The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1317 Swooooosh! Darkan threw off his torn robe and raised the dark sword toward the night sky. The pitch-black aura that had blocked Uriel's divine power no longer existed, but the momentum dwelling in the black blade was chillingly sharp. Darkan traced the dark sword downward with his fingertips. The dark trajectory that bloomed as the sword fell made the darkness sink even more deeply, creating a cold silence in this world like eternal snow. As his sword rose upward again, a heavy radiance soared together with it. It didn't feel like a trace of swordsmanship, but like a primordial flash that had crossed over from ancient times. Wherever Darkan's dark sword passed, dark afterimages always remained, and countless flows of swordsmanship burst forth between them. The swordsmanship techniques that pierced the heavens and shook the earth's axis were all martial arts that Darkan had personally witnessed and learned. Chiaaaaang! Darkan directly wielded the dark sword following those countless sword paths. Each time the dark sword moved, the afterimages of swordsmanship drawn in the air disappeared. At this moment, he was personally reviving his Mental Image that had been lost to Derus Robert. Hooooook! Darkan's breathing became rough while cold sweat flowed down his entire body. However, the more his body broke down, the more his mind seemed to harden solidly like earth that had been compacted countless times, and the sharpness and precision of his swordsmanship became even more intense. It was graceful and natural, as if he wasn't performing swordsmanship but dancing a sword dance. Hwaaaaaaaa! Even though the deep night passed and dawn arrived, Darkan's sword dance did not end. He endlessly wielded his sword with his parched lips curled up, as if trying to reach a new realm right here and now. 'I was right to stay.' Raon pressed down his trembling lips. 'As Darkan said, this shouldn't have been missed.' Right now, Darkan was essentially demonstrating the history of the continent's swordsmanship with his own body. Just watching from this spot, it felt like his blade was entering his own Mental Image. 'However...' Raon let out an intense exclamation inwardly as he watched the blood and sweat falling from Darkan's forehead. 'Is this even possible?' He was certain because he had personally confirmed it just a while ago. Right now, Darkan was in a state where it was difficult for him to even stand properly, let alone perform swordsmanship. But Darkan was continuously drawing out countless swordsmanship techniques with full power without rest, from when the moon set until the sun rose again. That was a great feat that exceeded not only the limits of the body but also the limits of mental strength. -Even I am surprised. Wrath let out a hollow laugh while looking at Darkan. -I knew that guy was crazy about swords, but I never thought such a thing was possible. With a body that could die any moment, I don't know how such a thing is possible! The fellow also swallowed dry saliva as if agreeing with his opinion. 'What's even more surprising is...' Raon lowered his eyebrows while looking at Darkan's smile. 'Unlike Darkan's deteriorating body, his mind is gradually recovering.' Darkan had certainly reached his limits both physically and mentally. No, he had even exceeded his limits. He was in a state where it wouldn't be strange if he died right away, yet strangely, his mind was turning toward recovery. Gooooooo! His mind, which had been unstable after his Mental Image was devoured by Derus Robert, could be felt slowly ripening like the earth becoming solid after rain. -To revive the Mental Image that was devoured and disappeared by Derus Robert like this... Wrath ground his molars firmly. -How can there be such a monster-like guy! The fellow frowned as if rarely acknowledging a human weaker than himself. 'Be quiet for a moment.' Raon stopped Wrath's words and focused on Darkan's movements. 'Was there such a sword technique?' He nodded in admiration at the irregular movements Darkan was showing. 'Darkan's condition is surprising, but just watching his swordsmanship is interesting.' Darkan was a swordsman who had learned the most swordsmanship in the world, befitting a former Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance. Watching the swordsmanship he was displaying to create a new Mental Image, he felt like his own Mental Image was expanding as well. -And you too! Wrath clicked his tongue as if there was one more thing that annoyed him. -How can you stay completely undisturbed and keep watching that guy's sword all night long! The fellow wrinkled his nose bridge, asking if he wasn't hungry or sleepy. 'Because it's interesting.' Raon smiled broadly and shook his head. 'Where else would there be something this interesting? I can't turn my gaze away.' He said it was natural and focused on Darkan's movements again. "I'm happy!" Evelyn blushed on her white cheeks, saying she was happy just watching Raon who was watching Darkan. -Grrrrrr! Wrath clutched his head and let out an irritated breath. -Really, why is it that around you! The fellow looked at himself and Darkan in turn and bared his white teeth. -There's no normal person around! If I stay here, I feel like I'll go crazy too! Send me back to the Devildom! * * * Swooooosh. Darkan finally lowered the dark sword only after another day had passed and night came again. "Whew..." He sat down where he was, having no strength to stand, and raised his pale yellow face. "Did you see it all?" Darkan tilted his chin as if asking whether he had seen all of his swordsmanship. "Yes." Raon raised his gaze to face Darkan. "I saw it all without missing a single thing." He nodded, saying he hadn't missed anything from the first sword Darkan had displayed to the last sword that ended two days later. "Kehehehe!" A deflated laugh flowed from Darkan's mouth. He seemed too exhausted to laugh properly. "You're crazy too. To have watched all of that!" He chuckled, saying he thought Raon would get tired of watching and leave. "Because it was interesting. And..." Raon