The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 880

 Chapter 880

 

Raon bit his lip as he looked at the dimension rift that had split open in a pitch-black crack.

'Just like Wrath said….'

A colossal presence—so overwhelming it could make one drop to one’s knees and clutch one’s chest. The Balrog standing inside that dimension possessed an energy wave that was in no way inferior to the Demon Kings he had encountered before.

[So you were caught in a trap meant for me. I came to retrieve you, but it seems I’m too late.]

A heavy, dull voice echoed from within the swirling, black depths. Though utterly devoid of emotion, it sent a sinking thud straight to his heart.

However, based on what the voice said, it seemed that from the beginning, the Black Tower’s real target wasn’t the Balrog he’d just killed, but rather the Balrog King, Ascara.

[Was it you bastards who tried to pull me out?]

Ascara's red gaze flashed menacingly as it landed on Raon. A searing pain spread through his eyeballs, as if they were being roasted on an iron plate.

'I don’t know about his exact power, but his temperament is different from the other Demon Kings.'

Unlike them, Ascara did not hold back the dominating presence he possessed.

Just standing before him was rapidly depleting Raon’s mental strength.

"……."

Raon remained silent, keeping a calm expression.

Thanks to the trait Clear Mirror, Still Water, he could maintain his composure even within the violent storm of Ascara’s immense combative energy.

What are you thinking, you bastard?

Wrath furrowed his brows, finding it strange.

Usually, by now, you’d be imitating the King of Essence again, acting all cocky

'Because this time, it's dangerous.'

Raon responded to Wrath while steadying his rapidly beating heart.

‘I have to think carefully.’

After all, that guy wasn’t a demon king.

Ascara had the chance to sit on the Demon King's throne, yet he kicked away that position to live a life of battle. He is an oddball.

If Raon acted like Wrath as he had with the other Demon Kings, Ascara might rip open the dimension and snap his neck on the spot. For now, it was best to stay silent.

Hmph. You’re right. If you had imitated the King of Essence, that battle-mad demon would have charged out instantly. Though he wouldn’t have been able to use his full power.

'Did you fight him before?'

Yes. The moment we met, he charged at me without a word.

Wrath narrowed his eyes as if recalling an old memory.

'Did you win?'

Of course!

Wrath frowned as if questioning why Raon was even asking something so obvious.

The King of Essence froze that battle-mad demon and threw him into the deepest part of devildom’s ocean. He was so ridiculously durable that he eventually crawled back out.

He shook his head, calling it an abominable body.

'So you didn’t kill him, huh.'

He was kind of to my liking. There aren’t many like him in devildom.

Wrath chuckled, saying he liked the audacity of abandoning the demon king’s throne.

'I see….'

Raon smacked his lips. Wrath’s words only confirmed his thoughts.

The Balrog King, Ascara, was indeed a battle-crazed monster.

'Then staying still should be the best course of action.'

Even as a Transcender, he is far from enough to satisfy that battle-mad demon's eyes.

Ascara also didn’t seem to have any desire for vengeance over his slain kin. If Raon stayed quiet, there was a high chance Ascara would leave on his own.

[Are you not going to answer? Fine. I have no interest in a finished fight… Hm?]

Just as Ascara seemed ready to turn back, he suddenly took a deep breath.

His red eyes locked onto the silver cold energy rising from the Balrog’s corpse.

[That… Silver … Could it be Glacier?]

Ascara’s gaze blazed red-hot as the energy he radiated surged explosively.

[Wrath? Is that you?!]

His voice overflowed with excitement, so loud it felt like his eardrums might burst.

'Damn it….'

Raon bit down hard on the inside of his lip.

'He recognized Glacier.'

Ascara must have recognized Glacier and the Silver-White Aurora because of his past battle with Wrath.

It was like a hornet’s nest had crashed right into Raon.

Hoo?

Wrath’s blue eyes gleamed.

At last, the opportunity for the King of Essence has come!

He licked his lips in anticipation.

That battle-mad demon is beyond reason! If he charges in, the King of Essence will be the only one who can fight him!

Wrath flexed his fingers, claiming he was in perfect condition.

Now, hand your body over to the King of Essence at once!

' Not gonna happen.'

Raon swatted Wrath away as he wagged his tail and approached, letting out a heavy sigh.

‘The situation’s changed completely…’

One wrong word could kill not only him, but everyone else present. A bead of cold sweat trickled down Raon’s neck.

'Think. As quickly as possible.'

He pieced together everything Wrath had said about Ascara’s personality with everything he knew, constructing and discarding multiple scenarios in his mind.

After filtering through hundreds of possibilities, he selected the most viable option and nodded.

[Wrath! Answer me!]

Ascara erupted with ferocious energy wave as if he would tear the dimension apart if no answer was given. Raon’s fingers trembled, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

“Haah, an annoying bastard has appeared.”

Raon sighed, speaking in the same tone as Wrath.

After hearing Wrath’s endless chatter for so long, he could mimic his way of speaking without even trying.

