The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 733 Raon had been lying from the moment he met Derus Robert. No, from the moment he convened the Six Kings Conference. He shouted that they should target the wound on the back of the hand, not the death aura, as Derus's subordinates might be hiding in the video conference. In reality, he had been training only the Blade of Death to draw out the death aura that Derus had sealed, not the wound on the back of the hand. Thanks to his tireless efforts of honing day and night, the Blade of Death had already reached the 3-star level, despite being a recently acquired trait. Even after arriving at the Beast Union, deception continued. Knowing that Derus's minions would have already arrived to gauge the atmosphere, Raon hid his intentions to target Derus and instead maintained a calm demeanor, acting as if he had come solely to protect Glenn. (E/N: ???) 'It was the same when I met Derus.' As soon as Derus arrived, he used a gentle wind to examine the Death Aura, not the back of Derus's hand. Afterwards, while shaking hands, he hinted at giving up on the death aura by examining the back of the hand. He moved so subtly that Derus would barely notice, making it natural for Derus to focus his attention on the back of his hand. 'That's where the real game began.' Because Derus was obsessively suspicious and cautious, Raon didn't immediately target the death aura even when he grabbed Derus's wrist during the duel. First, he drew Derus's attention to focus on the wound on the back of his hand. The moment Derus's attention was drawn to the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation's fire, Raon pulled out the Blade of Death he had hidden in his heart. With only one chance, he plunged the Blade of Death deep into Derus's soul path, targeting the darkness lurking within. A tingling sensation in his hand, as if he had swung a real sword, was accompanied by convulsions throughout Derus's body. Derus's eyes turned pitch black, and dark flames erupted from his fingertips. The death aura, which should have been hidden even at the cost of his life, had lost control and burst out on its own. But the result he achieved was not just one. A gray mud-like substance flowed from Derus's hand, revealing diagonal overlapping sword marks on the back of his hand. Two pieces of irrefutable evidence proving that Derus Robert was the swordsman wearing the blue dragon helmet were now visible. -W-What is this!" Wrath's jaw dropped in disbelief. -Why did the death aura burst out! Weren't you supposed to target the back of the hand? 'This was my goal from the beginning.' Raon twisted his lips into a smile. He was able to deceive Derus Robert precisely because everything had been a lie, to the point that even Wrath, who always accompanied him, was confused. "Huh..." "So you were targeting the death aura from the start, not the back of the hand?" "You deceived even us..." "You're truly out of your mind." "Ugh..." Even Glenn and the Six Kings leaders, who knew about the plan, were trembling with shock at this situation. "Y-You vicious bastard..." Derus pushed forward his dark, sunken eyes, revealing a demonic expression. It felt as if he was looking at the enemy of the first patriarch of the Zieghart family, known as Anima. 'Vicious bastard, huh...' Raon couldn't help but laugh. Those words were the curse-like words he had uttered just before dying in his past life. "Not vicious, but thorough, Derus Robert." Raon returned the words Derus had sneered and muttered, without changing a single syllable. Derus must have realized through the indelible wound on the back of his hand that Raon was the assassin Raon. Derus's eyes distorted as if he realized that the same words were being returned to him. Seeing Derus's contorted face, Raon felt a sense of refreshment, as if the resentment that had built up for over 20 years was instantly dissipating. "I-Isn't that the death aura?" "Judging by how intense it is, making it difficult to breathe, it must be the death aura..." "T-The wound on the back of the hand is there too! The sword mark that the Six Kings told us to look for!" "To think that the swordsman wearing the blue dragon helmet was D-Derus..." "Impossible..." The neutral martial artists swallowed hard, convinced that Derus was the swordsman with the blue dragon helmet. "F-Father?" Lephon Robert stood frozen, his jaw trembling, unable to believe the situation. "Raon!" Derus lost his composure and extended his sword, his face turning bright red. The death aura he unleashed turned into a black net, tightening from all directions. Raon didn't react even as he watched the death aura surging like a wave. This wasn't a fight he could handle from now on. A massive slash poured down from the sky, tearing apart all the death aura that was rushing in from all directions. "How dare you." Glenn descended in front of Raon, having torn apart Derus's aura with the Azure Sky Sword. His eyes blazed with dry killing intent, truly angered. "You're really getting on my nerves." Chamber bit down on the candy in her mouth and spread her hands. Silver mana bloomed from her small hands, slicing through the death aura around Derus as if it were nothing. A black blade advanced behind the silver flash. Silent Sword Master Lecross. The sword strike he unleashed emitted a majestic aura. Derus tried to defend by drawing in the death aura, but the Silent Sword Master crushed his chest with sword pressure. Blood gushed from the wound that looked as if it had been dug out with a shovel. "Kuh-huk!" Despite experiencing excruciating pain, Derus once