The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1008

 Chapter 1008

 

Paaaaang!

Raon didn’t miss the fleeting moment when Glenn’s sword and the Heavenly Demon’s fist clashed, and he fired the Blade of Requiem with all his strength.

‘Damn…’

His head felt like it was going to split from the dizziness.

He had used up so much aura and mental strength that just maintaining the Dancing Sword made his mind reel.

A wave of pain surged in that made him want to stop immediately, but he endured it by recalling Evelyn’s tear-streaked face.

“Your grandson…”

Even as he blocked Glenn’s sword strike, the Heavenly Demon noticed the movement of the Blade of Requiem and reached out with his left hand.

“You taught him wrong, Glenn Zieghart!”

‘Now!’

Just as the Heavenly Demon was about to raise the back of his hand, Raon unleashed the Chilly Breeze through the Blade of Requiem.

Chiaaaaang!

A sword technique created to pierce through space and aim for the enemy’s throat soared up right in front of the Heavenly Demon’s chest, ignoring his defense.

“Hmph!”

As expected of Eden’s absolute being, the Heavenly Demon didn’t miss the Blade of Requiem that had transcended space and snatched it out of the air with his hand.

‘Just as expected.’

However, Raon had perfectly predicted this situation.

‘If he couldn’t block even this, he wouldn’t be worthy of the name Heavenly Demon.’

Knowing that the Chilly Breeze wouldn’t be able to pierce the Heavenly Demon’s defense, he hadn’t thrown Heavenly Drive or Wooden Ring Sword, but the Blade of Requiem from the very start.

‘Because I have one last resort.’

He could communicate with the vengeful spirits within the Blade of Requiem. Using his will, he asked for their help and formed an invisible blade.

Chiaaaaang!

The sword manifested by the red vengeful spirits wasn't his own, it was Glenn's sword.

A Heart Sword that cuts the soul. Following that lofty and majestic flow, he forged the blade of the Heart Sword alongside the spirits.

‘Grrgh…!’

His head ached as if it would shatter, and all three of his energy centers twisted like they were about to explode. He forcibly suppressed the rising blood in his throat and focused his mind.

‘There’s only one chance.’

I have to watch it through to the end and stab.

The sword of soul created by himself and the Blade of Requiem was tiny and weak.

It wouldn’t be able to cut even an ordinary person’s soul, but if it was the Fallen’s soul, with only a faint fragment remaining, it would be enough to cut through it.

Wooooong!

Raon resonated the Ring of Fire, which shook as if it would explode, to heighten his focus.

‘There!’

He sensed the Fallen’s soul inside the inner pocket where the Heavenly Demon had placed the Bell.

Trusting his senses, he thrust the soul sword toward the Fallen’s soul.

Paaaaang!

Even the Heavenly Demon hadn’t expected that he could create a blade capable of cutting souls. Without even thinking to defend, he could only watch as the fragment of the Fallen’s mask shattered.

Kyaaaaaaaa!

From the mask fragment, a grotesque scream rang out, like thousands of chunks of metal splitting apart.

The Fallen, who hadn’t let out a single scream when he died, couldn’t bear the pain of having his soul torn.

Kkeuaaaaaaa!

As if paying the price for having toyed with so many people until now, the Fallen let out a shredding scream and melted away.

“Kugh…”

The moment Raon confirmed that the Fallen had turned into gray mist, he collapsed to the ground.

‘It’s… over.’

He had cut the last remaining strand of soul. Even if the Heavenly Demon were a god, he would no longer be able to bring the Fallen back.

Y-You madman!

Wrath stared at him, eyes wide open.

You’re truly insane!

Wrath stared wide-eyed, as if shocked by the sheer nerve that allowed Raon to get the better of the Heavenly Demon. Then he brought down his round hand and patted Raon’s shoulder wildly.

To aim for that one single opening! You’re not sane! Well done!

Wrath, seemingly genuinely impressed, smiled brightly.

“You…”

The Heavenly Demon looked at him with a gaze filled with both anger and bewilderment, as if his pride had been wounded.

“Gahk!”

The moment Raon met the Heavenly Demon’s eyes, he spat out the dark blood he had been forcing down.

‘T-this really is my limit now.’

He wanted to retrieve the Blade of Requiem from the Heavenly Demon’s grip, but he didn’t even have the strength to move a single finger.

Perhaps because he had overdone it in his injured state, even breathing now felt difficult.

“Taught him wrong?”

Glenn shook his head with a smile, as if he were proud.

“No. He’s my grandson, who’s grown up better than anyone in the world.”

The moment his bold voice rang out like thunder, a bolt of lightning surged forth, drawing a crimson line that split the sky and earth.

Kuwaaaaah!

In a fearsome strike that seemed to contain divine wrath, the black energy was shattered, and the Heavenly Demon’s steadfast body was violently pushed back, crashing down into the cracked ground.

Kwaaaaaaang!

The crimson lightning that exploded underground spread endlessly across the land, as if announcing the end of the world.

“Urgh…”

As soon as the Heavenly Demon fell underground, Raon dropped to his hands and knees and coughed up more blood. His condition was so bad, even the tremors twisted his insides.

“Are you okay?”

Larian had come up behind him at some point and supported his body. Using the mana of nature, she dissolved the murky energy clotted inside his body.

“I-I’m all right.”

Raon barely managed to nod.

“You really are….”

Larian looked at him with eyes full of disbelief.

“A man who does what he says! I see you in a whole new light!”

She let out a refreshing laugh as she looked toward the air where the Fallen’s soul had melted away.

“I-I was just lucky.”

Raon waved his hand, saying it wasn’t skill but luck that had helped him.

