The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 756

 Chapter 756

 

"That is…."

Raon swallowed dryly as he watched the human form rising from the Demonic Wolf Monarch's corpse.

‘Is that… the Black Tower's master?’

Surely, the eerie mist surrounding him was on a different level from the Demonic Wolf Monarch. He felt a pressure as if his soul was being crushed by darkness.

"This necklace…."

Raon bit his lip as he looked at the necklace placed on the table.

‘Was it such an important item?’

 

He hadn't expected someone like the Black Tower's master to care about such a trivial transaction. It seemed that this necklace, which the Master of the White Demon Sword had brought, was far more valuable than he initially thought.

‘In that case, this might be my lifeline.’

If the Black Tower's master had truly come for this necklace, he could use it to negotiate for their lives.

Leaving the Holy Martial Sword Art and Azure Net Sword behind, he only grabbed the necklace.

"Raon."

Rimmer stood in front of him, trembling at his fingertips, completely blocking his way.

"Never step forward!"

He exhaled a heavy breath, declaring that he would protect him no matter what.

"Vice division leader…."

Hmm….

While Raon was looking at Rimmer’s back, prepared to face death, Wrath clicked his tongue.

My apologies to the show-off shitty-ears, but that's not the real one.

'Not the real one?'

It's just an avatar manifested using the demonic energy of that idiot you ambushed.

Wrath scoffed, saying it wasn't the real one, just an avatar. 

But that guy's demonic energy…

Wrath furrowed his brow deeply, sensing something.

'An avatar?'

An avatar?

Raon silently repeated Wrath's words while looking at the black mist that had taken a human form.

'Indeed….'

The energy is weak.

The soul level the Black Tower’s master possessed was so immense it could crush this entire space, but the actual demonic energy he felt wasn't that significant.

As Wrath said, it seemed there was a limit to how much demonic energy could be wielded from the Demonic Wolf Monarch.

'So if that demonic energy runs out, the avatar will disappear too?'

Since the Black Tower’s master had emerged using the Demonic Wolf Monarch's demonic energy, once that energy is depleted, the Black Tower Master's advent would likely end as well.

Right.

Wrath nodded nonchalantly.

When a parasite runs out of sustenance from its host, it falls off.

' In that case, it's worth a try.'

Considering the current situation with the Five Kings and Five Demons, and recalling what he'd heard about the Black Tower’s master's personality and actions from Derus and the Holy Sword Alliance’s master (Darkan), one answer emerged that could ensure their survival.

'Stay calm.'

As the saying goes, even if you're bitten by a tiger, you can survive if you stay calm. If he used his wits and words wisely, he might overcome this crisis.

As Raon steadied his breathing, a sinister light flashed from within the black mist. Just meeting that gaze made his whole body break out in goosebumps.

"Raon Zieghart."

The Black Tower's master, wrapped in black mist, ignored Rimmer and directed his dry voice toward Raon.

"It's you again."

Oddly enough, his voice didn’t enter through Raon’s ears but directly into his mind.

"If you don't want to suffer even in death, hand over the black and white marble."

The Black Tower’s master gestured toward the necklace Raon held.

"Hah, what nonsense."

Rimmer shook his head, his jaw trembling.

"That's our lifeline, why would we give it to you! Raon, never hand it over!"

Rimmer, having realized the importance of the necklace, furrowed his brow.

"Then I'll kill both of you and take it."

Black demonic energy flared violently from the Black Tower's master's hand, radiating a heat that seemed capable of melting everything.

As Raon endured the killing intent from the Black Tower's master, he placed his hand on the hilt of Heavenly Drive sword.

'That’s just a bluff.'

If it were the real Black Tower’s master, he could have killed both him and Rimmer with just a look, but what stood before him was merely an avatar made from demonic energy.

He couldn’t win, but he didn’t feel like he would lose either.

Step.

After organizing his thoughts, Raon moved forward without hesitation.

"Raon!"

Rimmer gasped and grabbed his shoulder, blocking his path.

"What are you doing!"

"It's okay."