again honed the death aura sharply and shot it at Raon. "Ah, no..." As Larian spread her long, thin fingers, Derus trembled all over, unable to move as if he were a puppet on strings. It was one of the five specialties of the Mage Tower Master, string magic. "Kugh!" Just as Derus was trying to gather his arms and legs towards his chest to break the string magic, Beast King Ogram surged up behind him. Ogram unleashed a series of punches imbued with Fierce Wave Arts from behind Derus, rather than from the front, as if to take revenge for being ambushed earlier. A thunderous sound erupted, and Derus staggered, coughing up black blood. The moment Derus closed his eyes from the impact, Raon kicked off the ground. Trusting in Glenn's protection, he advanced and stabbed Derus's abdomen with his divine and demonic swords. "Kuk!" As Derus was about to collapse while coughing up blood, Raon struck his face with his fist. With an explosive sound that seemed to twist the earth's axis, Derus was slammed into the ground. "Haah..." Raon exhaled deeply and immediately stepped back. His hands trembled. For the first time in his life, he felt a sense of relief mixed with an even deeper anger. "Kugh..." Derus groaned painfully, covered in blood. "You really do hit well." Ogram shook off his steaming fist and smiled at Raon. "How does it feel to be hit from behind, Derus Robert!" He curled his lips upward, as if mocking Derus. "D-Damn it..." Derus was crawling on the ground, surrounded by the Six Kings' transcendent warriors. His hands trembled, perhaps due to pain and anger. -Why stop now? You should keep hitting him. The grudge is deep, isn’t it! Wrath waved his hand up and down, as if remembering what he had said at the first Six Kings Conference. 'That bastard still has strength left.' Raon shook his head calmly. Despite his serious injuries, Derus's energy hadn't diminished much. There was a possibility that he might take Raon hostage to escape this situation, so stopping here was the best option. -You knew. Wrath nodded calmly. -You're quite perceptive in strange areas. He frowned, saying that Raon's perceptiveness seemed to be concentrated in odd places. "We can't kill him yet." Chamber shook her head and stood next to Ogram. "We have a mountain of questions to ask this bastard." She lifted her witch's hat, saying there was a lot of information to uncover. "You're right." Raon bit his lip as he lowered his gaze. Derus was likely still conducting human experiments and raising assassins even now. To stop that, they needed to make him talk. "First, we need to know why he did this." King Lecross approached Derus's right side, swinging his sword. He looked ready to stab at the slightest misstep. "I-I just want to finish this quickly..." The Mage Tower Master trembled her shoulders anxiously, even though she was restraining Derus with string magic. "H-Head of House!" "What are you doing!" "Stop this immediately!" The Young Sword Division and the Elite Warriors of House Robert rushed into the arena to protect Derus. But their feet stopped before reaching the arena. "You can't go." Roenn was pointing his sword at Varian, the Young Sword Division Leader's neck, emanating a chilling killing intent. "Seeing that you still call him Head of House after witnessing this, you must be in cahoots with him." Sheryl also had her sword at the neck of Bellun, the Elite Warrior Division Leader, rolling her cold eyes. "Hmm..." "That's not it! There's no way the Head of House would do such a thing!" Unlike Varian, Elite Warrior Division Leader Bellun shouted, still unable to believe the situation. "D-Dad..." "Why did you do this when you lacked for nothing?" "Huu..." Derus didn't answer and just let out a long sigh. "Not rushing at me in this situation, you're not in your right mind either." He looked at Raon with intellectual eyes, as if he had regained his composure. "It's been a long time since I felt pain like this." Derus exhaled empty air as he caressed the deep sword wound on his chest. As his touch reached it, the wound that should have been fatal began to regenerate slowly. It felt more like a divine power than an ability. "Don't move." Glenn narrowed his eyes as he pointed the Heavenly Tremor at Derus's neck. Lephon sat on the ground, trembling the hand that touched the earth. "Is Dad really that monster? No, right? Please tell me it's not true!" He shook his head vigorously, as if unwilling to believe despite knowing about the wound of the swordsman wearing the blue dragon helmet. "Hah..." Raon let out a short sigh as he watched this scene. 'Is it only the Young Sword Division Leader and the maids who knew?' From the looks of it, the Elite Warriors and Lephon Robert seemed unaware of Derus's true identity. Though it left a bitter taste, they couldn't stop for their sake. "Derus Robert." Glenn lowered his red gaze as he stood in front of Derus. "You can't escape from here anyway." Chamber twisted her chin sideways, as if mocking Derus. "I've blocked all teleportation magic and dimensional gates. Whatever you do is useless." "Yes, it won't work. S-Surrender..." The Mage Tower Master shook her head, saying he couldn't escape. "Your son is watching. Stop disgracing yourself." King Lecross exhaled a low sigh as he looked at the wailing Lephon. "Derus Robert. To think it was really you..." Ogram gritted his teeth, clenching his fist until blood flowed from his palm. "That's right. It's me." He smiled crookedly, as if acknowledging defeat. "I learned from you. To deceive someone who is highly suspicious, I must first deceive myself." Raon gripped the Heavenly Drive tighter as