Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 466

**Chapter 466: The lazy One Proves It (1)**

**Chwaaaak!**

The light splits.

With a sound similar to fabric tearing, Cheok Sugwang’s sword divided the radiance emitted by Wei Yanho.

It was an impressive sight.

A sword capable of cutting light? Who could have imagined such a thing?

However, everyone present saw it with their own eyes.

If viewed in reverse, it was like a dragon ascending as it cleaved a giant waterfall. Which of the two images was more astonishing?

The answer came soon.

**”Aaaahhh!”**

A heart-wrenching scream, as if Cheok Sugwang were squeezing out every last drop of his strength, echoed in the air. Meanwhile, Wei Yanho, without altering his posture, calmly watched Cheok Sugwang swoop down upon him.

And then, a single cut.

A lightning-fast sword flew towards the body of Cheok Sugwang, who had barely managed to pierce the beam of light. Wei Yanho had not allowed even the slightest space, a gap as thin as a thread created by the unleashed force.

**”Argh!”**

In the instant that Cheok Sugwang twisted his body to deflect the sword coming at him…

**—Ssshh.**

Wei Yanho’s sword disappeared like an illusion.

**Illusory sword?**

Then, suddenly, the sword emerged right in front of his chin. Cheok Sugwang couldn’t even scream before his body contorted backward.

**—Schk.**

Although he couldn’t dodge it completely, a line of blood appeared from his neck to his chin. Without even time to worry about the wound, Cheok Sugwang brandished his sword.

If this continued, he would fall without even being able to attack a single time. Despair and urgency permeated his poison-laced sword. But in this world, there are things that can be achieved with determination and others that cannot.

Gritting his teeth, Cheok Sugwang raised his head, but the strength in his grip faded.

*”This… is an illusion.”*

A sea of swords.

Hundreds, thousands of blades were bearing down on him.

Even Cheok Sugwang, who had lived his entire life in the forests of swords, felt nauseous for a moment. How was he supposed to escape this sea of swords?

His instinct screamed at him: *”They are not all real. There are real and fake cuts mixed in. Find the real ones.”* But Cheok Sugwang couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh.

Yes, they wouldn’t all be real.

But Wei Yanho could change the nature of his sword in an instant. The moment he distinguished between the real and the fake, the nature of the cuts would change again. In that instant, everything would lose meaning.

So, what was he supposed to do?

The sea of swords rushed towards him. Like a roaring wave covering the beach with white foam, the twisted and undulating swords completely filled his vision.

In such a situation, there was only one option.

**”Li Dai Tao Jiang”** (Let another die in your place).

Give flesh to save the bone.

Although Cheok Sugwang had always lived treating every duel as a battle to the death, he never imagined that today he would put his life on the line. But once the decision was made, he couldn’t waver.

**—Grind.**

Clenching his teeth, Cheok Sugwang launched himself into the sea of swords. He didn’t care if his limbs were severed. If he managed to plunge his sword into his enemy’s neck, it would be a good trade.

**—Uuuuung!**

The sword screamed.

The blade he had pushed with force could not withstand the pressure. It wasn’t his style to mistreat his weapon, but this was no time to worry about that. If he tried to protect his sword, he would die. With a somber expression, Cheok Sugwang plunged into the sea of swords.

And then…

**—Puf!**

The sea of blades suddenly opened, and Wei Yanho emerged from it, launching a kick to Cheok Sugwang’s chest.

Cheok Sugwang was launched helplessly, rolling across the ground. In the instant he tried to gather strength to attack, Wei Yanho had taken advantage of the opening to kick him. There was no opportunity to counterattack.

**”Cough!”**

Cheok Sugwang, now on the ground, spat blood. He had been attacked while channeling his energy, causing his qi and blood to flow in reverse. His eyes reflected disbelief and terror.

**”…This is insane.”**

If someone else had said this, it wouldn’t have been strange. But the one who uttered it was none other than Peng Dogeuk.

**”Isn’t it as you thought?”**

Jangil, hearing Peng Dogeuk’s murmur, grabbed his sleeve as if seeking confirmation. Peng Dogeuk nodded without being able to react properly.

**”It seems so.”**

The atmosphere had become heavy.

They were in the Tang Manor, and the tension between Cheok Sugwang and the Tang family was evident in their expressions. Probably, most of those present wished for Cheok Sugwang to be humiliated by Wei Yanho. Thus, other factions would understand why Tang Cheongun had lost to Wei Yanho.

The only way not to be ridiculed after falling into the mud is to drag others down with you.

But the atmosphere was not favorable.

Everyone had a tense face.

*”It’s understandable.”*

The Tang family hated Cheok Sugwang.

But that also meant that, in a way, they respected him. The martial world was like that. It wasn’t a place where hatred was wasted on someone incompetent.

However, it was now obvious that Cheok Sugwang was being dominated by Wei Yanho.

As much as they tried to see the positive side, Cheok Sugwang’s split chin and the scarlet threads of blood flowing ceaselessly from his mouth prevented it.

But the reason why Jangil and Peng Dogeuk were surprised was another.

They already knew the outcome of this duel from the beginning.

Cheok Sugwang was strong. Although his position as leader of the Righteous Heavenly Alliance was partly due to the lack of competition, it wasn’t a title that was easily earned.

