The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 893

 Chapter 893

 

That old man, isn't he the worm whose arm the King of Essence ripped off?

Wrath seemed to recognize the DemonBlade, his eyes narrowing.

‘That’s right.’

Raon clenched his teeth while staring at the DemonBlade.

‘That’s him.’

An old man with stark white hair and thin, slit-like eyes. He was undoubtedly Derek, the master of the Black Snake Coalition and one of the heads of the Five Divine Orders.

“DemonBlade. What are you doing here?”

He had expected some monstrous being to be sealed within the rock infused with sorcery, but he hadn’t imagined it would be the DemonBlade.

‘I don’t know what he’s up to.’

He couldn’t understand why someone like the DemonBlade, the master of the Black Snake Coalition, a faction just below the Five Kings and Five Demons, and a Transcender who lacked nothing, was spreading such overwhelming energy of death in this place.

“I wanted to return.”

The DemonBlade let out a faint smile and spread his arms.

“Return? What do you mean by that?”

Raon narrowed his eyes, unable to comprehend his words.

"After losing my arm to the Blue Demon King, I walked the path of ruin."

The DemonBlade twisted his lips into a smirk as he glanced at his shoulder, where a prosthetic arm was attached.

“The wound inflicted by the Demon King never healed. It tormented me endlessly. As time passed, rather than recovering my strength, I only continued to weaken.”

He grasped his wrinkled forehead, explaining that every single day had been excruciating agony.

“And to make matters worse, I lost my arm. I was a Transcender, yet I could no longer truly be one. But that wasn’t even the greatest suffering.”

The DemonBlade turned to Raon with a chilling smile.

“They began to look down on me, those mongrels of the Five Divine Orders. No, it wasn’t just them! The entire world treated me like a bird with broken wings!”

He ground his teeth as he ran his fingers over his prosthetic arm, now dyed in a sinister purple hue.

“Raon Zieghart, do you understand?”

The DemonBlade slowly lifted his gaze, his movements deliberate, as if time itself had slowed.

"The agony of losing power? The suffering of a man who once stood at the peak, only to plummet to the depths?"

A hollow chuckle escaped him as he lightly shook his head.

"Of course you don’t. A brat like you, who only knows how to climb higher and higher, could never understand."

The DemonBlade declared it was only natural for Raon not to understand and lowered his hand.

"But it doesn’t matter anymore. Now, I can return."

With those words, he tore his prosthetic arm straight from his shoulder.

Thuuuud!

As DemonBlade discarded his prosthetic arm onto the ground, the vast sea of energy of death that had engulfed the plains and mountains began to surge violently, rushing toward him.

Whoooosh!

Like amniotic fluid nourishing a child, the waves of energy of death rapidly condensed, wrapping around the DemonBlade’s entire body.

'Should I strike now?'

Raon gritted his lips and tightened his grip on Heavenly Drive.

No, you mustn’t! If that compressed energy of death explodes, everyone behind you will die. You, too, will suffer severe injuries.

Wrath shook his head, warning that in his current state, the DemonBlade was no different from a ticking time bomb.

'So I have no choice but to wait and watch?'

Clicking his tongue in frustration, Raon increased the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation and Glacier outputs to the maximum, just as it happened.

Crack!

From the DemonBlade's shoulder, a new arm of purple flesh sprouted forth. It wasn’t mere regeneration like that of a troll. Rather, it looked as though an entirely new body had pushed its way out, as if a slime had grown an additional limb.

But that wasn’t the only change.

Huuuuuh.

As if time had reversed, the DemonBlade’s stark white hair turned jet black, and his wrinkled gray skin tightened, regaining its youthful elasticity.

A man who had seemed nearly a hundred years old now looked as if he had reverted to his twenties in an instant.

Kuuoooooo!

As the DemonBlade clenched his newly formed fist, a massive shockwave erupted, splitting the riverbed beneath him clean in half.

It was a terrifying display of raw power.

"Yes… this is the strength I longed for. The strength I once wielded when I ruled over the continent."

He raised his newly grown hand toward the brilliantly shining sun, a sinister smile creeping across his lips.

"No… I haven’t simply returned. I have been reborn."

"….."

Raon clenched his teeth, his gaze locked on the DemonBlade’s new purple arm.

‘What the hell… is that?’

More than the fact that the DemonBlade had regained his youth, more than his newly grown arm, what truly sent chills down Raon's spine was the sheer amount of energy of death residing within that arm.

The entire sea of energy of death that had covered the plains seemed to have been absorbed into that single arm.

"What the hell have you done?"

Raon narrowed his eyes, watching as the DemonBlade smiled—a knowing, satisfied grin.

‘This isn’t something achievable through normal means.’

It was impossible for a human to grow a new arm. There was no doubt—The DemonBlade had used the energy of death of this place to commit something wicked.

"To properly wield the energy of death, there is always one essential requirement."

The DemonBlade slowly twirled his fingers.

“A sacrifice.”

“What…?”

