The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1428 Kuguuuuuu! The flames of destruction spewed by the Demonic Dragon and the frost of Wrath unleashed by the demon king endlessly swirled, dyeing the sky and earth in dark hues. "Ahh..." "Is this the end of the world..." "I, I don't want to die yet!" "This has already left our hands." "Th, they said the world would be destroyed if the Demonic Dragon of Destruction appeared, and it was true..." The warriors of the Five Kings alliance knelt as they watched the sky and earth cracking black, thinking the apocalypse had come. The faces that had been filled with hope for victory in war were all dyed gray. "Th, this isn't right..." "Lord Uriel. Did you really want this?" "Th, this doesn't seem like the end of the Human World, but the end of this world itself..." "What the hell is this for..." The Angels also seemed shocked by the unexpected situation, dropping their weapons and clutching their heads. "Oh Demonic Dragon!" "Oh divine one!" "Crush the lowly demon king and grant us restoration!" "Grant us restoration!" The Ghosts of Eden shouted that this was the opportunity to achieve restoration, crying out with fervor for the Monarch of Wrath to be crushed. It was a sight befitting a group known as the most fanatical even during the era of the Six Kings and the Five Demons. "Wh, what the hell is happening to this world...?" Dorian raised his head with tears filling his face. "I don't know what's going on..." He gasped that he hadn't been able to breathe properly until now. "I don't know either..." Krein's lips trembled. "I don't understand anything that's happening right now!" He also struck the ground with his fist, saying nothing made sense to him. "That..." Runaan moved her dry lips with a heavy breath. "It looks like Raon's movements..." She tilted her head, saying the Monarch of Wrath fighting the Demonic Dragon of Destruction felt similar to Raon. "That's right." Evelyn nodded firmly without hesitation. "That's Raon!" She stamped her foot confidently, saying that although the appearance was different, Raon was mixed in there. "Raon? Are you guys crazy...?" Martha let out a hollow laugh as if incredulous while looking at the Monarch of Wrath. "There's no way that's Raon... Huh?" She waved her hand telling them to stop talking nonsense, then froze. "It, it's real?" Martha also trembled her jaw as if seeing Raon's appearance in the demon king's movements. "I can feel it too." Burren moved his trembling legs with difficulty. "Raon's scent is rising from the demon king's movements and martial arts." He also nodded as if seeing the same thing as Runaan. "It's that demon king." Burren's eyes shone bright blue. He clenched his fists, sensing that the demon king fighting the Demonic Dragon of Destruction was the cotton candy-like being that had been by Raon's side. "I think we can be at ease." Burren drew a faint smile while recalling the image of the cotton candy demon king who had been like Raon's closest friend. "We won't die today." He looked up at the sky that had turned black as an abyss, as if trusting in the Monarch of Wrath, lifting his chin with his hand. * * * "S, strong..." The Monarch of Envy swallowed his dry saliva. "So incredibly strong!" He dyed his eyes, which had been as clear as milk, red as if shocked by the Martial Prowess of the Demonic Dragon and Wrath. "Certainly..." The Monarch of Sloth nodded heavily. "Wrath has gotten stronger..." Even though it wasn't his own fight, he watched the battle between the Demonic Dragon and Wrath with wide-open eyes without sleeping. This was extremely rare for the Monarch of Sloth. "He was originally strong, but..." The Monarch of Gluttony squeezed the meat in her hand and smacked her lips. "It wasn't to this extent..." She couldn't take her eyes off the battle taking place in the sky, seeming more interested in the fight between the Demonic Dragon and Wrath than food. "Rampage...?" The Monarch of Lust chewed her lips until they bled. "Is that really power that can be achieved through simple rampage?" She furrowed her brow deeply, seeming worried about Wrath who was holding his own against the Demonic Dragon without giving an inch. "I wonder...?" The Monarch of Greed stroked his smooth chin. "It was definitely a rampage. But if he unleashed that much power, he should have already come to his senses?" He tilted his head, saying Wrath should have regained consciousness long ago since he had poured out all his Martial Prowess. "Martial Prowess that becomes even stronger than when the rampage started? That doesn't make sense." Greed chuckled, saying his common sense was crumbling. [...It's a state of enlightenment.] The voice in the void let out a murky groan. [It seems like the enlightenment from observing martial arts with human eyes has come rushing out all at once.] "State of enlightenment? Ah!" Greed let out an exclamation and clapped his hands. "Then it makes sense! If Wrath gained enlightenment after the rampage ended and fell into enlightenment, pouring out everything, then it makes sense!" He smacked his lips, saying he now understood Wrath's change. "So what happens then!" Lust frowned, telling him to stop dragging it out and speak quickly. "You know too." Greed waved his hand with a subtle smile. "No matter how much a balloon inflates, there's a limit. If he continues pouring out excessive power without regaining consciousness like that..." He narrowed his eyes as if already envisioning that scene. "Bang! He'll burst." Greed rubbed his hands together, saying if Wrath was left like that, both his body and mind would explode. His greedy eyes flashed gold as if he was aiming for something. "Never..." Lust shook her head vigorously. "I'll never let that happen!" * * * 'What?' Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the Demonic Dragon of Destruction through Wrath's perspective. 'It seems like Wrath is moving like me somehow.' Wrath's movements fighting the Demonic Dragon seemed to be gradually resembling his own. While he had certainly shown graceful and elegant postures as the Monarch of Wrath at first, now Wrath was showing movements too similar to his own sword-wielding style. Whoooooosh! The Demonic Dragon struck down with claws taller than building pillars, filled with flames of destruction. Heat that could burn even the blackened earth could be felt. 