Chapter 594

**Chapter 594: The Lazy One to the Rescue (4)**

“Uh, well…”

Deoksam decided to try and understand the situation.

Like, what was happening was… uh, like…

*’I can’t figure it out.’*

For his brain, this was too much.

While he was trying to process it, the swordsmen from Baekgeom Fortress went flying like balls kicked by neighborhood kids, and the swordsman who had been threatening him now looked like an idiot, with his mouth open in shock.

How was he supposed to understand this?

And besides…

“How annoying.”

Something was slowly approaching.

Deoksam felt it instinctively.

Beggars aren’t lucky, so they have to be quick to pick up on signals. His instinct and insight, which had allowed him to avoid starvation until now, clearly told him:

*Something huge is coming.*

*Gulp.*

The thick undergrowth parted slightly, and a leg appeared, stretching forward. Then, following the movement, a torso peeked out. Deoksam tilted his head curiously.

*’A kid?’*

No, no. He wasn’t a kid. He didn’t give that impression of extreme youth. He seemed to be in his twenties, so it would be more correct to call him young.

But a young man?

The moment he saw the newcomer, the confusion in Deoksam’s mind increased.

*’Like…’*

Probably, that young man was the one who had launched the swordsmen from Baekgeom Fortress. But how could a young man handle those guys so easily?

They were swordsmen from Baekgeom Fortress.

Not even those from Wudang or Mount Hua could face them so easily… no, to be honest, they would have to yield at least one move.

And a simple young man had kicked them like balls?

*’Could there be someone else behind?’*

It was possible.

Just because he had come out first didn’t mean that he was the one who had defeated them. That would be assuming too much. Perhaps the real culprit was hidden. It was a logical deduction.

But Deoksam’s conclusion was different.

*’That face…’*

A clear expression, full of annoyance.

A face that, although handsome, was ruined by the boredom and irritation it conveyed.

He had heard rumors about a young man with that face. No, actually, he had heard them too many times.

Like, the name of someone with that face was…

*’Wei Yanho!’*

Deoksam opened his eyes wide and stared at the young man.

*’Could it be him?’*

There was no other possibility.

If it hadn’t been him, he wouldn’t have shown so much annoyance in front of the swordsmen from Baekgeom Fortress. A puppy that growls in front of a tiger ends up devoured.

*’So that guy is really Wei Yanho?’*

Deoksam even forgot his pain at the absurdity of the situation.

Wei Yanho.

He had heard that name until he was sick of it. Since he first appeared in the Great Hanrim Academy, each of his acts had been extraordinary.

A monster that shook the world.

And a beast that was better not to get involved with.

In the Beggar Sect, they classified him as a special-level threat.

Deoksam stared at Wei Yanho, who, after pushing his way through the undergrowth, shook his head from side to side and shouted:

“Hey, you!”

“Jeez…”

“Where do you think you’re brandishing that sword?! Do you want to die?! It’s because of me that you’re still alive, if it were someone good, what would have happened?!”

*'”Someone good” comes out of that mouth normally?’*

So he’s not good?

“Anyway, young people today have no common sense.”

Considering Wei Yanho’s age, there was a serious error in calling others “young people today,” but whatever.

He was alive.

Deoksam reached out and grabbed Jonggu. If he could make it there…

“Gggggh…”

Jonggu convulsed.

“Looks like it hurts.”

Wei Yanho looked at Jonggu and Deoksam, then turned his head back.

“Hey, beggar!”

“What?!”

“There are injured beggars here!”

“What?! Injured beggars? I’m coming!”

Wow, how unpleasant to hear it like that.

Deoksam, without realizing it, pursed his lips.

He knew he was a beggar, the world knew it, everyone knew it, but being treated like that so directly made him feel… like a beggar.

From among the bushes came a beggar who looked familiar to him.

It was a situation to be surprised about, but Deoksam wasn’t. Since he suspected that the irritable young man in front of him was Wei Yanho, it was obvious that that beggar would be with him.

“Deoksam?”

“…Jangil.”

“Hey, are you badly hurt?”

“…”

What to say.

Was he seriously asking that?

*’Why did the Beggar King choose this guy as Jangil?’*

They were of similar age and shared traits, so they got along as friends, but at times like this he couldn’t understand why this guy was the “Jangil.”

“This way. Hey, come over here.”

Hey, there’s a sword pointing at me, idiot!

Do I have to tell you with my own words?!

“Come without fear. This guy has no manners, but his skill is real.”

“Jeez…”

Deoksam looked at Wei Yanho in surprise.

*’Has this beggar gone crazy?’*

It was Wei Yanho.

That “this guy” he was referring to, that “no manners,” was none other than the feared “Radiant Sword”, Wei Yanho.

*’If Wei Yanho is here, it means he escaped from the Demon Cult…’*

So how many achievements did he have already?

In addition to all his exploits, he had defeated the Poison King and sent the Heavenly Flowing Sword to the hospital bed. No one in history had shown such power in such a short time.

And he was calling him “this guy”?

This beggar?

It was something that only someone who had lost their mind could say.

But the strange thing was the reaction of “this guy.”

Even though he had been directly disrespected, he didn’t seem annoyed. On the contrary, he seemed quite content, as if saying: *”Yes, I have no manners, but I have skill”*.