"The purple sea that once covered this land was the condensed essence of the energy of death accumulated by the Black Snake Coalition. It contains the blood of countless people."

The DemonBlade murmured as if speaking of something precious, his needle-thin eyes lifting slightly.

“Blood…”

Raon repeated the word, swallowing hard.

‘He said it himself—living sacrifices…’

Normally, when people spoke of blood and sweat, they meant the effort and hardship poured into something.

But the blood the DemonBlade spoke of…

It wasn’t a metaphor.

It was real, human blood.

‘And on top of that…’

Trevin had mentioned that sword-wielding zombies had emerged from the sea of energy of death. The puzzle pieces that had been scattered finally started to come together.

"You… don’t tell me—"

Raon’s lips trembled as he turned to the DemonBlade.

“Did you offer your own subordinates as living sacrifices?”

"Yes. Half of the Black Snake Coalition now rests beneath this land."

The DemonBlade nodded without hesitation, as if boasting about some grand achievement.

"They all died happy, I’m sure. After all, even in death, being of use to me is the greatest honor they could ever receive."

His purple-tinged eyes narrowed as he let out a twisted smile.

“You’re insane…”

Raon clenched Heavenly Drive tighter.

‘He’s completely lost his mind.’

To sacrifice half of the Black Snake Coalition just to restore his strength… Raon had always known that the DemonBlade was a sinister man, but this—this was crossing a line that should never be crossed.

He sacrificed his own subordinates to become stronger?

Wrath ground his teeth as he glared at the DemonBlade.

Hand your body over to me at once! This time, he won’t rip off just his arm, he’ll take his head!

Wrath shook his fists furiously, his rage barely contained.

“Of course, that wasn’t all…”

The DemonBlade chuckled, his narrow smile stretching even further.

“To be reborn like this, I also required the pure aura from true warriors.”

"Aura from warriors?"

“Yes. I had enough energy of death, but obtaining aura was not so easy. So…”

The DemonBlade glanced at the fire of Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation still burning away at the remnants of energy of death and nodded in satisfaction.

"I devised this plan so that I could obtain the aura expended when monsters were hunted or when energy of death was pushed back."

The DemonBlade clapped his hands lightly, claiming that everything had been planned from the start.

"Honestly, I thought this would take quite some time, but thanks to you showing up, I was able to finish much faster. Just as that guy said, choosing this place to carry out the plan was the right decision."

He praised himself, calling it a flawless plan.

Raon’s eyes sharpened.

"That guy? Who are you talking about?"

The DemonBlade's words made it clear—he hadn't orchestrated this alone.

“There’s no reason for me to tell you that.”

The DemonBlade snorted and shook his head. Judging by how offended he looked, it seemed he indeed had something to do with the Five Demons.

‘Did the Five Divine Orders finally side with the Five Demons?’

No, considering how he just said that he is now being ignored and looked down on, it's not certain.

It was better to assume that this incident wasn’t orchestrated by the Five Divine Orders but was instead something the DemonBlade and the Black Snake Coalition had done on their own.

"I’m in a very good mood right now. In fact, I had initially resolved to spare the lives of those I met today..."

The DemonBlade licked his lips as he stroked the sword at his waist.

“But you, Raon Zieghart… I cannot simply let you go.”

"But I believe there’s no grudge between us, right?"

Raon furrowed his brows and asked.

“You may not, but I do.”

The DemonBlade let out a small chuckle and waved his hand.

“You survived thanks to the Demon King’s advent. But I fell into despair because of it.”

He clenched his sword’s hilt tightly, grinding his teeth so hard that they creaked.

"Since then, I have plummeted lower and lower, while you have only risen without end. You slew the Mad Dragon Kaibar and earned the title of Dragon Slayer. You defeated the Axe King Roman and carved the name of Usurper into history. You even led Zieghart to victory in the war against the South-North Union!"

As he recited Raon's achievements one by one, he curled his fingers into a fist, as if crushing them.

“The entire world speaks your name, but mine… it is nowhere to be heard. As if I were nothing more than a forgotten relic of the past! A name and title that go unspoken hold no value.”

The DemonBlade chuckled darkly, his purple eyes gleaming with inferiority.

“They say that you, a Transcender of the new era, will soon surpass the remnants of the old era like me. That’s why I made a vow. The next time I met you, I would take your head and bring an end to this so-called new era.”

He laughed, marveling at how quickly the opportunity had come.

As the voice and speech of an old man flowed from a youthful appearance, a chilling shiver ran down Raon’s spine.

“Division leader!”

“J-Just what happened just now?!”

“Are you okay…?”

Burren, Martha, and Runaan, who had been pushed back by the explosion caused by the DemonBlade, approached.

“Raon!”

“Division leader! Are you alright?”

“The sea of energy of death is gone, so why does the stench feel even worse?”

Trevin and the other swordsmen also ran toward him, their faces filled with concern.

“Stay back.”

Raon waved his hand, telling them not to come any closer. At that moment, the DemonBlade drew his sword from his waist.

“Let us begin. The battle where a Transcender of the old era tramples over a Transcender of the new era.”

