The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 732

 Chapter 732

 

"Could you grant me this wish?"

Raon looked at Derus Robert with eyes filled with anticipation.

'You have no choice but to grant it, don't you?'

The atmosphere among the Six Kings had already turned to one of granting wishes, and Derus himself had also said he would listen to his wish. 

He had even mentioned the need to grow stronger, so refusing wasn’t an option.

“Of course, if we were to fight properly, I wouldn’t be able to match you, so I’d appreciate it if you could hold back a bit.”

Raon continued with a smile, as if the wish had already been granted.

"Please allow me the opportunity to witness the swordsmanship of the renowned house Robert."

He respectfully placed his hand on his chest and bowed.

"Oh!"

"To think we'll witness a duel between the Usurper and the Sky Sword Saint!"

"I'm already trembling with excitement..."

“Just witnessing this duel will be a stroke of fortune!”

Even the leaders of the neutral faction smacked their lips, as if the duel had already been decided.

"Ah, father."

Lephon clasped his hands together as he looked at Derus. He, too, seemed eager for the duel to take place.

“If it’s that kind of wish….”

Derus brushed his hair back with a faint smile.

"I would rather be the one to ask."

He nodded, clearly indicating he would grant the wish.

"Wow!"

Lephon, also excited, clenched his raised fist.

"In that case, let's start right away!"

Ogram jumped up from the round table as if he had been waiting.

“We recently polished the training ground for the youngsters to play around in. This isn’t a bad way to inaugurate it.”

He said, urging them to hurry, and was the first to leave the conference hall.

“I wish I had the chance as well.” 

King Lecross followed Ogram with a smile, as if suggesting Raon could duel with him next if he needed another opponent.

"Leader of the Light Wind, are you alright with this?"

Glenn, addressing Raon by his title, looked at him with a serious expression. 

“Yes. Even if I get a little hurt, I don’t want to miss this opportunity.”

Raon bowed his head as he asked for permission.

"It's your wish, so it's not my place to say anything."

Glenn nodded in approval and rose from his chair.

"Don't worry. No one will get hurt."

Derus followed Glenn out, waving his hand dismissively.

"Hey. Aren't you going?"

Chamber glared at the Magic Tower’s master.

“Count me out….” 

The Magic Tower’s master waved her hand weakly as if she was already exhausted.

"That's ridiculous!"

Chamber frowned and dragged the Magic Tower’s master by the waist out of the conference hall.

The height difference made it look like a child pulling their mother along.

"We should go too!"

"Yeah. If we wait too long, all the good spots will be taken!"

"Just participating in the conference is an honor, but this stroke of fortune on top of it!”

The leaders of the neutral faction also hurriedly left the conference hall.

Raon was the last to leave the hall, clenching his fingers as if sharpening a blade.

'The first step of the plan is complete.'

Naturally, this spar was part of his plan. Thanks to Glenn and the heads of the Six Kings playing their roles well, it went off without a hitch.

'However...'

Derus Robert must have realized this was all part of a plan. 

It wouldn’t make sense for that cunning snake not to grasp the situation. He must have accepted the spar knowing full well what was going on.

'He probably thinks I can't expose his scar.'

That overconfidence, which he doesn’t even consider as arrogance, will become the sword that pierces his heart.

Raon left the conference hall with his hand resting on the hilt of Heavenly Drive. His gaze darkened as if night had fallen over his eyes.

'This life will be different from the past.'

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Before the duel, Derus returned to his quarters and removed his long coat.

"Sir Derus."

Kubara bowed her head as she received the coat.

"Are you sure this is alright?"

"I'm simply enjoying it."

Derus clasped his hands together and smiled.

"I was wondering how they'd approach me, but a duel isn't a bad choice."

He smirked as if he found it amusing.

"Raon Zieghart is a monster who creates countless variables."

Kubara lowered her voice without changing her expression.

"Thanks to his words and actions, our plans have collapsed more than once. You must be cautious."

"Of course, I won't let my guard down. But..."

Derus tilted his head left and right as if loosening his neck, lifting the corners of his mouth.

