The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 755 "He's already taken down two Grandmasters?" Martha frowned as she looked up at the top floor observation deck where Raon was. "That annoying monster." Like her, Raon hadn't swung a sword once in two months, yet he seemed to have grown much stronger. While it was unbelievable, she felt a surge of envy that made her forehead burn. "Raon Zieghart just did what Raon Zieghart does." Burren snorted, suggesting that this was typical of Raon. "Yeah. Always handsome." Runaan also nodded, as if this wasn't anything out of the ordinary. "Let's leave the Division Leader to his own devices and deal with those guys first, shall we?" Krein, also unsurprised, pointed at the approaching subordinates of the demons. "There, there are more over there." Dorian's lips trembled as he saw the demonized humans from the Black Tower summoning demonic energy at their fingertips and the Sword Fanatics raising their swords. "There are too many of them..." "It's alright." Burren stepped forward, drawing his sword. "We absolutely won't lose." He stirred up a fierce wind, exuding confidence beyond mere bravado. "No Light Wind Formation today! Don't rely on your comrades, but on the time and sweat you've invested!" Burren charged forward first, shouting for everyone to use their individual strength to crush the enemy. The wind imbued in his sword took form, cleaving the demon's subordinates in half. "Alright." Runaan nodded and thrust her Snow Flower into the ground, causing silver frost to rise and grip the ankles of the demonized humans and Sword Fanatics. "That's great!" Martha advanced with a refreshing laugh. She stopped in front of the arena manager who was giving orders to the Greedy Demon's subordinates. "You're the strongest one here, right? Veraun." Veraun, the arena manager and referee, was a murderer known as the "Knight Slayer" for massacring numerous knights. Martha wanted to fight this evil demon because he possessed the strongest aura among the swordsmen of the Holy Sword Alliance and the demonized humans of the Black Tower. "Maran..." Veraun frowned as he looked at Martha. "It's not Maran, it's Martha." Martha announced her name while rotating her wrist that held the sword. "So you're Miss Rakshasa of the Light Wind division..." Veraun narrowed his eyes, seeming to recognize Martha. "Don't call me that, will you?" Martha snorted in displeasure. "After all I've done for you, and this is how you repay me, you ungrateful..." "You did well for me?" Martha raised her chin and sneered. "After feeding me poison that induces berserk mode?" "That, that was..." "Ah, forget it." She lightly brushed off her hand. "You're at the pinnacle of Master level, right?" Martha licked her lips and pointed her sword at Veraun. "Come at me. I'll devour you and take your place." "Zieghart's brats are all so arrogant." Veraun gritted his teeth and stomped the ground. His thick longsword fell as if to crush Martha's head. "It's not because of Zieghart, I've always been arrogant!" Martha leaned forward on her knee and swung her sword upwards. The two swords collided in mid-air, creating a shockwave that seemed to tear through space. Martha bit her lip as she struggled to withstand Veraun's sword strike pushing down with its weight. 'He's strong.' In terms of aura quantity, sword power, and accumulated experience, her opponent was superior in every way. If she let her guard down even a little, she felt she'd be crushed like a weed trampled by a child. "It's too late for regrets. You..." "Regrets? What nonsense." Martha curled her lips into a long smile. "Fighting you has meaning because you're strong." Raon had taught her. There's no meaning in fighting someone weaker than yourself. Only by risking your life against a strong opponent can you advance far and high. Martha stepped forward, adding more power to her sword strike. Even if she lacked in aura or experience, her will to win must not falter. As if her will had become strength, Martha's sword pushed back Veraun's and regained its original position. "Wh-what is this..." Veraun's eyes widened, as if he hadn't expected Martha to withstand his attack. "Fine. I'll crush you to dust!" His pride seemingly hurt, he unleashed stronger and faster sword strikes, pressing down on Martha's entire body. Veraun's slashes grew even more powerful, but Martha didn't dodge, meeting them head-on with her sword. Due to the difference in strength and aura, Martha staggered back but ultimately didn't fall. "This is meaningless." Veraun twisted his lips as he watched Martha standing firm like a roly-poly toy. "In the end, you won't be able to endure and you'll fall... Huh?" He sneered, but then his eyes widened. Zzzt! Marta's sword strike, which had been as light as paper, suddenly became as heavy as a rock. Kwoong! She no longer was pushed back and stood her ground, withstanding her own sword strike. "What is this now..." Veraun let out a gasp as he faced Martha's sword strikes that had become heavier than his own. "Now I understand." Martha grinned, baring her teeth as she looked at her sword that had stopped trembling. "So this is what it meant." During their sparring, Raon had advised her to find the center of gravity suitable for her swordsmanship. Even while fighting in the arena, she hadn't let go of that thought about the center of gravity. Now, it seemed that effort had finally transformed into understanding. "Die!" Sensing