The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1386 "I consider it an honor to have fought against Raon Zieghart." The Death Sword Spirit slowly nodded her head while looking at Raon confronting Uriel in the sky above. "You're not normal either. Of course, if your opponent hadn't been Raon Zieghart." Even though she was one of Eden's highest executives, she acknowledged Raon. "Karoon Zieghart. I truly want to cross swords with you." The Death Sword Spirit muttered that she would truly shatter Karoon's sword and raised her sword with graceful bearing. "Huu." Karoon calmed his breathing that had risen to his throat while looking at the Death Sword Spirit's calm eyes. 'Death Sword Spirit...' He already knew information about the Death Sword Spirit through Raon. Eden's leader, the Heavenly Demon's disciple, and a swordsmanship genius who changed his martial arts to her own style. Raon had said that while he himself had won, other Transcendents would not find her easy to deal with. 'She's definitely strong.' It wasn't just that she wasn't easy to deal with - every time their swords clashed, his bones and muscles rang. It felt like fighting a monster with a monster's body rather than a human. 'The sharpness of her swordsmanship is different too.' It wasn't just her body and fighting spirit that were strong. The breathing of the swordsmanship the Death Sword Spirit displayed was so fast and mysterious that it was hard to follow. It was martial prowess worthy of the name of being the Heavenly Demon's disciple, the pinnacle of the continent. 'She wasn't serious earlier.' There was an enormous difference in martial prowess between the Death Sword Spirit when he had blocked her attack on Raon and the Death Sword Spirit fighting head-on now. It was clear that she had been conserving her strength at that time. "Everyone withdraw and join the battlefield." The Death Sword Spirit waved her hand at Eden's executives who were standing in a circle as if forming a training ground. "From now on, this is a life-and-death duel between a swordsman of Zieghart and a swordsman of Eden." She gave orders for everyone to withdraw, saying she would fight Karoon one-on-one. "B-but!" The magician wearing a chicken mask trembled his lips slightly. "That person told us to protect the Death Sword Spirit..." The swordsman wearing a goat helmet swallowed dry saliva and stepped forward. "You are Eden's executives. Not subordinates of the demon king." The Death Sword Spirit frowned at Eden's executives. "For the sake of restoration. Follow my words." She raised her sharp blue blade, saying she would cut their necks first if they didn't follow her orders. "Urgh!" "A-alright!" Eden's executives gulped down their dry saliva at the killing intent the Death Sword Spirit emanated and scattered to various parts of the battlefield. "You're not normal either." Karoon let out a hollow laugh while looking at the Death Sword Spirit after sending away his subordinates. "It would be simple if we ganged up on you." Due to the magic of the chicken-masked one who had been scolded by the Death Sword Spirit earlier, the martial artists of the Central Martial Palace couldn't find him and had moved in different directions. Since this was war, not a duel, there would be nothing to say even if they ganged up on her, but she sent all her subordinates away, saying she would fight one-on-one. It was an absurd action even for an enemy. "Because I am a swordsman before being Eden." Unlike other Ghosts of Eden, the Death Sword Spirit seemed to have stronger human emotions and slowly nodded her head. "That's an admirable spirit." Karoon also acknowledged the Death Sword Spirit and curved his lips upward. "Good. I too will give everything to defeat you." He lowered his stance while manifesting aura that flickered like a mirage above his sword blade. Thud! The moment the clash between Gluttony and Gabriel from another dimension was transmitted to the continent and the ground collapsed, Karoon and the Death Sword Spirit moved simultaneously. Whooooosh! The two swordsmen advanced sliding across the ground with their footwork and swung their swords toward each other's necks. Claaaaaaang! Since both Karoon and the Death Sword Spirit aimed for each other's necks, their swords clashed in mid-air, creating a tremendous shock and roar that echoed out. Crrrrack! The two swordsmen didn't retreat even as sharp sparks that could tear flesh and bone exploded all around them. Instead, they stepped forward and delivered sharp slashing strikes aimed at each other's vital points. Kyaaaaaaaang! As Karoon and the Death Sword Spirit's swords clashed continuously, countless scars were created by the sword strikes that bounced off around them. If Eden's executives had remained in this place, more than half of them would likely have died from the deflected aura. 'We're similar.' Karoon narrowed his eyes as he watched the Death Sword Spirit's fierce stabbing attacks. She displayed swordsmanship with a noble stance, but her blade contained such chilling sharpness and precision that it sent chills down his spine every time he parried. 'With my swordsmanship.' His own swordsmanship, which contained speed, sharpness, precision, and supremacy within noble etiquette, had quite a few similarities with the Death Sword Spirit's swordsmanship. The proof was that even though the Transcendents were clashing swords countless times, the aftermath didn't spread widely but remained within the space. 'I like her even more.' It was a definite fact that swordsmanship with proper etiquette had openings in actual combat. However, he considered it absolutely necessary as the stance for a swordsman to exist as a swordsman. He had thought only his son Burren appreciated this, but there was one more person here. The Death Sword Spirit also took unnecessary ceremonial stances in the middle of battle while swinging her sword, just like him. A swordsman of her caliber couldn't possibly not know that such stances could become openings, but seeing how she always incorporated them, she seemed to have the same swordsman's mindset as himself. "How peculiar." The Death Sword Spirit also seemed to be thinking the same thing as him, calmly nodding her head while swinging her sword downward. "You as well." Karoon narrowed his eyes and parried the Death Sword Spirit's heavily falling sword strike. 