The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 894

 Chapter 894

 

Raon watched the DemonBlade chewing his lips anxiously and raised both his divine and demonic swords.

'He has more aura than I do.'

Having sacrificed half of the Black Snake Coalition as a living offering, the amount of energy of death the DemonBlade wielded far surpassed his own aura. Engaging in a direct clash of strength would not be a good choice.

'What I have that’s superior to his…'

Swordsmanship.

The versatile sword, which I have honed since childhood, has blossomed even more brilliantly upon reaching Transcendence. The DemonBlade's swordsmanship was among the most intricate even among Transcenders, but if I focused solely on my own sword, I should be able to fight on favorable terms.
'My physique and stamina are also superior.'

Even if the DemonBlade had regained his youth, he couldn't match Raon's physique and endurance, which had stolen Wrath’s stats. He just needed to be cautious of that newly grown purple arm.

'And there’s one more thing.'

If I use that from my recent spar with Glenn, I will surely be able to defeat the DemonBlade. Of course, it would be grueling to the point of near death.

"Buying time, huh…."

The DemonBlade covered his eyes with his palm and let out a deflated chuckle.

"From the moment I first met you, I never liked that composure of yours."

He lowered his purple-tinged hand and flashed a sinister smile brimming with killing intent.

"I wonder if you'll still have that composure after I grind your flesh and shatter your bones."

The DemonBlade bared his yellow teeth and stomped the ground. With a deafening roar that seemed to twist the very earth, a massive surge of energy of death erupted from beneath his feet.

Piaaaaang!

The energy spread in concentric waves before sharpening into countless blades, shooting toward Raon. It was like thousands of archers firing poisoned arrows in unison.

Hoo.

Raon exhaled sharply, his breath carrying traces of pain as he watched the incoming blades of energy of death.

"I can't afford to take a hit."

The wound on his waist, where he had been struck before, was rotting away, the flesh slowly decaying. If he took more damage, he might not even be able to continue fighting.

'I'll go all out from the start.'

Stepping forward into the storm of blades, Raon increased both Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation and Glacier outputs to the maximum.

Kuwaaaaa!

The divine sword’s flames spiraled upward, surging like a crimson tidal wave, while the demonic sword drew a garden of ice flowers.

Kuuuuung!

The flawless fusion of Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation's Flawless Sea of Fire and Flame Spirit created a spectacle. Within the surging waves of flame, blossoming petals of cold struck the blades of energy of death coming from all directions.

Kwaaaaduduk!

The blades of energy of death surging from the right were reduced to black ashes upon contact with the flames of Flawless Sea of Fire, while the blades of energy of death pouring in from the left froze solid and shattered under the frost of Flame Spirit.

Thunk.

Raon did not stop at defense. He trampled over the frozen remnants of energy of death and charged toward the DemonBlade. Moving to his opponent's right, he slashed downward with Crimson Slash using the divine sword, while simultaneously unleashing Frost Pond with the demonic sword.

The two strikes, embodying both sharpness and extreme swiftness, fell toward the DemonBlade’s neck and chest.

Jjeooong!

The DemonBlade snorted, as if he saw through everything, then deflected both Crimson Slash and Frost Pond at once with a diagonal upward block of his sword.

“You’re slow.”

He unleashed a sword strike while pressing against the divine sword and demonic sword. A massive half-moon arc sketched itself along the purple-tinted blade, so large and overwhelming that it seemed a purple crescent had risen before Raon’s eyes.

'He’s trying to overpower me.'

The DemonBlade clearly understood that his advantage lay in the sheer amount of aura he possessed, and he was trying to crush Raon with brute force.

'Then I'll endure it with swordsmanship.'

Raon assumed a perfectly symmetrical stance, like a sword dancer performing a majestic sword dance. Bringing the divine sword down, he infused it with the principle of Golden Void Infusion, while lifting the demonic sword and imbuing it with the rhythm of White Shadow Slash.

Huuuuuuk!

The silk, woven from threads of flame, elegantly unfurled, trapping the surging wave of energy of death. A white radiance erased the fragments of energy that managed to slip through the silk.

Chiiiiing!

Raon stepped forward with the Supreme Harmony Steps, aiming at the DemonBlade’s shoulder with the White Shadow Slash while unleashing the Sword’s Silvery Dream with the divine sword.

Jjejejeong!

The DemonBlade raised a thick wall of energy of death to block the White Shadow Slash and directly parried the incoming Sword’s Silvery Dream, which was striking toward his neck.

“Coming closer might not be the best choice for you.”