he met Derus's distorted gaze. "Kuhahahahaha!" Derus burst into maniacal laughter while clutching his forehead. "Yes, that's just like you, 'Raon'. One mistake is enough for you." He nodded as if understanding. "When did you realize it? Was it during this recent war?" Raon tilted his chin towards Derus. This was a question about when he realized he had been reincarnated. Derus slowly rose to his feet. Despite his body being soaked in blood, an eerie aura surged that overwhelmed the surroundings. "I am the swordsman wearing the blue dragon helmet who attacked you and tried to kill Glenn Zieghart." He admitted his identity himself, twisting his bright red lips upward. "Why! Why did you do it!" Ogram grabbed Derus by the collar, his eyes bloodshot. "What were you lacking!" "You wouldn't understand." Derus shook his head with a smirk. He smiled at Raon, not at Glenn or Lecross. "To think everything was a deception, you really prepared thoroughly. I predicted all the actions of these old men, though I didn't expect you to act like this. But to answer your question...No. From the very beginning." "What?" "I fundamentally don't believe in coincidences." Derus rolled his eyes as he let his arms hang limply. "Blood has flowed from this wound for the first time in a long while. At first, I didn't know why, but as time passed, I could find the common thread." Derus extended the wounded back of his hand, from which blood was flowing. "Raon. Every time you achieved a feat, or when something I had prepared was ruined, blood would flow from the back of my hand. When the two overlapped, so much blood would pour out that the inside of my glove would be completely soaked." He licked the blood from the back of his hand and smiled. "My suspicions grew stronger at the Six Kings Conference, and I became certain..." Derus continued, raising his fingers. "At the Water Demon Guest factory. After all the Water Demon Guests I sent to kill you died and the factory collapsed. The handling of that incident was the work of someone who knew me well, and after that, news came that you had returned alive. Despite the time difference, I was certain. That you were Raon." He clenched his fist with the wounded hand, as if he had known everything. "Once I reached that conclusion, everything fell into place - the Shadow factory, the underwater dungeon, and the Water Demon Guest factory." Derus revealed a confident smile, as if he had deduced the process from the answer. "Finally..." He showed the wound that had been cleaned by licking, revealing his reddened teeth. "Only you can inflict this indelible wound." Derus laughed, twisting his eyes grotesquely. "If I hadn't noticed even with this, I'd be a fool not worthy of carrying what's above my neck." He shook his head, as if saying not to underestimate him. "Ah..." Kubara swallowed dryly as she watched Derus laugh like a madman. 'To think Raon Zieghart was the real Raon.' Although she trusted and respected Derus, she couldn't accept the idea that Raon Zieghart was the already dead assassin Raon. Even though Derus talked about it every day, she had dismissed it, never imagining it could be true. Raon bit his tongue as he looked at Derus, who had such certainty. 'As expected, that bastard is dangerous.' He had naturally assumed that Derus would have realized through the wound on the back of his hand that appeared during this war, but to think he had suspected and confirmed his reincarnation even before that - it wasn't the thinking of a normal person. Derus Robert was truly the craziest person in this world. "What the hell is he talking about?" Ogram frowned, not understanding. "He's pretending to be crazy. To escape this situation." Chamber shouted not to let their guard down, layering several mana shields. "I-I'm scared..." The Mage Tower Master strengthened her string magic while hiding behind Chamber. "Yes. Everyone will think it's nonsense. But..." Derus raised his dry gaze. "It's enough if you and I know." He chuckled, as if amused. "Stop wasting time with useless talk and answer my question." Glenn narrowed his eyes as he pressed the Heavenly Tremor against Derus's forehead. "What is your objective?" "Objective? That's..." Just as Derus was about to move his lips to lick the blood flowing down his forehead, it happened. The Elite Warriors' bodies were suddenly covered in thick blood vessels before exploding. Though not as powerful as the Water Demon Guests, the shockwave was strong enough to shake the ground. Taking advantage of the chaos, Derus unleashed his death aura and his innate Astral Energy to strike at the Six Kings’ encirclement. "Hold your positions!" "Don't break the encirclement!" "He can't escape from here anyway!" Glenn, Chamber, and Ogram maintained their focus on Derus without averting their gaze, blocking any path for him to escape. "Ah, you old folks are really annoying." Derus didn't move from his spot, but something that wasn't there before was now in his hand. "F-Father?" Lephon Robert. The one who had been next to the Young Sword Division was now in Derus's grasp. "What is this..." Even Glenn widened his eyes, having not seen it coming. "What's going on..." Raon's lips trembled. It wasn't that Derus had brought Lephon or that Lephon had come here. It felt as if Lephon had been in Derus's hand from the beginning. "You... don't tell me..." Chamber frowned and turned her head. "Are you trying to use your son as a hostage?" She twisted her lips, as if finding it unbelievable. "You've really lost your mind..." "Hostage?" Derus curled his lips upward as he held Lephon close. "Do you still see this as human?"