The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 806

 Chapter 806

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Kuaaang!

The swords of Darkan and Rector clashed at the center of the banquet hall, unleashing a powerful shockwave. 

Kugugugu!

Tables shattered, and the food and dishes atop them were reduced to powder, scattering in all directions.

Zzzzt!

Amidst the colossal wave, neither Darkan nor Rector yielded even an inch, their swords locked as they aimed for each other's throats.

‘Huff!’

Rector forced Darkan's sword away with sheer strength and exhaled a breath of blackened air.

‘I have to make him use his Dancing Sword.’

The fact that Darkan was still gripping his sword meant he wasn’t yet serious. Rector knew he had to force him to reveal his full strength quickly to win this fight. 

Kooung!

Rector stepped forward swiftly, leaning his upper body in. His sword became a blue flash heading straight for Darkan's heart.

“Not bad.” 

Darkan tilted his head slightly, as if impressed, and blocked Rector’s attack with one hand. 

“Not yet.” 

Rector had anticipated Darkan's defense and twisted his sword, which had been deflected to the left, and brought it down diagonally.

A heavy energy imbued the blade, leaving a blue trajectory in its wake.

Kwaaaaang!

Rector’s strike bore down on Darkan’s sword as though it would shatter it. 

‘I can’t stop here.’

To overpower Darkan, Rector knew he had to press forward even more.

Chiiiiing!

Rector’s sword transformed once again. Imbued with the weight of a great mountain, sharpness, and variable, it twisted toward Darkan's neck.

“Impressive killing intent!” 

Darkan clicked his tongue, deftly deflecting Rectar's complex barrage of attacks.

The sheer murderous intent imbued in the attack made Darkan’s blade tremble. 

"Now it's my turn

Darkhan thrust his sword towards Rector’s chest with a dark smile on his face.

The blade flashed black, and before Rector knew it, it was right in front of his left chest—it was a thrust honed to perfection. 

“Hmm!” 

Even in the face of danger, Rector didn’t panic and calmly lowered his blade. With the quietly falling sword, he gently deflected Darkan’s thrust."

Boom!

Darkan's sword pierced the empty air instead of Rector’s heart, bursting the clouds floating in the night sky.

‘Now!’

Rector seized the moment when Darkan's sword aimed into empty space and twisted his wrist.

His blade flickered with blue light, falling like a meteor. It was the trajectory of the versatile sword, which unified the principles of various swordsmanship into a grand slash.

“Hmm!” 

Veins bulged on Darkan’s forehead. He seemed to realize he couldn’t properly block this attack with his sword. 

He released his grip on the hilt, raising only his index and middle fingers. 

Peoeoeong! 

Darkan’s sword rose into the air, spinning like lightning, splitting apart the slash Rector had sent crashing down. It was the manifestation of the Dancing Sword.

“Impressive how well you block without even having eyes.”

Rector stepped back under the waves of energy stirred by the Dancing Sword, his twisted smile spreading. 

“A swordsman doesn’t rely on his eyes.”

Darkan laughed, saying that the world he sees is different from that of others.

“Still, you’re surprising.” 

He nodded slightly toward Rector. 

“I intended to finish this immediately if you didn’t satisfy me, but you’ve far exceeded my expectations.”

Darkan smacked his lips in excitement.

“To think you’re satisfied with just this much….” 

Rector straightened his posture, his gaze narrowing. 

"Aren't you underestimating me too much?"

“My apologies.” 

Darkan, reading the resolve radiating from Rector’s entire being, bowed his head slightly.

“Well then, shall we raise the level a little?”

As he lowered his fingers, the Dancing Sword unleashed a terrifying vibration and came crashing down on Rector’s shoulder.

It wasn’t just creating vibrations, void blades condensed in the air flew toward him as well.

Kugugugu! 

Rector unleashed the principle of heavy sword to its extreme. Controlling the space around him, he deflected the Dancing Sword and crushed all the void blades. 

Chiiing!

Rector didn’t stop there. He advanced, raising his sword. 

The heavy blade, containing a softness like flowing water, curved toward Darkan's neck.

“Ha!” 

Darkan let out a short exclamation and flicked his fingers. His Dancing Sword shot out like an awl, parrying Rector’s slash. 

