Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 498

# 498

The impact was so violent that it seemed to twist the axis of the earth.

The spectators surrounding the battle were thrown back by the shockwave.

“That brainless brute!”

Tang Cheongun cursed under his breath as he was pushed back.

Before his eyes, the nearby pavilion collapsed, unable to withstand the force of the collision.

What kind of people fight in someone else’s house and destroy everything in their path?

As the owner of the property, his heart bled. However, Tang Cheongun could only curse silently, not daring to intervene.

If he approached, not even his bones would remain intact.

The difference in their level was abysmal.

Wei Yanho was still Wei Yanho. But Heavenly Flowing Sword, who blocked his attacks, was also extraordinary.

*That guy wasn’t using his full strength before.*

His speed and destructive power were incomparable to those shown during his duel against Cheok Soogwang. It was as if he had adjusted his level according to his opponent. Cheok Soogwang also seemed to have realized this, as his expression was not pleasant at all.

*It was to be expected.*

Cheok Soogwang was strong. Everyone knew that. Thanks to that strength, he had risen to the position of leader of the Righteous Heavenly Alliance, an incomparable achievement.

But he could not compare to Heavenly Flowing Sword.

If Cheok Soogwang had climbed from the bottom, Heavenly Flowing Sword was already in a higher position from the start. Although many in the martial world looked down on Cheok Soogwang, no one dared to underestimate Heavenly Flowing Sword.

He was simply not well-known.

He did not boast of his fame. Whenever he heard of an expert, he sought them out for a duel. And most of those duels ended in defeat.

**The Sword of a Thousand Defeats.**

A man who lost even against third-class martial artists.

The greatest failure produced by Baekgeom Fortress.

There was a time when they called him that.

Only a few masters noticed how strange the situation was. They won, but their victories did not feel like victories. Heavenly Flowing Sword exposed all their techniques and lost by a narrow margin. Who could call that a victory?

Some began to feel defeated even when winning. Cheok Soogwang was one of them, as was the Sword Sage. The result did not matter. They had seen something else.

**The true skill that Heavenly Flowing Sword had never shown.**

*Will he be able to bring it out?*

Wei Yanho seemed capable.

No matter how much of a Heavenly Flowing Sword he was, he could not afford to be complacent against someone like him.

**BOOOOM!**

Explosions resounded one after another.

Wei Yanho attacked with a ferocity that threatened to completely obliterate Tang Manor.

“This is ridiculous!”

Curses spewed out uncontrollably, but his words were lost in the din.

Just as Tang Cheongun, already on the ground, was trying to shout…

*That damn old man.*

Someone else did it for him.

It was Cheok Soogwang.

Tang Cheongun, relieved, nodded immediately.

“He doesn’t know how to restrain himself!”

“I’m not talking about him. I’m cursing Heavenly Flowing Sword.”

“Huh?”

Tang Cheongun frowned, but Cheok Soogwang didn’t bother to explain.

*Can’t you seriously see it?*

There was no point in explaining it to someone who, even with eyes, was unable to see.

Wei Yanho’s attacks were brutal. So brutal that one doubted that a human being could stand before them.

And yet, Heavenly Flowing Sword blocked them all.

Didn’t they see it?

The way Heavenly Flowing Sword’s sword deflected each of Wei Yanho’s attacks as if they were raindrops.

*Two monsters facing off.*

Cheok Soogwang gritted his teeth.

He had already lost once against Wei Yanho.

Wei Yanho was a monster. Someone who surpassed his understanding. But Heavenly Flowing Sword exchanged blows with him. Although he had been at a disadvantage for a moment, that did not mean he was losing.

Look.

When the dust settled, Heavenly Flowing Sword revealed his condition.

A slightly pale face.

A trickle of blood escaping from his lips.

His white attire was torn in several places, and blood stained the tears.

Superficially, he seemed to have been at a disadvantage.

But that was not all.

*You can’t say he’s at a disadvantage just because of a few superficial wounds.*

Although the wounds looked serious, his internal energy remained unshakeable. In that case, the battle remained balanced.

Heavenly Flowing Sword looked down at his wounds and let out a dry laugh.

“Heh, heh.”

A laugh between the absurd and the admiring.

With that expression, he made his opinion clear before addressing Wei Yanho.

“It’s been ten years since I’ve been wounded, but this is no time to complain about a few scratches. You’re scary. You really are scary.”

He shook his head.

It was not an exaggeration. If he had hesitated a little longer, he would have lost his head without even counterattacking.

*I’ve never seen a sword like that.*

There were stronger people in the world than him. His own brother, the leader of the Great Family of the Infinity Sword, was so powerful that he could not even glimpse his level. And in the Demon Cult, there were undoubtedly many stronger than him.

But no one in the world knew more sword styles than him. He knew that for sure. His life had been dedicated to studying and analyzing all the swords in the world.

That was the reason why he had traveled so much.

His sword was everyone’s sword.

He had to absorb all the sword techniques in the world. But he could not achieve that by staying in one place. He traveled to learn unknown styles and different interpretations of the path of the sword.

