The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1455 "Phew..." Raon calmly regulated his breathing and opened both eyes. 'Did I finally do it?' He had countless sparring matches with Wrath in the Mental World, but he had only won against him once until now. In fact, even that was when Wrath had lost his reason, so it was hardly a record worth calling a victory. But today. He achieved victory against a Wrath who maintained his reason. The refreshing feeling of all the hardships and sense of defeat flying away at once made him unconsciously burst into laughter. 'Thanks to the Heaven-Slaying Sword.' Heaven-Slaying. The swordsmanship imbued with the will to cut through heaven went beyond its meaning and even split the demon king's wrath. Though it was swordsmanship he had created himself, it was martial arts with unbelievable power. 'It's good that it's strong enough to defeat Wrath, but...' The recoil is just as severe. Perhaps because it contained all the willpower and aura he had built up as a swordsman. Even though he had only properly used the Heaven-Slaying Sword once, his head was dizzy and he felt severe fatigue. He even felt exhaustion where no strength would enter his entire body. Though he had defeated Wrath, there seemed to be many remaining tasks. 'Still, should I enjoy today?' It was when Raon was nodding while looking at his right hand that still retained the feeling of the strike. -Hueoeoeoek! Wrath opened his eyes in shock. -I, I lost...? He touched his neck that had been cut by the Heaven-Slaying Sword and gulped down dry saliva. -This is absurd! To a mere brat like you! Wrath trembled his jaw as if he still couldn't believe it. 'You said you wouldn't call me a brat anymore.' Raon laughed as if he had expected this. -Keueuing... Wrath let out a groaning sigh and narrowed his brow. -Tell me right now! What exactly did you do! He pushed his head forward while smacking his lips, as if curious about how he had been defeated. -You kept using the Heaven-Slaying Sword! Wrath seemed curious about why only the last sword had different power when he had been continuously using the Heaven-Slaying Sword. 'Right. I kept using the Heaven-Slaying Sword. However...' Raon calmly lowered his chin while gripping Heavenly Drive. 'Before that, I only thought about cutting you like other swordsmanship.' -Then at the end...? Wrath held his breath waiting for his answer. 'I imbued it with the will to cut the very heaven.' Raon calmly nodded and looked up at the sky. Unlike when entering the Mental World, the sky had darkened again as if night had fallen. -What...? Wrath's pupils trembled. -You imbued it with the will to cut heaven, but why was I the one who got cut? He tilted his head as if he couldn't understand. 'The source of Heaven-Slaying isn't cutting enemies.' Raon shook his chin without taking his eyes off the dark night sky. 'Since I imbued a sword meant to cut heaven with the will to cut enemies, it could only be half-complete.' He said that until now he couldn't display perfect power because he had imbued Heaven-Slaying with the will to cut Wrath. -Then, then why didn't you imbue it with the will to cut heaven until now? Wrath frowned, telling him to speak quickly. 'Because the sword isn't completed yet.' Raon answered calmly. 'Before that, even if I had imbued it with the will to cut heaven, I wouldn't have been able to defeat you. That's why I increased the completion of Heaven-Slaying while fighting you.' No matter how much of an Absolute he was or how much enlightenment he had gained, he couldn't perfect swordsmanship that surpassed the highest level all at once. He had to endure countless trials and errors, but thanks to sparring with Wrath, that time was significantly shortened. Though it still wasn't completed, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was now close to completion. -Hah... Wrath gaped his mouth as if dumbfounded. -This King was trying to make you a sacrifice for the Flying Snow Art.... He chewed his lips as if his pride was hurt. -But it became the opposite! Wrath let out a sigh-like breath. -What a damn talent you have! He himself had not yet perfected the Flying Snow Art. He had tried to complete his martial arts by sparring with Raon, but Raon had completed his own sword one step ahead of him. For the first time since becoming a demon king. No, for the first time since he was born, he realized the difference in talent. -This is quite... Wrath ground his teeth hard enough to make a grinding sound. -It's a matter of pride. I can understand how those who were beaten by you felt! He nodded, saying he now understood why Martha and Burren from their childhood had made such a fuss. -Do, do it again! Wrath grabbed Raon by the collar. -I'll immediately return this one loss! He stuck out his chubby belly, telling him to quickly stab with the Soul Sword. 'Nope. I won't.' Raon firmly shook his head. -Eh...? Wrath blinked while looking at such a Raon. -Why won't you... 'You're weak.' Raon firmly retorted. 'I don't fight weak people.' He said that since he had won and it was over, that was enough, and stood up. -Uh, uh...? Wrath made powerless gestures toward Raon who was dusting off his clothes. -Where, where are you going! Fight with me! You only won once! He waved both hands while shouting to fight right now. 