[So it really is you, Wrath!]

Ascara nodded vigorously, as if he had expected this.

[The only demon who uses such cold energy is you!]

His burning eyes gleamed as if he had reunited with a long-lost love.

Uhehehehe!

Wrath burst into laughter as he looked at Asukara trembling uncontrollably.

You dare impersonate the King of Essence in front of him?!

Your decision has cost you dearly! Now, you have no chance of stopping him!

He rubbed his chubby hands together, saying Ascara would charge out any moment now.

'That’s exactly what I want.'

Huh? Wh-what do you mean…?

Wrath’s eyes widened in confusion.

‘Not without a plan, of course.’

Raon shook his head briefly and stared into the dimension where Ascara stood.

[Yes, that demeanor, that energy wave, only the Monarch of Wrath could have it! But…]

Ascara’s red eyes narrowed into slits.

[Why have you become so weak?! Using your ultimate technique on such a pathetic foe?!]

He stomped his foot in disappointment, and the resulting shockwave spread even beyond the dimension, shaking the underground. His overwhelming strength and presence were strong enough to overcome the dimension’s interference.

“You’re still spouting nothing but foolish words.”

Raon snorted and shook his head.

“Does this frail body look like it belongs to the King of Essence?”

[Then…?]

“His subordinates were in danger, so he merely lent them a hand.”

He casually waved his fingers, claiming he had only sent a small fragment of his soul.

“Forcing open the dimension so suddenly drained me a bit. But tearing a dumb Balrog apart was child’s play.”

With those casual words, Raon stomped on the Balrog’s frozen corpse, crushing it underfoot.

[You tore through the dimension with just a small fragment of your soul and still did that?]

Ascara let out a disbelieving laugh.

“Nothing is impossible for the King of Essence.”

Raon tilted his chin up arrogantly, as if asking if he could do the same.

[Interesting!]

Ascara roared with joy and smashed his fists together. The intense shock wave made the black dimension sway like the waves of a vast ocean.

[Fighting like this could be a different kind of experience.]

Without a pause, he reached out and tore the space apart with both hands.

Crackle!

From the torn space, a white arm emerged.

Ascara raised black flames with his thin fingers, which did not match his overwhelming combative energy, and dropped them onto the Balrog's corpse.

Boom!

The black fire enveloped the corpse, causing it to rise into the air as the torn flesh and bones rapidly regenerated. It was a regeneration far beyond that of a troll, akin to a phoenix being reborn.

Thud!

The Balrog, revived by the black flames, planted his feet firmly on the ground and clenched his massive fists.

In his glowing eyes was the same powerful light that had shone in Ascara’s.

“What do you think?”

The Balrog’s voice carried immense weight. It was Ascara’s voice, coming from within the black dimension.

“This should be a fair condition, no?”

He said, 'Let's fight like this,' and raised his energy, dyed black. Behind his back, it looked as if black lava was surging.

You idiot! He told you, that battle-mad demon doesn’t listen to reason!

Wrath let out a loud shout.

Even if you defeat Ascara in that state, he will soon push forward with his real body.

He shouted that it would be better to take him down quickly now and to hand over his body.

‘Just watch.’

Raon gestured for Wrath to back off and clicked his tongue.

‘It’s going as planned….’

Ascara wasn’t using his real body, instead possessing the corpse of the dead Balrog, and forcibly crossing dimensions had expended much of his energy.

Due to these two factors, his strength had significantly weakened, so for now, he could hold out.

‘The problem is that I have to use a sword.’

Of course, Raon had anticipated that, and he threw out one last piece of bait.

"Even your avatar is weak and pathetic."

Raon clicked his tongue mockingly.

"The King of Essence won’t even need to use his power."

Tilting his chin to the side, he declared that he would fight with only his subordinate’s strength.

"Heh, Wrath, that arrogance suits you. However…."

Ascara's lips stretched into a long grin as black flames surged.

"This time will be different!"

He disappeared, leaving behind only an afterimage of black flames, then reappeared above Raon’s right side.

‘Fast.’

As the king of Balrogs, Ascara was much more skilled in utilizing his power than the Balrog Raon had just slain.

Even though he was using less combative energy, his movements were faster and more refined.

‘Then….’

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

Sword Field Creation – Harmony of Heaven and Demon.

Drawing both his divine and demonic swords, he slashed toward Ascara’s incoming fist, which was engulfed in black flames.

BOOOOM!

Even though it was a clash between a fist and swords, the impact was like two massive chunks of metal colliding, and a powerful shockwave erupted throughout the underground.

"Sword?"

Ascara frowned in disbelief.

"Are you seriously trying to defeat me with a sword?"

"A sword is just a piece of metal—nothing special. You just need to swing it."

Raon sneered, mimicking Wrath’s arrogant tone and saying something no swordsman would ever say to maintain his act as Wrath.

"Even if it's you, I cannot accept that statement."