'Where...' Raon moved his left foot as he watched the Demonic Dragon's claws falling faster than lightning. Thud! Wrath also seemed to have the same thought, moving his left foot to escape the spot where the Demonic Dragon's claws could exert their greatest force. 'Next...' Raon thought of holding the Heavenly Drive in his grip and drew a Crimson Slash toward the Demonic Dragon's claws falling vertically. While it would be difficult to win head-on, he could push back from a diagonal angle. Paaaaaaang! Wrath also seemed to have the same thought, wrapping the Authority of Wrath around his grip and striking the Demonic Dragon's claws from a diagonal angle. Zzzeeeeeeng! Wrath's Cold Energy and the Demonic Dragon's heat collided, scattering purple shockwaves in all directions. Although Wrath's Aura was definitely weaker, thanks to using precise spacing and techniques, an evenly matched clash was created. 'As expected...' Raon swallowed dry saliva while watching the Demonic Dragon spewing flames of destruction, his lips twisted. 'Wrath is showing movements similar to mine.' He didn't really know the reason. However, Wrath was fighting against the Demonic Dragon of Destruction, who possessed stronger Martial Prowess, without giving an inch through the martial arts he had observed through himself. 'How is this even possible?' Wrath was definitely in a rampage state right now. If it were the original guy, he would certainly be chattering away about being arrogant or whatever, and would have spoken to him too. But it was absurd that in that rampage state, he was mimicking his own martial arts and movements that he had never learned. Just as he himself had undergone many changes, it seemed Wrath had also gained many insights through various experiences within himself. 'Did delayed enlightenment come when manifesting in his true form?' In fact, that was the only reason he could think of. No matter how skilled Wrath was, if he tried to follow movements he had never done before, there should be delays, but seeing him naturally display footwork and swordsmanship like this, it could only be a state of enlightenment. 'No, that must be it.' Having entered states of enlightenment more than anyone else, he could tell. Right now, Wrath was definitely in a state of enlightenment, taking the optimal postures and offensive moves that he had seen and learned. 'Should I say it's good? Or...' Raon bit his lips deeply. 'Should I say it's the worst?' Falling into a state of enlightenment and fighting evenly with the Demonic Dragon of Destruction was certainly a good thing. If this weren't the case, all the humans on Cameloon Plains would have already perished. However, if he received a major shock while in a state of enlightenment, he would suffer irreversible wounds. That was no exception even for the Monarch of Wrath, which worried him. 'Besides, there would be problems even without receiving a shock.' Considering Wrath's Martial Prowess, no matter how much he had rampaged, the guy was currently pouring out Aura that was difficult for him to handle. Since there was definitely a problem, he needed to stop it as quickly as possible. 'I need to wake him up.' Raon decided to wake Wrath and stomped his feet in the darkness. 'Wrath! Wrath! Wake up!' He called out Wrath's name, but the guy didn't wake up. Instead, he charged at the Demonic Dragon of Destruction even faster and stronger, unleashing Cold Energy sword strikes. Kwaaaaang! The Demonic Dragon of Destruction and the Monarch of Wrath once again achieved an evenly matched clash, dyeing not only Cameloon Plains but half of this Continent in darkness. This wasn't night. Everything was being buried in a dark sea as if a time zone called apocalypse had been created. 'Damn!' Raon clenched his fists and turned his head. There was nothing. All he could see was the Demonic Dragon of Destruction visible through Wrath's perspective; no matter what he did now, the guy wouldn't wake up. 'If there's no way...' Raon steadied his breathing and gathered his fingers to form a hand seal. 'I have no choice but to create one.' The place where he was now must be at the bottom of Wrath's Mental Image. To rise from here, he had no choice but to wake the guy up, and the only way to make that possible was to show his own existence. Hooooooong! Raon steadied his breathing and began to unfold the swordsmanship he had built up until now with hand seals. As if he himself was facing the Demonic Dragon of Destruction. * * "A state of enlightenment..." Derus Robert watched the Monarch of Wrath facing the Demonic Dragon of Destruction with martial arts-infused frost and smacked his lips at length. "What a perfect moment this is!" He steadied his breathing, realizing this was the moment when he could devour everything of Wrath. "Monarch of Wrath." Derus Robert looked up at the brilliantly shining Monarch of Wrath and curled up the corners of his mouth. "I shall take everything of yours!" He concealed his presence, intending to absorb not only Wrath's Martial Prowess but his very existence as a demon king. Kuguuuuuuu! The Demonic Dragon poured out the most intense and thick breath of destruction yet, as if it would finally erase the Monarch of Wrath. The massive flash that even melted colors pushed back even the darkness that had settled over Cameloon Plains. Gooooooo! Wrath raised his frost-blooming fist as if he would block the Demonic Dragon's breath with martial arts imbued with the Authority of Wrath once again. 'Now!' Derus Robert didn't miss the moment when Wrath's attention was focused on the Demonic Dragon's breath. It was the moment he hid in the shadow of the breath spewed by the Demonic Dragon and pounced on the Monarch of Wrath. "Interfering with good fights seems to be your specialty." From behind Wrath, the golden-haired, red-eyed old Swordsman approached with leisurely steps as if out for a walk. "Gl, Glenn Zieghart!" As soon as Derus Robert saw the old Swordsman's face, he let out a scream-like sound. "You won't be able to interfere this time." Glenn Zieghart's sword advanced with a chilling smile and split Derus Robert's chest. "Derus Robert."