The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1312 'Whew...' Raon raised his Divine Sword and Demonic Sword and held his breath. 'I'll go all out from the beginning.' Azazel had said that Uriel was not in perfect condition right now. Honestly, if that wasn't his full power, he wondered what state would be considered full power, but that wasn't important right now. 'I have to endure somehow.' No matter how weakened Uriel's power was, if he faced him carelessly, his own neck would be the first to fly. The top priority was to endure with full power, induce Uriel's strength to drain, then obtain what he wanted and flee. [Raon!] Evelyn called Raon's name so strongly that the doll containing her soul was about to shatter. [You can run away now! I can do it!] She moved the doll's hands, saying she could open a path to escape from Uriel right now. -That's right! Wrath clapped his hands loudly. -You brought that madwoman along to prepare for unexpected situations! He also wagged his tail, telling him to run away right now. 'Not yet.' Raon looked at Azazel and firmly shook his head. 'Having come this far, I can't run away without gaining anything.' If he retreated here now, he couldn't weaken Uriel or discover his weaknesses. Moreover, he would lose Azazel, who could serve as an ally, so he couldn't flee like this. [Got it! Then call me right away if you need me!] Evelyn raised her fist vigorously, saying she would trust in Raon. -Crazy bastard... Wrath trembled his jaw as if dumbfounded. -You're a madman whose guts have already spilled out of your belly! He ground his teeth, saying he couldn't understand at all. Whoooooosh! Uriel aimed his sword blazing with Crimson Flame toward Raon's heart as if he would wait no longer. "Die." It was the moment when Crimson Flame that surged up like a water spout from his sword fell toward Raon. Whooooooosh! Darkan sprang forward in front of Raon with his waist deeply bent. He pushed the sword from its sheath with his left thumb and grasped the hilt with his right hand. "Kahahahaha!" Darkan drew his sword with force in his right hand the moment the red flames rushed in. Quick-draw swordsmanship. The fastest sword that swordsmen had used as their trump card since ancient times was unleashed by the blind man who had reached the absolute. Shaaaaaash! Darkan's dark sword spewed black currents and split apart the Crimson Flame that Uriel had unleashed. "Good Sword Aura!" He rolled up his lips long as if he liked Uriel's Sword Aura. "I thought I could smell the fragrance of a blade!" Darkan smacked his lips, saying a subtle sword fragrance emanated from Uriel. "You don't seem like a simple swordsman, but I like that too!" He shouldered his sword, which still had remnants of Crimson Flame, and for the first time raised his head to look at Uriel. "Come at me again." Despite being blind, Darkan drew a deep smile as if he could see Uriel. He flicked his finger as if regarding the Archangel as an ordinary person. "How well the insect barks." Uriel raised his sword without showing even a hint of excitement, as if proving he was an Archangel. Swoooooosh! The moment his sword fell as if floating through the air, space—no, the world—split apart. Craaaaaack! The original world where Mount Melvin existed was torn away, and as if a world burning with Crimson Flame had descended, all directions blazed red. A literal Crimson Flame hell that burned everything unfolded. "Kehehehe!" Darkan giggled as if unsurprised by Uriel's divine power that transcended the concept of martial arts, and gripped his dark sword with both hands. He summoned pitch-black darkness onto his blade and thrust it toward the Crimson Flame hell that Uriel had unleashed. Craaaaaack! Darkan seemed to have not only recovered the Mental Image that was devoured by Derus Robert but reached a new realm, piercing through the hellfire Uriel had unleashed with a thrust of his dark sword. "Ha..." Raon let out a hollow laugh watching the clash between Uriel and Darkan. 'This is absurd.' He had felt Uriel's presence, so he had somewhat expected his martial prowess, but he hadn't known that Darkan could withstand it while laughing. He was a person who astonished him every time he saw him. -He's a fool anyway. Wrath briefly narrowed his nose ridge. -That guy is going off like fireworks, excited that Uriel is wielding a sword! He frowned, saying that Darkan was excited and unable to control his strength. 'That certainly seems to be the case.' Raon nodded as he watched Darkan roughly cutting through the Crimson Flame. 'It seems he still hasn't recovered his Soul Sword either.' Darkan's Soul Sword had been shattered when his Mental Image was devoured during his fight with Derus Robert. His physical martial prowess had become stronger, but it seemed his Soul Sword hadn't returned yet. 'I have no choice but to fight together after all.' Raon regulated his breathing and drew back his Divine Sword behind his left shoulder and his Demonic Sword behind his right waist. Kugugugugu! Not missing the moment when Darkan cut through Uriel's Crimson Flame, he stepped on the Supreme Harmony Step at extreme speed. Paaaaaaang! He pierced through the air as if folding space while running and stood before Uriel. "You..." Before Uriel's eyes could turn toward him, he swung the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword that he had drawn back in a cross pattern. Shaaaaaaang! Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation - Crimson Slash and Revolving Sky. With golden flames denser than Crimson Flame, he aimed simultaneously at Uriel's chest and neck. However, the blades of the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword failed to pierce Uriel's skin. Sizzzzzzle! A ring of fire that Uriel wore on his shoulders automatically surged up and blocked the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword. "Grrr..." Raon bit his lips and added more force to his Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, but the ring of fire protecting Uriel wasn't cut even slightly. 