The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 807

Chapter 807

Editor: Aldbnlf

 

“You… right now…”

Darkan tilted his jaw to the side, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

“What did you just say?”

"I said that from now on, I'll take on your swordsmanship."

Standing in front of Darkan, Raon placed his hand on the hilt of Heavenly Drive.

“Khahahahaha!”

Darkan burst into maniacal laughter, running a hand through his red hair. He laughed for a long time before abruptly cutting it off, lowering his head slowly.

"Today's meal prepared by your grandfather was quite satisfying. Don't spoil my appetite unnecessarily."

He gestured with his chin for Raon to step back, saying he enjoyed fighting Rector.

"You might regret it."

Ignoring Darkan's warning, Raon beckoned with his finger.

"Your thirst hasn't been quenched yet, has it?"

He smirked, looking at the black eyepatch covering Darkan’s eye.

“Hah. Are you saying you can satisfy that thirst?”

Darkan slowly lowered his head. It felt as if his eyes had come alive again, and his gaze tightened around Raon's heart.

“A mere brat like you?”

He fixed his intense killing intent on Raon, clearly showing he wasn’t joking.

Are you out of your mind? 

Wrath also grabbed Raon's collar in disbelief.

Cancel this at once! There’s no way you can stop him!

"Not right now, of course. But..."

Raon shook his head, barely enduring Darkan’s oppressive killing intent.

"In the not-too-distant future, I will be able to satisfy your desire with a new swordsmanship that no one has ever seen."

Saying that, he gripped the hilt of Heavenly Drive tightly.

“I wondered what nonsense you were spouting…”

Darkan stroked his chin as if he now understood everything.

"So you were trying to buy time."

He chuckled, glancing at Rector behind Raon.

"Unfortunately, Rector can no longer fight. I’ve cut down the very will within him."

He lowered his hand, stating that buying time was meaningless.

“Raon Zieghart. I admit I find you interesting—not for your current strength but for your potential. Once I confirm that, your body will serve as nothing more than bait to lure Glenn here.”

He radiated a chilling energy wave, making it clear he could kill Raon at any moment. Perhaps because he had faced Glenn’s Heart Sword, his thoughts seemed to have changed from before.

“Then test it. My potential.”

Raon straightened his back, refusing to be intimidated by Darkan's energy wave.

‘I feel like I’m going to die.’

He pretended to be fine, but he felt like his whole body was being crushed by Darkan's immense energy wave.

Just enduring it was taking all of his mental strength.

"Are you perhaps scared?"

Raon even managed a faint smile as he met Darkan’s gaze.

‘Darkan is different from other Five Demons.’

Though Darkan was part of the Five Demons, he wasn’t purely good or evil.

He was an eccentric whose soul was filled with a passion for swordsmanship, so Raon was certain his provocation would work.

'Just from watching his fight with Grandfather, I can tell his personality.'

Except for the final Heart Sword, Darkan had never used his full strength.

Even when faced against Rector’s final ultimate technique, which he could have blocked or avoided, he chose to take it head-on, saying he wanted to experience the new sword.

The fight had seemed equal on the surface, but in truth, an insurmountable river separated Rector and Darkan.

'Because he's such a madman, my provocation will work.'

Both Glenn and Rector had said that his sword followed the true path of versatile that no one else had walked.

If Raon could demonstrate what this new swordsmanship was capable of, Darkan would surely let him go

"Ra... Raon. No, you can't..."

Rector, coughing up black blood, gripped his fallen sword again.

“I’ll… I’ll fight.”

He struggled to stand, telling Raon to step back.

“Huh?”

Darkan frowned, looking at Rector, who insisted on fighting to the end.

“How can you even stand?”

He exhaled sharply, baffled.

"The world doesn't revolve solely around swordsmanship."

Feeling Rector’s warmth behind him, Raon shook his head.

“Tch…”

Darkan clicked his tongue, gazing into Rector’s eyes.

“All you did was stand. You can’t fight.”

“…I can fight.”

Rector slowly stepped forward, standing in front of Raon.

“Even if my body breaks, my will won’t.”

