The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 755

 Chapter 755

 

"He's already taken down two Grandmasters?"

Martha frowned as she looked up at the observation deck where Raon stood. 

“That annoying monster bastard.” 

Raon, like herself, hadn't swung a sword even once in two months, but he seemed to have become much stronger.

It was absurd and made her envious, causing heat to rise over her forehead.

"Raon Zieghart did what Raon Zieghart does."

Burren snorted as if saying that’s how he’s always been. 

"Yeah. Always so handsome."

Runaan nodded as if it wasn’t strange at all. 

"Let's leave the division leader to have his own fun and deal with those guys first, shall we?” 

Krein, not surprised, pointed at the subordinates of the Fighting Demon who were swarming in.

"Th-there's some over there too."

Dorian trembled his lips as he looked at the Black Tower's mages wielding demonic energy at their fingertips and the White Demon division swordsmen who raised their swords.

“There are too many of them...” 

“It’s fine.” 

Burren stepped forward, drawing his sword. 

“We won’t lose.” 

He exuded a confidence that went beyond mere certainty, raising a fierce wind as he charged.

“There’s no Light Wind Formation today! Don’t rely on your comrades, trust in the time and sweat you’ve poured into your training!” 

Burren shouted for them to shatter the enemy with their individual strength and charged ahead first. 

Boom!

The wind infused into his sword took shape, splitting the Fighting Demon’s subordinates in two. 

“Yes.” 

Runaan nodded and slammed her sword, the Snow Flower, into the ground, causing silver frost to rise and bind the legs of the mages and the White Demon division swordsmen. 

“Nice move!” 

Martha advanced with a refreshing smile, stopping before the arena’s manager, who was giving orders to the Fighting Demon’s subordinates. 

“You’re the strongest here, right? Oberin.” 

Oberin, the arena’s manager and host, was a murderer who had slaughtered countless knights and earned the nickname Savage Slaying Sword.

Even among the Black Tower’s mages and the Holy Sword Alliance’s swordsmen, he possessed the most powerful energy wave, and she wanted to fight that monster. 

“Maran…” 

Oberin frowned as he looked at Martha. 

“It’s not Maran, it’s Martha.” 

Martha revealed her name as she twirled the sword in her hand. 

“The rakshasa woman of the Light Wind division, huh…” 

Oberin narrowed his eyes, as if he recognized her. 

“Don’t call me that.” 

Martha snorted displeasingly.

"I took such good care of you, and you repay kindness with enmity, you ungrateful brat...."

"You took good care of me?"

Martha scoffed, raising her chin. 

"After feeding me poison that triggers insanity?"

“T-that was...” 

“Ah, whatever.” 

She waved her hand dismissively. 

“You’re a peak Master level, right?” 

Martha licked her lips, pointing her sword at Oberin. 

“Come at me. I’ll tear you apart and take your place.” 

“The Zieghart brats are all so arrogant.” 

Grinding his teeth, Oberin kicked off the ground, his thick longsword descending as if to crush Martha’s head. 

“It’s not because of Zieghart. I’ve always been arrogant!” 

Martha leaned forward, raising her sword to meet his attack. 

Boom!

The two swords collided in midair, unleashing a shockwave that seemed to tear the space around them. 

Crackle!

Martha bit her lip, struggling to withstand the weight of Oberin’s strike, which was pushing her back. 

‘He’s strong.’ 

In terms of aura, swordsmanship, and experience, he surpassed her in every aspect. 

If she let her guard down even a little, she felt she'd be crumpled like a weed trampled by a child.

"It's too late to regret now. You...."

“Regret? What kind of nonsense is that?” 

Martha’s lips curled into a long smile. 

“Because you’re strong, it’s worth fighting you.” 

Raon had taught her. There's no meaning in fighting someone weaker than yourself. Only by fighting strong opponents with your life on the line can you go farther and climb higher.

Kwoong!

Martha stomped forward, adding strength to her sword strike. Even if she lacked in aura or experience, her determination to win couldn’t be pushed back. 

Cheoong!

As if her will had become her strength, her sword pushed back Oberin’s, and she regained her original position. 