Raon gave Rimmer a calm smile.

"Um…."

Flustered by Raon's composed gaze, Rimmer hesitated momentarily before stepping aside.

"Black Tower's master."

Raon stopped ten steps away from the Black Tower’s master.

"How long are you going to keep bluffing like a piece of cotton candy that would blow away with a breath?"

He shook the necklace called the black and white marble at the mist-shrouded Black Tower’s master.

Whooosh!

When the Black Tower’s master tilted his chin, the dark demonic flames blazing in his grip shot out, attempting to envelop the black and white marble

"I knew it."

Biting his lip, Raon unleashed the Azure Sky Sword with a quick-draw technique.

Blue frost surged from the tip of his blade, slicing through the dark flames.

Slaaash!

The flames raised by the Black Tower’s master scattered without ever touching the black and white marble.

'Ugh….'

Raon gritted his teeth and forced strength into his wrist, which throbbed as if it might break.

'To think this level of power comes from such little demonic energy….'

As expected of one of the head of the Five Demons, even with such a small amount of demonic energy, the Black Tower’s master could create overwhelming flames.

Even a moment of carelessness would leave him reduced to ashes.

‘But I can endure it.’

He wouldn't be able to use up all that demonic energy.

The Black Tower’s master wasn’t here to avenge the Demonic Wolf Monarch, he was here to secure the black and white marble.

To transport that necklace to where his real body was, he would need to conserve the demonic energy. Raon planned to exploit that fact.

Whooosh!

The Black Tower's master’s body suddenly vanished, and he reappeared from within Raon’s shadow. It felt like a power beyond magic or martial arts—an entirely new concept.

Clang!

Raon tilted the blades of both Heavenly Drive and the Blade of Requiem to deflect the Black Tower's master’s attacks as he retreated.

However, the force was so great that he smashed through the observation deck’s wall and was flung outside.

"This is your last chance."

Standing still, the Black Tower Master beckoned with his mist-formed fingers.

"Hand over the black and white marble."

"Last chance, my ass."

Raon wiped the blood trickling from his mouth and gave a faint smile.

"You're not even the real one."

He lifted his chin and flicked the black and white marble with his finger.

"Not the real one?"

Rimmer narrowed his eyes, as if to ask what Raon was talking about.

"If that were the real Black Tower's master, we’d already be dead. What we have in front of us is just an avatar, created using the Demonic Wolf Monarch's demonic energy."

Raon smirked as he revealed the Black Tower's master’s secret.

“As much of a monster as he is, he can still wield his Transcendence power with just that small amount of demonic energy. But if you look closely, his energy is depleting fast.”

"Ah…."

Rimmer, now noticing the diminishing demonic energy of the Black Tower's master, widened his eyes.

"A perceptive one."

Without the slightest hint of panic, the Black Tower’s master let out a low breath.

"You're right. this body isn't mine. However..."

Annoyance crept into his cracked voice.

"Do you also know that I can summon my main body here if I’m willing to bear the loss?"

The Black Tower’s master revealed a chilling gaze, as if he might summon his main body at any moment.

"……."

Raon forced himself to maintain a composed expression. Pressing down his violently beating heart with the Ring of Fire, he called out to Wrath.

'Is he telling the truth?'

He's not lying.

Wrath narrowed his eyes, looking at the Black Tower’s master.

Switching places between an avatar and the main body, or directly bring the main body down, isn’t impossible for a demon. If that guy is willing to bear the losses, it’s completely doable.

Wrath nodded, treating the Black Tower’s master as if he were one of the demon race.

'You should have told me that earlier!'

Hmph! Why should the King of Essence have to do that!

Wrath wagged his tail playfully and snickered as if he found the situation amusing.

Hurry up and quickly bring the King of Essence down!! He’ll freeze that avatar in an instant.

He waved his hand, saying he wanted to enjoy bead ice cream himself after a long time.

'Damn it….'

If he used the Demon King's Advent, Transcendence would become a distant goal. This matter had to be resolved by his own hands.

‘I need to stop the main body from coming here….’

