The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1287 Five lines of frost rose from the blade of Heavenly Drive that Raon swung, drawing a form that seemed to sharply cut through the sky. Raon Zieghart Style Swordsmanship 1st Form Frost Snap. The first sword technique he had created himself had now passed through maturity and reached a new realm. Raon stepped forward and thrust Heavenly Drive, its frost scattering, into the void. A crimson sphere emerged above the sword tip, then sucked in everything around it before causing a terrifying explosion. Raon Zieghart Style Swordsmanship 2nd Form Heavy Sky Cannon also showed power and range of a different caliber than before. 'That's right.' Raon gently curved his lips as he unfolded his third sword technique, Silver Sword Dream, following Heavy Sky Cannon. 'The answer was always within me.' While the demon kings' Authority had been a great help in many areas, what always played the biggest role in solving problems was the sword he had forged through effort and time. Even though he was confident that something would change if he opened <Pride>, he couldn't focus only on that forever. It was best to find what he could do now and concentrate on that. 'What I should trust above all else is the Martial Prowess I've built up myself.' The demon kings' Authority, the traits gained through Wrath's system, and Artifacts with various abilities were all external things. What could bring about change in the final moment was always one's own power. Chiaaaaang! To uphold his own resolve and enlightenment, Raon continued swinging basic swordsmanship without stopping even after unfolding True Sword, the final form of Raon Zieghart Style Swordsmanship. He continued the flow of swordsmanship like endlessly resonating the <Ring of Fire>. -Here he goes again with this nonsense! Wrath frowned as he watched. -That damn bastard! He keeps swinging his sword whenever he's not working, so there's no time to enjoy meals! He gritted his teeth, saying there was no time to eat food and be happy. 'Don't worry.' Raon displayed a smile opposite to the chillingly fierce sword strikes he unleashed with Fangs of Insanity. 'Once the Temporary head of house duties are finished, I'll eat everything you want to eat.' Though he didn't know the exact time, Glenn would soon finish his seclusion and come up. If he returned the position of head of house to him, there would be more time, so he could fulfill the enjoyable meal and snack time that Wrath wanted. -R-really? Wrath raised his head with wide eyes. -Once that old geezer comes out, we'll go eat right away? 'That's what I said.' Raon waved his hand to tell him to look forward to it, then summoned a mad beast with his sword. He could feel the Heavenly Blade Division swordsmen guarding the great training ground trembling all over from the fierce Killing Intent emanating from his sword. -Then I shall understand with a heart as vast as the sea! It's natural for a Monarch to spend time for his subordinates! Wrath licked his lips, saying that since he was handling the duties of the head of house now, he would accept that request. 'I'm very grateful.' Raon drew a gentle smile and unfolded Blizzard Sword Art wrapped in cool wind following Fangs of Insanity. The frost-wrapped sword strikes extended to heaven and earth, drawing beautiful forms like transparent sculptures. -Don't be sarcastic! Wrath lowered his eyebrows fiercely. -Me waiting is really tremendous consideration! He wrinkled his nose bridge, saying that he had never waited even a single second in the Devildom. 'I'm not being sarcastic though?' Raon calmly shook his head. 'I'm really grateful to you.' It wasn't a lie. If Wrath hadn't advised him not to be buried in <Pride>, he might have continued focusing only on Authority and fallen into mental demons. Thanks to that guy stopping him at the right time, he was able to gain the realization that he needed to find answers within himself. 'If it weren't for you, I would have fallen into mental demons for the first time in a long while.' He had said that he should always trust only his sword, but Wrath was an exception. That demon king whom he could now call a friend without hesitation was no different from another sword of his. 'That's why I'll eat everything you want to eat.' -Huh? Hmm... Wrath opened his mouth wide as if he felt that he was genuinely grateful. -T-that's right? I was expecting all of this! He stuttered, licking his lips as he said he had thought it all through beforehand. He knew it was a lie, but since he had received help, he decided to just let it be. -Ahem! It's true that I considered you as a vessel for the next demon king, but there was actually one clearly lacking part. Wrath opened his mouth with his cheeks reddened as if in a good mood. '......' Raon didn't respond to Wrath's words and continued swinging his sword. Since he thought there were so many things lacking in himself like Martial Prowess, mental strength, and insight, it wouldn't be surprising whatever came up. -It's confidence. Wrath bobbed his chin as if asking whether he knew that. -You are strong, wise, and have excellent patience, but you've always lacked confidence in your sword! He lowered his eyebrows fiercely, saying he had always lacked confidence in his sword. 'I know that too.' Raon calmly nodded while listening to Wrath's scolding. 'Since I always fought against those stronger than me, I lacked conviction despite dedicating everything to sword training.' No, in fact, the memories of living oppressed as Derus's assassin might still be shackling his ankles with unbreakable chains. 'However, there's something I felt this time.' There was something he realized after meeting Pride, the Monarch of Pride, and Heavenly Demon, the pinnacle of the Continent, in succession. 