'As expected, this won't be enough.'

Rector clicked his tongue briefly and tightened his grip on his sword. 

The Blue Sea Sword Technique. A deep blue strike, reminiscent of the sky and sea, poured down on Darkan. 

"A contest of strength, is it!"

Darkan let out a hearty laugh, throwing himself into the oncoming slash. His Dancing Sword shot out in front of his chest, scattering a magnificent light.

Kwaaaaang!

Rector’s slash and Darkan’s Dancing Sword collided head-on, flipping the ground. The mansion and nearby buildings crumbled completely under the impact. 

Crack!

Amidst the shockwaves, Rector and Darkan continued clashing their swords, aiming for each other’s throats. 

Countless slashes scattered in all directions, a dark blue whirlwind rising and beginning to destroy the entire Holy Sword Alliance.

“Urghhh!” 

“My ears…!” 

“I can’t hold on!” 

The battle between the two Transcenders was so intense that even swordsmen standing at a distance began to bleed from their eyes and ears. 

But true to their nature as members of the Holy Sword Alliance, who worshiped the sword, not one of them left the battlefield.

Rather, the swordsmen who had been scattered around gathered, becoming a much larger number than at the beginning.

“Now that the audience is full, shall we get serious?” 

Darkan nodded his chin at Rector.

"Show me what kind of sword the current master of the Holy Sword Alliance wields." 

His Dancing Sword began moving even more freely, as if its leash had been released.

"You don't need to say such things…." 

Rector exhaled calmly and raised his sword. His eyes gleamed as sharply as his blade. 

"You will find out soon enough." 

* * * 

Raon bit his lip as he watched Darkan’s Dancing Sword floating silently. 

‘From now on, it’s the real fight.’

Darkan’s signature swordsmanship was the Dancing Sword. If that mysterious sword could not be stopped, the outcome of the fight was as clear as day. 

‘Grandfather….’

Raon swallowed nervously as he observed Rector. He too was aware that the real fight was starting now and maintained his tension.

However, Rector didn’t seem to fear his fight with Darkan. Rather, he looked as if he was enjoying it. After all, he too was a swordsman of the Holy Sword Alliance. 

Paaaaang!

Darkan’s sword shot toward Rector at the same angle it had risen.

Its speed seemed to compress the very air as it moved. Before Rector could even blink, the Dancing Sword was already in front of his throat. 

Clang!

Rector seemed to have maximized his concentration and easily parried Darkan's Dancing Sword.

Whoosh!

But as soon as Darkan's sword was repelled, it swirled around, targeting Rector’s shoulder.

This was the characteristic of the Dancing Sword to move freely, beyond the control of human hands.

"That won’t work on me." 

Rector, as if expecting the Dancing Sword to return, twisted his wrist. 

His sword drew a semicircle and blocked Darkan’s strike once again. 

"This is only the beginning." 

As Darkan’s lips curled into a grin, his sword bent at an eerie angle and surged toward Rector’s waist. 

‘It’s….’

Raon clenched his teeth as he watched the clash between Rector and the Dancing Sword. 

‘Getting stronger.’

Darkan’s Dancing Sword grew faster and stronger every time it was blocked by Rector, its attacks becoming more and more bizarre.

It was as if the sword itself had gained a life of its own.

Clang! 

However, Rector, as if to show that he had not yet reached his limit, unleashed the principles of the versatile sword and his energy wave, blocked Darkan’s Dancing Sword.

Swift sword, heavy sword, powerful sword, light sword, destructive sword, evil sword, void sword—numerous principles of swordsmanship bloomed from his blade, swallowing the Dancing Sword’s offensive. 

'That is...'

Raon’s fingertips trembled as he watched Rector. 

‘Grandfather’s versatile sword.’

Although Rector hadn’t mastered every sword principle as Raon had, he focused on the harmony of swordsmanship and was perfectly blocking the Dancing Sword. 

‘Strangely, I can see it all so clearly.’

Not just his grandfather’s techniques, but also Darkan’s Dancing Sword. 

Even though Raon had reached peak Grandmaster level, there was still a world of difference between him and higher Transcenders like Rector and Darkan.