"They have no way to expose me. The energy of death is sealed deep within my soul, and reopening the wound on the back of my hand is impossible."

He chuckled and lightly tapped his gloved hand.

"It's a fight where the outcome is obvious, so there's no tension. Even the old folks' acting was awkward."

"But..."

"Of course, there are some things worth acknowledging."

Derus raised a finger.

"Since it's difficult to openly suspect me, requesting a spar was indeed a clever move."

Raon and the heads of the Six Kings must have planned to use the spar as a pretext to remove my gloves and expose the wound on the back of my hand.

Even if they failed, they’d suffer no loss since they could use the spar as an excuse.

'But that's just their perspective.'

A crisis is also an opportunity. Contrary to Raon and the heads of the Six Kings' expectations, he planned to turn the situation around, tarnish their reputations, and gain rewards by flipping their thoughts on their heads.

'I'm looking forward to it.'

The thought of the looks on Raon and the old men’s faces crumbling because of the doppelganger’s skin as he removed his gloves made him feel a surge of excitement.

"Let's go."

Unable to contain himself, Derus stood up from his chair and left the room.

"......"

Kubara silently followed behind him without saying another word.

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Raon arrived at the training ground first and began warming up.

You won’t win even if you die and come back to life!

Wrath shook his head, comparing the fight to that between an elephant and an ant.

Just leave it to the King of Essence!

He pounded his chest, vowing to imprison Derus in eternal ice to torment him for a lifetime.

‘That wouldn’t be bad, but this is my war. I can’t yield it to anyone.’

Raon shook his head heavily.

'And what's important in this spar isn't martial arts.'

The spar with Derus isn't about swordsmanship, it's a psychological battle.

The outcome will be determined by who has prepared more and who knows their opponent better.

"Raon."

As Raon was resonating with the Ring of Fire, focusing his concentration, Glenn approached him.

"I'm still not fond of this plan."

He shook his head, creating a barrier to keep others from hearing.

"You should and I should be the one to end this..."

"If we do that, Derus will never reveal his true identity until he dies."

Raon turned his back and lowered his gaze.

"This is something that only I, who poses no threat to him, can do."

He bent his waist as he asked to be trusted.

"Alright. I understand. However..."

Glenn, returning to his original position, revealed eyes glowing with intense heat.

"If it seems like you're in danger, I will intervene no matter what."

"Yes, please do."

Only upon hearing this did Raon see Glen's tense expression soften.

Raon looked back at the training ground and smiled.

'Not bad.'

The thought that the continent's strongest swordsman was backing him up erased any fear he had.

It felt like he could do anything.

Th-The King of Essence is here too!

Wrath suddenly shouted as he soared into the air.

If you're in danger, summon the King of Essence!

As if refusing to be outdone, he perked up his ears and swung his arms.

'Yes, yes.'

Raon chuckled as he patted Wrath' head, just as Derus entered the training ground.

As if he didn't need to warm up, he immediately stepped onto the training area.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

Raon nodded and drew Heavenly Drive.

"Then, let's begin."

When Derus reached back his hand, the leader of the Heroic Sword squad, Varian, handed him a sword with a blue hue.

"Are both of you ready?"

The vice union leader of the Beast Union, who had arrived at the training ground, began the proceedings.

"Yes."

"Yes."

Raon and Derus answered simultaneously, raising their swords to the middle stance.

"Then, let the spar begin!"

The vice union leader roughly lowered his hand and stepped down from the training ground.

“I will concede the first three moves.”

As a senior warrior, Derus stepped back, allowing Raon to make the first three attacks.

"I won't hold back, then!"

Raon charged without hesitation. He advanced as if piercing through space and thrust Heavenly Drive forward.

The blade, glowing red, trembled faintly before blossoming into hundreds of petals.

Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation, Thousand Flames.

Flame Spirit.

More fragments of flames than before surged at twice the speed, enveloping Derus' entire body.

“Such a flashy yet sharp sword technique. The speed of execution is so quick that few can handle it easily. However…”

Derus sighed in admiration as he swung his sword downward.

The solitary stroke, falling calmly, dissipated all the petals of the Flame Spirit surrounding the area.

