The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 810

Chapter 810

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“If you can defeat me with your swordsmanship, I’ll tell you where the person you’re looking for is.”

Darkan curled his lips confidently, as if he had forgotten he was injured. CV g B   W

"You better keep that promise."

A deep lightning flickered in Lust’s blue eyes.

“If you’re lying, I’ll make sure you live a life worse than death.”

She exuded a chilling energy wave as she tilted her saber diagonally.

Kugugugu!

As the energy waves of Darkan and Lust collided, a dark blue vortex appeared in the air.

The immense waves pulverized the building debris into dust, and trees were uprooted.

"Hah..."

Raon let out a dry breath as he watched Lust and Darkan ready to fight.

‘Now they can finally communicate…’

Lust and Darkan seemed like they had been speaking entirely different languages, but, absurdly, they only came to understand each other when it was time to fight.

‘But how did it come to this?’

Raon had been racking his brain on how to handle Lust’s sudden arrival to save everyone, but he hadn’t expected Darkan to step forward suddenly.

It was so far outside his calculations that his mind went blank for a moment.

'No, if you think about it, it’s only natural…'

Darkan, obsessed with the sword, had encountered a new Transcender swordsman, while Lust, obsessed with Wrath, had found a human reeking of Wrath's scent. It was no surprise that the two would clash.

'It's hard to predict the actions of Transcender.'

Raon sighed briefly as he watched Darkan and Lust.

It’s not because they’re Transcender! It’s because those two are insane!

Wrath shook his head violently, claiming that the two of them were strange.

And now’s not the time to be impressed—it’s time to run!

Wrath tugged at Raon’s sleeve, urging him to escape while the two were busy fighting. The way he begged was reminiscent of a cat asking for food.

The obsession of that lunatic is enough to exhaust even the King of Essence! She’s on par with that madwoman of yours!

Wrath shouted that Lust was on the same level as Merlin, urging him to run away quickly.

‘If we move now, Lust might notice us instead.’

Raon shook his head and stepped back. If he moved alone while everyone else remained still, it would draw unwanted attention. For now, waiting was the best option.

Mm…

Wrath nodded briefly, as if he couldn't refute that.

Then, run as soon as they start fighting!

'I understand.'

He answered, but he had no intention of running away immediately. A fight between Darkan and Lust was bound to be full of valuable lessons and much to learn.

“Ugh…”

Dorian sat down on the ground, overwhelmed by the energy waves emanating from Darkan and Lust. As soon as a thumping sound echoed, the two Transcenders moved forward as if they had been waiting.

Swish!

Lust swung her saber while crouching low. Despite her flexible posture, her strikes were ferocious, like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

"Not just your saber but your sword style is unique as well!"

Darkan, already holding Jarek's sword in his hand, precisely blocked Lust's sword strike.

Clang!

Even though he defended successfully, his shoulder was split open, and blood splattered into the air.

“…What’s this?”

Darkan touched his wounded shoulder, his brow furrowing.

“Is it a piercing-style swordsmanship? No, it doesn’t feel like that.”

Despite being injured, he let out a deep smile, seemingly pleased at experiencing a new style of swordsmanship.

"Tell me where Wrath is before you die."

Even in this situation, Lust frowned, searching for Wrath.

“Show me more! The fight isn’t over yet!”

Darkan clicked his tongue and beckoned with his fingers.

"This time, I'll sever your arm."

Lust, determined to end the fight, reversed her grip on her saber and brought it down. A powerful slash, sharp enough to tear through space, surged forward.

“I’ll give you my whole body, not just my arm!”

Darkan lowered Jarek’s sword and spread his arms wide, taking Lust's strike with his entire body.

Thwack!

A long gash opened across his chest, and an alarming amount of blood spurted out.

“….So that's how it is."

Darkan smirked as he looked at the wound on his chest.

"Indeed, you have to get hit directly to understand a sword."

He nodded in satisfaction as if he had finally grasped something.

Ugh…

Wrath’s jaw dropped in disbelief.

That's not just a madman, that's a perverted madman!

Wrath shivered, unable to comprehend Darkan.

‘When it comes to the sword, he truly is a perverted madman.’

Raon nodded heavily. Darkan’s obsession and madness for the sword far surpassed his own. He had always been consistent in this regard.

“Where is Wrath?”

Her saber elongated, then bent like a snake, aiming at Darkan's chest. It was a flexible sword in the shape of a curved saber.

“It won’t work three times.”

Darkan twisted his lips and released the sword he was holding. The sword left his hand, floating with elegant vibrations, and moved toward Lust's strike.

Crash!

Darkan’s Dancing Sword broke through Lust’s strike like a salmon leaping against the current, slicing a long wound across her waist as it passed.

Splatter!

Blood burst from Lust’s waist, painting the ground red.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

Darkan tilted his head playfully, his Dancing Sword trembling slightly, as if mocking Lust.