“H-how is this…” 

Oberin’s eyes widened in disbelief as Martha held her ground. 

“Fine. I’ll crush you until there’s nothing left!” 

Feeling humiliated, he unleashed even stronger and faster sword strikes, aiming to crush Martha’s entire body. 

Kuwaaang!

Though Oberin’s slashes grew more ferocious, Martha still didn’t dodge. She met his sword head-on once again. 

Kugugugu!

With the difference in strength and aura, Martha staggered and was pushed back, but she didn’t fall. 

"It's meaningless."

Oberin twisted his lips as he watched Martha stand like a doll that refused to topple. 

“In the end, you won’t be able to hold out and will fall... huh?” 

He sneered, but then his eyes widened in shock. 

Zzizizik!

Martha’s sword, which had felt as light as paper, suddenly became as heavy as a rock. 

Kwoong!

She no longer was pushed back and stood in place, withstanding his sword strike.

“What is this…” 

Oberin exhaled a breath as he looked at Martha's sword strike that had become heavier than his own.

“Now I get it.”

Martha smiled, revealing her teeth as she looked at her sword, whose trembling had subsided.

“So this is what it meant.” 

Raon had advised her during their sparring to find the right balance that suited her swordsmanship.

Even while fighting in the arena, she hadn’t stopped thinking about balance, and now that effort had blossomed into enlightenment. 

"Die!"

Sensing the change in Martha, Oberin shot forth his remaining aura, aiming to finish her off quickly. 

“You die!” 

But Martha had already entered the realm of enlightenment.

Kwaang!

She stomped the ground, channeling the newfound weight through her thighs, waist, and arms, all the way to her wrist, creating a powerful ripple along the blade.

Crack-crack-crack-crack!

As Martha's sword, having realized the true essence of the heavy sword, was imbued with a momentary berserk state, Oberin's sword strikes were mercilessly torn apart.

“Urrrgggh…” 

Oberin’s chest was slashed deeply, and bright red blood gushed out. 

“I-it’s not over! It’s not over yet!” 

Even though he was severely injured, to the point of death, he drew out all of his remaining aura in order to survive.

“No, it’s over.” 

With calm eyes, Martha swung her sword downward, shattering Oberin’s sword and splitting his neck. 

“Guh…” 

Oberin stared at the sky, disbelief in his eyes, before his life came to an end. 

“Huff...” 

Martha bent over, gasping for breath. 

‘That was tough.’ 

Though she had gained a small enlightenment, using it in actual combat was difficult. Her body felt heavy, like it was soaked in water, as she focused all her attention on it. 

‘Still, I can’t just sit down.’ 

Even though she was extremely exhausted, the thrill of becoming stronger made her want to keep fighting. 

Now, she understood why Raon wanted to fight all the Grandmasters himself. 

“Next... huh?” 

Martha, looking for her next opponent to embody her newfound understanding, opened her mouth in surprise. 

Kuuuuung!

Burren had overwhelmed the vice division leader of the White Demon division with his swordsmanship, tearing him apart, and Runaan had frozen an advanced Master level mage. 

The rest of the Light Wind was no different. The swordsmen, having become Masters, were utterly obliterating the enemy, showcasing their overwhelming strength.

Even without the sword formation, they were so strong that calling them a fighting demon would have been fitting.

“You bastards!” 

Martha swallowed her dry saliva and charged toward the few remaining enemies.

"Leave some for me!"

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“Hey.”

Raon wiggled his finger at the Master of the White Demon Sword, who was frowning as he looked down at the arena.

"Now's not the time to worry about your subordinates, is it?"

“You don’t know your place.”

The Master of the White Demon Sword bit his lip and raised his long sword.

"A fake swordsman who uses sneak attacks is no match for me."

He insulted Raon and displayed confidence in his own martial prowess.

“Then go ahead.”

Raon tilted his chin, raising the divine sword upward and lowering the demonic sword downward.

Wooooong!

When the Master of the White Demon Sword clenched his teeth tightly, a fierce aura surged from his entire body, like a volcano erupting.