But Wei Yanho was stronger.

As absurd as it sounded, none of those who had observed Wei Yanho believed that he would lose against Cheok Sugwang.

Cheok Sugwang was strong, and his martial art was full of variables. But Wei Yanho was too powerful for those variables to overcome him.

An expected victory.

It was only a matter of how much it would cost, but it was a battle that Wei Yanho would undoubtedly win.

But this was different. They hadn’t anticipated this.

Neither Jangil, nor Peng Dogeuk, nor even Musan, with his tense face, had imagined that Wei Yanho would dominate Cheok Sugwang in such a one-sided manner.

And they had seen Wei Yanho fight the Bishop with all his might.

**”Did he become stronger in such a short time?”**

**”To an absurd degree.”**

Jangil shook his head.

He hadn’t reached the level Wei Yanho was at. But martial arts were not something that could only be measured upon reaching that level.

Wei Yanho was strong. But if this were the Wei Yanho who fought against the Bishop, he wouldn’t have been able to dominate Cheok Sugwang in this way.

He could assure that.

**”Also, something has changed.”**

**”Certainly. How to put it…?”**

Peng Dogeuk frowned slightly before speaking.

**”What was once chaotic now seems more organized… or perhaps more chaotic. I don’t know how to explain it.”**

Then, Musan, who had remained silent until now, spoke.

**”He has acquired direction.”**

**”Yes, that’s it.”**

Peng Dogeuk nodded vigorously.

Observing the way Wei Yanho fought now gave that impression.

He was incredibly strong, but before his strength seemed aimless.

It was like a huge dam full of water with no outlet.

But now that dam had broken.

The accumulated water began to flow with terrifying force.

**”Becoming so strong in such a short time?”**

Musan shook his head at Jangil’s words.

**”That’s not it.”**

**”Eh?”**

**”It’s not that he has become stronger now. He was already strong before, but he didn’t know how to use his strength.”**

**”What do you mean?”**

**”It’s like someone who, after wielding a sword for the first time, one day discovers that the blade is inside the sheath. Wei Yanho has just drawn the sword from its sheath for the first time.”**

**”…”**

**”Of course, he will have also become stronger. But you know how much more powerful a master of his level becomes when he understands something new.”**

**”Damn it.”**

Jangil gritted his teeth.

**”While others wander through mountains and valleys or undergo hellish training to reach that understanding, that guy achieved it while lying down, being lazy!”**

Musan slightly narrowed his eyes.

**”It is his destiny.”**

**”Destiny my foot!”**

Peng Dogeuk spoke softly.

**”I always had that doubt.”**

The gazes of those present turned to him.

**”Wei Yanho’s sword lacked context. It seemed to contain everything, but at the same time it gave the feeling of having nothing. I wondered what the hell his master was thinking when teaching him something like that.”**

**”What do you mean? He turned that brat into a monster.”**

**”Yes. But think about it. If Wei Yanho had dedicated that time to practicing only fast swordsmanship, what would have happened?”**

**”…”**

Jangil didn’t respond immediately. He couldn’t imagine it.

**”At least he would be twice as strong. Learning from everything has a cost. But whoever his master is couldn’t ignore that. If he is stronger than Wei Yanho, why did he teach him something like that? A force without direction or purpose, absurd in its magnitude. And now, that chaos has found a path. So, what the hell is he…?”**

Peng Dogeuk closed his mouth firmly.

What kind of sword would Wei Yanho draw from that chaos?

The answer was before his eyes.

Where Peng Dogeuk’s gaze landed, Cheok Sugwang was panting, exhausted.

*”Hold on a little longer.”*

So that we can see more.

**”…He doesn’t seem human.”**

Cheok Sugwang’s comment about Wei Yanho was simple.

He had no intention of praising him just because he was losing. Among all those he had met, alive and dead, he could count at least twenty stronger than Wei Yanho at this moment.

And if he included those he didn’t know, how many in the world would be stronger than Wei Yanho?

The world was vast, and there were more hidden masters than known ones. In pure terms of strength, Wei Yanho didn’t deserve his admiration.

But Cheok Sugwang felt genuine praise towards Wei Yanho.

No, perhaps this praise wasn’t for Wei Yanho, but for his master. Whoever he was, he had created a monster.

Unlike his carefree behavior, when Wei Yanho wielded a sword, he was the embodiment of the ideal of a swordsman. Cold, unperturbed.

The cunning of someone who had fought thousands of battles was already present in him at his age. And Wei Yanho didn’t stop there. His youth and vigor mixed with that carved perfection, creating a living sculpture before his eyes.

*”An ideal…”*

Cheok Sugwang gave a bitter smile.

*”I wanted to be like that too.”*

Not as he was now.

Cheok Sugwang had pride in himself, but if he could go back and choose between a famous school or being a vagabond, he wouldn’t hesitate to be a disciple of a great sect.

**”You’ve rested enough. Come on, again.”**

That’s why it felt unfair to him.

He hadn’t achieved what he desired, while that brat was achieving it.

So… at least he had to leave a scar on that perfect face. It was the only way to prove that his life dedicated to the sword had been worth it.

Cheok Sugwang’s hand, gripping his sword, tensed.