"Yes... this too must be a trial to meet Wrath."

Lust smiled faintly, like a monk devoted to their faith, and readjusted her grip on her saber.

Her saber elongated and coiled like a snake, snapping toward Darkan’s chest.

"Ah, I knew it! That saber looked fun from the start!"

As if he had known from the start that Lust's saber was a flexible saber, Darkan shot his Dancing Sword forward to intercept the whip-like slash.

Kuuuuung!

Darkan and Lust pushed their bodies through the shockwaves of their clashing strikes, aiming their sword and saber at each other’s vital points.

Crash!

The Dancing Sword and the flexible saber that leaped through space clashed countless times, leaving cracks like spikes driven into the sky and ground.

“Hmm…”

Raon narrowed his eyes as the fight between Darkan and Lust grew fiercer.

‘This is no joke.’

He had always known Darkan was strong, but Lust’s swordsmanship was far beyond his expectations.

Especially since she displayed such power without using the authority of a demon king.

‘A flexible saber…’

A flexible saber has a soft blade that bends like a whip, but it didn’t typically alter the fundamental nature of swordsmanship.

Yet Lust’s flexible saber moved as if it were alive, perfectly countering the bizarre trajectories of Darkan’s Dancing Sword.

‘That’s not a talent she has as a demon king…’

It’s a skill she built through her own effort.

As someone who had poured both talent and effort into his swordsmanship, Raon could tell. The swordsmanship Lust displayed was filled with her own blood and sweat.

'That's why it's even more instructive.'

The way Lust wielded her flexible saber and how Darkan controlled his Dancing Sword—everything about this fight would help him grow.

But it didn’t seem like this insane fight would continue forever.

‘Wrath.’

Raon reached out to Wrath.

‘If they keep fighting like this, who will win?’

Of course, it’s Lust.

Wrath shook his head as if there was no need to even ask.

If that moth were in his normal state, he might have had a chance by fighting with all his strength, but as it stands now, he’ll eventually die.

Wrath furrowed his brow, explaining that the internal injuries soul wounds Darkan had sustained were severe.

‘So, that’s how it is.’

While Darkan was undoubtedly strong among Transcenders, he had suffered soul wounds inflicted by Wrath.

Though he could hold on for now, the eventual toll would inevitably show.

Meanwhile, Lust had yet to reveal her true power.

Even without using the demon king’s authority, she was this strong, it was clear the fight would end in her victory.

‘So, even his Heart Sword won’t work?’

The soul of a demon king is different from that of a human.

Wrath shook his head slowly.

As you saw in the King of Essence’s mental world, souls grow thicker with the years they've lived. The same applies to the principle of causality.

‘Hmm….’

Unless one has an extremely high mastery of the Heart Sword—like your grandfather—Darkan’s sword cannot cut Lust’s soul.

Wrath frowned, as if the outcome was already predetermined.

'I see.'

Raon clicked his tongue softly.

‘I wanted to keep watching this fight.’

A fight between strong individuals—especially those far stronger than himself—was invaluable for sharpening his mental image and growing his own skills.

He had hoped this fight would last longer, but it seemed its conclusion was inevitable.

Ugh, you’re not normal either!

Wrath's lips quivered.

You're as insane as those two!

‘Come on, I’m not that bad.’

Raon shook his head, dismissing the comparison.

From the King of Essence’s point of view, you're just the same! No, enough already! Just leave now!

Wrath pointed behind him, saying it was the perfect moment to escape.

‘Ah, just one more thing.’

Raon grabbed Wrath's tail and pulled him back.

‘Why hasn’t Lust revealed her true appearance and why is she chasing you?’

Because she doesn’t like her own power! And as for following the King of Essence….

Wrath frowned deeply at Lust.

It’s because of advice the King of Essence gave her….

‘Advice?’

The King of Essence regrets it deeply! Why did he say such a thing….

Wrath gritted his teeth. At that moment, Darkan’s Dancing Sword narrowly grazed Lust’s hood, tearing it.

Swish!

Her hood fell, revealing Lust’s face. Her white skin gleamed, framed by short, ocean-blue hair that fluttered over her white skin.

Her beauty was breathtaking to the point of leaving one speechless, but it carried a purity that felt entirely different from the Monarch of Lust Raon had imagined.

‘That’s Lust… huh?’

Raon furrowed his brows as he gazed into Lust’s blue eyes.

‘That woman…’

He tilted his head and turned his gaze to Wrath.

‘She… looks a lot like you.’

Except for her short hair and short stature, her appearance was almost identical to Wrath’s original body.

Of... of course, she does….

Wrath trembled, his lips quivering in fear.

Because she's imitating the King of Essence’s appearance!

He grabbed his head, saying that's why he calls her a lunatic.

"Ah…."

Raon swallowed dryly.

‘Th-that is pretty serious...’

