The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman
Chapter 1510
Chapter 1510
Thud.
Raon lightly flicked off the blood of the Demonic Dragon of Destruction and Archangel Michael from the Heavenly Drive and the Wooden Ring Sword, as though it were the most natural thing to do.
"W-what…."
Derus Robert raised a trembling finger and pointed at Raon.
"What in the world did you just do!"
He screamed in shock at the sight of Raon single-handedly withstanding the combined might of Archangel Michael and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction.
"….."
[Grrrrr!]
Archangel Michael glared at Raon with a bewildered look, while the Demonic Dragon of Destruction's eyes blazed with killing intent, as though it meant to kill Raon right then and there.
-T-this King doesn't know either….
Wrath swallowed dryly and turned his gaze to Raon.
-Did you sell your soul to a devil, you brat?
His jaw trembled too, as though he couldn't understand Raon's martial prowess.
'I didn't sell my soul to any devil….'
Raon shook his head calmly and raised the Heavenly Drive and the Wooden Ring Sword once more.
'But the Monarch of Wrath gave me a great deal of help.'
He smiled at Wrath standing beside him.
-Huh? T-this King?
Wrath blinked, as if asking what he meant.
-W-what do you mean by that?
'The aura I'm wielding right now isn't normal, just like you said.'
Raon lowered his chin slightly, feeling the Crimson Peak quietly blooming throughout his entire body.
'It's an aura that even Grandfather could only use right before his Ascension.'
Blocking the full strength of both Archangel Michael and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction at once was something only the First Patriarch of Zieghart or the ascended Glenn could have accomplished. It was a realm impossible for any martial artist still remaining in this world, so it was only natural that Wrath and Derus Robert were astonished.
-So I'm asking how that's even possible!
Wrath tapped his own shoulder repeatedly, as if telling him to hurry up and say it.
'Thanks to the traits I gained before the war.'
Raon steadied his breath and called upon the authorities of the demon kings that moved through his soul beneath the Crimson Peak energy.
'With <Heart of the Overlord>, I maximized my senses to find the enemy's openings; with <Usurper of the Abyss>, I wielded the demon kings' authorities beyond even their original owners; and with <Body of the Heavenly Wolf>, I became able to endure the overload on my body.'
The Heart of the Overlord was a trait that circulated the aura within his body and maximized his senses; the Usurper of the Abyss helped him wield the authorities of the Seven Deadly Sins at the same level as the demon kings themselves; and the Body of the Heavenly Wolf raised all his resistances and affinities while simultaneously reinforcing his body. Thanks to those traits, he had been able to create a state where he could withstand the combined power of Archangel Michael and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction at once.
'Of course….'
Raon curled the corner of his mouth as he burned the aura of the Crimson Peak over the Heavenly Drive and the Wooden Ring Sword.
'The power of Crimson Peak was the greatest factor, though.'
The Crimson Peak was the strongest aura, born from unifying every aura he possessed into one. It was a power that transcended the very concept of aura, which was why he had been able to overcome even the Dragon's Authority of Destruction and Archangel Michael's grey energy.
'It's also thanks to the newly formed <Ring of Bonds>.'
Thanks to the Ring of Bonds raising his physical abilities, the Crimson Peak, and even the realm of his soul, he had been able to show off a dignity that went beyond merely blocking Archangel Michael and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction, to outright overpowering them.
'Since I gained all of that power through you….'
Raon reached out and lightly patted Wrath 's head.
'I can't help but be grateful to you.'
Starting with teaching him Glacier, which accounted for more than a third of the Crimson Peak, without asking for anything in return, Wrath had given him countless amounts of help up until now. It was true that Raon himself had put in a great deal of effort, but without the foundation of Wrath 's foolishly generous help, he never could have reached his current level. Wanting to say thank you even now, he smiled and gave a small bow of his head.
-Hmm….
Wrath lowered his brows deeply upon hearing those words.
-Heh! Compared to this King's true power, what I gave you is nothing at all! I could give you plenty more without any trouble, so there's no need to worry about it!
The little guy shook his head vigorously, his face flushing red as though embarrassed.
-Ah! At this rate that bastard will come pouring more out again!
Wrath 's eyes trembled, as though worried the System might come calling. But this time, even the System did not stir.
-That's truly a damned bastard. It never comes when I call it, but when I tell it not to come, it shows up without fail!
Contrary to his worried words, the little guy gritted his teeth as though he'd actually wanted to give Raon a bit more power.
'It's fine now.'
Raon let out a short laugh and waved his hand.
'What you've given me so far is more than enough.'
He smiled, sending Wrath a look filled with gratitude.
'I'll win with the power you helped me gain.'
Raon spoke with conviction of his victory as he looked toward Archangel Michael and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction.
"Kill him!"
Derus Robert raised a finger as he regenerated his wounds with his death aura.
"Kill him right now!"
