The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1388 Whoooooosh! The peak of Mount Beron. No, white smoke was endlessly rising from the land that had become a shallow hill that could no longer be called a mountain. It looked like clouds that had gotten caught on a mountain peak and couldn't return to the sky in time. In the tsunami of smoke rising to the sky, the silhouettes of three people slowly appeared. On the left stood an old swordsman in black uniform with his sword lowered in a peaceful posture as if drinking tea, on the right a giant wearing a dark red dragon helmet flashed eyes distorted to a chilling degree, unable to contain his anger, and in the center a blind man wearing a black eyepatch wiped the blood flowing from his mouth while grinning. The three people brushed off their fists and swords, which still had remnants of aura remaining as if they had just poured out their martial arts. "How about it!" The blind swordsman. Darkan, the former lord of the Holy Sword Alliance who held the epithet of Black Night Demon God, twisted up the corners of his mouth. "With this much, I should be able to join your fight, right?" He put so much strength into the hand holding his sword that veins bulged on the back of his hand, telling them not to leave him out. "I'll kill you later, so..." The Heavenly Demon, leader of Eden wearing the dark red dragon helmet, ground his teeth so hard that bone sounds could be heard. "I told you to get lost, didn't I?" He showed deep anger toward Darkan who wouldn't back down even when told to get lost. "Later?" Darkan wiped off the blood on his lips with his thumb. "Originally you were later and I was first!" He looked at the Heavenly Demon and chuckled. "Isn't that right?" Darkan shrugged his shoulders at Glenn, telling him to say it directly. "That's true." Glenn looked at Darkan with calm eyes. "The promise to fight was from this side first." He nodded, saying it was true that Darkan had proposed a life-and-death duel before the Heavenly Demon. "Kehehehe!" Darkan seemed to gain strength from Glenn taking his side and curled up the corners of his mouth long. "Krrm..." The Heavenly Demon let out an intense groan as if he hadn't expected such words from Glenn. "Glenn Zieghart! Wasn't fighting with me enjoyable for you!" He bit his lips, asking why Glenn was taking the side of the one who interfered. "It was enjoyable." Glenn slowly lowered his eyes and then opened them. "It was the joy of realizing why I had been cultivating the sword until now." He smiled faintly, saying he had come to know the true joy of fighting with a sword through fighting the Heavenly Demon. "Then why!" "I said the prior appointment was on that side." Glenn lowered his hand, saying it wasn't false that Darkan had made the promise to fight first. "It's no use insisting! I'm first and you're..." "However." He cut off Darkan's words as he excitedly interjected. "I never made a promise about when I would fight with Darkan." Glenn looked back at Darkan with sunken eyes. "In the end, today's promise for a life-and-death duel would be this side first." He pointed at the Heavenly Demon and calmly stroked his chin. His expression showed it didn't matter who he fought. "Uh, uh oh..." Darkan gulped down dry saliva as if he hadn't expected Glenn to say such things. "As expected!" The Heavenly Demon burst out in exclamation with applause, saying he knew it would be like that. "If you heard it, get lost!" The Heavenly Demon waved his hand, telling him to retreat quickly. His expression showed he wanted to kill Darkan right away but was holding back because he didn't want to waste his strength. "Absolutely not!" Even after hearing Glenn's words, Darkan raised his trembling lips, saying he couldn't back down. "I also want to fight with Glenn Zieghart who's lively like a live fish!" Instead, he stepped forward with one foot. "When this fight ends, one of you two will die and the remaining one will become a cripple!" Darkan thrust his chest forward, saying he wouldn't back down even if he died here. It seemed to mean 'cut me open if you're going to cut me open.' "Vermin." The Heavenly Demon couldn't hold back and thrust out a fist condensed with Fighting Spirit. Dark red Fighting Spirit spewed out like mist and the space in front of Darkan's chest distorted. It was a Heavenly Strike that would crush his chest and cause instant death if not blocked. Claaaaaang! Darkan snorted and lightly spun his sword. His dark sword bent hazily and deflected the Heavenly Demon's strike that had been crumpling space. "Huhu!" Darkan wiped the blood flowing from his lips with the back of his hand and lifted his chin. "That's not enough." He gestured with his hand, telling him to do it properly if he was going to kill him. "Huu..." The Heavenly Demon frowned while looking at Darkan acting leisurely. He wanted to kill him right away, but it seemed bothersome that he would have to expend considerable strength since he wasn't an easy opponent. 