A sneer curled on the DemonBlade’s lips as if mocking Raon for daring to step into the very space where his energy of death thrived.

"That’s none of your concern."

Raon ignored the DemonBlade’s words and pressed down his demonic sword, forcing his way in

Kyaaaang!

The DemonBlade endured the crushing weight of the demonic sword without faltering, a twisted grin curling on his lips.

"Then die where you stand."

He twisted the sword that was blocking the demonic sword. The energy of death writhing on the blade concentrated at the sword's edge, shooting forward like a cannon, an explosion of energy of death akin to the Heavenly Heavy Cannon.

Because the DemonBlade’s energy of death was so overwhelming that he required almost no time to concentrate it, far shorter than Raon’s Heavenly Heavy Cannon. By the time Raon registered what had happened, the blast was already surging toward him.

'No matter how fast or strong your sword is…'

Raon stepped back with the Supreme Harmony Third Steps and raised his divine sword.

'It cannot reach the sky.'

Raon split the fleeting moment, then split it again, he unleashed the True Void Flowing Flame of Azure Sky Sword. Nothing could ever reach the ever-changing sky. The cannon-like blast of energy of death that the DemonBlade’s had fired failed to pierce through the divine sword’s flames, veering off and slamming into the riverbed.

Kuwaaaaaang!

The explosion tore open an endless chasm in the ground, a pit so deep it seemed impossible to escape once inside.

Thud!

Raon leaped off a rising stone and dashed toward the DemonBlade, executing the Thirty-Six Crimson Slashes. A single strike split into thirty-six fiery thrusts, engulfing the DemonBlade’s entire body.

Chiiiiing!

The DemonBlade drew a circular arc with his sword, blocking all thirty-six thrusts at once. The purple energy melted the fire of Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation, filling the air with a thick, rancid stench.

Kyaaaang!

Raon stepped with the Supreme Harmony Steps, targeting the DemonBlade’s blind spot. Though his counterattacks were fierce, but Raon flowed past the energy of death with the principle of flexible sword, relentlessly pursuing his target.

"Your swordsmanship is cruder than I expected."

Raon muttered, questioning if this was all the DemonBlade had to offer, as he unleashed the Revolving Sky.

"That pointless chatter ends here."

The DemonBlade erased the rotating flames and stomped down. The dried riverbed cracked like a spider’s web, unleashing a colossal surge of energy of death.

Thunk!

As energy of death surged up from the ground, Raon stepped with the Supreme Harmony Steps, propelling himself into the air. Just as he was about to slash with the divine sword to erase the energy chasing after him, the DemonBlade’s lips curved into a long grin.

"I knew you'd do that."

It was as if he had anticipated Raon’s movement from the very start, the DemonBlade lifted his purple hand. A purple flash flickered in his grasp and shot toward Raon’s heart.

Chwaaaaak!

Still in midair, Raon swung his divine sword, cleaving through the energy of death surging up from below, while bringing down his demonic sword to intercept the purple bolts fired by the DemonBlade.

Wuuuuuung!

Having successfully blocked the energy of death surging from below, Raon was still forced backward, unable to steady himself midair. Just as he attempted to regain his footing on what appeared to be a stable rock, a surge of energy of death, shaped into swords, erupted from the wall behind him.

Huuuuuk!

With purple bolts surging in front of him and swords of energy of death closing in from below and behind, he had no way to defend against them all.

'No choice, then.'

Raon narrowed his eyes and summoned Garunua’s wind.

Jjeoook!

Riding the green wind, the Wooden Ring Sword shot forward, unleashing a thick wave of killing intent as it tore through the energy of death swords rushing at him from behind.

"Dancing Sword, huh."

The DemonBlade nodded calmly as if he had expected it.

"So this is your real strength from now on."

"Who knows."

Raon shook his head calmly.

'If he hadn’t known about the Dancing Sword, I would have kept it hidden until the end. But he already knew.'

Raon’s use of the Dancing Sword was already known across the continent, so there was no point in forcing himself to conceal it. Using it at the right moment was far more beneficial.

"Then let me show you what the true energy of death is."

The DemonBlade slammed his energy of death-infused sword into the ground. From the dried riverbed, purple flames erupted, coiling around his entire body, unleashing an overwhelming pressure that seemed to crush everything in its path.

Crack!

Just from his mere presence, the earth split apart and rose, while the very fabric of space tore at its seams—a display of power on an entirely different level.

‘It’s this strong?’

The energy of death radiating from the DemonBlade was so intense that even the flames of the divine sword and the frost of the demonic sword seemed to waver. His heart tightened, and a dull tremor spread through his arms and legs.