He screamed viciously that they had to kill Raon before he grew even stronger.
"Haaaaa…."
Raon breathed in rhythm with his two swords and bent his upper body slightly.
"From here on, this is my full strength."
As he spoke of his full strength and moved to act, Archangel Michael and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction quickly drew in a breath, as though tense.
Paaaaang!
The instant Raon planted his foot, a shockwave burst across the ground and his form vanished.
Huuuuuuk!
Raon reappeared high up in the lofty sky. He brought the Heavenly Drive down toward the Dragon's head, a spot it had never allowed anyone near.
[Grrrrr!]
The Demonic Dragon of Destruction sensed Raon's presence and raised crimson-black flames between its scales to block his approach.
Chiaaaaang!
Archangel Michael, too, as though she had read Raon's movement, fired a grey blade strike at him as he stood in the sky.
As the flames of destruction and the grey slash stretched out as if to erase Raon entirely, he released the Wooden Ring Sword.
Paaaaang!
Freed, the Wooden Ring Sword spun gracefully through the air and collided with the grey blade strike.
Jjijijijik!
The Wooden Ring Sword, radiating the crimson aura of the Dan-ak, shattered Archangel Michael's grey blade strike and even pierced through the flames of destruction unleashed behind it. It was the Raon Zieghart Style swordsmanship's application of Whispering Wind.
Huuuuung!
Raon did not miss the instant the Wooden Ring Sword pierced through the grey blade strike and the flames of destruction, and kicked off through the air. In a single breath, he closed in right before the Demonic Dragon of Destruction and drove the Heavenly Drive at its neck.
Pajijijik!
Just as the red-hot blade of the Heavenly Drive was about to pierce the Demonic Dragon's neck, crimson-black lightning burst forth from its horns.
Kugugugugugu!
The Demonic Dragon of Destruction, as though determined never to simply take the hit, condensed its lightning to the extreme and blocked the falling path of the Heavenly Drive.
Chwaaaaaaak!
But Raon endured the Dragon's lightning searing his flesh and bone with his own body, and unleashed a Crimson Slash with the Heavenly Drive. As the strike, both extremely fast and extremely powerful, came down, the wall of lightning the Dragon had unleashed with all its strength split apart like a sheet of paper.
Peoooong!
Before the wall of lightning had even fully split apart and the Demonic Dragon's head reappeared, the Wooden Ring Sword had already moved first. The blade, tracing the shape of a leaf, shot forward like a bolt of lightning toward the Demonic Dragon's neck.
[Grrrrr!]
Just as the Wooden Ring Sword was about to tear through the Dragon's neck, it hastily lowered its head. It avoided having its neck severed, but two of the horns that displayed the Dragon's dignity were cut off and fell to the ground.
Kuwaaaaang!
The Dragon was so enormous that even just its horns falling unleashed an impact powerful enough to shake the ground below.
"You move well enough."
Raon smiled faintly and stepped into the Supreme Harmony Steps once more to chase after the Demonic Dragon of Destruction. In a world that seemed to slow as though time itself had stopped, he thrust out the Heavenly Drive.
[Kuoooooo!]
The Demonic Dragon of Destruction, its eyes bloodshot as though determined never to be struck again, raised up flames of destruction. As if that alone wasn't enough, it even unleashed a shockwave using its wings.
Chwaaaaaak!
Raon cleaved through the flames of destruction the Dragon had summoned, and trusting in his own body, he simply endured the shockwave created by its wings and pressed forward.
Jjeoooong!
From the ground where grey dust rose, Archangel Michael's grey slash surged up, but he moved the Wooden Ring Sword with Sword Control and knocked it aside perfectly.
Chwaaaaaak!
Raon's second slash fell toward the Demonic Dragon's head. This time too, the Dragon moved as fast as if its neck would be torn off, deflecting the Heavenly Drive so that only scales and flesh were sliced away.
Paaaaang!
Archangel Michael, as though her pride had been wounded by having her blade strikes blocked one after another, deeply furrowed her brow and soared into the sky.
"Hm?"
Raon narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched the Dragon's scales falling behind Michael and the horns already embedded in the ground.
'Was the Demonic Dragon of Destruction originally this size?'
It was still an enormous size even now, but he had the feeling that the Demonic Dragon of Destruction he'd seen when it first appeared on the battlefield had been even bigger. Still, there was no time to dwell on such thoughts.
Chwaaaaaak!
Because before he knew it, Archangel Michael had closed the distance right in front of him and was thrusting her sword directly at him.
Kyaaaaaang!
Raon caught Michael's blade strike with the flat of the Heavenly Drive while simultaneously launching a counterattack. It was the Silver Sword Dream, its blade path scattering like a dream.
Jjeoooong!
Archangel Michael twisted her sword to the side and blocked the Heavenly Drive. True to her epithet, she read the flow of the Silver Sword Dream and succeeded in a perfect defense.
