CLS-Chapter 534

Chapter 534:

Unlike Wei Jeong-han’s burning impatience, Wei Yan-ho was genuinely surprised.

“Ah, no, what is this?”

Wei Yan-ho blinked his eyes like a startled cow and tilted his head in confusion.

“This isn’t right?”

That wasn’t his intention. He really just meant to lightly swing and push away. It was like swinging a fly swatter to chase away a fly, only to have the roof blown away.

Wei Jeong-han and Jang-il looked at him with reproachful eyes. But Wei Yan-ho truly felt wronged. Even if he said a hundred times that wasn’t his intention, it was obvious they wouldn’t believe him.

“Ah, that’s not it?”

“What’s not?”

“I didn’t do that?”

“If you didn’t do it, who did? You heartless bastard.”

“Elder abuser! A guy whose blood boils whenever he sees an old man!”

“……This is driving me crazy.”

With all the sins he’d committed up to now, his excuses wouldn’t work.

Wei Yan-ho swallowed hard as he looked at the destroyed central road and main gate.

Of course, it wasn’t impossible if he set his mind to it. Though destructive power doesn’t necessarily prove the level of martial arts, Wei Yan-ho’s martial arts were specialized in destructive aspects as well. If he really tried, he could produce even greater force than this.

But the problem was that he had absolutely no intention of doing so.

It was problematic when the intended force didn’t come out, but it was equally problematic when more force than intended came out. It meant his balance was broken.

‘Is it Qi deviation?’

What did I even do!

Wei Yan-ho quickly examined his body’s condition. But contrary to his concerns, he didn’t feel anything particularly strange. If his balance was broken this much, Wei Yan-ho couldn’t have failed to notice.

‘Then what’s the problem?’

Wei Yan-ho’s eyes stopped at one place as he looked around. Nothing had changed. If there was one thing that had changed…….

Wei Yan-ho lowered his head to look at his sword.

The sword shining with white light.

His beloved weapon.

All of Wei Yan-ho’s suspicions turned toward the sword. It was a sword that didn’t seem much different from the past. He had swung it naturally because it felt so natural in his hand.

But looking at it now, even if it was different, it was incredibly different.

While he could overlook the fact that it shone more brightly than in the past, he couldn’t ignore that the sword in his hand felt completely different from before.

Hadn’t it already been disobedient?

Yes It had.

The problem was that Wei Yan-ho hadn’t felt it at all. Now that he focused on the sword, he wondered why he hadn’t noticed. Everything about it was different from his sword of the past. Even the texture touching his fingertips was different.

Yet Wei Yan-ho hadn’t felt anything strange at all. Considering that a martial artist becomes sensitive to everything as their level increases, this should have been impossible.

Still, he hadn’t sensed anything wrong because this sword felt as natural as part of his hand. As if it had been born to be held in his hand from the beginning.

“Unbelievable.”

Wei Yan-ho swished the sword in his hand back and forth.

And the aftermath was terrible.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

“Hey, you crazy bastard!”

Sharp Sword Qi extending from the sword tip sliced through buildings like paper. Like a sharp razor blade cutting through a house made of paper.

“What?”

Wei Yan-ho blinked as he looked at the sword.

“You crazy bastard! What are you doing!”

“Are you trying to kill someone!”

Wei Yan-ho felt wronged.

“No, I didn’t put any force into it? I just swung it……”

“Then why is it like that?”

“……That’s what I’m wondering.”

Wei Yan-ho looked at the sword with bewildered eyes.

He had heard that holding a proper sword would let him see a different world, but this wasn’t that kind of ‘different world’! It really threw a person into a different world.

Wei Yan-ho tried gently infusing the sword with energy. At that moment, the white sword began humming as it emitted Sword Qi over a foot long.

“Geez.”

Wei Yan-ho laughed helplessly.

“This is a bit too much. It should make sense.”

Wei Jeong-han and Jang-il had similar reactions.

“Hey, that seems a bit wrong.”

“Throw it away, throw it away. You should throw away something like that.”

He had heard that a divine weapon of the highest order could raise one’s martial arts by a level, but wasn’t this a bit too much? It was a sight that made one understand why martial artists searched through remote mountains and valleys like herb gatherers looking for divine weapons.

Moreover, this wasn’t just any ordinary divine weapon.

Baek Mu-han’s beloved weapon. A divine weapon among divine weapons, remade by the world’s greatest craftsman to fit Wei Yan-ho, using a treasured sword unparalleled under heaven.

But such a divine weapon…….

Wei Yan-ho looked at the sword with a very uncomfortable expression.

Obtaining a divine weapon that amplified energy and made it sharper could be called the greatest fortune for a martial artist. But at this moment, whether obtaining this sword was truly a fortune needed some consideration.

‘I really can’t control it……’

For now, thinking he shouldn’t carelessly swing the sword, Wei Yan-ho sheathed it, and Jang-il and Wei Jeong-han cautiously approached him.

“Is it because of that?”

“It seems so.”

“……Does that make sense?”

“I know, right. It shouldn’t make sense, but it does.”

Jang-il felt like crying.

‘Don’t give something like that to a guy like this!’

He was already hard enough to handle. If someone had a conscience, shouldn’t they keep such a precious item away from Wei Yan-ho? How are we supposed to handle it when Wei Yan-ho has such an absurd weapon?

“I wondered where you sold it, why did it turn out like that?”

“The Dang Family’s blacksmith grandfather said even if it was completely unusable, he’d remake it……”

“Is he a divine being?”