"Let’s begin. No—let’s end this."

The DemonBlade twisted his lips into a crooked grin and swung his sword downward, like a whip lashing through the air.

Huaaaaaang!

It was just a light slash, yet the sky split apart in a purple rift, unleashing monsters of energy of death that poured down as if to devour the world. His sword strikes were now twice as powerful as before.

Grit.

Raon clenched his teeth and used Sheryl’s Twin Blade Technique, drawing ten circular arcs in the air, a harmonized swordplay that sliced through the monsters lunging for his throat.

However, there were too many, and they regenerated too quickly. Even with the Dancing Sword in full use, he couldn’t block all of them.

Piiiiiik!

His shoulder and thigh were torn open, chunks of flesh ripped away, and pus-filled blood spilled from the wounds. He attempted to seal them with aura, but the energy of death seeping into his flesh prevented the bleeding from stopping.

'Even so, I have to keep going.'

If he hesitated because of his injuries, he would be swallowed whole by the Demon’s Blade power. The only way to defeat him was to charge forward.

Tuuuuung!

Raon trampled over the surging energy of death, forcing his way to the DemonBlade’s left flank. He endured the pain searing through his shoulder, waist, and thigh, then unleashed the Azure Sky Sword.

"Rushing in without a second thought, I see..."

The DemonBlade blocked the sword technique of Azure Sky without much difficulty and lifted his chin.

"You’re like a moth that doesn’t realize its own wings are burning."

Muttering as if pitying an insect, he swung his sword and pushed Raon back.

"We'll see who's really the moth once this is over."

Raon flowed past the incoming energy of death and charged at the DemonBlade again. Fangs of Insanity and Blizzard Sword Art unfolded in seamless succession, cutting off the DemonBlade’s movement and timing.

"Hmph."

DemonBlade snorted and twisted his sword. swords of energy of death shot out from the air, severing the flow of Fangs of Insanity and Blizzard Sword Art. He even deflected the Wooden Ring Sword, which had been aimed at his opening, displaying a flawless defense.

'His reactions have gotten even faster?'

Ever since he had cloaked himself in energy of death, the DemonBlade had been responding to attacks almost instinctively. As if his very senses had sharpened alongside his power and physique.

‘I need to be even faster...’

Raon was about to increase the speed of his Fangs of Insanity and Blizzard Sword Art—but then, he froze in place. His arms and legs trembled violently, his grip on his sword weakening, and a trickle of black blood began to drip from his nose and mouth.

"This is…."

"So, it’s finally taking effect."

The DemonBlade straightened his posture as if he had been expecting this and lowered his sword.

"You’ve been poisoned by my energy of death."

*   *   *

"You lasted longer than I expected. I suppose that deserves some praise."

The DemonBlade let out a long grin as he looked at Raon, who had stopped moving.

'Yes. The fact that he lasted this long is impressive.'

Right now, the DemonBlade was no different from a source of energy of death itself.

Not just the warriors of the Black Snake Coalition, but also hundreds of ordinary people had been sacrificed, making it no exaggeration to say that his surroundings had turned into a seething pool of lava, boiling with resentment and energy of death.

No matter how much Raon Zieghart had progressed as Transcender, fighting in this place while getting injured meant he was bound to be poisoned by the lethal energy of death.

"Did you say you would surpass the Five Divine Orders?"

The DemonBlade let out a sinister smile and shook his head.

"It’s impossible for you. Unless the Five Kings, the Five Demons, and the Five Divine Orders fight each other, this balance will never be broken. A new era? What a load of nonsense."

If that brat had challenged me after more time had passed, perhaps he would have had a chance. But now, this is the end. His journey ends here.

"That’s not for you to decide."

Despite being poisoned by the energy of death, Raon still gripped both swords tightly, his trembling hands refusing to let go, and charged forward.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Even as the energy of death gnawed at him and the searing pain from his wounds intensified, his swordsmanship remained sharp—almost mesmerizing.

'This brat is the real deal….'

The DemonBlade’s furrowed his brows as he watched Raon charge at him, as if fully prepared to die.

‘Even now… when it comes to swordsmanship, he’s still above me.’

Unlike him, who used an irregular and unorthodox sword style, Raon created a profound sword path, as if he had combined all the sword techniques in the world into one.

If not for the sheer amount of energy of death he had amassed by sacrificing living offerings, this fight would have been truly dangerous.

‘But in the end, the one who wins… is me.’

No matter how extraordinary one’s swordsmanship was, if it couldn’t reach its target, it was meaningless.