'What the hell is this now.' A hollow laugh escaped him, shocked that his full-power sword couldn't penetrate at all. -That is also the flame of judgment. Wrath frowned as he watched the Crimson Flame blocking the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword. -It protects its Master even from attacks that Uriel cannot react to. Of course, there's almost nothing that guy can't react to. He clicked his tongue, saying that Uriel had deliberately not blocked even though he had perceived his sword strike just now. "How pitiful." Uriel extended a blade of Crimson Flame with sunken eyes as if looking at an insect. "The one who will kill you..." Raon snorted and took a step back. "There's no need to worry about that!" He relaxed his body as if he would descend to the ground to avoid the Crimson Flame sword, then stepped on Supreme Harmony Steps in midair again and leaped toward Uriel. "Hmm." Uriel frowned as if he hadn't expected Raon to charge again and swung down his Crimson Flame sword. Chiaaaaaaang! Raon stepped on Supreme Harmony's Third Step in midair. With graceful steps like flowing water, he evaded the Crimson Flame and thrust his Divine Sword and Demonic Sword toward Uriel. Kyaaaaaaang! But once again, the flame of judgment wrapped around Uriel's shoulders moved and blocked the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword. "Let's see if you can block this too." Raon curled up his lips and swung his Divine Sword and Demonic Sword simultaneously. The two swords didn't move as one unified motion like before, but unfolded different flows. Fangs of Insanity and Blizzard Sword Art. Not predetermined techniques, but intuitive swordsmanship that took the most appropriate movements for each moment extended like the teeth of a fierce beast. Kyakyakyakyakyakyang! The Divine Sword and Demonic Sword in Raon's hands clashed countless times with the flame of judgment, creating thunderous sounds like metal being crushed. Even though it was intuitive swordsmanship with no fixed flow, the flame of judgment never gave any opening. "How pathetic." Uriel thrust a blade of Crimson Flame toward Raon with slightly irritated eyes. Just as a massive flame was about to devour him, a tremendous roar came from below. "Don't forget about me!" Darkan burst into maniacal laughter as he launched himself into the air, then brought down his dark sword blazing with darkness like the night toward Uriel. Kuwaaaaaaang! The Crimson Flame that Uriel had shot toward Raon was blocked by Darkan's blade and scattered in midair. Chiaaaaaaang! Raon didn't miss that opportunity and continued to concentrate on Fangs of Insanity and Blizzard Sword Art. The two swordsmanship styles that consisted only of battle paths, not techniques, became increasingly sharper and faster like beasts growing as they devoured prey. Sizzzzle! The flame of judgment, which had initially followed the flow of swordsmanship without difficulty, began to be unable to keep up with that rhythm. 'Now's the time!' Raon didn't miss the gap when the flame of judgment followed his Demonic Sword infused with strong power, and rolling on his left foot, he thrust in his Divine Sword. The red blade infused with a beast's breath pierced through the Crimson Flame barrier and struck Uriel's shoulder. Paaaaaaaa! However, even while facing Darkan, Uriel didn't let down his guard against Raon. He swirled his Crimson Flame blade and perfectly blocked Raon's surprise attack. "I..." Uriel simultaneously blocked both Raon and Darkan with a single sword and arrogantly lifted his chin. "Did I seem like a mere mortal who fights only with the power of the sword?" He revealed his sharp, cold eyes, as if he had only been swinging his sword until now. "Human swordsmanship can never reach the heavens." Uriel lightly deflected his sword and pushed away Raon and Darkan as if he would now face them with heavenly swordsmanship. Chiiiiiiiik! As Uriel raised his sword in front of his face like a knight, the Crimson Flame that seemed to burn everything subsided and the blade's light flashed red. The flames had died down, but strangely it smelled even more dangerous. "Excellent!" Darkan smacked his lips long as if he liked it even more. "You've become someone even more worth cutting down!" He stomped his feet roughly, saying he would break Uriel at this very moment. -Be careful. Wrath exhaled a murky breath as he looked at Uriel's sword flashing red. -That sword's name is Apocalypse. It's more dangerous when it's hiding its fangs like now than when it reveals flames. And... no. He was about to say something more but closed his mouth as if he thought it would be better not to. 'I know that too.' Raon chuckled and nodded. 'It's definitely not easy.' He acknowledged Uriel's martial prowess and mysterious abilities as he shook his still-stiff fingers. 'Terrifying martial prowess plus some unknown characteristic. It really feels like facing a mythical being.' He had fought various Archangels until now, but this was the first time he felt such a sense of crisis. Uriel was truly a monster worthy of the name Archangel. -Then retreat now. Wrath lowered his eyebrows deeply. -You're not yet at a level where you can face that guy! Rather, summon this King... 'No.' Raon firmly shook his head and stepped forward. 'I'll certainly be outmatched in martial prowess, but I also have characteristics that aren't inferior to that Archangel.' He curled up his lips as he looked at Uriel revealing cold anger. 'I think I know how to fight now.'