"It still lacks something. If you want to defeat a senior warrior in one strike, you need to increase both speed and variable."

He offered sincere advice as if conducting a training match.

Chiiing!

As if he had anticipated that Flame Spirit would be cut down, Raon stepped into Derus' back using the Supreme Harmony Steps. The killing technique of Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation, Thirty-Six Crimson Slash, shot out like lightning, thrusting towards thirty-six directions simultaneously.

"It's a beautifully polished sword technique. Of course..."

Derus rotated his wrist. As his sword traced a half-circle, the sword strikes of the Thirty-Six Crimson Slash were effortlessly nullified, as if attracted to a magnet.

"It's still lacking in strength and speed."

He smiled while pointing out the shortcomings once more.

"Phew."

Raon caught his breath and discreetly observed Derus' hand.

Despite unleashing Flame Spirit and Thirty-Six Crimson Slash, there wasn't even a tiny mark on his gloves.

‘A new sword technique? He seems stronger.’

As expected of a Transcender who was said to be on par with Glenn, Derus remained completely unfazed by the sword techniques of Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation. It felt like facing an unbreakable wall.

'But it doesn't matter.'

His plan was still intact. The true victor is the one who smiles at the end.

Rumble!

Raon charged at Derus, thrusting Heavenly Drive, which he had kept pulled back.

From the tip of his sword, a vortex of flames erupted, forming the shape of a giant fire dragon.

Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation, Thousand Flames.

 Flame Dragon Art.

The roar of the fire dragon, known for its formidable power, exploded in front of Derus’ eyes.

Kuwaaaaa!

From the center of the training ground, a blaze of red and thick smoke surged endlessly.

Whoooosh.

Derus stirred the air with his sword, pushing the smoke away as if completely unaffected by the shock.

However, his leather glove was slightly torn.

"Hmm."

Raon swallowed dryly as he noticed the small tear in Derus' glove.

Yet his heart remained calm, beating slowly and steadily.

"It's a sword strike focused on power. I like that you intentionally approached to make it explode. If you fix the lack of precision, it will become a splendid sword technique."

Derus relaxed his defensive posture and stepped forward with his left foot.

"The yield is over. Now, shall we begin for real?"

"Whenever you're ready."

Raon slammed Heavenly Drive and the Blade of Requiem into the ground.

"Sword Field Creation: The Harmony of Heaven and Demon."

His low voice twisted the world. Another sun rose in the sky, and a silver moon climbed on the opposite side.

"Sword field creation, huh..."

Derus clicked his tongue in anticipation. His eyes gleamed with a peculiar light.

"You're making this more and more enjoyable."

"Yes, it will be very enjoyable."

Raon gripped the divine sword and demonic sword together and charged at Derus Robert again.

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Claaang!

Derus blocked Raon's sword strike, twisting his lips into a grin.

'It's ridiculously strong.'

He had felt it when Raon blocked his surprise attack, but Raon Zieghart's martial prowess was the real deal.

Absolute talent that even he couldn't match. Even if he searched through the entire history of the continent, he wouldn't find another human who had reached this level at such a young age.

'Of course, talent means nothing.'

It didn't matter how strong Raon was or how extraordinary his talent was.

In the end, he would fail to bloom and sink into the ground.

Chiiiing!

Raon’s sword drew a graceful curve like sunlight rippling on water. The fire of his sword aimed sharply at his hand.

'He's still aiming for the hand, huh.'

Derus deflected Raon's sword strike, twisting his lips into a smirk.

From the beginning, he had been pretending to target vital points while subtly aiming his sword towards his hand.

The series of flashy sword techniques seemed like a plan to conceal his intent to target the hand.

‘The acting wasn't bad.’

But from the start, this was a battle you couldn't win.

As if hearing his mocking thoughts, Raon's sword strike gained tremendous weight.

It was a sword strike that seemed to contain the sky. It appeared to be the Azure Sky Sword, resembling the Azure Sky Sword of Glenn Zieghart.

‘In that case, I suppose I’ll let it hit me.’