Deep wrinkles formed on Ascara’s forehead as he reached out into the air.

"Come forth, Bastar!"

His roar tore open the dimension once more, splitting the darkened space.

From the depths of a hell boiling with crimson lava, a massive black greatsword emerged, as if forged from pure darkness.

It exuded an intense heat, like concentrated hellfire, making the entire underground space tremble.

He’s serious now.

Wrath grimaced at the sight of the sword called Bastar.

His body is fake, but that sword is real.

He scowled, explaining that Bastar was Ascara’s actual weapon.

"I will tear you apart with a single strike so that you can never utter words that disregard the sword!"

Ascara roared, slashing his sword downward. Endless black flames surged, engulfing the underground as if burying the world in ash.

"……."

Raon bit his lip as he watched the storm of black flames surging toward him.

‘This is my only chance to defeat the Balrog King.’

Even though Ascara was not using his real body and full strength, the difference in their original levels was immense. If he wanted to win, his only chance was now, while Ascara was underestimating him.

Rumble!

Raon floated Rimmer’s sword behind his back and charged toward Ascara’s black flame.

Wooooowoung!

There was only one way to block the overwhelming force of the black flame sword. He increased the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation and Glacier’s outputs to the maximum.

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

The black flames infused with Ascara’s combative energy clashed with Raon’s blue and red aura, unleashing an immense shockwave.

The lava-filled ground evaporated, spreading mist-like smoke, and the solid underground walls and ceiling crumbled as if they were being gouged out like mud

If not for the rift created when Ascara tore through the dimension, everything would have already collapsed.

"Did you look down on the sword with just this?"

Ascara curled his lips mockingly, infusing even greater combative energy into his black greatsword.

Crackle!

The waves of darkness surged forward, erasing the red and blue light. The overwhelming power threatened to snap both the divine and demonic swords in half.

"You're still the same, brute-forcing everything. Then let me show you what comes next."

Raon forced a smile and activated the space sword using Rimmer’s sword, which had been floating behind him.

The sword teleported directly in front of Ascara’s face, allowing Raon to bring out his final trump card.

Sword Field Creation – Genesis.

A golden radiance signaling a new beginning bloomed atop the leaf-shaped sword that pierced through space.

The fusion of Red-Blue Invincible Sword and Genesis, something he had only imagined in his mind until now. The golden brilliance blended with the red and blue paint, drawing a new sword path.

Crack!

Ascara's black flame split apart, and his black greatsword was sent flying. Three swords pierced his exposed chest simultaneously.

Kuuuuuung!

Since he wasn’t using his real body, Ascara couldn’t withstand Raon’s sword strike and was slammed into the scorched, lava-hardened ground.

"Kuheeeek!"

He gasped for breath, completely drained of the combative energy he had infused into this avatar. Even his fingers couldn’t twitch.

"Y-You... since when did you learn sword...?"

“When, you say…”

Raon endured the dizziness that made him feel like he would collapse at any moment and calmly shook his head.

"He has never learned it."

"T-That's nonsense! Your sword clearly carried a strong will!"

"The King of Essence simply…."

Raon drew a faint smile and lowered his fingers.

"Copied what the King of Essence’s subordinates have experienced."

Wrath said that he created his Demonic Field Creation by observing the battles Raon had gone through all this time.

Since it was entirely plausible, he cockily tilted his chin.

"Khahahahaha!"

Ascara clutched his head, laughing madly.

"As expected of the Monarch of Wrath! In the devildom, only you and those three others can truly satisfy me!"

His combative energy surged once again as he rose to his feet.

"Let's start again! This time, both you and I will go all out!"

The body of Balrog, which had housed Ascara’s soul, collapsed, and the dimension began to distort once more. It seemed he was trying to break through the dimension with his real body.

"He refuses."

Raon snorted and shook his head.

"The King of Essence doesn’t fight weaklings."

He put his sword back in its scabbard, saying it wasn’t fun.

"Bullshit! No matter what, you can’t call me weak in my real body!"

Ascara stomped his foot, urging him to fight.

"Reveal your real body! Otherwise, I’ll kill you right here and now!"

He raised his hand, flames swirling around it, showing he was serious.

"Go ahead."

Raon spread his arms and nodded.

"The King of Essence never takes back his words."

He told him to do whatever he wanted and closed his eyes.

"Ugh…."

Ascara, realizing that Raon was dead serious, could no longer move his hand and froze in place.

Wh-What the hell?!

Wrath blinked in shock.

W-why, this isn't how it's supposed to be! Ascara! You idiot! Hurry up and attack!

Wrath shook his head from side to side, unable to comprehend what was happening.

'Why, you ask?'

Raon chuckled at the dumbfounded expressions of both Ascara and Wrath.

‘Everything is going exactly as I planned.’

With those words, he lightly curled his finger.

‘Now, say hello.’

Hello? What hello?!

'A greeting to welcome our new doormat.'

As Raon smiled, Wrath's face crumpled like a withered leaf.

 

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