Martha's change, Veraun unleashed his full Astral Energy in an attempt to end the fight quickly. "You die first!" But Martha had already entered the realm of enlightenment. She stomped her foot, channeling the heaviness through her thighs, waist, and arms to her wrist, creating an intense wave along her blade. Having grasped the true meaning of the Heavy Sword, Martha's blade was imbued with a moment of berserk power, mercilessly tearing apart Veraun's sword strike. "Urgh..." Veraun's chest split open deeply, bright red blood gushing out. "Ah, it's not over yet! It's not over!" Despite his mortal wound, he summoned all of his remaining aura in an attempt to survive. "No, it's over." With a calm gaze, Martha slashed down her sword, shattering Veraun's blade and slicing open his throat. "Ugh..." Veraun stared into space, seemingly unable to believe his own death, before his life finally ebbed away. "Huff..." Martha bent over, exhaling heavily. 'That was tough.' Although she had gained a small insight, it was difficult to use it properly in actual combat. Her body felt as heavy as a waterlogged sponge from the intense concentration. 'Still, I can't just sit around.' Despite being severely exhausted, the exhilaration of becoming stronger made her want to keep fighting. She thought she understood why Raon wanted to face all the Grandmasters. "Next is... Huh?" Martha's mouth formed a perfect O as she looked for her next opponent to embody her newfound insight. Burren had overwhelmed and torn apart the Deputy Demon Sword Master with his swordsmanship, while Runaan had completely frozen a high-ranking demonized human. The other members of the Light Wind division were no different. The swordsmen were absolutely crushing their enemies, as if showing off their newly acquired Master-level martial prowess. Their overwhelming strength, even without a sword formation, was such that it wouldn't be strange to call them demons. "You bastards!" Martha swallowed hard and charged towards the few remaining enemies. "Leave some for me too!" *** "Hey." Raon narrowed his eyes and beckoned with a finger to the White Demon Swordsman who was looking down at the arena. "Isn't it about time you worried about yourself instead of your subordinates?" "You don't know your place." The White Demon Swordsman bit his lip as he raised his longsword. "A fake swordsman who resorts to sneak attacks is not my match." He insulted Raon while displaying confidence in his own martial prowess. "Then let's see what you've got." Raon tilted his chin, holding his Divine Sword high and his Demonic Sword low. As the White Demon Swordsman clenched his molars, intense aura erupted from his entire body like a volcanic explosion. His already long arms seemed to stretch even further. "Alright. I'll kill you!" The moment the White Demon Swordsman twisted his wrist, his sword was already at Raon's throat. It contained the essence of Quick Sword, Void Sword, Precision Sword, and Severing Sword. 'I can clearly see... Huh?' Just as Raon was about to raise a sword barrier in front of his neck with the Divine Sword, the White Demon Swordsman's sword path suddenly changed. Instead of the neck, his sword plunged downward, aiming for the collarbone. Raon hastily raised his Demonic Sword to deflect the White Demon Swordsman's blade with difficulty. 'As expected.' Speed and accuracy weren't the most important factors. 'The real key is adaptability.' Thanks to his abnormally long arms and flexible wrists, the White Demon Swordsman's swordsmanship moved freely, as if witnessing Sword Control. It was astonishing that he could achieve such changes with a sword he was directly holding. 'Let's focus.' Raon licked his lips as he watched the White Demon Swordsman move again. 'A new dish has been served.' Glenn had advised him to find and learn from the strengths in an enemy's swordsmanship. As he said, this was an opportunity to see a new world and grow. Raon resonated the Ring of Fire, taking in every detail of the White Demon Swordsman's swordsmanship. However, because the sword's movements were both bizarre and fast, he couldn't see everything at once, and inevitably ended up getting injured. "Not bad, huh?" Despite suffering a wound that tore off a piece of flesh, Raon curled his lips in apparent enjoyment. "Your bravado is useless." The White Demon Swordsman flicked the blood off his blade and raised his chin. "You can't defeat me. I didn't even show half of my skill to that elf." He couldn't go all out against Rimmer because there were many opponents left to fight. However, if he faced Raon, the strongest one here, first, he could use his full power to crush him. The White Demon Swordsman pressed Raon with his Formless Sword technique, which contained extreme variations utilizing his flexible body and long arms. 'This will end soon.' Raon couldn't grasp the path of the Formless Sword technique and was unilaterally pushed back, his forearms, thighs, and waist getting slashed. If this pressure continued, the White Demon Swordsman could tear Raon's entire body apart like a rag. 'If I capture Raon Zieghart...' The White Demon Swordsman licked his lips as he watched Raon's expression gradually harden. 'I can increase my influence in the Holy Sword Alliance.' Currently, the Holy Sword Alliance is divided into two factions: those who follow the new Alliance leader Rector and those who don't. If he could defeat Raon and kill all of the Light Wind division, he could reduce Rector's influence. 