'I like that she doesn't talk much either.' There were many martial artists who chattered so much that it seemed like a war of words rather than swords, but the Death Sword Spirit said nothing at all and spoke only with her sword, making her a true swordsman which he liked even more. 'However...' She's still an enemy. He was Zieghart's Central Martial Palace Master. Even if he had met someone who matched his heart for the first time, as long as she was an enemy, he had no choice but to defeat her. (E/N: RIP his wife) Claaaaaaang! After Karoon pushed the Death Sword Spirit back with force, he sheathed his sword again and took the stance for his Drawing Technique. It was the very Drawing Technique that had made even Raon, who was at a different level, break out in cold sweat. "Drawing Technique at this point?" Unlike her calmly muttered words, the Death Sword Spirit looked at Karoon with tense eyes. She could feel that his energy was blooming even more gravely and sharply divided. "Huu." The Death Sword Spirit raised her sword diagonally to receive Karoon's Drawing Technique. However, rather than defending, she leaned her upper body forward while putting strength into her toes as if she intended to attack. Rummmmmmmble! Karoon and the Death Sword Spirit didn't move like statues in the noisy and chaotic battlefield. The two faced each other's eyes while waiting for the moment to strike with their swords. Craaaaaack! When five minutes had passed since Karoon and the Death Sword Spirit's movements stopped, a massive lightning bolt fell from the sky and struck between them. Rummmmmmble! The moment the earth shook violently as if screaming, the Death Sword Spirit executed extremely swift footwork. She didn't miss the gap when Karoon's vision was obscured by the lightning and used the ground's vibration to move even faster. Whooooooosh! The Death Sword Spirit thrust her sword down faster than burning black fighting spirit to cut Karoon's neck faster than he could draw his sword. It was a technique of the Demonic Heaven Ghost that cut the enemy's throat faster than light. Chyaaaaaaang! Just as the Death Sword Spirit's swordsmanship was about to cut Karoon's neck, blue light surged from his scabbard. Paaaaaaaang! The light Karoon created wasn't simply made of aura. His Drawing Technique distorted space and time while wrapping itself in fitting radiance. Since it was swordsmanship that absolutely no one could block on first sight unless they were Raon Zieghart, Karoon was confident of victory as he thrust his blade toward the Death Sword Spirit's neck. However, the Death Sword Spirit's eyes were far from those of a flustered person. Swoooooosh! As if she already knew Karoon's Drawing Technique, she turned the blade that was attacking him to parry the Drawing Technique coming toward her own neck, and even counterattacked. Thuuuuuud! Karoon had put everything into his Drawing Technique, so he couldn't completely avoid the Death Sword Spirit's counterattack and received a deep wound that split his chest diagonally. His uniform began to be stained with crimson blood. Ssssssssting! The Death Sword Spirit wasn't without damage either, as her sword-holding hand trembled and blood flowed from her lips, but it seemed like only minor injuries compared to Karoon. "How?" Karoon was flustered by the incomprehensible situation and his pupils trembled finely. "That Drawing Technique..." The Death Sword Spirit lowered her chin while looking at the surprised Karoon. "Was yours." "...What do you mean?" Karoon couldn't understand the Death Sword Spirit's words and frowned. "The Drawing Technique I just saw was the one Raon Zieghart used when pushing back the Heavenly Demon. He said it was dangerous and to definitely learn how to defend against it." The Death Sword Spirit nodded, saying she was able to block the Drawing Technique that pierced through space and time thanks to the Heavenly Demon. "It was bothersome, but who knew it would be this helpful." "Ha, swordsmanship that Raon used when pushing back the Heavenly Demon..." Karoon regulated his breathing briefly while looking at Raon floating in the sky. "To copy something shown just once exactly as it is, truly a genius indeed." His pupils flickered with such a strange light that it was impossible to tell what he was thinking. "Do you regret it?" The Death Sword Spirit narrowed her eyes. "If it hadn't been for Raon Zieghart, my head would have fallen right now." "Regret?" Karoon chuckled and shook his head. "My swordsmanship pushed back the world's Heavenly Demon, so why would I regret it? Rather, it's something to be proud of." Rather than regret, he curved his lips upward as if he found it interesting. "Hmm." The Death Sword Spirit felt that unlike his swordsmanship, his personality wasn't similar to her own while looking at Karoon's expression. "Huu." Karoon sheathed his sword that was emitting white steam again and took the stance for his Drawing Technique. He even lowered his stance deeply as if he didn't care about his bleeding wounds. "What are you doing?" The Death Sword Spirit frowned while looking at Karoon. "That swordsmanship was just broken by me." She shook off her sword stained with Karoon's blood while letting out a cold voice. "No. It wasn't broken by you." Karoon firmly shook his head. "My swordsmanship was broken by Raon Zieghart. And..." This time he put strength into his toes as if he would advance first and lowered his gaze. "It was reborn." Karoon charged at the Death Sword Spirit, roughly kicking off the ground as if he would stake his life on his sword. "Foolish!" The Death Sword Spirit gritted her teeth with eyes full of irritation. "Your swordsmanship is already broken! As long as you're stuck in the framework of Drawing Technique, that result cannot be changed!" She was about to strike with her sword flowing with eerie killing intent, angry at having ruined a splendid fight. Whooooooosh! Karoon's body became light and pierced through space and time, rushing before the Death Sword Spirit's eyes. His fingertips rose along an elegant arc, summoning a clear blue radiance. Claaaaaaang!