Not only in the Central Plains.

He traveled to Yunnan, to the North Sea, even to Tibet.

Wherever there was a master, he went. If he heard rumors of a swordsman with a unique style, he asked for teachings regardless of their level.

He was the person who had witnessed the most sword styles in the world.

And yet, Wei Yanho’s sword was something he had **never** seen before.

“Who was your master?”

“Wow.”

Wei Yanho moved his sword slightly.

“Everyone who fights me ends up asking the same thing. It seems like their curiosity is piqued.”

“It’s natural to feel intrigued.”

“Intrigued?”

Heavenly Flowing Sword nodded.

“Who wouldn’t be when seeing a sword that they have never witnessed before, with power like that? If someone created a new style and brought it to this level, they undoubtedly deserve to be called a great master. That’s why I ask.”

But Wei Yanho only responded with a mocking smile.

“If you don’t even recognize it when you see it, there’s no point in me telling you.”

“How could I know if I’ve never seen it?”

“**You should know it.**”

“… What do you mean?”

“Others might not, but **you** should know it. Baek Geomyeong is too young to understand, but **you** should. That way you would know why I am so furious.”

Wei Yanho’s voice lacked emotion.

But Heavenly Flowing Sword perceived the hidden anger in his words.

*It’s not just because of our alliance with the Demon Cult?*

He had assumed that Wei Yanho was angry because Heavenly Flowing Sword had joined the Demon Cult. But, from what he was saying, there seemed to be another reason.

“Is it because of some resentment with Geomyeong?”

“Do you think that matters?”

Wei Yanho let out a cold laugh.

“It’s not even something that can be called ‘resentment’. **He** may hate me, but **I** have no reason to hate him.”

That was true.

Wei Yanho had interfered time and again in Baek Geomyeong’s plans. But Baek Geomyeong had never harmed him in any way. So, why was he so angry?

“I can’t understand you. If anyone has a resentment, it’s us. Why do **you** hold a grudge against us?”

“If you don’t understand, it doesn’t matter.”

Wei Yanho lowered his sword.

“If you don’t recognize it even when you see it, I’ll have to make you feel it in your flesh. Look closely. **The path they should have followed.**”

That was all.

Without further words, Wei Yanho lunged at Heavenly Flowing Sword. The latter had no choice but to raise his sword and prepare himself.

*The path they should have followed?*

The more he heard it, the less sense it made.

Heavenly Flowing Sword shook his head to clear his doubts.

What was he intending, getting distracted in the middle of the battle? Wei Yanho was not an opponent he could face with his mind elsewhere.

*But he’s not someone I can’t face either.*

At least, they were evenly matched.

If he fought seriously, he would not lose his advantage…

**WHACK!**

Wei Yanho’s sword sliced through the air with a whistle.

*I got distracted again.*

Something was not right.

Heavenly Flowing Sword had fought countless battles. Assimilating the techniques of others into his own style was no easy task. Observing and facing a sword was only scratching the surface. He had to understand its essence.

No one in the world could match his concentration when facing a sword. So, why was it so hard for him to focus today?

*What’s wrong?*

Heavenly Flowing Sword raised his sword.

**CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!**

Wei Yanho’s attacks were dazzling.

What was fast became circular, what was circular transformed into oblique, what was oblique into straight, and what was straight into heavy.

Countless changes of technique in an instant. Any common swordsman would have lost their head at such a display and would have fallen beheaded.

But Heavenly Flowing Sword did not flinch.

What he had to observe was not the sword, but his own body.

No matter the style, in the end, the sword had to touch him. Unless he mastered the *mental sword*, no one could injure without wielding their weapon. So, if he ignored the changes and simply blocked everything that came close, it would be enough.

Of course, it was not easy, but Heavenly Flowing Sword could do it.

**Immobility.**

His sword was immobility.

He fixed his center and took root in the earth. Like an ancient tree that not even the wind of a thousand years could move, he stood firm and received each attack with serenity.

That was enough.

Although Wei Yanho’s sword was dazzling, Heavenly Flowing Sword blocked it like the wind that flows or like the tree that resists.

“It seems like the tide is turning…”

Tang Cheongun’s voice revealed unease. From his perspective, the situation looked complicated. If the battle dragged on, Heavenly Flowing Sword’s experience would give him the advantage.

“Nothing has changed.”

But Cheok Soogwang did not seem to agree.

“Isn’t the difference obvious?”

“It’s because he’s not using his true power yet.”

Who?

Heavenly Flowing Sword? Or Wei Yanho?

Cheok Soogwang spoke firmly.

“Heavenly Flowing Sword’s level surpasses what I imagined. Reaching *immobility* as a swordsman is the pinnacle of perfection. I didn’t know he had come this far.”

“Then…”

“But there’s a problem.”

Cheok Soogwang shook his head.

“No matter how much he has perfected his sword, **his capacity is not enough**. Not even Heavenly Flowing Sword can contain Wei Yanho now. **That guy is a monster.**”

In that instant, the situation changed completely.