The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1512 Kwaaaaaaaaang! The Divine Sword blazed with draconic force and pushed Derus Robert back, while the Demonic Sword scattered a chillingly cold edge that split apart Archangel Michael's slash. Every last strand of the crimson-black flame poured out by the Demonic Dragon of Destruction froze silver and shattered without a single trace remaining. Kugugugugugugu! A martial prowess nearing the divine. As though possessed by a Sword God, Raon blocked the combined might of Derus Robert, Archangel Michael, and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction with power that bordered on invincibility. Jeoeoeoeoeong! He used the recoil from the impact of clashing with Derus Robert's Sword of Beloved Death to split apart Archangel Michael's grey sword strike, and deflected the Dragon's flames slipping through the narrow gap with nothing more than a shift of his toes. The harmony between the Raging Blizzard Fang, which unfurled the perfect swordsmanship for every instant of battle, and the Supreme Harmony Steps honed to its utmost limit, painted a mystical scene as though a divine dragon soaring freely through the sky had manifested before them. Fwooooosh! Frustrated that he couldn't break through Raon, Derus Robert fired death aura at the Continental Alliance's martial artists on the ground below in an attempt to provoke him. The Demonic Dragon of Destruction, thinking the same, condensed its flames of destruction into something like a meteor and dropped it toward the ground. Jeojeojeojeojeojeok! As though he had read Derus Robert's intentions in advance, Raon wielded the Demonic Sword with Sword Control and cut down every last bit of the death aura and the flames of destruction, and even twisted the Divine Sword to slash through the grey sword strike Archangel Michael fired off in the midst of it all. The death aura Derus Robert had unfurled was severed, Archangel Michael's sword struck empty air, and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction's flames were torn apart. The sight of the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword crossing, radiating red and blue light, was itself an impregnable wall that could never be breached. In this moment, Raon Zieghart was writing a myth. But his expression was frozen, chillingly so. He didn't even have room to breathe against the combined assault of three monsters who had gone beyond the Absolute realm. Derus Robert's sword strikes were sharp enough to raise goosebumps, Archangel Michael sent slashes along a bizarrely twisted path, and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction created a domain of flame that erased any path of retreat. On the surface, it looked as though he were blocking and deflecting everything well, but with every clash against them, tremendous impact was accumulating. He could feel dead blood already rising up his throat, as though his internal injuries had flared up again. 'In the end….' Raon bit down hard on his lip as he pushed back Derus Robert's sword strike. 'Has the Heavenly Wolf Body and the Overlord's Heart broken down?' The Heavenly Wolf Body increases resistance and affinity to every attribute of all things under heaven while simultaneously raising the body's physical strength. The Overlord's Heart is a trait that rapidly recovers external wounds, stamina, and mental fortitude while maximizing the senses. Thanks to these two traits, he had been able to endure the fight against the Demonic Dragon of Destruction and Archangel Michael, but once Derus Robert joined the battle as well, the traits seemed to have overloaded and broken down. He could feel his once-minor internal injuries rapidly worsening. -To be honest…. Wrath let out a heavy breath as he drew up beside him. -It's a wonder you've held out this long. He shook his head, admitting that even he would have found this an impossible feat. 'Hearing that from you feels pretty good.' Raon's lips curled up as he cut through Archangel Michael's slash with the Divine Sword. 'Because you never talk nonsense.' Being acknowledged by Wrath, who had always looked down on him, made him laugh despite the dire situation. -That's right. This king does not lie. Wrath shook his head, saying that as a Monarch of the Devildom, he had always spoken nothing but the truth. -Which is exactly why there's no way out. Just how are you going to overcome this situation! He gritted his teeth, saying he had no idea how to overcome this situation. 'Well, it'll work out somehow.' Contrary to his carefree words, Raon strained—his internal injuries seemingly worsening—as he unfurled the Dance of the Golden Flame to erase the Dragon's flames. -I-it'll work out? Wrath's chin trembled as though he found it absurd. -Have you truly gone mad? At this rate, we're all going to die! He tapped his own shoulder, telling him to think a little more seriously. 'They'll definitely come.' Raon glanced back and smiled brightly. 'There's no way they wouldn't come after being humiliated like that.' He nodded calmly, as though certain that someone would come to the battlefield. -Come? Who's coming, at a time like this? Wrath tilted his chin, not seeming to know who he meant. 'More importantly….' Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at Derus Robert and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction in turn. 