But strangely enough, the swordsmanship of the two entered Raon's view naturally.

Darkan's Dancing Sword and Rector's versatile sword. Although he couldn’t fully read them, the flow of their swordsmanship felt like it was touching his skin.

‘Is it because I’ve only been training in swordsmanship?’

It seemed that the two months spent honing his versatile sword had improved his eye for swordsmanship.

To him, it felt like a stroke of fortune.

It’s not just that.

Wrath shook his head heavily.

That old man is showing you. His own fight.

His clear eyes were directed at Rector.

‘Could it be…?’

Yes, that’s right. He believes he may die and is leaving behind his teachings for you.

Wrath pressed his lips tightly, telling him to keep watching Rector until the end.

‘Grandfather.’

Raon clenched his trembling hand into a fist. As Wrath said, Rector’s sword seemed to be telling him to observe everything.

‘Wrath, the outcome of this fight….’

Raon turned to Wrath with a small glimmer of hope.

You know it better than anyone.

Wrath clicked his tongue shortly.

Your old man has grown stronger. It looks like he has something prepared, and if that moth had been at his previous level, he might have been able to match him. But now, it's impossible.

He shook his head, saying the fight’s outcome was already determined.

You should focus on thinking about how to escape after this fight is over.

'I won't run away.'

Raon bit his lips and straightened his back.

Even amid Darkan’s overwhelming Dancing Sword, he observed Rector displaying his swordsmanship and placed his hand on the sword hilt.

'A result where grandfather dies...'

I will never let that happen.

*   *   *

“Hoo.”

Rector exhaled a low breath, parrying the attacks of Darkan’s Dancing Sword.

‘It’s working.’

Thinking there might come a day when he’d fight Darkan, he had prepared countermeasures against the Dancing Sword, and thankfully, they were working.

Chiiiing!

Darkan’s Dancing Sword twisted in a bizarre trajectory as it flew toward him. The energy imbued in the sword attack was so powerful and sharp that it seemed it could split the sky itself.

Sseueuung!

Rector imbued the principles of his versatile sword into his blade and swung it down.

The blue wave emanating from his sword fluttered like a flag of victory as it clashed head-on with Darkan’s Dancing Sword.

Kwaaaaaang!

In the pitch-black sky, Rector’s versatile sword and Darkan's Dancing Sword collided, causing a tremendous explosion.

The clouds were erased, and the moonlight dimmed, as if cowering in fear.

“Kahahahaha!"

Darkan burst into maniacal laughter, spreading his fingers.

The sword, which had lost its strength and was falling, soared again at his command, shooting toward Rector’s heart.

This time, the Dancing Sword was faster, stronger, and more intense than anything before, as if it were piercing through space itself.

Kugugugugu!

Rector planted his feet firmly into the ground like tree roots and raised his sword.

‘This marks the finale.’

As Darkan’s charging Dancing Sword approached, he gripped his sword with both hands and struck downward.

The trajectory of the versatile sword, blooming naturally. As if Raon's passion for swordsmanship had influenced him, his realm in swordsmanship was rising at this moment.

Kwaaaaang!

Darkan’s Dancing Sword, imbued with overwhelming aura, speed, and unpredictability (trajectories beyond perception), aimed for his heart, but the versatile sword, wielded with its true essence, completely neutralized it.

Kyaaaaaang!

In the end, Darkan's Dancing Sword failed to penetrate Rector’s defense and was bounced back into the air.

Thud!

Not stopping at defense, Rector stomped fiercely on the ground. He leapt to Darkan’s left and raised his sword, filled with the principles of his versatile sword.

“As expected, you came.”

Just before the sword struck, Darkan wore a deep smile. As if waiting, he gestured, and the Dancing Sword, which had been far away, slashed down toward Rector’s head.

‘A trap!’

... I knew that.

I had anticipated this situation since I charged, because there was no way Darkan would fall so easily.

Kuung!

He extended his left foot forward. Causing a fierce quake in the ground, he extended the hand holding the sword.

The blue aura contained in the sword attack shimmered like starlight, drawing a grand line connecting the sky.

“Hmm.”