His already long arms appeared even longer.

“Fine. I’ll kill you!”

The moment the Master of the White Demon Sword twisted his wrist, his sword was already at Raon's throat. The principles of swift sword, precise sword, aerial sword, and severing sword were all imbued within.

‘I can see it clea… huh?’

Just as Raon was about to raise a sword barrier in front of his neck with the divine sword, the path of the Master of the White Demon Sword’s blade abruptly changed. Instead of aiming for his neck, the sword was thrust downward, targeting his collarbone.

Claaang!

Raon quickly raised the demonic sword, barely managing to deflect the Master of the White Demon Sword’s blade.

‘As I thought.’

It’s not about speed and precision.

‘The real key is the variable.’

Thanks to his abnormally long arms and flexible wrists, the Master of the White Demon Sword’s swordsmanship moved freely, as if it were an extension of his body.

It was impressive that he could create such variables with a sword he held directly in his hands.

‘Stay focused.’

Raon clicked his tongue as he observed the Master of the White Demon Sword moving again.

‘A new dish has been served.’

Glenn advised him to learn even from the enemy's swordsmanship.

Just as he had said, this was a chance to witness a new world and grow.

Wooooong!

Raon resonated with the Ring of Fire, absorbing every detail of the Master of the White Demon Sword’s swordsmanship.

However, the sword's path was strange and fast, so he couldn't see it all at once. Eventually, he had no choice but to take some hits.

“Not bad.”

Despite suffering wounds where flesh was torn off, Raon curled his lips as if enjoying it.

“No matter how much you act tough, it’s useless.”

The Master of the White Demon Sword wiped the blood from his sword and raised his chin arrogantly.

"You cannot defeat me. I didn't even show half my skills to that elf bastard."

Since there were still many opponents left to fight, he couldn’t use his full strength against Rimmer.

But if he faced the strongest here, Raon, first, he could use all his strength to crush him.

Chiing!

The Master of the White Demon Sword, using his flexible body and long arms, unleashed his Cloud-Shaped Carved Sword, which contained extreme variables, using his flexible body and long arms.

'It will end soon.'

Raon was slashed across his forearm, thigh, and waist as he failed to grasp the flow of the Cloud-Shaped Carved Sword, being completely overwhelmed.

If he continued to press like this, he could shred Raon's whole body like a rag.

‘Once I take down Raon Zieghart...’

The Master of the White Demon Sword clicked his tongue as he saw Raon's expression gradually hardening.

‘I can expand my influence within the Holy Sword Alliance.’

Currently, the Holy Sword Alliance was divided into two factions: those who followed the new alliance master, Rector, and those who didn’t.

If he could defeat Raon and kill all of the Light Wind division, he could reduce Rector’s influence.

‘I’ll end this for sure to avoid any variables.’

Abandoning the concept of overconfidence, he fully unleashed his sword technique, slashing at Raon’s chest.

Or so he intended, but suddenly, Raon’s sword shot out to block it.

Kyaaaang!

Raon effortlessly blocked the move he had previously been helpless against.

“Hm?”

The Master of the White Demon Sword aimed for Raon’s wrist, thinking it was a coincidence, but Raon easily defended and even launched a sharp counterattack.

Clang!

The Master of the White Demon Sword was pushed back five steps by the sudden counterattack.

‘What is this?’

The swordsmanship that had worked so easily before wasn’t landing at all now. He couldn’t understand what was happening.

‘Could it be...?’

The Master of the White Demon Sword gulped as he looked into Raon’s eyes, burning like flames.

‘Did he adapt in this short time?’

The Cloud-Shaped Carved Sword was filled with complex variables. Even he hadn’t fully mastered it yet.

It was unbelievable that someone could comprehend such supreme swordsmanship after seeing it once.

“No! That’s impossible!”

With a face as white as a sheet, the Master of the White Demon Sword charged at Raon.

His sword moved with kaleidoscope-like shifts, targeting all the vital points of Raon's body.

It was the ultimate technique of the Cloud-Shaped Carved Sword.

Fwoooosh!