"Stop struggling and perish!"

The DemonBlade refused to fight Raon’s sword with his own. Instead, he chose to overwhelm him with the energy of death. Raon twisted and slipped through the onslaught like an eel, desperately enduring, his speed gradually dropped, and his strikes became sluggish.

"Huff…."

Eventually, Raon stumbled to a halt, hunched over, and coughed up black blood. His hands, still gripping his swords, trembled violently.

"This is the end."

The DemonBlade grinned and nodded.

"Since you've been such a nuisance, I'll give you the most wretched end possible."

Just as he swung his sword, infused with energy of death, to tear into Raon's flesh—

Thud.

The DemonBlade's hands trembled uncontrollably, and the sword slipped from his grasp, falling to the ground.

"What…?"

He darted his eyes around in confusion, unable to comprehend what had just happened, while Raon slowly lifted himself up.

"I'll return those words to you."

Tilting his chin slightly, his red eyes gleamed with eerie confidence.

"It’s finally taking effect."

*   *   *

Hoo.

Raon let out a heavy breath as he watched the DemonBlade’s hands and feet tremble uncontrollably.

‘A little late, but it worked perfectly.’

That... could it be...?

Wrath’s eyes widened as he stared at the DemonBlade’s quivering limbs.

The same thing that old man did to you?

‘Yeah. That lightning energy.’

Just as Glenn had paralyzed him with lightning energy during their spar, he had used the lightning energy of Heavenly Lightning Cultivation, forcing its way through the DemonBlade’s energy of death and sinking into his body.

"L-Lightning energy?"

The DemonBlade finally realized what was happening to him, his jaw quivering.

“When did you—?”

"From the very beginning."

Raon wiped the blood from his lips and nose and shook his head.

"I mixed it into the heat and cold."

Raon had deliberately hidden the lightning energy of Heavenly Lightning Cultivation within the flames of Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation and the cold energy of Glacier, releasing it little by little. He knew that if the DemonBlade noticed the lightning energy, he would have prepared a countermeasure. Thanks to this approach, the DemonBlade only now realized that his body had been completely infiltrated by the lightning energy.

"You were so engulfed in your own overflowing energy of death that you didn’t even notice the lightning energy seeping in. But the energy of Heavenly Lightning Cultivation has been slowly eating away at your body and mana circuits—just as you used your energy of death against me."

Raon could feel the DemonBlade’s energy of death pressing down on his body. In response, he had attempted to restrain the DemonBlade’s energy with his lightning energy—and it seemed to have worked perfectly.

"So that’s why you kept engaging in close combat."

The DemonBlade bit down on his lip so hard it bled, as if finally realizing why Raon had deliberately engaged in close combat.

"Not bad. No, it’s impressive. But it doesn’t change anything."

He reached down and picked up his fallen sword. A surge of energy of death flared up along its purple-stained blade, rising like flames that threatened to pierce the heavens.

“You’re already poisoned by the energy of death. Soon, you won’t even be able to move a single finger!”

Determined to end it in an instant, the DemonBlade unleashed a flood of energy of death so vast it seemed as if it could erase the entire continent.

"Palace of Ten Thousand Deaths!"

His energy spread endlessly, forming thousands of swords that rose from both the sky and the earth. The countless blades curved and interlocked, shaping a colossal palace of death—a prison of energy of death designed to ensure that Raon would be completely erased, leaving behind not even a shred of flesh.

"No."

Raon calmly shook his head and adjusted his grip on both the divine and demonic swords.

“I haven’t even used my full power yet.”

He drew out the domineering energy dwelling within him, letting it surge and wrap around his entire body—Ascara’s Combative Energy. The tyrannical energy, capable of unleashing his full strength in any situation, seeped into his mana circuits, pushing back the foul stench of the energy of death.

Thwoom!

Raon raised both his divine and demonic swords, facing the storm of energy of death blades that surged from all directions, threatening to engulf the heavens and the earth.

Raon Zieghart Style Swordplay.

Sixth Form.

Red-Blue Invincible Sword.

The strike that had always brought him victory was now elevated to Transcendence. At the same time, his Wooden Ring Sword unleashed a technique of Heavenly Lightning Cultivation, infused with the wind.

Chwaaaaak!

The three swords converged before his eyes, weaving into a perfect harmony.

Flames and frost, lightning and wind—each thread of energy intertwined into golden streaks of brilliance.

Like the first light of dawn overcoming the darkness of night, the radiance of a new era cleaved through the purple sea of energy unleashed by the remnant of the old era.

 

 

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