'Don't those two seem weaker than before?' Derus Robert had spoken as though he were about to reveal his full strength, yet his martial prowess had actually grown weaker than before, and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction seemed to have lost the absolute sense of dread it had carried during the previous war. -Hmm…? Wrath followed Raon's gaze, sweeping his eyes over Derus Robert and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction, and furrowed his brow. -I can't quite tell with Derus Robert, but the Dragon's aura does seem to have diminished a fair bit…? He gave a short nod, as though he'd arrived at the same thought. 'Just as I thought….' Raon was nodding heavily when— "What are you thinking so deeply about." Derus Robert scoffed and brought down the Sword of Beloved Death, from which death aura gushed like a fountain. Fwooooosh! Archangel Michael thrust out a grey slash from Derus Robert's left that seemed to harden even space itself, while the Demonic Dragon of Destruction, careful not to interfere with the sword strikes, split its crimson-black flames into fragments and fired them at Raon's entire body. Kugugugugugugu! Gripping the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, which grew fainter by the moment, Raon withstood the assault of Derus Robert, Michael, and the Dragon without retreating a single step. He displayed the dignity to even block the transcendents' auras from spilling down onto the ground below. "Haa…." Though he had blocked the enemy's assault, his internal injuries seemed to have deepened, and the fingers gripping his sword trembled faintly. "It's here!" "Hm!" Sensing that Raon had reached his limit, Derus Robert and Michael fired off their sword strikes without hesitation, and the Dragon, likewise reading the mood of the battle, unleashed its breath of destruction. The moment the three auras that had surpassed the Absolute realm surged forward, spinning as though they had become one— Raon stamped his foot and brought down the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, flickering as though burned out entirely, and a shockwave and roar of collision erupted that shook the Holy Land—no, the entire continent. * * * "My lord…." Warlord Yuber lifted his trembling chin, clutching the wound on his chest. "H-how can he possibly…." He knew, because he had fought Archangel Michael directly. That thing wasn't an angel—it was a monster. A being no different from a demon of the sword that shouldn't exist in the mortal world. But Raon was single-handedly holding off that very Michael, along with Derus Robert and even the Demonic Dragon of Destruction. Seeing him, Yuber felt not just moved and awestruck but stirred with the courage to fight again. "Because he's our lord!" Blade Queen Siera raised her head, slicing away the grey sword-scar at her waist with her blade. "I really do have a good eye for people!" In truth, even with the previous generation's will, she hadn't been obligated to follow Raon. Blindly accepting an order handed down centuries ago didn't suit her personality. But the moment she saw the look in Raon's eyes and his swordsmanship, she had felt that this person was different, and decided to join him—and she had never once regretted it. "Honey. Get ready!" Siera smiled brightly and slapped Yuber on the back. "When that thing comes down again, let's be the ones to take it down!" She smiled as though ready to keep fighting despite the wound that had pierced through her waist. "Alright. Let's do it." Yuber, who was always cool-headed, nodded as though he had, for the first time, let himself be swept up by emotion. "Just as I thought!" Fire Spirit King Ifrit clenched a fist blazing with Crimson Flame. "That's the kind of power befitting the brother I serve!" He let out an exclamation of admiration at the sight of Raon forcing back the Demonic Dragon of Destruction through sheer strength. "I told you! He's someone even a Spirit King is worth following!" Ifrit tilted his chin toward Water Spirit King Elayim, as if to ask what she thought. "Ha…?" Water Spirit King Elayim let out a breath of disbelief, as though the whole thing were absurd. "T-that's actually possible?" The Demonic Dragon of Destruction's martial prowess was so great that even she and Ifrit combined couldn't have stopped it. The legend that it had nearly destroyed the world a thousand years ago was certainly no lie. And yet the flames of destruction, which could evaporate Moon Water and burn away Crimson Flame, split apart as helplessly as a sheet of paper before the sword of a mere human named Raon. For the first time, she was struck with astonishment at a human's martial prowess. "Our Head of House is really something else!" Martha grinned and raised a fist toward Raon's back. "Yeah… he's invincible…." Runaan gave a faint smile, saying there was nothing else to say but that. "W-will he be alright?" Krein's chin trembled as he swallowed hard. "The Head of House's condition doesn't look good…." He bit his lip at the sight of Raon's pale complexion. "He's fine!" Unlike his usual timid self, Dorian shook his head firmly. "Because the Head of House's emotions haven't wavered even a little!" He raised his sword, saying Raon's emotions stood firm like a deep-rooted tree. "Dorian is right." Burren gave a faint smile, looking at Dorian with pride. "The Head of House will never lose." He lowered his chin heavily, sending Raon his absolute trust. "What we need to do right now isn't worry about the Head of House…." Burren advanced toward the Six-Headed Scourge standing before him, his blue-edged sword raised. "It's killing that monster!" With his shout, the Light Wind Palace charged toward the Six-Headed Scourge. * * * "Kuhk!" Raon lowered the Heavenly Drive and Wooden Ring Sword, their light faded, and spat out blackened, dead blood. 