The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1508 Kugugugugugu! The Divine Sword and Demonic Sword spewed forth fierce flame and Cold Energy, pressing down on Derus Robert as if to drive him into the ground. "Kuaaaak!" Derus Robert, seemingly overwhelmed trying to endure the power of the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword with his body, screamed with his face contorted mercilessly. "N-not yet…." As if he still hadn't drawn out everything he had, he raised his trembling hand and grabbed the blades of the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword. Gooooooo! Derus Robert pushed back against the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, unleashing death aura from his entire body to draw out his full power. Kuuuuuung! But Raon, imbuing his will with Heaven-Slaying intent, cut down the death aura before it could even approach, and applied even stronger pressure on Derus Robert. "Keohuk!" Derus Robert gasped for breath as he coughed up blackened, dead blood from his mouth. "D-don't you want to fight me at full strength?" He opened his trembling lips, suggesting they both draw out their hidden full strength and clash head-on. "I-isn't that what you've been Cultivating for all this time?!" Derus Robert tilted his chin, as if to ask whether it wouldn't be a shame to kill him like this, with a sneak attack. "You're right. It is a shame." Raon nodded calmly. "Because I wanted to shatter your full strength with my own power." "T-then…." Derus Robert sensed that this was his chance, and his eyes, dwelling with death, gleamed. "But that's not going to happen." Raon shook his head firmly, meaning he had no intention whatsoever of falling for Derus Robert's temptation. "Because killing you takes priority over my own regret." As Derus Robert said, there was some regret in not being able to clash at full strength. But killing him now was the only way to end this war while minimizing the damage. For that, his own regret didn't matter to him in the slightest. Besides, it wasn't he himself who had created the opening to stab Derus Robert, but the comrades who trusted him. To protect them, he had to kill Derus Robert for certain right now. "Y-you're really going to kill me just like this? Didn't you want to humiliate me thoroughly before killing me?!" Derus Robert struggled and thrashed even while pierced by the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, trying somehow to pull his body free. "There's no need for me to humiliate you with my own mouth." Raon calmly closed his eyes and opened them again, tightening his grip on the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword. "Because pronouncing death upon you, who deals in death, will be the greatest humiliation of all." He pressed down even harder on Derus Robert, who was tearing through flesh and bone trying to escape the blades, and twisted the corner of his mouth upward. Kugugugugugu! The death aura protecting Derus Robert's split-open body began to melt away before the Divine Sword's flame and the Demonic Sword's Frost, and jet-black blood began to spurt out. "Kuaaaaaak!" Derus Robert, too, seemed unable to bear the agony of even his soul burning, and let out a tearing scream. "This ends here." Raon drew in a breath as he made the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword burn even more fiercely. Raon Zieghart Style swordsmanship. 6th Form, Divine-Demonic Harmony linked technique: Invincible Azure-Red Sword. The Invincible Azure-Red Sword was the most powerful swordsmanship among all the ultimate techniques he could wield, but this time it was even more special. Since it carried both the Heaven-Slaying will that cuts the sky and the Willpower of the Soul Sword that cleaves the soul, even Derus Robert had no choice but to die. Kugugugugu! The Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, moving in accordance with Raon's hands, flickered as though about to explode and began to cleave through Derus Robert's body and soul. "S-stop… Kuaaaaaaaak!" As Derus Robert's flesh split open, the countless souls squirming within let out a bone-shaking, terrible cry. "Kkeugh!" "W-what is this sound?" "M-my stomach is churning." "My head feels like it's splitting!" The Martial Artists of the Continental Alliance, the moment they heard the screams of the souls Derus Robert held, clutched their heads and dropped to their knees. Some, seemingly unable to endure it, coughed up blood. "Noisy." But Raon, stepping on the screaming souls of Derus Robert with his foot, kept swinging the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword downward. Chzzzzzzt! The Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, sparking red and blue, fell downward, mercilessly cleaving through Derus Robert's countless souls. "N-no!" Derus Robert spat out blackened, dead blood and shook his head. As if making one last desperate struggle, he detonated the condensed death aura in front of his chest. "Yes, it will." It was at the moment Raon, enduring the death aura with his body, was about to cut through Derus Robert's soul to the very end. Paaaaaang! He felt an ashen flash of light bearing down from the right at a terrifying speed. 'This is—!' The instant he sensed it, the extremely swift slash had already closed in near his heart. It was unmistakably Archangel Michael's swordsmanship. 'Such speed….' There wasn't even time to turn his gaze toward Archangel Michael. There were only two paths he could choose right now. Either kill Derus Robert and die himself with his heart pierced, or give up on killing Derus Robert and dodge Archangel Michael's sword strike—only one of the two. 'No, I'll endure it, and kill him.' It was as he thought to endure Archangel Michael's sword strike and kill Derus Robert, about to unleash the power dwelling within the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword. "Ueaaaaaa!" Derus Robert, too, sensed Archangel Michael's Aura, and as though making a last desperate struggle, raised his death aura and pushed the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword back, if only slightly. 'If this happens….' Raon's eyes darted sharply, and at that moment, a chillingly sharp slash fell upon the space where he and Derus Robert stood. Kuwaaaaang! The death aura, the Divine-Demonic Harmony, and Michael's slash collided from three directions, and a tremendous force exploded, shaking heaven and earth. Hoooooo. The black smoke that had surged up into the sky slowly cleared, revealing Raon and Derus Robert. "…." "Huff, huff…." Raon hadn't sustained any injuries, but he was drenched in cold sweat from expending so much power, while Derus Robert, seemingly having barely survived, gasped for breath and spread death aura through his body, which was torn as if hacked to pieces. "Tch." Raon clicked his tongue as he watched Derus Robert regenerate his body and soul. 