He overcame the fear weighing on his heart and eventually raised his sword.

Though he couldn’t even cut down an insect in his condition, his resolve to protect his grandson was evident.

“Hmm…”

Darkan pressed his lips together at the sight.

“It’s alright, grandfather.”

Raon embraced Rector, whose arms and legs were trembling, and shook his head.

“Leave this to me.”

Telling him not to worry, Raon sat Rector down behind him.

“How touching. But…”

“If you’re scared, you don’t have to do it.”

Raon turned back to Darkan, waving his fingers provocatively.

“What?”

Veins bulged on Darkan’s smooth forehead.

“What did you just say, you little…?”

"Talking a lot, aren’t you? Afraid of what I might become? If so, you can kill me now."

Raon spread his arms wide as if inviting him to do so.

"You... are you truly insane?"

Darkan furrowed his brows deeply.

"Someone who’s supposedly obsessed with sword refuses to see a new swordsmanship… I can only assume you're scared."

Raon shrugged, embracing Darkan’s killing intent.

"...Are you really saying you can demonstrate what this new swordsmanship is capable of?"

Darkan's lips trembled slightly, as if he was about to fall for the provocation.

“Yes. If you use only your swordsmanship, I can show you.”

“Only swordsmanship?”

"If you use your Transcendence power, I won’t be able to block even a single strike."

Raon tapped his temple, telling Darkan to think carefully.

“……”

Darkan kept his mouth shut, giving Raon a weighty gaze from beneath the black eyepatch as if trying to gauge his intentions.

“……”

Raon, arms crossed, did not avoid Darkan’s gaze.

"Fine. But if you show me something disappointing..."

Darkan’s jaw dropped sharply, like a blade slicing through the air.

"I’ll kill those behind you and make you my disciple. I’ll turn you into a puppet that moves entirely to my liking."

He ground his teeth thinly, as if making a vow.

"Alright."

Raon nodded and stepped forward to face Darkan.

Th-this is actually working?

Wrath’s eyes widened as he stared at Darkan.

Has that bastard lost his mind? How could….

‘It wasn’t just a simple provocation.’

What? 

‘I have that title, remember.’

Raon thought about his title, <Tongue That Mocks the Heaven and Earth>. 

That title could cause mental confusion even to strong individuals, so it must have further fueled Darkan's desire for swordsmanship.

Grrr! So once again, the King of Essence helped...

Wrath ground his teeth in frustration. 

Hah, but that bastard surely won’t keep his promise!

‘No, he will.’ 

Darkan's desire for the sword cannot be matched, not even by himself or Glenn.

He had even gouged out his own eyes to see the Heart Sword. If Raon could show what this new swordsmanship was capable of, Darkan would leave without interference.

"Raon!" 

"You don’t have to do this! It’s too dangerous!" 

Lawrence and Jarek shook their heads, adamant in their disapproval. 

"Raon…" 

Rector bit his lip, feeling his own powerlessness, and looked at Raon with frustration.

But Burren, Martha, Runaan, and Dorian nodded calmly, showing their trust in him.

"Don’t worry." 

After making eye contact with everyone, Raon nodded calmly.

"Nothing will happen." 

*   *   *

Raon stood face-to-face with Darkan in the open ground where the mansion and buildings of the Holy Sword Alliance had been destroyed. 

"Three times. That’s it." 

Darkan held up three fingers. 

"I'll swing my sword three times, matching your strength. If even once you disappoint me, it ends there."

"And if I manage to satisfy you?"

Raon tilted his chin slightly as he glanced at Darkan’s raised fingers. 

"If, as you claim, you truly show me what this new swordsmanship is capable of…"

Darkan slowly nodded. 

"I will leave without touching anyone here." 

As if making a vow, he thumped his chest.

"Good." 

Raon nodded in agreement and drew both Heavenly Drive and the Blade of Requiem. 

Unlike Darkan, Raon needed to go all out from the start, so he immediately activated his sword field, Harmony of Heaven and Demon. 

Whoooosh! 