'Let's end this decisively to eliminate any variables.' Abandoning any notion of carelessness, he unleashed his Formless Sword technique at full power to slash Raon's chest. Or rather, he tried to, but suddenly Raon's sword sprang out. Raon easily blocked the move that he had been helpless against earlier. "Hm?" Thinking it was a fluke, he aimed for Raon's wrist, but this time too, Raon defended without difficulty and even launched a sharp counterattack. The White Demon Swordsman was forced back five steps by Raon's sudden counterattack. 'What's going on?' The swordsmanship that had been so effective earlier now had no effect at all. He couldn't understand what was happening. 'No way...' The White Demon Swordsman swallowed hard as he saw Raon's eyes burning like flames. 'He adapted in such a short time?' The Formless Sword technique had such complex variations that even he hadn't fully mastered it yet. It was unbelievable that someone could grasp such a transcendent sword technique after seeing it just once. "No! That's impossible!" The White Demon Swordsman charged at Raon with a pale face. His sword moved in kaleidoscopic patterns, aiming for all of Raon's vital points. It was an extreme variation combining all the techniques of the Formless Sword. Raon didn't retreat but instead dove into the sword strikes, raising fierce flames and frost. Though his sword didn't make many changes, it completely split apart the combination techniques of the Formless Sword. It was as if leaves were being torn apart along their veins. "H-how..." The White Demon Swordsman's jaw trembled as he looked at Raon, who hadn't suffered a single wound. "I learned well." Raon nodded calmly, his words filled with sincerity. 'I didn't know this kind of variation was possible.' While he couldn't physically replicate the White Demon Swordsman's techniques, he could grasp their principles and effectiveness. Thanks to this, he was able to improve his mastery of the variable sword and phantom sword techniques. "You bastard!" The White Demon Swordsman roared and stomped the ground. His sword fell with elegant variations, unleashing countless strikes like sunlight reflecting off a river transformed into blades. It seemed he was using his full power to perform his final technique. "If you've learned, you should pay the tuition fee." Raon crossed his Divine Sword and Demonic Sword diagonally. Soft cherry blossoms bloomed on the red blade, while alluring frost flowers rose from the blue blade, emitting a grand light. Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation. Twin Fire Spirits. Hundreds of petals riding the wind of the Gale Wind Style scattered, creating a storm of fire and ice. The storm of petals, with its strange yet beautiful variations, broke through the White Demon Swordsman's techniques and enveloped his entire body. "Aaaaargh!" The White Demon Swordsman screamed and unleashed a flurry of sword strikes, but the variations created by the two Fire Spirits remained unbroken. Raon unleashed the power of his Divine Sword and Demonic Sword towards the White Demon Swordsman submerged in the storm. Invincible Azure-Red Sword. The combination technique of the Divine-Demonic Harmony split the storm and extended an explosive sword path. As Raon lowered his Heavenly Drive and Blade of Death, now clear of flames and frost, the storm of petals subsided, revealing the White Demon Swordsman with his chest torn open, covered in burns and frostbite. He was already dead, his face frozen in an expression of shock. -Really now... Wrath let out a hollow laugh, as if in disbelief. -You're better at finding weaknesses and openings than anyone else. He shook his head, saying Raon had a cunning personality like an angel. 'Don't insult me.' Raon pushed away the shuddering Wrath and sheathed his Heavenly Drive and Blade of Death. "Wow." Rimmer, sitting on a broken sofa, applauded. "To be able to copy the White Demon Swordsman's variable sword technique, you truly are my disciple." He laughed joyfully, seeming more pleased about the money he'd secured than the victory itself. "I was lucky." Raon shook his head as he looked at the White Demon Swordsman's corpse. "He showed me all of his swordsmanship techniques." Usually, swordsmen keep some techniques hidden for later use, but the White Demon Swordsman, perhaps due to confidence in his physical abilities, showed everything. Thanks to that, Raon was able to grasp all of his weaknesses and the principles of his swordsmanship. "Still, you're probably the only one who could do that." Rimmer chuckled and tossed a sword to Raon. "That sword seemed to be one of the trade items too. It's called the Changra Sword." "Yes, I know." Raon placed the Changra Sword, the Holy Sword Manual, and a pearl necklace on the table. "It seems these three items were meant to be exchanged. But this necklace..." As he was about to examine the pearls on the necklace, a pitch-black face, as if wearing a dark robe, emerged from the corpse of Marang, who had died some time ago. "What is that..." Raon's eyes widened as he looked at the undulating black face. 'Wasn't Marang dead?' It was definitely confirmed that he was dead, yet now he was reviving, which was an absurd thing to happen. -That's a different entity. Wrath frowned, insisting it was an entirely different being. "Step back!" Rimmer stepped in front of Raon, biting his lip until it bled. "It's the Black Tower Master!"