'Unrecognizably...' Glenn narrowed his eyes thinly while watching Darkan tease the Heavenly Demon. 'He's become strong.' The previous Darkan hadn't reached a level where he could interfere in this fight. It wasn't just insufficient - the moment he entered between himself and the Heavenly Demon, his very existence would have been erased. But the current Darkan had experienced much and gained enlightenment, acquiring the martial prowess to withstand the Heavenly Demon's sincere strike. Only Darkan would be capable of inserting swordsmanship into the martial arts of himself and the Heavenly Demon to express his own will. 'There was a reason Raon said he would become stronger.' Raon had said he survived the battle with Uriel because of Darkan and conveyed his conviction that Darkan would become even stronger later. At the time he had just accepted it, but seeing now, those words were correct. 'He overcame battles touched by death, underwent bizarre cultivation, and melted all the insights he gained into his swordsmanship.' To understand the Soul Sword, Darkan had gouged out his own eyes, became a beggar to understand people's hearts from the lowest position, and enjoyed fights where he might die. Considering all he had done, his dazzling growth now wasn't particularly strange. 'He's not a hateful fellow.' Darkan was someone who dedicated everything to cultivating the sword, so as someone walking the same path of the sword, he couldn't hate him. 'Besides that...' "Glenn Zieghart!" While Glenn was organizing his thoughts about Darkan, the Heavenly Demon came forward chewing his lips roughly. "What will you do!" He ground his teeth as if asking whether he would really let Darkan interfere in this sacred life-and-death duel. "..." Glenn looked at Darkan and the Heavenly Demon in turn with calm eyes. "He says he wants to interfere, so what can I do?" He shrugged his shoulders as if he would let Darkan do as he pleased. "What..." The Heavenly Demon's jaw trembled at Glenn's unexpected answer. "As expected, you're the only one who understands me! Glenn Zieghart!" Darkan cheered as if pleased and waved his sword. "In a way..." Glenn slightly curled up his lips while looking at Darkan's smile. 'Because I have a debt.' Raon had said he survived the battle with Uriel thanks to Darkan. In return for that favor, he wanted to give some time to his grandson's benefactor. "It doesn't matter which of you two." Glenn calmly nodded and raised his Heavenly Tremor with lightning flowing through it. "Come." He proudly lifted his chin as if he would take on both the Heavenly Demon's and Darkan's martial arts alone. "Kahahaha! Good!" Darkan burst into mad laughter and raised his sword. "This is how the Sword God Glenn Zieghart should be!" He acknowledged Glenn as the Sword God and thrust out a sword burning with magnificent aura. "Damn it!" The Heavenly Demon cursed for the first time and kicked the ground. He flashed blood-red eyes and thrust his fist strike between Glenn's sword and Darkan's sword. * * * Kuuuuuuuuuung! In the battlefield, despite the massive explosions and vibrations bursting from Mount Beron to the west, they paid no attention and continued their respective fights. "Is this all you have!" Beast King Ogram twisted his lips while throwing a fist burning with heavy aura. "If you want to break this Beast King, give everything you have!" He shouted that it was far from enough and poured fist strikes all over the Silent Serpent Swordsman's body. Kugugugugugugugu! The Silent Serpent Swordsman bit his lips deeply and quickly swung his sword to deflect Ogram's fist strikes. However, the damage seemed considerable as the hand holding his sword trembled violently. "This half-dead old man!" The Silent Serpent Swordsman ground his teeth and thrust out a sword emanating dark currents. Claaaang! Ogram struck the flat of the Silent Serpent Swordsman's blade with the back of his hand and deflected his sword strike. It was a defense as if he had perfectly grasped the Silent Serpent Swordsman's