"Impressive."
Raon smiled brightly and thrust the Heavenly Drive again. The afterimages of the Heavenly Drive, moving in circles, lingered in the air like a panorama. It was the extreme of the Crimson Slash. The Thirty-Six Crimson Flash Techniques, striking the enemy from thirty-six directions.
Huuuuung!
As Archangel Michael raised her grey blade, the Thirty-Six Crimson Flash Techniques, which struck thirty-six directions like flashes of light, slowed as though smeared in mud. Before the Heavenly Drive could reach her, she stepped forward first and fired a grey blade strike back at Raon.
Kyaaaaaang!
Raon let out a cry of admiration as he deflected Archangel Michael's blade strike. Michael, too, as though she had anticipated Raon's defense, brought her sword down again without the slightest hesitation.
Jjeojeojeojeojeong!
As Raon and Archangel Michael clashed, cracks in the exact shape of their sword paths rose up across the sky. The sky was splitting apart from the aftershock of their terrifying power colliding.
But the sky was not the only thing changing.
Jijijijik!
Unlike Raon, who looked no different from when they'd started, Archangel Michael's expression had hardened, and wounds were multiplying across her body.
"Surprised?"
Raon tilted his chin as he looked down at the flustered Archangel Michael.
"Did you think you'd win if we clashed swordsmanship to swordsmanship at close range?"
He curled the corner of his mouth, as though he had read all of Michael's thoughts.
"Sorry, but that's the fight I'm most confident in."
Raon said he wouldn't lose to anyone when it came to swordsmanship itself, and slashed Archangel Michael across the waist.
"Kheuk…."
Archangel Michael let out a groan for the first time and stepped back.
"Since you seemed to have no emotions, provoking your competitive spirit turned out to help."
Raon knocked aside Michael's now-erratic sword, his eyes flashing with a cold, sharp light.
"Coming all the way here was your fatal mistake."
It was just as he was about to thrust straight at Michael's vital point.
Kugugugugugugu!
The sky to the right stained a deep crimson-black as a terrifying aura surged up. The Dragon, having managed to gain a brief window, finally gathered its breath and unleashed its breath of destruction. A tremendous power, more than enough to level the entire sacred grounds of the Holy Sword Alliance, exploded toward Raon.
"Cunning."
Raon let out a short laugh and turned to look back at the Demonic Dragon of Destruction.
'The moment I dodge, every human on the ground will be wiped out.'
The Dragon had aimed its breath of destruction toward the ground so that Raon couldn't dodge it. It wasn't just strong in martial prowess—it was cunning in its scheming too.
"Die."
Archangel Michael, seeming to think her pride was already shattered, gripped her sword with both hands and thrust it forward, a wall-like, massive grey radiance bursting from the blade.
Kugugugugugu!
Even with the breath of destruction bearing down from the front and the grey slash that froze even space itself closing in from behind, Raon did not wipe the smile from his lips.
Hwaaaaaa!
Raon stepped back three paces. Standing in a position where he could see both the breath of destruction and the grey slash at once, he raised the Heavenly Drive above his head.
"It won't work this time."
Archangel Michael, thinking Raon meant to make the grey slash and the breath of destruction collide as before, twisted her blade's path.
Kugugugugugu!
The Dragon, too, seemingly thinking the same thing, showed off the feat of changing the direction of its breath of destruction, aiming straight at Raon's front.
"I appreciate you doing this for me."
Raon nodded calmly, as though this had actually worked out well, and raised the Heavenly Drive above his head.
"A true sword…."
The moment the breath of destruction and the grey slash merged into one and closed in, he brought the Heavenly Drive down.
"...must be able to cut through anything at all."
The Heavenly Drive that fell along with Raon's smile carried no dazzling radiance, no brilliant blade path. It simply split apart the terrifyingly onrushing breath of destruction and grey slash with its red-hot blade.
Raon Zieghart Style swordsmanship.
10th Form: True Sword.
Raon's own swordsmanship, born of his realization of why a sword must exist as a sword, perfectly split apart Archangel Michael's blade and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction's breath.
Gooooooo!
All that remained in the sky, once filled with crimson-black flames and grey radiance, was a single sword.
"Haa…."
[Kueoeoeo….]
Archangel Michael's and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction's eyes shook as though about to roll back. Both beings, seemingly feeling the emotion of astonishment toward a human for the first time since their birth, could not open their mouths.
But the expression on Raon's face, having overpowered the two otherworldly beings, was not good.
"Kheuuk…."
Raon clutched his waist with a trembling hand. Blood dripped down from his hand. Before he knew it, the flesh at his waist had burst open, drenched in blood.
"You've already healed…."
Raon looked at the Sword of Beloved Death floating in the air, soaked with his own blood, then lowered his gaze to the ground.
"Derus Robert."
He gritted his teeth as he looked at Derus Robert, who wore a chilling smile.