If the real Black Tower's master advents, not only would he die, but the Light Wind division—no, every human in this arena—might perish. He had to prevent that at all costs.

‘But how?’

As Raon was quickly racking his brain, the words of Wrath and the Black Tower’s master came to mind simultaneously.

‘Loss?’

Both had said that he would have to bear a loss.

‘Would that guy really come here while enduring a loss?’

The Holy Sword Alliance’s master (Darkan) said that the Black Tower’s master was gathering artifacts to become stronger.

If the benefit from the black and white marble was significant, that bastard would accept the loss and advent here.

‘However….’

If the loss was greater than the gain of obtaining the artifact, he wouldn’t come.

Currently, the Five Demons had suffered great damage from Glenn and were hiding to avoid the presence of the Five Kings. He needed to take advantage of that part.

‘Wrath.’

Why are you calling me?

‘That bastard can’t use the real power of his main body right now, correct? His sensory perception must have diminished as well.’

The King of Essence already told you, didn’t he? He can only use the level of demonic energy he currently possesses.

Wrath furrowed his brow as if annoyed by having to repeat himself.

‘Then there’s a way.’

Raon rotated the Ring of Fire to the extreme.

Just like when training in the training ground, he calmed his mind and raised the corner of his mouth.

“Go ahead.”

He gestured with his finger, telling him to try as much as he wanted.

“You think I can’t do it?”

Rage surged in the Black Tower’s master’s blurred pupils. His energy rapidly amplified, shaking the entire arena.

“You probably can. But will you really do it?”

Raon, still wearing a composed expression, tilted his chin.

“Do you know who’s behind me?”

“I don’t care who it is.”

The Black Tower’s master sneered.

"Because I can kill you and withdraw at any time."

“What if your soul gets severed?”

Raon sneered back at him, lowering his hand.

“What?”

“This mission is the first one I’ve taken on since becoming a direct line of Zieghart. It’s a

test of my attitude (stance), strength, and strategy as a direct line.”

Raon bit his tongue, enduring the fierce energy waves from the Black Tower’s master, and nodded slightly.

You, you, what nonsense are you going on about now…?

Wrath blinked rapidly, sensing unease.

“There’s always an examiner for a test.”

Raon raised his lips while watching the Black Tower’s master’s eyes start to waver.

“So, who do you think is behind me?”

Raon said that and pointed to the sky.

“No way….”

The Black Tower’s master’s lips trembled as he took a step back. His energy started to sharply diminish.

“Glenn Zieghart?!”

“……”

Raon gave a soft smile without answering.

“With a single signal from me, his Heart Sword will fly and sever your soul.”

Those involved in the war with the South-North Union or Uriel knew that Glenn couldn’t use the Heart Sword recklessly, but since the Black Tower’s master wasn’t present, it was easier to fool him.

No, no!

Wrath shook his round hands vigorously.

That sly heavenly race bastard is lying again! There's nothing behind or above him!

Wrath shouted loudly that it wasn’t true, but of course, the Black Tower’s master couldn’t hear him.

“You, you… hm?”

The Black Tower’s master’s gaze, which was quickly scanning the surroundings, stopped in front of Rimmer.

“It was a lie. That elf doesn’t seem to know anything.”

The Black Tower’s master exhaled a low breath while looking at Rimmer’s hardened face.

Finally, someone who sees through this sly bastard's lies has appeared!

Wrath laughed brightly and nodded his head.

Who would’ve thought that shitty ears would be useful!

He patted Rimmer’s shoulder, saying he’d give him some praise.

‘There’s no need to say anything unnecessary.’

The more words, the more gaps appear, and suspicion strengthens. Now was the time to push harder.

“Then, if you don’t believe me, summon your main body already.”

Raon furrowed his eyebrows while staring at the Black Tower’s master.

“Let’s see which is faster, your advent or our head of house’s Heart Sword.”

Contrary to the rising anxiety in his mind, Raon revealed a calm expression and nodded.

“Hmm….”

The Black Tower’s master bit his lip while watching Raon, who was as relaxed as if he were drinking tea.