Raon didn’t back down. Instead, he dove into the storm of sword strikes, unleashing fierce flames and frost.

Clang, clang, clang!

Raon’s sword, despite not making many variables, effortlessly split apart the complex connected strikes of the Cloud-Shaped Carved Sword. It was like leaves being torn to pieces along their veins.

“H-How...?”

The Master of the White Demon Sword’s jaw trembled as he stared at Raon, who hadn't received a single wound.

“I learned well.”

Raon nodded calmly, with genuine sincerity.

'I didn't know such variables were possible in this way.'

Although his body couldn’t mimic the Master of the White Demon Sword’s swordsmanship with his body, he had grasped its essence and utility. Thanks to that, his mastery of variable sword and illusion sword had risen significantly.

“You bastard!”

The Master of the White Demon Sword shouted in rage and launched himself forward. His sword moved with graceful variable, like sunlight reflected on a river, sending an uncountable number of sword strikes toward Raon.

It seemed like he was using his final secret technique with all his might.

“If I’ve learned, I should pay the lesson fee, right?”

Raon crossed the divine sword and demonic sword diagonally.

On the red blade, subtle cherry blossoms bloomed, and on the blue sword, seductive frost flowers arose, radiating a magnificent light.

Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation.

Thousand Flames.

Dual Flame Spirit.

Hundreds of petals, carried by the wind of the Light Wind Flow, scattered, creating a storm of fire and ice.

Fwoooosh!

The storm of petals, with strange yet beautiful variables, penetrated the Master of the White Demon Sword’s swordsmanship and engulfed his entire body.

"Aaaaaargh!"

The Master of the White Demon Sword screamed and unleashed a torrent of sword strikes, but the variable created by the Dual Flame Spirit did not disappear.

Sssshaaa!

Raon unleashed the power of his divine sword and demonic sword toward the Master of the White Demon Sword, who was sinking in the storm. The Heaven and Demonic Harmony Combination Technique, Red-Blue Invincible Sword split the storm and extended an explosive sword path.

Hooooooosh!

As Raon lowered Heavenly Drive and the Blade of Requiem, the storm of fire and frost dissipated, revealing the Master of the White Demon Sword, burned and frostbitten, his chest torn open.

He died with a look of complete shock frozen on his face

Really...

Wrath let out a hollow laugh, as if in disbelief.

You really find weaknesses and gaps better than anyone else.

Wrath shook his head, saying Raon’s personality was as vile as that of the heavenly race.

‘Don’t insult me.’

Raon shoved Wrath aside and sheathed Heavenly Drive and the Blade of Requiem.

“Wow.”

Rimmer, who had been lounging on a broken sofa, clapped his hands.

“You managed to counter the Master of the White Demon Sword’s variable sword. As expected of my student.”

He grinned in delight, more excited about the money he had saved than the bet result.

“I was just lucky.”

Raon shook his head as he looked at the Master of the White Demon Sword’s corpse.

“He revealed all of his sword techniques.”

Normally, one would keep their ultimate sword techniques hidden for later, but the Master of the White Demon Sword, confident in his body, showed everything. Thanks to that, Raon was able to grasp all the principles and weaknesses of his swordsmanship.

"Even so, only you could have done that."

Rimmer chuckled and tossed him a sword.

“That sword seems to have been part of the deal. It's called the Azure Net Sword.”

“Yes, I know.”

Raon placed the Azure Net Sword, the Holy Martial Sword Art, and the necklace on the table.

"It seems they were trying to exchange these three items. But this necklace is..."

As he was about to examine the necklace with a single marble, which contained swirling black and white mists, a black face, like a shadow wearing a robe, emerged above the corpse of the Demonic Wolf Monarch, who had long been dead.

"What the..."

Raon’s eyes widened as he stared at the shadowy face.

‘The Demonic Wolf Monarch should be dead, though?’

He had confirmed that he was definitely dead, but for him to resurrect now—it was impossible.

That’s someone else.

Wrath furrowed his brow, saying it was a completely different person.

“Step back!”

Rimmer stood in front of Raon, biting his lips until they bled.

“It’s the Black Tower’s master!”

 

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