swordsmanship. "Eeeek!" The Silent Serpent Swordsman glared and thrust his sword repeatedly, but Ogram deflected all those sword strikes just by lightly rotating his pot-lid-sized fist. Thuuuud! Ogram didn't stop at defense but charged into the flustered Silent Serpent Swordsman's left side and struck his abdomen. "Keheheheuk!" The Silent Serpent Swordsman spat blood and bounced away, rolling on the ground. "Heouk..." He got up immediately because he had dispersed some of the impact midway, but he trembled his chin as if dumbfounded and stepped back. "How, how...?" The Silent Serpent Swordsman swallowed dry saliva as if he couldn't believe the situation where he was being pushed back by Ogram, whom he thought he would defeat without difficulty. "Shall I tell you why?" Ogram chuckled and brushed off the fist he had struck the Silent Serpent Swordsman with. "Because you're only thinking about running away." He nodded his chin as if it were natural. "Only thinking about running away?" The Silent Serpent Swordsman frowned as if asking what he meant. "What nonsense!" "While fighting, you're always only thinking about retreating. There are those who fight strategically while evading, but you're different. You're always thinking about running away first to save your own life." Ogram sneered, saying that while the Silent Serpent Swordsman's sword was certainly strong, because he was always thinking about escaping, that power wasn't properly transmitted to his sword. "In other words..." He swept his narrowly squinted eyes over the Silent Serpent Swordsman's trembling hands. "It means you're not a martial artist." Ogram lowered his chin as if he wouldn't count the Silent Serpent Swordsman as a martial artist. "Ha! What nonsense!" The Silent Serpent Swordsman let out a thunderous roar and charged at Ogram, thrusting his sword. Tuuuuuuung! It was fast, sharp, and carried heavy Fighting Spirit, but Ogram easily blocked the Silent Serpent Swordsman's sword strike and even delivered a powerful counterattack. Thuuuuuud! The Silent Serpent Swordsman couldn't properly block Ogram's fist strike and was knocked away along with his sword that bent as if it would break. "Thi, this..." When he tried to get up with trembling hands on the ground, the Eight Great Ghost fell right next to him and crashed into the ground. "Umm..." The Eight Great Ghost grabbed his octopus helmet and struggled to raise his body. "Ha! Are you being pushed back too?" The Silent Serpent Swordsman wrinkled his nose bridge as if pathetic. "The enemy is a leader of the Five Kings." The Eight Great Ghost let out a deep breath. "They pretend to be weak, but they're monsters who keep getting stronger, so they're definitely not easy opponents." He gripped his hands tightly, saying it was natural to be pushed back. "Of course!" Chamber raised a new lollipop and nodded. "We've been fighting since before the blood on your heads dried." He nagged not to act up and put the lollipop in his mouth. "Don't be arrogant." The Eight Great Ghost looked up at the sky and let out a murky breath. "The war has only just begun." As he said it wasn't over and raised his eyes, a new Dimensional Gate appeared in the sky. From within the Dimensional Gate, massive winged beings began to emerge. Dragons. The self-proclaimed mediators of the Continent who survived the war with Raon spread their magnificent wings to prove their existence. Kugugugugugu! The Dragons opened their maws and revealed their pitch-black throats. It seemed they intended to pour out their breath to annihilate the humans. Wuuuuuuung! It was the moment when the Dragons were preparing to pour out their breath from high in the sky as if mocking humans. Swooooosh! Green energy writhing like a serpent shot up like lightning and wrapped around the Dragons' necks. Crackkkkk! The Dragons struggled to escape from the green energy, but instead that energy grew thicker and eventually crushed the necks of the Dragons where their Dragon Hearts were located. "Huh...?" The Eight Great Ghost trembled his chin as if dumbfounded and turned his head toward where the green energy had shot up. "To voluntarily expose their vital points..." A beautiful boy with neatly combed green hair drew a cold smile and lowered his hand. (E/N: Envy is sometimes referred as a boy and sometimes as a girl. I'm tired of trying to make sense of it so I will just let whatever happens happen. Maybe I made a mistake somewhere, maybe the gender just keep changing for whatever reason.) "Stupid lizards!"