Hearing that she was even copying his appearance sent chills down his spine.

Now that you understand, hurry up and run!

Wrath shook its head, urging him to flee.

'Let me watch just a bit more.'

Ignoring Wrath, who was pulling his arm like an excited child at a festival, Raon observed Darkan’s Dancing Sword and Lust’s saber.

When the Dancing Sword bends like that, it's better to channel the aura diagonally.

'How can I use the flexibility of Lust's saber with a regular sword?'

Raon operated the Ring of Fire, using the clash between Darkan and Lust as a stepping stone for his growth.

"To think I’m getting this lucky over and over again! I must be nearing my death!"

Despite his serious injuries, Darkan seemed to find the fight with Lust entertaining and unleashed an even fiercer series of sword strikes.

Kugugugu!

His Dancing Sword imbued with overwhelming power descended like a meteor.

"Wrath…"

Even Lust, who had primarily been on the offensive, shifted to a defensive stance under the sheer might of the strike.

‘Where is he drawing this strength from…?’

Darkan had been struck directly during his fight with Rector, suffered soul wounds from Wrath, and even had his back cut by Raon’s Dancing Sword.

His body and mind should be in tatters, but it was amazing he could endure to this extent.

When Raon first met him, he had thought Darkan was merely a reckless sword maniac. But now, he realized, he was far beyond that level.

'Truly amazing... hmm?'

As Raon let out a short breath, Darkan’s gaze turned toward him.

Darkan’s eyelids trembled as if he were struggling to stay conscious.

‘Darkan?’

That fool is nearing his limit.

Wrath furrowed its brows.

The wound the King of Essence inflicted on his soul is beginning to tear open.

He bit his lip, saying that battles of this level were bound to deal a significant shock to one’s mind

‘Come to think of it...’

Raon swallowed dryly, watching as Darkan, despite his wounds, continued to push Lust back.

‘Darkan must know who Wrath is.’

When Lust appeared here, she said she smelled Wrath, and his scent was strongest on Darkan.

Having encountered Wrath twice, Darkan could not possibly be unaware that the soul residing within his own was Wrath.

'Is he hiding it?'

Thinking back, it seemed that Darkan knew everything but kept silent.

‘Then even now…’

Right now, Darkan's gaze clearly seemed to be warning him to step back. It was probably a sign telling him to stay alive and keep his promise.

‘Darkan….’

Raon bit his lip as he locked eyes with Darkan.

Once again, he was reminded of how a person could appear entirely different depending on the perspective from which they are viewed.

"Hoo..."

Raon let out a long sigh and took a step back.

"Raon?"

Rector swallowed nervously as he looked at Raon.

"W-what are you trying to do?"

"I have somewhere I need to go."

Raon bowed to Rector and then turned to Burren, Martha, Runnan, and Dorian.

"Stay here. I’ll be back soon."

Saying that, he left the center of the Holy Sword Alliance. Using the Supreme Harmony Steps to the extreme, he climbed to the top of the mountain where the ancestor of Zieghart had planted a seed.

Running away alone—how dare you!

Wrath furiously shook his head, yelling about how insane this was.

Even though Lust was scary, Wrath was still the demon king who cherished his subordinates.

‘I’m not running away.’

Raon calmly shook his head and scanned the ground. Judging by the shape of the rocks and terrain, it matched the location he remembered.

‘It has to be here somewhere….’

He searched his memory to find the seed that should be somewhere in this area.

Back then, the seed was so brimming with vitality that it was easy to find at a glance. But now, after nurturing this land, its vitality seemed to diminish, making it hard to spot.

‘Ah!’

Raon’s gaze landed on a faintly red flower. It didn’t exude much vitality, but he sensed a very subtle fragrance of the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation.

‘That’s it!’

There was no doubt about it. The seed had blossomed into this flower, nurturing the mountain and forest around it.

“Hoo…”

After confirming everything, Raon rolled up his sleeves and turned his attention back toward the village.

Kwaaaaaaah!

The fight between Lust and Darkan was growing fiercer.

However, Darkan was now clearly starting to be overwhelmed. Rector was gathering his energy so he could join the fight at any moment.

Crash!

Raon watched as Darkan’s Dancing Sword clashed violently with Lust’s flexible saber, then rolled up his sleeves further.

He revealed the ice flower bracelet on his wrist and began to draw wrath.

Huh…?

Wrath’s ears perked up sharply in shock.

W-what are you doing? Stop drawing out my wrath immediately!

He grabbed Raon by the collar, shouting about the madness of his actions.

‘I don’t want that man to die.’

Raon shook his head calmly. Just as Darkan had spared his life, Raon didn’t want to let Darkan die.

‘And…’

Raon glanced at the bracelets on his wrist and grinned.

‘I think I’d like to collect a new bracelet.’

Y-you… don’t tell me!

 

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