Holding the divine and demonic swords in each hand, he resonated with the Ring of Fire. He fully prepared himself by activating the Evil Eyes of Wrath and the Perception of the Snow Flower.

"If you’re ready, let’s begin." 

Darkan gently grasped Jarek's sword and swung it downward.

It looked like a simple downward slash, but within it lay the path of a sword refined to its extreme—a culmination of a Transcender’s lifelong dedication to swordsmanship. 

Ordinary swordsmanship won’t work! 

No swordsmanship he knew seemed capable of stopping that downward slash. 

Though it wasn’t what he’d expected, Raon realized he’d have to go all out right from the start. 

Kuuung!

Raon took a firm step forward and crossed the divine and demonic swords diagonally. 

Raon Zieghart Style Swordplay. 

Six Form, Harmony of Heaven and Demon’s Combination Technique. Red-Blue Invincible Sword.

The Red-Blue Invincible Sword is a sword technique that unleashes all the remaining energy of the Harmony of Heaven and Demon to cut down the opponent with tremendous power.

However, this time, he imbued the two swords, burning with flames and frost, not only with power but also with the principles he had accumulated and elevated.

He imbued the divine sword with speed, lightness, variable, illusion, and power, and the demonic sword with slowness, heaviness, precision, elegance, and loftiness.

Crackle!

The divine and demonic swords, glowing with distinct brilliance, collided with Darkan’s descending slash. 

Kwaaaaaaaang!

It wasn't the sound of swords clashing but a roaring sound as if a mountain had collapsed.

Even though Darkan had adjusted his strength, the overwhelming clash of energy waves created a massive crater in the ground and caused cracks to spread across the sky, as if it had been torn apart.

“Guhh…!” 

Raon exhaled a rough breath, retreating ten steps backward.

"It’s a swordsmanship I’ve felt before, yet it feels like I’m seeing it for the first time." 

Darkan twisted his lips upward as if he were excited.

"Not bad." 

True to his nature as someone obsessed with the sword, he gave an honest evaluation.

"I haven’t even started yet." 

Raon steadied his breathing quickly and shook his head. 

‘It feels like my limbs are going to snap.’

Though he looked fine on the outside, his insides were in bad shape. His physical strength had drained, and his energy center was greatly shaken, causing severe shock.

It was true that Darkan had adjusted his strength, but it seemed he had no intention of perfectly matching Raon’s level. 

So this is what a Transcender truly is. 

From Darkan’s perspective, he must have significantly reduced his strength, yet it still caused this much shock. The wall of Transcendence was indeed high and imposing.

“Now for the second. This time will be a bit different.”

Darkan, his cheeks flushed with excitement, released the sword in his hand. 

The Dancing Sword. He seemed to have no intention of going easy on him, only adjusting the energy.

Whoooosh! 

The Dancing Sword twisted at an unnatural angle, rushing toward Raon’s throat. 

Kugugugu!

The energy imbued in the Dancing Sword wasn’t something that could easily be blocked, let alone its bizarre trajectory. 

‘Genesis?’

No, not now.

Genesis, the technique into which he poured everything, had to be reserved for the last strike. Somehow, he had to block this with what he had now. 

‘I have to take a gamble.’

There was only one option—a still incomplete martial art—that could block Darkan’s Dancing Sword without using Genesis.

Buzz! 

Raon's mind spun rapidly as if struck by lightning as he dissected the principles of Reverse Sea and Raging Sea. 

Reverse Sea, which erased the opponent’s swordsmanship flow (path, trajectory), and the Raging Sea, which penetrates the opponent's aura—these two mysterious martial arts’ principles merged like puzzle pieces, creating a new flow of martial arts. 

The key to balancing the chaotic mix of the two martial arts was insight. The barely opened mind’s eye acted as the thread connecting Reverse Sea and Raging Sea.

Swoooosh!

The divine sword, with its flame dying, and the demonic sword, with its frost fading, emanated a violet hue like the mist of dawn.

The incomplete swordsmanship, not even named yet, erased the flow (trajectory/path) of Darkan’s Dancing Sword and extinguished the tremendous energy within it. 

Whoosh! 

