to recklessly throw themselves against Wei Yanho.

-This is a problem.

-Ah!

Wei Jeonghan was startled to see Jegal Munin suddenly appear next to him.

-When did you get here?

Jegal Munin ignored the question and continued, as if he hadn’t been thrown onto the roof moments before.

-I thought that by falling into madness they would lose all reason, but it seems that they still retain some discernment.

-Mmm?

-If they have enough intelligence to recognize a stronger opponent and stop, that makes them more difficult to handle. It means they won’t easily fall into traps.

-You’re right.

Wei Jeonghan was carried away by Jegal Munin’s explanation.

-The only positive thing is that they can’t use their martial arts correctly.

-What do you mean?

-They don’t have their hands in their bags of throwing weapons. For a disciple of the Tang Family, the first thing in a fight is to prepare their hidden weapons.

Wei Jeonghan narrowed his eyes and observed the demented ones.

*”Right.”*

The Tang Family’s specialties were poison and throwing weapons. In a fight, the first thing was to prepare their projectiles. But now, their hands weren’t approaching the green bags on their waists.

*”Have they even forgotten their martial arts?”*

It was disconcerting.

They had the mind to recognize the strength of an enemy, but they couldn’t use the techniques they had practiced all their lives.

-What’s the use of a martial artist who can’t use their skills?

It was a statement that wouldn’t make sense if you only saw them as possessed by *qi*. It seemed like a random observation, but Jegal Munin nodded, as if he understood completely.

-But they seem to have another advantage.

-Another advantage?

-Look over there.

Wei Jeonghan’s face tensed as he saw where Jegal Munin was pointing.

*”That?”*

The demented one that Wei Yanho had kicked.

He had seen him fall far away, but now he was running back towards Wei Yanho with ferocity.

*”He definitely kicked him hard.”*

It wasn’t enough to kill him, he knew that. But it had been a deliberate kick from Wei Yanho. Any normal martial artist would have been out of combat for at least ten days, but this guy was coming back as if nothing had happened.

*”Damn.”*

It was a scene that was familiar to him.

Now his suspicions were turning into certainty.

-In other words…

-Yes.

Jegal Munin spoke firmly.

-It means that their bodies have become incredibly resistant. Furthermore, if you observe the demonic aura emanating from them, it’s clear. This is…

With conviction, he concluded:

-Identical to the symptoms of those who consume the *Blood Explosive Dan* of the Demon Cult.

Wei Yanho frowned.

*”This is… unsettling.”*

His “respected” teacher had taught him to never show mercy to the enemy. Regardless of their circumstances or intentions, if they wielded a weapon in front of him, they were enemies. Period.

Although as a person, Baek Muhan wasn’t a role model, his teachings were invaluable. Many of the things he previously considered nonsense now turned out to be true.

But this time, he couldn’t follow his words.

*”What should I do?”*

He couldn’t help but hesitate.

The truth was that he didn’t like killing. To be exact, he detested it. Killing without reason was one of the things he hated most. Even his brutality against the assassins reflected this aversion.

The problem was that subduing them without killing them wouldn’t be easy.

The face of the demented one returning towards him was slightly deformed.

It meant that he hadn’t cushioned the fall well. That is, his face and neck had absorbed all the impact, but even so, he was getting up without problems to threaten him.

It was obvious that cutting off a couple of limbs wouldn’t stop them.

-Ugh…

Wei Yanho emitted a groan.

*”Can I even call them enemies?”*

If they were determined to defeat him, he wouldn’t have hesitated. He wouldn’t mind cutting off heads or breaking spines.

But now there was no “determination” in them. Only the instinct to tear everything around them apart. Snatching their lives in this state… felt uncomfortable.

-Tch.

Wei Yanho clicked his tongue and shouted:

-Hey, the sword sheath!

-Huh?

-Pass me the sheath!

He threw the sword he was holding and caught the sheath that Jegal Munin threw to him.

-I did what I could. If they complain after they get up with a few broken bones, it’s not my fault.

Infusing energy into the sheath, which now shone with a whitish glow, Wei Yanho walked forward.

Although he had reflected a lot, the conclusion was simple. He couldn’t leave them like this. If the result was bad despite his efforts, he would have to accept it. If they were unlucky, they would die. If they were lucky, they would live.

The demented ones, feeling Wei Yanho’s aura, screamed frantically. But, unable to attack, they retreated hesitantly.

However, it was only a moment.

-GAAAHHH!

With a desperate scream, the demented ones charged towards Wei Yanho at full speed.

It was a bestial onslaught, like predators hunting their prey. Wei Yanho’s eyes cooled as he saw it.

The demonic aura.

A dark, thick energy emanated from their bodies. Annoyed by that viscous sensation, Wei Yanho squeezed the sheath tightly.

ZZZZZUM!

The sheath vibrated, as if it couldn’t contain the excessive energy that Wei Yanho had infused into it. Containing its tremor, Wei Yanho raised it and advanced.

-HAAAH!

Upon hitting the thigh of the approaching demented one, his leg bent at an unnatural angle, spinning in the air like a top.

-T-that…!

The Poison King, who arrived late and saw what Wei Yanho was doing, began to foam at the mouth.

-HAAAH!

Wei Yanho’s sheath danced in the air with fury.

PAK! PAK! PAK! PAK!

Whoever saw it might think he was a martial master playing a drum. If instead of people they had been dogs, it would have looked like a brutal beating from the leader of the Beggar Sect.

There couldn’t have been a more energetic beating.

But, unfortunately, those receiving the blows were humans, and the spectators could only writhe in frustration.

*”Wow, this is serious.”*

Wei Jeonghan also grimaced.

Of course, he understood. Wei Yanho’s attacks weren’t lethal, as they seemed. All that display was to protect his opponents.

By not being able to aim directly at vital points and having to adjust his blows to avoid killing them, the result was this violent choreography.

But only those who could see beyond the spectacle understood this. For the rest…

-T-that…!

-He’s killing them! He’s killing them all!

The spectators, horrified, pointed at Wei Yanho as he continued his performance.

For those who didn’t have the ability to analyze the technique, they only saw Wei Yanho savagely beating the Tang Family disciples as if they were dogs.

*Gulp.*

Here and there, dry swallows were heard.

And also…

-Die! Die! Finally die!

*”…This damn crazy.”*

Wei Jeonghan covered his face in despair.