Wei Jeong-han muttered blankly. Otherwise, how could it be explained?

“I think it’s because the sword was originally strange.”

“The sword?”

“Yes. It was the sword my master used. It was made from some unknown metal, but since my master made it himself, it was a mess. So I think he remade it, but the result is, well…… a bit……”

“Scary.”

“Yes.”

Wei Yan-ho looked down at the sword in its sheath with a troubled expression. An excessively sharp blade is dangerous. A sharp pair of scissors sometimes cuts its owner’s hand.

At least he couldn’t use it thoughtlessly like he had before.

Just as he was about to make that resolution, a terrifying sound was heard.

Kuuuuung!

Everyone’s heads turned in unison to one side. Through the rising dust cloud, a man was walking out.

Ma-no, who had been struck by Wei Yan-ho’s attack and sent flying, was walking out seemingly unharmed without taking much damage. No, saying ‘unharmed’ wasn’t quite appropriate.

Disheveled hair and ruined clothes.

And with a face distorted like a demon from hell, who could say he was unharmed?

“He seems angry?”

“He has good reason to be.”

“I’d be angry too if I were him.”

As if everyone’s assessment was correct, Ma-no looked up at the sky and screamed.

“Ahhhhhhhhh! You damn little brat! I’ll kill you!”

Wei Yan-ho sighed as he watched that scene.

“He looked kind.”

“If he were kind, would he be a demon?”

“Do something about this quickly!”

Jang-il stamped his feet.

He had no choice.

When he was restraining his power, he looked like a neighborhood old man who was good at Go, but now that he’d unleashed his power, he was no different from an executioner. Watching the streams of demonic energy pouring out made his spine go cold.

“Wugongshan they said! You damn bastard!”

“……What the hell am I supposed to do with this beggar.”

Wei Yan-ho sighed deeply. Calling this a Small Beggar, what was the Beggar’s Sect Leader thinking when he chose this guy as Small Beggar?

There were many things he wanted to question, but the Beggar’s Sect Leader wasn’t here right now. So he had no choice but to kick Jang-il’s rear.

After sending Jang-il rolling far away, Wei Yan-ho saw Ma-no gathering his full strength. His next move was obvious.

Peoooooong!

The ground beneath his feet exploded.

The floor, unable to withstand the force of legs that contracted and then extended, exploded upward. At the same time, using that recoil, Ma-no charged forward at tremendous speed.

They say demons lose all reason when angry, and he could understand what that meant. The man who had been busy stalling for time just moments ago was now rushing toward Wei Yan-ho with terrifying eyes, as if he couldn’t tolerate Wei Yan-ho breathing for even a moment.

The sound of cutting through the air was explosive.

Even Wei Jeong-han and Jang-il, who weren’t the direct targets of his charge, felt their pores tingle. But Wei Yan-ho himself was calm.

“You’re quite impatient.”

Chang!

Despite his resolution not to use it carelessly, Wei Yan-ho’s sword was drawn again.

Wei Yan-ho’s eyes also grew serious.

Watching those streams of demonic energy pouring out, memories he didn’t want to recall crept into his mind.

“Tsk.”

His expression twisted slightly.

His master had said that obsessing over defeat was foolish, but Wei Yan-ho hadn’t reached such a noble state as his master, so he couldn’t help but be bothered by it.

As suppressed memories revived, irritation welled up.

“Well, I don’t have a hobby of taking out frustration on other people, but……”

Wei Yan-ho’s sword pointed straight at Ma-no.

“Since you’re the one who came charging, don’t resent me.”

Uuuuung.

Dazzling white Sword Light formed on Wei Yan-ho’s sword. Wei Yan-ho clicked his tongue as he saw the Sword Qi extending more than a foot.

‘This won’t be easy to control.’

He felt like he was being controlled by the sword.

Even though he hadn’t particularly applied force or tried to move it, the sword felt like a living carp, stirring on its own. A sword couldn’t have will, and it wasn’t a living being so it couldn’t control him, but the power manifesting beyond his expectations gave him that feeling.

What if he got intoxicated by this power?

His might would increase. But that many gaps would appear.

The martial arts Baek Mu-han had carved into his body was about maintaining the middle path. It was martial arts that someone who got swept away by the sword and charged ahead without looking back could never use.

“Whoop.”

Wei Yan-ho took a light breath and slowly raised his sword upward.

The sword raised above his head.

The sword shone even more brilliantly.

“You braaaaaat!”

Ma-no, filled with dark demonic energy, charged straight at Wei Yan-ho. He charged like a surging black lightning bolt. Wei Yan-ho watched the scene with lowered eyes and then decisively brought down his sword.

He cut.

The black lightning that had been flying threateningly was split exactly in half. The white light Wei Yan-ho emitted cut through the dark demonic energy in one stroke and exposed Ma-no’s vulnerable flesh.

“Wh-what!”

The following slash.

Ma-no’s mouth gaped open at the strike that cut across his waist.

Just two sword strikes.

Two cuts that severed demonic energy and then severed flesh.

Ma-no was sent flying without even being able to scream.

Kwung! Kuuung! Kwung!

Only after smashing through several houses did Ma-no finally stop and collapse on the ground.

Watching him convulse, Wei Jeong-han kept his mouth shut.

“Well, let’s continue what we were doing.”

“Uh…… yeah, l-let’s do that.”

Watching Wei Yan-ho sheath his sword, Wei Jeong-han shook his head.

‘Even if he’s my son, this is really too much.’