Unlike the first clash, this time there were no shockwaves or deafening roars. But the impact on those watching was far greater. 

"H-How could he stop the Dancing Sword so easily, even if the power was adjusted…?" 

Rector widened his eyes in disbelief. 

"Is that… my Reverse Sea?" 

Lawrence trembled his lips upon seeing Raon’s martial arts, which were mixed with his own Reverse Sea.

“In the end, he managed to awaken the mind’s eye slightly.”

Jarek swallowed dryly, unable to hide his amazement. 

The others were similarly stunned, their jaws dropping as they witnessed the Dancing Sword being neutralized. 

“Urgh…!” 

Raon couldn’t suppress the blood he coughed up. While creating a new martial art was good, the overwhelming power of the Dancing Sword had inflicted internal injuries. 

“You made a new swordsmanship using counter-technique. Seems like the Raging Sea of the Beast King is mixed in too. Remarkable.”

Darkan nodded greatly, expressing his satisfaction once again.

"To think you turned a cheap counter-technique into something fresh and full of potential—impressive." 

He lifted the corners of his mouth widely, as if he were enjoying this moment.

"But there’s still one move left. If you disappoint me here, it’s all over."

"I know."

Raon nodded, wiping the blood from his lips.

"Then prepare yourself."

Darkan replied, gesturing with his chin as if to give Raon a moment to catch his breath.

“Phew…”

Raon closed his eyes while firmly grasping Heavenly Drive, whose divine fire had gone out.

‘I barely have enough strength left for Genesis.’

The Sword Field Creation: Genesis, which grew alongside his life, had further evolved thanks to the training and meditation at the Holy Sword Alliance. He should be able to show its potential, even to someone as exacting as Darkan.

"I'm ready."

Raon steadied his ragged breathing and nodded firmly.

"Then let’s begin the last move."

With a flick of Darkan’s finger, the Dancing Sword disappeared. In its place, a pitch-black sword of light rose from his hand.

‘What...?’

Raon gulped as he stared at the blazing dark sword.

‘Heart Sword?’

This was supposed to be a mere test, but it seemed that wasn't the case for this madman. Despite claiming he would hold back, he had summoned the Heart Sword.

‘Damn it!’

This was the second time he had encountered the Heart Sword, but he had never truly thought about how to defend against it.

His mind went blank, like a canvas painted over in white.

‘No, it’s all the same in the end.’

Even if the Heart Sword pierced through everything and cut down the soul, what he needed to show was the same—his swordsmanship.

He resonated with the Ring of Fire to the extreme and drew out the wrath within his soul as much as possible.

Fortifying his soul to the point where no blade, no matter how sharp, could cut it, he opened his sword field.

Fwoooosh!

A golden radiance spread along the blade of Heavenly Drive, condensing the principles of swordsmanship he'd accumulated in his mental world.

Within a single light, ten thousand sword paths shimmered, creating a majestic wave of swordsmanship.

Kwaaaaaa!

The swordsmanship imbued with his everything collided with the Heart Sword.

Under normal circumstances, this would have been impossible. However, it seemed Darkan had deliberately brought his Heart Sword to the level of Genesis to test Raon.

The light of Genesis dimmed within the darkness of the Heart Sword, However, the Genesis he had honed clung desperately, biting and holding onto the dark sword to the very end.

‘I did it!’

Raon bit down on his lip. He hadn’t pushed back the Heart Sword, but he had weakened its power.

Believing he could now withstand it, he further raised the level of his soul.

"Excellent!"

Darkan roared, his booming laughter filled with satisfaction.

But it was clear he had no intention of stopping here.

With delight, he thickened the blade of the Heart Sword further. This madman, now satisfied with the test, appeared to be preparing a new one.

Chiiiiiiiiik!

Darkan's Heart Sword pierced forward, aiming beyond Raon's physical body to slice his very soul.

Crackle!

Just as the pitch-black blade was about to cut Raon's soul, something happened that no one had expected.

Kugugugugu!

Another presence, one bound to Raon’s soul—Wrath’s soul, the soul of the Monarch of Wrath—stood against the blade.

You maggot.

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