Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 467

**Chapter 467: The Lazy One Proves It (2)**

Giving up isn’t that difficult. But in this world, there are people incapable of even that. Cheok Sugwang was exactly that kind of person.

If he had given up even once, he wouldn’t be here now. He would have become a handful of dirt in some blood-stained wasteland.

But Cheok Sugwang couldn’t give up. His character, his will, refused to allow it.

Now was no different.

He had already sensed how strong Wei Yanho was. It wasn’t a difference that could be overcome with improvisation. Although his youthful appearance might make some laugh, Wei Yanho wasn’t someone he could face.

An absolute master.

Before him stood an absolute master who transcended the gap of experience.

The only thing he could do was wield his sword, futilely, against that absolute master and accept defeat.

But…

So what?

Shouldn’t he fight because it was obvious he would lose?

Should he wait eternally for a moment of victory that might never come?

*”Nonsense.”*

For one who wields a sword, there exists the possibility of victory. However minimal it may be, even if it took a thousand years to achieve, the possibility existed.

But for one who doesn’t wield his sword, that possibility doesn’t even exist.

Cheok Sugwang didn’t expect the future.

He had discarded any idea of gaining anything from this duel. This was a combat. A fight in which one threw their entire body to take down the opponent.

**”Huuu…”**

Wei Yanho moved his sword slightly.

*”Pathetic.”*

He didn’t change his expression. Showing his disappointment to Cheok Sugwang would have been a grave disrespect. However brash Wei Yanho was, he wasn’t so insensitive as to belittle an opponent who gave himself completely to the combat.

Even so, a flash of disappointment could be seen on his face. So great was the disappointment Wei Yanho felt at that moment.

*”It doesn’t flow.”*

The flow of energy wasn’t natural.

Different types of sword streams should connect as if they had been one from the beginning, but each one abruptly cut off, as if they were disconnected.

It seemed that Cheok Sugwang was already impacted by that, but that was only possible because his opponent was him.

What if instead of Cheok Sugwang, the Bishop was in front of him?

Would the Bishop let pass that instant in which Wei Yanho’s sword changed?

*”Impossible.”*

Wei Yanho gave a bitter smile.

A mastered Six Harmonies Sword is better than an unmastered Tai Chi Wisdom Sword. A superior martial art poorly executed could be worse than a simple stab.

In that sense, the sword that Wei Yanho used now was absolute chaos. It was so terrible that it could only be described as appalling.

What if his master saw it?

*”He wouldn’t even get angry.”*

He would simply look at him with an expression of disbelief, as if the sky had collapsed.

The image of his master appeared before Wei Yanho. His master had an expression that said, *”Did I really raise a disciple like you?”*

Anger washed over him.

*”It’s not that big of a deal.”*

It was just that it was the first time he was using it and he wasn’t familiar. With practice, the clumsiness would disappear and it would become natural.

And right in front of him, the perfect opponent for that practice was staring at him.

**”Huuuu.”**

Wei Yanho took a deep breath again.

It was a ritual to focus.

**”I don’t know if this is correct.”**

The tension on Wei Yanho’s face relaxed for a moment, and a spark of mischief returned to his eyes.

What did he know?

He had named this “Infinity Sword” for convenience, but he wasn’t sure if it was really the Infinity Sword of the Great Family of the Infinity Sword.

*”Probably not.”*

The Infinity Sword gathered the essence of all the swords in the world, but it wasn’t a single form. Maybe it was called that because it had ten thousand different forms.

It didn’t matter.

Although it was only the beginning, Wei Yanho had touched the edge of the Infinity Sword.

For now, he could only unite and make countless sword principles flow, but as his sword deepened, these fragmented techniques would merge into one.

Then, perhaps the illusory sword he had seen in his dreams would materialize in his hands. What if he achieved that?

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call him invincible.

*”Except in front of my master, of course.”*

Even so, he couldn’t beat him.

Wei Yanho relaxed.

The more he learned, the more he mastered, the higher his master seemed to become. It was the perfect example of the phrase: *”You only see what you know.”*

And he had belittled and provoked him… Of course, he got beaten up for it.

**”So, how could I be scared?”**

Wei Yanho looked at Cheok Sugwang with serene eyes.

Cheok Sugwang was strong. And his determination and will in combat were worthy of respect. Anyone would have been intimidated by his ferocity.

But Wei Yanho could respect him, not fear him.

How could someone who had learned by taking hits from a dragon be scared by how sharp an eel’s fangs were?

Cheok Sugwang had run into the wrong opponent.

If it had been someone of his same level, like Tang Cheongun or the Supreme Sovereign, it would have been easier. Because Wei Yanho was, basically, someone who had left his sense of fear in a cave.

**”You better be careful.”**

Wei Yanho waved the tip of his sword.

**”It’s the first time I’m doing this, so I might not be able to control it. If you die, don’t blame me.”**

**”Keuk, keuk, keuk.”**

Cheok Sugwang laughed with joy.

Was what he had shown until now not everything?

What else could he show?

**”Anything is fine.”**

Cheok Sugwang tightly gripped his sword.

He had no intention of just admiring what his opponent showed. He was fighting a combat, he wasn’t a spectator.

He would break anything. He would take down anything.

That was the will of Cheok Sugwang.

And at that moment, Wei Yanho began to move.

**”¡Hup!”**

Light.

Like the sun that bursts forth when a curtain is drawn, the white light that erupted from Wei Yanho’s sword was already about to reach his neck.

There was no time to think. Before his brain could process it, his body was already moving.

The decision that Cheok Sugwang’s body made was simple:

**Fall.**

Like a lazy donkey rolling on the ground, Cheok Sugwang’s body fell. None of his sword techniques could counteract that. So he had to avoid it.

There was no time or need to worry about pride. In the instant he raised his head after rolling on the ground…

**¡Kwaaaaang!**

It spilled.

Each of them was a sword aura.

Each of them was an energy sword.

A sharp sword light, charged with energy, enveloped Cheok Sugwang’s entire body.

They weren’t illusions.

The sword flashes that fell like a waterfall were all masses of pure energy.

He retreated.

Without even getting up, Cheok Sugwang used his arms and legs to push himself and crawl backwards, retreating again and again.

**¡Kwaaaaang!**

The moment the rays of light touched the ground, everything shattered. The ground, paved with solid blue stone, stirred like mud and then burst, shattering.

It was a scene as if the world was collapsing.

And that wasn’t all.

Breaking through the blinding rays of light, Wei Yanho launched himself into the air.

Wrapped in light, wielding his sword, Wei Yanho looked like a god of war.

Cheok Sugwang couldn’t even think of resisting and was left speechless.

Here was light, a sword, and an invincible swordsman wielding a sword of light.