'That it's not far off.' Absolute beings who seemed unreachable even with a lifetime of cultivation. He realized that he had taken his first step into the world of monsters standing at the edge of the sky. Though it was still difficult to stand against them, he was confident he could rise to a level where he could cross swords with them in not too long a time. 'Finally.' Raon drew a gentle smile and raised red flame flowers above Heavenly Drive. Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation Fire Spirit. The sword technique that used to shoot flame fragments like petals created an enormous heat vortex like a midsummer typhoon, dyeing the sky crimson. 'I have confidence.' Confidence that I am strong, and confidence that my efforts are bearing fruit. Through long cultivation and battles, he felt his soul, which Derus Robert had tried to trample and crush, not yielding but blooming even more magnificently. 'It's thanks to you, Wrath.' Raon looked at Wrath again and bowed his head. 'Thanks to your words, I was able to see something deeper rather than the <Pride> that approached before my eyes.' Thanks to Wrath's serious advice, he was able to abandon his obsession with <Pride> and contemplate himself. 'Truly befitting a demon king.' Raon gave Wrath a thumbs up and then raised his sword toward the sky. Jeoooooook! The moment his sword came down tediously slowly, the endlessly magnificent sky split in half along the silver blade. -Ah... Wrath trembled his lips as he watched the sky cut along Raon's sword. -I-I just said that because I was hungry... * * * "Hmm?" Glenn opened one eye during meditation and looked up at the ceiling of the great training ground. "Could it be?" He slightly trembled the hands placed on his knees as if he had noticed something. "Is that so. Already..." Glenn gently curved his lips as if he realized what he had felt. "How unusual." Karoon tilted his head slightly as he looked at Glenn who had opened both eyes. "When father enters meditation, he usually doesn't wake up for at least two days." He narrowed his eyes, saying it was surprising that Glenn had woken from meditation in less than an hour, let alone a day. "What's the matter?" "It seems..." Glenn looked up at the ceiling of the great training ground again. No, toward the surface, drawing a faint smile. "It seems your rival is trying to climb one more step." He nodded gently as if he had noticed Raon's change even from down here. "Pardon...?" Karoon widened his eyes as if asking what he was talking about. "Raon? No, more than that, isn't it impossible to sense external presences from here!" The First Patriarch's great training ground was designed to be cut off from the outside so that external presences couldn't be felt. He couldn't understand how Glenn had sensed Raon's presence. "It's probably because I've grown, and that child has grown as well." Glenn nodded while arranging a strand of hair that had fallen over his forehead. "It seems Raon has returned from a good experience." He even noticed that Raon had grown through external experiences and rolled his wrist. "He's grown again..." Karoon let out a hollow laugh as if he found the statement that Raon had grown absurd. "To become stronger while handling the duties of head of house, what an absurd rival indeed." He shook his head repeatedly, saying that Raon was beyond understanding. "Indeed." Glenn also let out an exclamation as if amazed. "He's someone for whom even 'amazing' is insufficient. However..." He slowly turned his eyes to the right. "Your change is no less than Raon's." Glenn curved his lips as he looked at Karoon's sword that had become redder than his red eyes. "No. I'm still very lacking." Karoon said he was still far behind Raon and began swinging his sword again. "The work I need to do in the future..." Glenn let out a gentle laugh as he felt Raon's presence slowly subsiding and Karoon's aura growing stronger. "Might be greatly reduced." * * * Raon unfolded different sword techniques with Heavenly Drive and Wooden Ring Sword. The two swords sometimes meshed perfectly like gears in a clock, and sometimes scattered without touching each other like oil and water. Raon extended the two swords like his own hands and revealed quietly settled eyes. 'They won't be forgotten.' His role as Temporary head of house, the expectations and fears about war, worries about comrades and subordinates, and the pressure conveyed by the names Heavenly Demon and Chimera all alike wouldn't leave his mind. Originally, when concentrating on swordsmanship, only the sword should be visible, but nothing would release his Mental Image. 'However, despite having worries and anguish...' The sword is following my will more than ever before. Though it seemed like he couldn't concentrate, strangely his sword extended freely as if it could go anywhere in heaven and earth. It seemed his senses had improved even more than when falling into a state of enlightenment. 'What is this?' Raon felt a refreshing sensation that seemed to pierce through his heart that had been constricted by worries and continued unfolding his sword. Heavenly Drive soared as if to reach the sky, and Wooden Ring Sword sank heavily as if to press down the earth. 'How absurd.' Though oppressed by many things, he unknowingly laughed at the strange feeling of also sensing vast freedom. Huuuuuuuk! Raon's sword ultimately cut the unbreakable sky and crushed the inextinguishable earth. What moved within the result of that magnificent sword strike was not the Authority of <Pride>, but the aura he himself had built up since childhood. Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation and Glacier. The heat and cold energy that had endlessly fought began to show larger and sharper fangs through their master's growth. Kugugugugugu!