With the DemonBlade’s murmur, a purple slash surged forward. It was a wave of energy of death unleashed in an instant.

Zeeeeeeeeng!

Raon unleashed the Flawless Sea of Fire, cleaving through the incoming wave of energy of death.

“Get out of here as fast as possible!”

As Raon ordered the Light Wind Division and Warring Steel Division to retreat completely—

Chiiiiiiing!

From the riverbed, now tainted in violet, a sword-like flash of light surged upward.

Zzzzzzzzzzt!

Unable to block them all with Heavenly Drive, Raon drew the Blade of Requiem as well, striking down the swords of energy of death that aimed to pierce through him.

‘They’re heavy.’

Each rising sword of energy of death carried the force of a Transcender strike, and just blocking them made his grip tremble.

"It's not just my energy of death—now that even my body has returned to its prime, I can wield this much power."

The DemonBlade smirked in satisfaction with his restored might.

“I wonder how long you’ll last.”

With a cocky tilt of his chin, he swung his sword downward.

“This is just the beginning.”

As the DemonBlade’s sword cut through the air, the space itself split apart, and from within, creatures with gleaming violet eyes burst forth.

‘What are those….’

Raon suppressed his shock and swung Heavenly Drive at the swarming creatures.

But they scattered like mist, only to reform again, bare their blackened fangs once more.

They weren’t real monsters—they were sword strikes, manifested through the energy of death.

Whoooooosh!

Raon unleashed the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation’s Flame Spirit, but he couldn't block them all—one managed to sink its fangs into his waist.

“This is my devildom...”

The DemonBlade swung his sword diagonally, summoning even greater swarms of creatures wreathed in thick, dark energy of death.

“And this is the last sight you will see in this world.”

*   *   *

Kugugugugu!

The DemonBlade relentlessly pressed Raon, his laughter ringing with exhilaration.

‘Yes. This is the power I needed!’

His youthful body was overflowing with vitality, and his energy of death seemed endless—like an inexhaustible spring. Invincible. A word that once felt so distant now seemed within reach.

Kuwaaaaaah!

With a single downward slash of his energy of death, the ground was torn apart. Raon staggered and was pushed back.

The fact that he was overwhelming this young Transcender in both power and speed made a grin spread across his face.

“Was that all? Did you think you could surpass me with that?”

The DemonBlade slashed through the air, summoning more monsters born from the energy of death. It was both a sword technique and a summoning technique— It was a technique that could never be cut through with ordinary aura.

Chiiiiiiiing!

Raon moved with faster footwork, trying to cut down the monsters, but he was steadily pushed back, accumulating wounds both large and small.

‘He can’t even fight back.’

Watching Raon Zieghart, the very man they claimed would surpass him, being pushed back helplessly, an uncontrollable surge of exhilaration rushed through the DemonBlade.

He wanted to roam the world with Raon’s severed head in hand, proving that he still existed and was not yet finished.

‘And then I’ll take my revenge on that Blue Demon King who humiliated me… Urgh!’

He burned with the desire to take vengeance on the Blue Demon King, the one who had humiliated and crushed him.

But the moment he thought about him, those noble blue eyes flashed in his mind. Even with his current power, an instinctual fear gripped him, telling him he still couldn’t surpass that monster.

‘No. Let’s deal with Raon Zieghart first.’

He shook off the thought of the Demon King. With renewed resolve, he swung his energy of death-infused sword down.

Kugugugugugu!

The sinister energy of death exploded, and the very space where Raon stood began to disappear.

‘This is the end.’

Raon, who had already struggled against his monstrous summons, wouldn't be able to withstand this strike.

He would be wiped from existence, leaving only his head behind.

‘Now, I will take revenge on the Five Divine Orders bastards who looked down on me, and to them too, only the promise…’

Just as the DemonBlade was thinking about his next move, convinced that the fight was over—

Kuuuuuuung!

A deafening roar shook the sky and earth. From within the wave of energy of death, a crimson and blue flash erupted.

Chaaaaaaak!

Half of the energy of death wave was burned away by golden flames, while the other half was frozen solid by silver frost, shattering into pieces.

Between the divine sword burning with flames and the demonic sword gleaming with frost, a pair of vividly glowing red eyes ignited.

“Ah….”

The DemonBlade stared at Raon’s burning red eyes, recalling the noble, piercing gaze of the Blue Demon King—the very one who had torn his arm off.

The color was entirely different, but the dignity of a supreme ruler embedded in that noble gaze was exactly the same.

“Now I can finally fight properly.”

Raon glanced back to confirm that the Light Wind Division and Warring Steel Division had retreated to safety, then nodded.

“D-Don’t tell me…?”

The DemonBlade’s lips trembled as he realized Raon had been buying time for the others to escape.

"The head of house said it was still too soon, but... perhaps today is a good day to break it."

Raon lifted his divine sword, blazing with flames, and his demonic sword, gleaming with frost, then tilted his chin up arrogantly.

"The wall of the Five Divine Orders."

 

 

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