The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1443 "Huu..." Raon pressed his temples and opened his deeply closed eyes. "It's definitely not easy." He calmed his ragged breathing and turned his gaze to the right. -Hmph! Didn't I tell you so! Wrath turned his chin left and right. -A victory when you lack reason is invalid! The fellow snorted saying that a state without reason is no different from a scarecrow. "But your martial prowess itself seemed stronger back then." Raon furrowed his brow recalling Wrath who freely unleashed terrifyingly powerful frost. -The firepower itself might be stronger. However... Wrath clicked his tongue briefly and swished his tail. -Since I couldn't perfectly operate that mighty power, I had no choice but to be weaker than now. The fellow shook his head saying that even if the martial prowess itself was weaker, his ability to use that power was overwhelmingly better now. "I guess that's true. That day's victory really doesn't count." Raon chuckled saying he would acknowledge it. -That's right! A brat like you could never beat me... 'However...' Raon looked at Wrath with quietly settled eyes. 'It doesn't seem far away now.' Wrath is certainly strong. He is a supreme demon king, possessing martial prowess on a different level from other demon kings, to the point that Sloth, Envy, and Gluttony would retreat in fear. However, he felt it while repeatedly clashing in the mental world this time. Wrath was strong before and is strong now, but his own martial prowess was no longer greatly behind. Previously, the mountain called Wrath felt so high that its peak couldn't be seen, but now the summit was visible. 'Perhaps...' Raon examined the various auras breathing inside his body one by one. Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation, Glacier, the wind received from Rimmer, earth energy obtained from the Sword Saint's Legacy, and even Lightning Aura achieved through Celestial Thunder Arts. If he could unite the auras of distinctly different colors into one under the Ring of Fire, he could surely defeat Wrath. 'No, it would be even more than that.' He also had the demon kings' Authority and death aura obtained from Derus. Furthermore, he hadn't even achieved perfect Ten Thousand Swords yet. If the things currently lacking were completed, he was confident he wouldn't lose to anyone. -Hmph! Wrath snorted. -Do you think I would lose so easily! The fellow ground his teeth telling him to wake up from his dreams. 'Maybe so.' Raon chuckled and shook his head. 'You're growing too, after all.' Wrath was fighting with him—no, even before that, he seemed to have gained many insights while staying with him, incorporating the Authority of Wrath into martial arts. Thanks to that, it became increasingly difficult to deal with him. -G-growing, you say? Wrath furrowed his brow as if dumbfounded. -This arrogant fellow! Just because you're riding a horse doesn't mean others aren't running! The fellow bared his white teeth telling him not to underestimate him. 'Sorry.' Raon grinned and raised his hand. 'But weren't you dismissive of martial arts?' When Wrath first saw him, he said dismissive words that martial arts weren't even worth looking at. It was interesting that he was now trying to learn the flow of martial arts. -That sentiment hasn't changed. I have no need for the martial arts of humans. Wrath firmly shook his head saying he hadn't changed. 'Then why...' -What gave me enlightenment wasn't ordinary human martial arts, but yours and that nadine bread old man's martial arts. I thought those two were worth learning from. The fellow twitched his eyebrows saying his interest in martial arts arose from seeing his and Glenn's swords. 'Certainly grandfather's sword is...' Raon lowered his chin heavily while recalling Glenn's final sword. 'It's worth it.' He felt a bit proud because he could sense what meaning Wrath had spoken those words with. -Not just that nadine bread old man, but you too! Wrath approached Raon with furrowed eyes. -Your sword has been special since childhood. The fellow briefly closed his eyes saying his sword had been different from long ago. -On the surface it seems no different from others' swordsmanship, but inside it was always full of heart and soul. Wrath opened his eyes saying Raon was able to become strong because he always wielded a sword with soul. His quietly settled blue eyes showed that those words were sincere. "A sword with soul..." Raon stroked his chin while repeating Wrath's words. "Come to think of it, grandfather said something similar before." Glenn, like Wrath, had said he would be able to master Soul Sword more easily because his sword had heart in it, and indeed he had learned Soul Sword faster than anyone else. 'Ah!' Raon exclaimed while thinking about Soul Sword. 'If it's that method!' He looked at Wrath with sparkling eyes as if something had come to mind. -What, what is it! It was when Wrath swallowed dry saliva and stepped back. -Those disgusting eyes... Kwek! Raon thrust his Soul Sword in before Wrath could completely escape. -Say, say something first... 'I have something to test. Let's go to the mental world again.' Raon's eyes flashed with only martial arts in mind, without a single apologetic expression. 'If this works...' He clenched his fist tightly as if in anticipation. 