'It's flared up after all.' He had tried somehow to hide his internal injuries, but the impact he'd just taken was too great to bear. "Now I can see the end." Derus Robert's lips curled up at the sight of the blood trickling from Raon's mouth. "You held out well, but this is as far as you go." He gave a clap, as though impressed that Raon had held out far longer than expected. "Ha…." Archangel Michael, only now seeing Raon wounded, furrowed her brow in shock and let out a hollow laugh. Kugugugugugu! The Demonic Dragon of Destruction gathered its flames of destruction once more, as though to finish things off now that Raon's condition had broken down. "Any last words?" Derus Robert raised the Sword of Beloved Death and aimed it at Raon's throat. He condensed death aura so massive it seemed the blade itself would burst, as though determined to end it right now. "There's one thing I'm curious about." Raon wiped the blood trickling on his lips and tilted his chin. "Why did you hold back your strength, and why did the Demonic Dragon of Destruction grow weaker?" He narrowed his eyes and asked the question that had been on his mind. "That's truly admirable." Derus Robert let out an exclamation of admiration. "To catch even that while fighting without rest—you truly deserve to be called the Sword Sage." He nodded, saying he had to acknowledge the epithet 'Sword Sage.' "Cut the nonsense and answer the question." Judging that he wasn't going to get an answer, Raon raised his sword, ready to fight again. "To put it simply…." Derus Robert stroked his chin and continued. "It's so that I can become death itself." His lips curled up, as if to say he'd already told him this at the very start. "Death itself? And you told me that at the start…?" Raon's brow lowered as he tried to recall what Derus Robert had said. "Now that I've answered your last question, I suppose it's time to end this." Derus Robert raised the Sword of Beloved Death, condensed with death as though it were about to explode. "It was remarkable swordsmanship. Human—no, Raon Zieghart." Archangel Michael tilted her sword, radiating grey light, to the left, calling Raon's name as though purely impressed by his swordsmanship. Kugugugugugu! The Demonic Dragon of Destruction swallowed the flames it had summoned before its chest and opened its pitch-black maw, preparing to unleash an even more magnificent breath of destruction. "Gathering nothing but trash is the reason for your defeat." Derus Robert waved his hand as if bidding farewell and brought down the sword, Archangel Michael, showing courtesy befitting a swordsman, fired off a grey slash that surged along the horizon, and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction unleashed a breath of destruction so magnificent it shook heaven and earth. The three greatest auras since the war began surged forward all at once, and the sky over the Holy Land was torn apart as though scraped by a saw blade. Ssssss. Raon lowered the Heavenly Drive and Wooden Ring Sword he was holding as he watched the three auras bearing down on him without a single opening. "Have you given up?" Derus Robert smacked his lips at the sight. "I suppose that pose does suit you. Assassin Raon." He let out a mocking laugh, saying that, like a proper assassin, he knew where to die. "Hoo." But instead of looking at Derus Robert, Raon glanced back over his shoulder and let out a sigh. "You're way too late." He clicked his tongue and shook his head, as though he had been waiting for someone— Chwaaaaaak! The moment Derus Robert's sword was thrust out, it was violently knocked aside, Archangel Michael's slash was crushed and flattened, and the Demonic Dragon of Destruction's flames were cut apart in a cross. Before Raon, whose terrifying aura had melted away like spring snow, three figures now stood. "I never said I was coming." Standing at the very front was the Heavenly Demon. He shook out the fist that had shattered Derus Robert's slash, his brow narrowing slightly. "I simply want to kill that man." The Heavenly Demon breathed out a white puff of air, as though determined to kill Derus Robert without fail. "Don't misunderstand." The second person to appear—no, the demon—was Pride, the Monarch of Pride. "Because I've come to kill the fool meddling in the mortal world." He snorted, as though he found Archangel Michael pathetic. "Sorry, but I was sleeping!" Dark Night Sword God Darkan, his eye covered by a black eyepatch, twisted his lips into a grin. "I'll make up for being late and then some!" He thumped his chest as if to say leave it to him and raised his sword. "…Pride?" Derus Robert had expected the Heavenly Demon and Darkan, but not Pride, the Monarch of Pride—his eyes, which had been calmly settled, trembled faintly. "Did you say I'd gathered nothing but trash?" Raon wagged a finger at the flustered Derus Robert. "That's right. These guys really are the true trash." He nodded, smiling, saying he'd admit that the Heavenly Demon, Pride, and Darkan were indeed trash. "Now then…." Raon lifted his chin as he looked down at Derus Robert. "Let's see just how helpful this trash can be." With his smile as the signal, a war between transcendents who had surpassed the Absolute began. Kwaaaaaaaang!