'It really was just an instant.' If he'd had just one more second, he could have killed Derus Robert for certain—it was such a shame that interference had come at that exact moment. "Hoo." Raon bit his lip slightly in regret and turned to look to the right. "M-master!" "I'm sorry…." Blade Queen Siera and Warlord Yuber lay collapsed, coughing blood with their chests and waists pierced through, while Archangel Michael, without so much as a minor wound, stood firm and looked this way. "No. It's all right." Raon shook his head calmly. Michael was a monster who had reached the absolute peak. It was already a miracle that the two of them, having only just become Absolutes, had held Michael off this long. If anything, it was he who regretted not having considered that part. "W-well done." Derus Robert leaped back away from Raon and spat out the blood pooled in his mouth. "Thanks to you, I'm alive!" He nodded vigorously, his face pale as though he had truly barely survived. "…." Archangel Michael, despite having saved Derus Robert, showed no particular reaction and only stared at Raon. "Don't worry." Derus Robert smacked his lips as he approached to Michael's side. "I merely let my guard down and nearly got caught out. That won't happen again." He beat his torn, blood-gushing chest, saying he had only been caught by Raon's sneak attack, and that he was confident he'd win if they fought properly. "…Is that so." Archangel Michael nodded calmly without even glancing at Derus Robert, as though it didn't matter either way. "Are you two all right?" Raon let out a heavy breath as he approached Blade Queen Siera and Warlord Yuber, who lay collapsed before Michael. "D-don't worry! I can still fight!" "Yes. I'm fine." It was as the Blade Queen and the Warlord, though coughing blood, struggled to rise to their feet as if they could still fight Archangel Michael. Kugugugugugu! From the dark red, molten sky, two massive bodies as large as meteors came falling down. Kuuuuuung! The Fire Spirit King Ifrit and the Water Spirit King Elayim. The two Spirit Kings fell and crashed into the ground, their size shrunk to less than half of what it had been when they first appeared. "Kkeuguk…." "Haaa…." Ifrit ground his teeth as if in frustration, while Elayim let out a deep sigh, as though she had known this would happen. "Let's go again! This time we can win!" "N-no, we can't. That's a calamity. Unless it's in the Spirit Realm, even we can't stop it." Ifrit rose to his feet as if to fight again, while Elayim shook her head firmly, saying that even blocking it now was no easy task. Kugugugugugugu! From the pitch-black sky where the Spirit Kings had fallen, the Demonic Dragon of Destruction, looking even more colossal than the sun, descended. Its dark red, burning eyes were narrowed thin, as if mocking the Spirit Kings. "Kuhahahahaha!" Derus Robert burst into mad laughter, clutching his blood-streaked head. "I told you." He nodded as though he had foreseen this very outcome. "That those vermin couldn't stop it." Derus Robert, saying hadn't he said from the very start that it was an impossible task, looked in turn at Michael standing to his right and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction descending on his left, and burst out laughing. "What are you going to do now?" He looked at Raon, his chin raised arrogantly. "Are you going to stop all of us by yourself?" Derus Robert twisted the corner of his mouth upward, as if to ask whether that was even possible. "L-Lord. Don't worry. We will stop it." "That's right! If we fight again, we can win!" Warlord Yuber and Blade Queen Siera used their sword and blade as canes to rise to their feet once more. The two of them pointed their weapons at Michael with trembling hands, as if to say they would keep fighting even if it killed them. "……." Archangel Michael, though she could have killed the Blade Queen and the Warlord instantly, did not swing her sword, and merely watched the two of them rise to their feet. "Brother! We can fight more too!" "Haaa, there's really no helping it, is there." The Fire Spirit King Ifrit and the Water Spirit King Elayim also stepped forward to face the Demonic Dragon of Destruction, saying they'd try once more. [Grrrrrr!] The Demonic Dragon of Destruction, seemingly irritated at the sight of the outmatched Spirit Kings rising again, gathered flames of destruction at the corner of its mouth. "To think you'd walk a path to death, knowing full well it's a path to death…." Derus Robert watched the scene and clapped mockingly. "What truly moving camaraderie." Contrary to his words about it being moving, he let out a mocking laugh as he watched those standing before Raon. "It's all right now." Raon, without even responding to Derus Robert's mockery, stepped forward. He passed by the Blade Queen, the Warlord, Ifrit, and Elayim, and stood alone before Archangel Michael and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction. "From now on, I'll handle this." Raon raised the Heavenly Drive and the Wooden Ring Sword with a calm gaze, as though he intended to bear the might of Archangel Michael and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction alone. "Ha…?" Derus Robert let out a hollow laugh at the sight. "Hm…." [Grrrrrr.] Archangel Michael and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction, too, seemed irritated by Raon's arrogance, and gave off an angry Aura. "You've finally gone mad." Derus Robert scoffed and waved his hand. "I'll admit you've grown fairly strong, but you're going to face all three of us at once?" He tilted his chin, as if to ask whether fear had driven him out of his mind. "Not three, but two. Because right now, you're no different from a corpse." Raon shook his head, certain that Derus Robert's condition was far from good. "Hmm…." Derus Robert, as though struck at the heart of the matter, couldn't continue speaking and let out a low groan. "You said you wanted to see my full strength, didn't you?" Raon let out a quiet breath and straightened his back. "I'll show you right here. Who I am." Even with the strongest Archangel of the heavenly realm and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction before him, far from feeling fear, he muttered arrogantly, as if intending to overwhelm them instead. "Come."