He didn’t understand it.

He really didn’t understand it.

With a feeling of resignation, Deoksam guided Jonggu limping forward. If they wanted to stab him, let them do it.

But, as Jangil had said, the swordsmen from Baekgeom Fortress didn’t move. No, rather, they *couldn’t* move.

With Wei Yanho standing there, full of irritation, who would dare to provoke him?

*’In the martial world, power and reputation are everything.’*

Deoksam understood it clearly now.

“Ah, this guy… is badly injured.”

Jangil frowned when he saw Jonggu’s condition.

“What about the others?”

“They went ahead.”

“…And those who are left?”

“What are you asking?”

Deoksam’s voice also reflected irritation and resentment.

“I see.”

Jangil looked with sharp eyes at the only swordsman from Baekgeom Fortress who was still standing.

“Should I thank you? For killing beggars who would only live begging as miserable wretches?”

When Jangil advanced, grinding his teeth, Wei Yanho extended an arm to stop him.

“Calm down, beggar.”

“Let me go. First I’m going to beat that guy to death.”

“I don’t care, but now is not the time. Something is coming behind.”

“Tch.”

Jangil hit the ground hard.

*Boom!* The ground shook.

*’What…?’*

Deoksam opened his eyes wide.

*’When did Jangil get so strong?’*

Although he was the “Jangil,” in terms of martial skill he was not exceptional among the beggars. He only excelled in light techniques.

In the first place, for a branch leader of the Beggar Sect, strength was not the most important thing. There were many who could fight. A leader needed to be quick on his feet and have a sharp mind. The ability to gather information and extract the crucial points, along with social skills, was the main thing.

So there was no need to be strong.

But what Jangil had just shown was beyond what Deoksam could imitate. Before he thought that, although at a disadvantage, he could win five or six out of a hundred fights. Now, he wouldn’t even dare to face him.

*’Could he have found a Miracle Ginseng?’*

Although that wasn’t the important thing now.

“Is this the rearguard?”

“Yes.”

“Then they must be arriving already.”

“Sure.”

Jangil sighed deeply.

“Ah, my destiny… how is it that I don’t have a single day of peace?”

“You’ll be peaceful when you’re in a coffin.”

“Ah, come on, what are you saying.”

While they were talking, the undergrowth parted and more people appeared.

“It seems there are no more enemies on the other side.”

*’Wei Jeonghan!’*

He recognized him instantly. It was the ‘Sword of the Righteous Hero’, Wei Jeonghan.

A renowned hero in the martial world. Before, he was famous as the father of the ‘Demon-Expelling Sword’ Wei Sanho, more than for being the leader of the Wei Family of Guangdong.

And now, even more famous for being the father of the ‘Radiant Sword’ Wei Yanho.

*’That man is a top-tier figure.’*

Wei Jeonghan’s status had not increased only because he was the father of Wei Yanho or Wei Sanho.

In reality, he was someone who did not benefit from his family connections. Wei Sanho was too upright to help his father if it wasn’t fair.

And Wei Yanho… well, better not to talk about that.

In any case, the reason why Wei Jeonghan had gained so much prestige was because he was the only person in the martial world who could control Wei Yanho.

“That guy is like a natural disaster. He doesn’t distinguish allies from enemies, he has no reason. He’s like a typhoon that strikes without warning. For those who rule the world, there is nothing more problematic.”

That was the evaluation of the leader of the Beggar Sect.

From that perspective, Wei Jeonghan was like an immortal capable of weakening typhoons and stopping floods. How could he not be important?

“There’s no one here either.”

And behind him…

*’Peng Dogeuk!’*

The heir of the Peng Family of Hebei!

“There’s no one here either.”

The young master of the Jegal Family, Jegal Munin.

“Amitabha, there is no one.”

And even Musan, the candidate for the next abbot of the Shaolin Temple.

*’Not just impressive, but incredible.’*

They weren’t the current leaders of the martial world, but in the future they would be. Seeing them together was a sight to behold.

But…

“Hurry up, damn it!”

Wei Yanho was shooting sparks from his eyes.

“How hard is it to check and come back?! You were going to escape if the situation got ugly, right?!”

“…Seriously, your personality is…”

Wei Jeonghan shook his head in exasperation.

Although such important figures were present, they all paled before the presence of Wei Yanho.

In skill, of course…

And… well… in other aspects too.

“I’m glad they’re more scattered than I thought.”

Wei Jeonghan spoke, but Jegal Munin shook his head.

“It’s not that they’re scattered, it’s that resistance was impossible. If they were caught, there was no fight, just massacre. That’s why there are no traces of battle.”

“Mmm…”

“It seems they acted with brutality. I didn’t expect them to go to this extreme.”

Hearing that, Deoksam gritted his teeth.

He remembered the swordsmen from Baekgeom Fortress chasing them, as if they had no heart.

*Tap.*

Jangil put a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry. We’ll take care of avenging them.”

Deoksam was about to speak, with tears in his eyes, when…

“…You?”

With a mocking tone, Jangil shouted and launched himself towards Wei Yanho.

As he watched them fight, Deoksam swallowed his tears.

*’The real danger may just be beginning.’*

For him… and for the entire martial world.