'Yeah. Once is enough. I'm the one who won at the end.' -Keuheup... Raon grinned at Wrath who couldn't even breathe properly and immediately went down the mountain. -Come, come here! Come here right now! You damn bastard! Wrath screamed and struggled, but Raon didn't even look back. -Kyaaaaa! That damn... Krrrrrr! Wrath burst into true anger for the first time in a while, then foamed at the mouth and collapsed. "Ha." As soon as Wrath collapsed, Raon looked back and chuckled. "So this is the taste of victory." He nodded satisfyingly and continued down the mountain. -Krrrrrr... The foam flowing from Wrath's mouth endlessly poured out like his anger, soaking the mountain white. * * * "Hmm...?" Raon was heading back to his quarters when he stopped in front of the Training Ground. 'Why are there so many people?' Despite the late hour, he could feel the presence of many people inside the training ground. It was curious, unlike usual when only a few remained to train. 'What's going on?' Raon entered the training ground while concealing his presence. 'It's not just many, it's everyone?' Inside, there were more people than he had expected, sweating and swinging their swords. Especially all the executive-level members of Zieghart seemed to have remained for training. 'It's already past midnight.' Raon raised his head to look up at the sky. 'What's even more surprising is...' It seems like they just started training. Generally, Zieghart swordsmen start training from dawn. No matter how enthusiastic they are, when they train in the evening, they're exhausted and most of their strength is drained, but the swordsmen in the training ground right now were swinging their swords with the vitality and enthusiasm as if they had just started training. 'This is...' Raon narrowed his eyes while looking at the swordsmen who were dripping with sweat yet focused on training. 'Something definitely happened.' Maintaining that level of concentration wasn't common even for himself. Seeing even Krein and Dorian, who usually just hoped for training to end, biting their lips while swinging their swords, something important had definitely happened. "Burren." Raon released his concealed presence and approached Burren, who had just lowered his sword and was breathing heavily. "What's the reason for training like this?" He asked what he was most curious about while looking around. "Ah, head of house!" Burren discovered Raon and immediately bowed his head. "Skip the greetings. Tell me what happened." Raon clicked his tongue, telling him to get straight to the point. "What happened? Ah!" Burren followed Raon's gaze and understood what he was talking about, then nodded. "Actually..." It was when he was about to explain to Raon. "Head of House!" "Raon!" Krein and Dorian came running, raising dust. "Are you alright? We'll work hard!" "I'm sorry! If I had been just a little stronger, you wouldn't have become like that..." The two people had come running from training, so they were panting and saying strange things. "What are you guys talking about..." Raon was blinking when others came as well. "Head of House!" Martha dropped down from the air. "I'll soon reach Transcendence, so trust me! Don't do strange things!" She firmly grasped Raon's left hand, telling him not to do that alone. "Raon..." Runaan also glided over and grasped Raon's right hand. "I don't mind even if Raon is like that..." She said it was all okay and blinked her vacant eyes. "What is everyone..." Raon was even more confused and opened his mouth wide. "Nephew! No, Head of House!" Balder waved his hand like a whip. "The head of house isn't strong for nothing! It was because he was crazy!" He laughed refreshingly, saying he now understood Raon's strength. "Ahem." Karoon cleared his throat and slightly averted his gaze. "If the head of house has any difficulties, I will provide counseling anytime." He nodded heavily as if he would accept everything. "Nooo! Please explain..." Raon's jaw trembled. It was one thing for the others, but even Karoon acting like this was truly bewildering. "Head of House!" "I'm sorry for forcibly following until now!" "From now on, I'll stake my life to become stronger!" "I will definitely overcome the wall!" "Please watch over us!" "Stay strong!" The Light Wind Palace Swordsmen also approached Raon, each offering inexplicable pledges and greetings one by one. "This, this is..." It was when Raon was gasping in bewilderment. -Hey! Where are you running to! Wrath came flying while screaming. -Fight again! If we fight again, I can definitely win! He clung to his face, saying let's settle this here. [You have achieved victory in the sparring match with <Wrath>.] [You have accomplished a great Achievement.] [All Ability Scores...] [Trait...] The rewards that should be received for defeating Wrath also came together. 'My head hurts. However...' Raon drew a faint smile amidst Wrath, the messages, and the cheers of the swordsmen. 'It's not bad.' The feeling of returning to Zieghart before the war made him unconsciously smile. * * * A bizarre space where light and darkness were mixed. Light and darkness, which should originally devour each other, were strangely forming a misaligned harmony. Thud. Derus Robert walked with familiar steps on the light and darkness spread on the floor. The place where his unhesitating steps stopped was where five pillars stood at different angles. Ssssss. From the pillars, white steam was gently rising like a steaming pot. Though it was just smoke, an eerie dampness that made one's spine tingle could be felt. Derus Robert watched the smoke rising into the air, then slowly lowered his gaze. He scanned the five pillars in turn and curled up the corners of his mouth. "The curse left by Glenn Zieghart is nearing its end." Derus Robert clenched and unclenched his fist with the hand that had a scar on its back. "Everyone..." He wore a welcoming smile as if he had discovered someone inside the pillars. "You must be ready, right?"