calmly waved his hand. "As you said, it was a great help to me too." He placed his hand on the Heavenly Drive and slowly closed and opened his eyes. "Congratulations." Raon placed his hand on his chest while looking at Darkan's calm lips. "For returning to yourself again. No, for ascending to a higher place." Darkan had revived his Mental Image himself and become stronger than before his Mental Image was devoured by Derus Robert. Right now his body was broken and he couldn't exert his full strength, but given time, he would be able to show a completely different appearance from before. With a bit of exaggeration, the moment he fully accepts that enlightenment, he would be able to have a magnificent fight even with Glenn before his seclusion. "Not yet." Darkan lightly waved his hand. "I can't be satisfied with just this much. I can only close my eyes peacefully after defeating that guy. Ah, though I'm closing them now too." He chuckled, saying he could only rest comfortably after defeating Glenn. "But..." Darkan looked at Raon again and smacked his lips. "You seem to have changed too." He lowered his eyebrows, saying Raon's presence seemed to have changed somehow. "How did my sword help you?" Darkan touched his trembling wrist that seemed broken, saying he was curious about that part. "Everything." Raon answered immediately upon receiving Darkan's question. "Everything about your sword helped me. Just as you displayed the swordsmanship you've learned so far to open a new Mental Image, I took your swordsmanship techniques into my Mental Image." He slowly closed his eyes and opened his mental world. In that space filled only with his own swords, new swordsmanship techniques were sprouting like buds. Thanks to Darkan honestly displaying his swordsmanship as if teaching a disciple, he was able to build a new domain in his Mental Image without difficulty. "If I make the swordsmanship techniques you showed me mine, I too could reach a new realm." Raon smiled, saying that thanks to him, he was able to grasp a certain rope to climb upward. "Thank you." Since he had gained many things thanks to Darkan, he conveyed his gratitude separately from the Uriel matter. "Is that so." Darkan nodded refreshingly as if he was pleased with Raon's answer. "Let's go to Zieghart together." Raon reached out his hand to Darkan. "If we go to Zieghart, that broken body of yours can be healed without difficulty." Though Darkan's physical condition was serious enough that it wouldn't be strange if he died right away, the Ragged Saint Federick would be able to treat him without any aftereffects, so he said they should go together. "I refuse." Darkan firmly shook his head. "The only time I'll visit your family estate again is when I challenge Glenn Zieghart." He snorted, saying he didn't want to go and meet Glenn in this condition. "Since my broken Mental Image has recovered, my physical wounds will heal on their own." Darkan shook his head while looking at the blood flowing from his entire body. "And wounds like this will heal if I just apply some saliva." As if telling him not to worry, he actually spat saliva on his finger and applied it to his chest where blood was flowing down. "Really." Raon let out a hollow laugh at Darkan's manliness. -Ah! I don't want to associate with such a barbarian! Wrath also stuck out his tongue, saying he didn't want to see Darkan again. "Then let's meet again later." Darkan struggled to get up. "Wait. Let me ask one thing too." Raon raised his hand toward Darkan. "Why did you show me your swordsmanship techniques? And in such detail, as if teaching me." This time, while displaying his swordsmanship, Darkan had honestly extended all his techniques without any concealment, as if teaching a disciple. He definitely wanted to hear why he had acted that way. "The reason for that..." Darkan looked at Raon and gently curled up his lips. "I'll tell you if you become strong enough to defeat me!" Unlike when he always gave refreshing answers, he waved his hand as if telling him to stay curious. "Of course, before that, I need to defeat Glenn Zieghart first." Darkan snorted as if he would never lose to anyone before that. "When I fight that guy, you must come as an observer." He smacked his lips, saying the next time they meet would be for a life-and-death duel with Glenn. "Then let's see each other then." Darkan lightly waved his hand and began walking along the moonlight. "Where should I go this time." Even though his legs were trembling, he never stopped walking and continued moving forward. "A life-and-death duel with grandfather..." Raon narrowed his eyes while looking at Darkan's broad back. "I wonder how it will turn out." Right now, Darkan isn't the only one who wants a life-and-death duel with Glenn. Since there was also the Heavenly Demon who had made an appointment first, it was hard to predict how things would unfold. 'When problems arise...' Raon gripped the Heavenly Drive with the power surging intensely and gave off a cold gleam in his eyes. 'I might have to step forward.' * * * Pure white heat haze rose from the center of the First Patriarch's great training ground. No, it wasn't heat haze, but terrifying heat rising from Glenn who was sitting in the great training ground. He was emitting such intense Lightning Aura that just by breathing, the First Patriarch's great training ground, which blocked all aura, was becoming distorted. "Hoo..." Glenn organized his breathing and slowly opened both eyes. His pupils that had been blazing like the sun were now just clear and clean like an ordinary person's. They were innocent eyes that didn't match his age, giving off an almost alien feeling. "There was no need to be sad even if the Heavenly Thunder left." Glenn drew a gentle smile while looking at his hands where the heat had subsided. "Because the power of a thunderbolt can come from anywhere." He drew a satisfied smile as if he had realized something. "Now..." Glenn nodded calmly while watching a faint golden radiance bloom from the ceiling of the great training ground where nothing had existed before. "It seems it's time to leave this place."