In order to see Raon and the old men of the Six Kings in despair, he naturally allowed the leather glove to be cut, despite being able to block the Azure Sky Sword.

Shaaak!

The thick leather glove was torn apart by Raon's sword strike, revealing the back of his hand.

Glenn, Ogram, Chamber, Lecross, and the Magic Tower’s master's eyes, who had been watching the spar, seemed to make a sound as if their pupils were rapidly rolling.

"That was my favorite glove."

Derus held out his hand instead, suppressing a laugh that was about to burst.

Naturally, there wasn’t the slightest scratch visible on the back of his hand.

"Hmm..."

"As expected."

"Sigh..."

The heads of the Six Kings sighed inaudibly, unable to feel the doppelganger's skin.

'Yes, it would be impossible for them to know.'

The doppelganger's skin doesn't move with mana. No matter how much of a Transcender one is, it would be impossible to notice its presence.

However, unlike the slightly disappointed heads of the Six Kings, Raon's gaze remained unchanged. His expression showed that he had anticipated this much.

'Yes. You must have known.'

Derus chuckled and nodded. This guy, who knew him well, must have predicted this situation well enough.

'However...'

You wouldn't have noticed this skin either.

The more you focused on the back of my hand, the more it felt like you were sinking into a bottomless swamp.

‘I can even see how you're going to move.’

Derus smirked inwardly as he prepared to move again.

Whoosh!

The crimson divine sword Raon was holding shot out like a spear, blocking Derus' view.

"Hmm!"

Derus swung his sword down, deflecting the rushing divine sword. He widened his eyes as if taken aback.

Clang!

Just as the deflected divine sword was about to embed itself in the ground, Raon leaped forward and grabbed Derus by the wrist.

"What is this?"

"You were too fast, so this was the only way."

Raon swung the demonic sword as if to engage in close combat.

"You're quite impulsive for someone so young."

Derus opened his mouth as if surprised, but within his heart, a melody of mockery bloomed.

‘As expected, you’re coming to me on your own.’

It was clear that Raon intended to use the energy that had engraved a sword mark on the back of his hand to draw out the wound again.

In fact, that was the only option left for him.

'Your eyes are trembling.'

Perhaps due to impatience, his eyes quivered like waves struck by a storm. It seemed he still hadn’t fixed that habit.

Wooong!

As expected, he began to push the flame aura into the wound on the back of my hand to reopen it.

'It's impossible with your current strength.'

Derus condensed the aura between the doppelganger's skin and his real skin, completely blocking any space for Raon's energy to penetrate.

"It seems you’re having some trouble."

Derus curled his lips into a smile, maintaining a subtle sneer.

"At your level, it’s completely impossible."

"There’s no such thing as completely impossible."

Raon pushed more energy into the back of Derus' hand as if in desperation.

"I told you it's not going to work."

Derus mocked him as he fortified his defenses even further. His attention, which had been on his entire body, was now solely focused on his hand.

While Glenn, the other Transcenders, and even Derus focused solely on the back of his hand...

Raon saw beyond that.

Whiiiir!

Ignoring the solid defense protecting the back of Derus's hand, Raon drew out a colorless blade hidden deep within his heart.

Shiiing!

The faintly burning blade didn't aim for Derus' hand but pierced into the deepest part of him.

Shiiing!

The Ring of Fire illuminated the darkness, and the emotion of wrath opened the way, delivering the power that pierced Derus' soul with Aris' spatial sword and Ogram's Raging Sea.

"Wait..."

Realizing he had been tricked, Derus tried to pull back his wrist, but it was too late.

The Blade that Severs Death did not miss the fleeting opportunity, slicing through the seal of death lying at the bottom of Derus' soul.

Crack!

Ghoooooooo!

A thunderous roar echoed as if the sky was splitting, and Derus' transparent eyes turned pitch black.

The energy of death flared up over his shoulders as if dancing.

"…You despicable bastard! Was everything just a deception?!"

Derus' jaw trembled as he stared at the uncontrollable energy of death.

"It’s not despicable..."

Raon twisted his lips as he faced the writhing energy of death emanating from Derus’ entire body.

"It's thorough, Derus Robert."

 

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