'What is this guy?'

Raon Zieghart’s expression showed no shadow of doubt, and his heart wasn’t beating fast. It didn’t seem like a bluff, but the truth.

Especially since that guy, unlike Rimmer, didn’t show any panic at my manifestation and remained composed, it made it seem even less likely to be a lie.

Lastly, Raon Zieghart, known as the greatest talent on the continent, didn’t seem like someone who would lie so brazenly.

“If your soul gets torn while using an avatar, the shock would be great. But what happens if your real body’s soul gets shredded?”

Raon clapped his hands lightly, as if suggesting they gamble with their lives.

“Hmm….”

The Black Tower’s master slowly stepped back.

'I must not get hurt now.'

If he gets hit by Glenn's Heart Sword, all the levels of soul and demonic energy he had accumulated by collecting artifacts would be in vain.

‘I have to lay low until “that” is completed.’

"Raon Zieghart. I will definitely kill you."

The Black Tower Master glared with cold eyes as if engraving Raon's face in his mind. It seemed as though he was about to disappear, merging into the mist.

Aaaagh!

Wrath grabbed his head and shook it.

You idiot! You idiot! We were so close, why are you turning back! You can beat him now!

He cursed loudly, calling him a brainless idiot.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“What?”

The Black Tower’s master, who was melting into the mist, narrowed his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you think I mentioned that our head of house was here?”

Raon twirled Heavenly Drive.

"If I had stayed quiet, you would have been beaten and chased away, so why do you think I told you?"

“……”

"If you give something, you get something in return. If I opened a way for you to escape, shouldn't you give me something?"

Saying that, he gestured with his finger.

Huh…?

Wrath blinked as he looked at Raon.

Yo-You bastard, are you extorting him right now?

He trembled with disbelief, his jaw quivering.

"Give me something, anything. If not..."

Raon aimed Heavenly Drive at the sky as if he was about to send a signal.

“Our head of house will come down.”

“Ugh.”

The Black Tower’s master’s eyes darted between the sky and the ground.

“You impudent….”

“Should I call him?”

“Grrr….”

“Should I?”

“Wait!”

“Tick-tock, tick-tock.”

As Raon clicked his teeth, red fire began to ignite along Heavenly Drive’s blade.

You’re infuriating!

Wrath trembled with anger.

The King of Essence wants to bite your cheek off—you’re so infuriating!

"You damned brat!"

The Black Tower's master, seemed to have the same thought as Wrath, bit his tongue and threw a black book from within the mist. It was a swordsmanship manual called Black Thunder Sword.

That, that stupid doormat!

Wrath shouted in disbelief, calling the Black Tower’s master a doormat.

“I’ll say it again.”

The Black Tower’s master revealed his pale face from within the mist and gritted his teeth.

"Not much time is left. You and Glenn Zieghart—I will kill you both with my own hands!"

With those final words, he vanished into the mist. The corpse of the Demonic Wolf Monarch collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.

“Whew….”

Raon wiped the cold sweat dripping from his forehead and let out a long sigh.

“…Raon.”

Rimmer called out to Raon with a dazed expression.

"Uh, did the head of the house really come?"

"There's no way."

Raon smirked and shook his head. Glenn was the type of person who would push you into a tiger’s den after teaching you how to catch one. There was no way he'd come all the way here to protect him.

"Then it was all just bluff?"

"Exactly."

"Are you seriously insane?"

Rimmer, realizing he’d been fooled as well, collapsed on the spot. He let out a hollow laugh, muttering that maybe Raon had chosen the wrong profession.

It’s all because of that doormat over there!

Wrath shook his round fist in anger.

It's the first time he has seen a bigger doormat than the King of Essence....

As he was about to curse more, a message appeared before his eyes.

[You have accomplished a great feat.]

[All stats….]

[Traits….]

Ughhhhh!

‘Sorry, but….’

Raon smacked his lips as he watched Wrath collapse, foaming at the mouth.

‘There’s no doormat in the world worse than you.….’

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