For the first time, Darkan’s lips stiffened. At his urgent gestures, the Dancing Sword radiated an explosive, intense light.

“It’s already too late.”

Rector clenched his teeth and unleashed the sword containing the ultimate essence of his versatile sword. In his aged eyes, his grandson, watching this fight, was reflected

‘It’s thanks to you.’

The incomplete swordsmanship that he hadn't completed despite a lifetime of training had gained its own color and trajectory upon reuniting with the family he had lost.

A new constellation drawn by the sword poured down upon Darkan’s entire body.

“Magnificent!”

Darkan applauded Rector’s marvelous swordsmanship and launched the Dancing Sword flickering with black light.

Kuwaaaaah!

Rector’s versatile sword, containing his full power, clashed with Darkan’s Dancing Sword, sweeping the world with a dark blue storm.

“Huff…”

Rector stood still, clutching his chest. He looked exhausted, but there was strength in the hand gripping his sword, as if he could still fight.

“Grr…”

On the other hand, Darkan was bending his upper body, black blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He was clearly injured, but a delighted smile appeared on his lips.

“Impressive.”

Darkan slowly raised his chin, gazing at Rector.

“Indeed, you have to be struck by the sword directly to understand it.”

He curled his lips, expressing satisfaction with Rector’s sword.

“Hmm…”

Rector frowned as he looked at Darkan, who was still standing strong despite bleeding.

“Amazing. It’s power beyond your level.”

Darkan, without retrieving his sword from wherever it had flown, nodded.

“With this level, you might even be able to fight the other heads of the Five Demons.”

"Since I’ve taken your position in the alliance, I should at least be this strong."

Rector nodded subtly, maintaining his guard.

"Indeed. You’ve always had a sense of responsibility."

Darkan revealed a calm smile.

"This has been a satisfying fight. For someone like you who has grown this much, I should also show my true sincerity."

“Hm…”

Rector spread his perception in all directions, ready to counter any attack.

‘Is it the Heart Sword…?’

Darkan had said that after gouging out his eyes, he had learned a little about the Heart Sword.

Whether it means he’s mastered it or realized something else, I can’t tell. But I have to be ready for both.

No, not just ready—I must end it here.

Whether it's the Heart Sword or another ultimate technique, great techniques come with corresponding backlash.

If he could withstand it, there would be a chance to bring down Darkan.

“Then.”

With a slight smile, Darkan extended his empty hand forward. A pitch-black sword radiating light, surged forth from his palm.

‘What is that?’

No aura, no energy wave, no sword technique could be felt from the blade, yet it sent chills down his spine.

"If you can withstand this, I'll consider it your victory."

The dark sword radiating light in Darkan’s hand advanced. Its trajectory seemed to shatter life itself along with the night.

Fwaaaaaah!

Facing the beautiful yet noble trajectory of the sword, shattered the firm resolve in his heart and crushed the image of victory he had been holding onto.

It didn’t cut the heart or soul, it crushed and obliterated them entirely. It was the overwhelming power of the Heart Sword, one that erased willpower itself.

“Guh!”

Rector vomited black blood and collapsed on the spot. For the first time as a swordsman, he dropped his blade and knelt.

“Shall I tell you something interesting?”

Darkan erased the dark sword and shook his head.

“If I fully unleashed this Heart Sword, I wouldn’t be able to remain in this world.”

He clicked his tongue as if regretting the disappearing dark sword.

“Perhaps that’s why Glenn Zieghart didn’t fully unleashed his Heart Sword.”

“Ugh…”

While Darkan muttered to himself, Rector tried to grasp his sword again, but his body refused to move, as if his very soul rejected the fight.

"It's already over. I've cut your will, this is the end."

Darkan exuded a chilling killing intent as he approached Rector.

"It wasn't as good as Glenn, but it was a meaningful fight."

As he recalled his old rival and was about to deliver the finishing blow, eyes of the same color as Glenn's appeared.

“Raon Zieghart.”

Darkan curled his lips into a smirk as he looked at Raon, who had stepped in front of Rector.

“I was planning to come for you anyway, no need to rush.”

“From now on…”

Standing before Rector, Raon nodded his chin.

"I will take your swordsmanship."

 

 

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