'My sword will be able to grow one level further.' -Nooooo! Wrath screamed as he was dragged into Raon's mental world. -The sparring match is tomorrow! You crazy bastard! * * * "Today..." Darkan briefly smacked his lips while looking up at the dusky sky. "There are many guests." He looked back while sitting, just as he had when greeting Raon. "Despite your age, you've climbed quite high." Rector climbed onto the peak where Darkan was sitting while holding his knees. "Isn't it tiring?" He slowly nodded his chin as if seeing not Darkan's young-looking appearance, but the old man within. "A young soul dwells in a young body. I'm still fine." Darkan grinned saying he was fine because he had a youthful appearance. "Did you not say you first learned a martial art of not aging in order to master all the swords in the world?" Rector smiled faintly while recalling words Darkan had said before. "Whether the effectiveness of that martial arts has run out, or because you've suffered much mental anguish. You've aged quite a bit too." He briefly smacked his lips saying Darkan's face had also changed a lot from before. "Is that so." Darkan stroked his face with his hand. "Since I can't see, I don't need to worry about appearance anymore." He waved his hand saying he only needed the stamina to swing a sword. "I heard you accepted Raon's challenge." Rector brought up the topic of the challenge, having apparently come here after hearing Raon's words. "Thank you." He nodded his head saying he was grateful for stepping forward in something that could have been avoided. "No need to be grateful. I'm just doing what remains for me to do." Darkan slightly twisted his lips saying he was merely continuing the orthodoxy of the Holy Sword Alliance as a former alliance leader. "And..." He smacked his lips while recalling the sharp Sword Aura he felt from Raon. "The chance to fight such a monster isn't common." Darkan lightly tapped his dark sword saying the sparring with Raon would be a great help to him too. "You should know without me saying, but tomorrow's sparring isn't a fight but a ceremony to hand over the Holy Sword Alliance." Rector furrowed his brow telling him not to fight seriously and ruin the ceremony. "Raon has much to do, so you mustn't injure him." He waved his hand telling Darkan not to attack with everything he had as he usually did. "You claim to be his grandfather yet you don't know Raon Zieghart well." Darkan curled his lips as if mocking Rector. "The current Raon Zieghart is a monster I cannot defeat unless I fight with all my strength." He gritted his teeth recalling how he got goosebumps from Raon's Sword Aura when he came here. "What..." Rector swallowed dry saliva at Darkan's words. "In tomorrow's sparring, rather than your precious grandson..." Darkan gripped his dark sword and lowered his chin heavily. "You'd be better off worrying about me." * * * A temporary sparring arena was set up in the center of the Holy Sword Alliance's Holy Ground. It was a very modest place to be called the sparring arena of the renowned Sword Sage Raon Zieghart and Dark Night Sword God Darkan. It was just a well-packed dirt floor with thin fencing around it to keep out spectators, but the two men were calmly warming up as if that was sufficient. "A sparring match between the head of house and the Dark Night Sword God..." Krein breathed heavily while looking at Raon and Darkan. "I couldn't sleep because I was so excited!" He rubbed his eyes saying he barely slept because he was excited about today's sparring match between Raon and Darkan. "I, I couldn't sleep either..." Dorian sighed saying he too spent the night with his eyes open. "Because I was worried..." Unlike Krein, he scratched his head saying he was worried about Raon. "Worry my ass!" Martha ran over and flicked Dorian's forehead. "It's Raon! If we don't believe in the head of house, who would we believe!" She nodded her chin saying from now on they just needed to believe in Raon. "Yeah... we just need to believe..." Runaan also nodded to Dorian as if she shared Martha's thoughts. "He'll definitely win..." She chewed on a snack with vacant eyes as if she wasn't even considering Raon's defeat. "Even so, we shouldn't underestimate the Dark Night Sword God." Burren swallowed dry saliva while looking at Darkan standing on the left. "He's a monster who didn't collapse even between the former head of house and the Heavenly Demon." He slightly bit his lip saying that although he also believed in Raon, they shouldn't only think about certain victory. "No." Karoon shook his head and approached Burren's side. "Believe. Zieghart is a family that always believes in and follows the head of house." He patted Burren's back saying if they served him as head of house, they should believe until the end. "That's right! When a fight begins, winning is what makes a Zieghart head of house!" Balder also laughed heartily in agreement with Karoon's words. "..." Rector looked only at the sparring arena with his arms crossed, as if recalling what Darkan had said yesterday. "No matter how much it's Raon, the former alliance leader won't be easy." "That's right. He's someone who received the title of Sword God before Glenn Zieghart." "Honestly, if Darkan fights seriously, I don't think Raon will get a chance." "Why fight the former alliance leader instead of the current one..." Lawrence and other swordsmen of the Holy Sword Alliance sighed regretfully as if they were convinced of former Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance Darkan's victory. "Quiet." Alice looked around at the Zieghart swordsmen and Holy Sword Alliance swordsmen while placing a finger to her lips. "It's starting now." She clenched her fist watching Warlord Yuber climb onto the sparring arena. "Are you both ready?" Warlord Yuber, who was acting as referee for today's sparring, extended his hand in front of Raon and Darkan's eyes. "Ready!" Darkan nodded his head while breathing like a beast, as if he wanted to immediately unleash his anticipation for Raon. "Yes. I'm ready." In contrast, Raon calmly placed his hand on Heavenly Drive's sword hilt while maintaining complete rationality. "Then..." Yuber raised his hand that was blocking Raon and Darkan's view and stepped back. "I will begin the sparring match." As soon as his words finished, Darkan raised his dark sword. "Let the banquet begin... Hmm!" Darkan tried to use footwork to rush at Raon but stopped in place. No, he had no choice but to stop. Because Heavenly Drive, glowing pale blue, was piercing toward his eyes. Swoooosh!