“There’s no way I could’ve done it alone.”

He met Evelyn’s gaze, who was watching him, and gave her a faint smile.

*   *   *

“R-Raon.”

Evelyn pressed her dried lips together, watching Raon, who coughed up blood while laughing.

‘That promise…’

Raon had promised her that even if the Fallen returned, he would kill him again, but honestly, she had thought it was just something he said to comfort her.

After the Heavenly Demon brought the Fallen’s soul back and placed it into the mask fragment, she forced herself to accept that killing him was no longer possible, and suppressed her emotions.

But Raon, as if determined to keep his word, stood up on shaky legs and walked into the battlefield where Glenn and the Heavenly Demon were fighting like war gods.

With eyes full of resolve, as if he would stand up a thousand times no matter how many times he fell, he moved forward and used a single dagger to sever the soul of the Fallen, which the Heavenly Demon had been protecting.

When she saw that Raon, who didn’t even have the strength to walk, had risked his life to kill the Fallen for her, she couldn’t hold back her tears.

Hic…

Evelyn wiped her tears and tightly shut her eyes so she could see Raon clearly.

‘Mom…’

Was it because Taechun was dead? In that fleeting moment when her eyes closed, her mother’s face rose in her mind.

The mother, who had always appeared faint and hazy as if veiled in fog, was now smiling brightly at her, as if to say she had done well.

“Haa…”

Evelyn slowly opened her eyes while recalling Sella’s face.

Raon gave her a calm nod. When she saw the look in his eyes, as if to say he had kept his promise, tears began to fall again.

“Thank you. Truly, thank you…”

For the first time, the words didn’t come from her head, but flowed out from deep within her heart. Right now, the only thing she could offer was her sincere gratitude.

“……”

Raon gave her a calm smile, as if to say it was okay. Even though he couldn’t speak due to the blood flowing from his mouth, the way he accepted her words made her feel even more overwhelmed with gratitude.

‘My life…’

Evelyn clenched her weakened hand into a fist.

‘No… even my soul, I’ll give it to you.’

She pounded the chest where her ten circles spun and engraved the vow of a Transcender.

*   *   *

Kuwaaaaang!

From within the deeply carved fissure, like a cliff bearing the mysteries of the primordial origin, the Heavenly Demon rose. A deep sword mark left by Glenn was etched across his chest.

“Haaah…”

The Heavenly Demon looked at Raon without paying the slightest attention to the wound torn open across his chest like a canyon.

“Hoo…”

Raon let out a dry breath as he looked at the Heavenly Demon’s resilient body.

‘What kind of monster is that?’

To still be standing after taking Glenn’s sword, it was a body and mind so absurdly tough it left him speechless.

‘No, it's not like he’s completely unaffected.’

Though the Heavenly Demon possessed a body and mental strength as hard as armor, his pressure had clearly weakened. It was certain the wound had affected him.

“You’re impressive.”

The Heavenly Demon nodded as if he were genuinely impressed.

“To think you managed to create a sword that cuts the soul, even if you borrowed the power of a dagger.”

He looked down at the Blade of Requiem he was holding and curled his lips upward.

“The strength and talent you’ve shown — I understand now why he told me to take you with me.”

The Heavenly Demon, the fury in his eyes replaced with delight, threw the Blade of Requiem to the ground at his feet.

“You… kuhk!”

Raon tried to reach for the fallen Blade of Requiem but coughed up a lump of black blood. His condition was so poor that even speaking was difficult.

“Stop looking at him.”

Glenn stepped to the side and blocked the Heavenly Demon’s gaze that had been fixed on Raon.

“He’s wearing thin”

Shaking his head, he made it clear he wouldn’t even allow the Heavenly Demon to look at Raon.

“A Sword God turning into a bragging fool — no one would believe such a story.”

The Heavenly Demon let out a thin smile and tossed the shattered fragment of the Fallen’s mask onto the ground.

"Was the reason for the surprise attack also because of that grandson?"

He swept a hand across the wound on his chest and curled the corners of his mouth.

“You tried to lay hands on those far beneath your level, so I simply gave you the same treatment.”

Glenn shook his head, not showing the slightest hint of shame.

“I see.”

When the Heavenly Demon gently smiled and shook his head, the blood that had been flowing from the wound on his chest began to stop.

“It’s clear that you and I have both changed a lot.”

He nodded and took out the Heavenly Demon Bell he had kept in his pocket.

“The Heavenly Demon Bell is an item upon which a vow between the Fallen and me was placed.”

He clicked his tongue briefly as he looked at the bell.

“Thanks to your grandson, I wasn’t able to keep the promise I made to the man who begged for his life. So I must pay the price.”

Though the Heavenly Demon said he had to pay the price, he didn’t look particularly displeased.

On the contrary, the faint curve of his lips, as if amused, made him look like the embodiment of arrogance itself.

“Price or whatever it may be — you will not lay even a finger on Raon.”

Glenn shook his head firmly, making it clear he would not permit anything.

“It’s true that your grandson is remarkable… but that’s not for now.”

The Heavenly Demon flicked his hand dismissively, as if showing he no longer had interest in Raon at this moment.

“Turning the wheel of fate in the direction one desires is certainly a remarkable feat… but what I’m interested in now—”

He raised a finger and pointed at Glenn.

“—is you. Glenn Zieghart.”

The Heavenly Demon let out a chilling laugh from within his helmet.

“I thought we’d just exchange light blows and be done with it, but now that the Fallen is dead, we need to trade a proper move.”

As if to say that their earlier clash had been nothing more than play, he tensed his fingertips.

“I’ll take you on.”

Glenn calmly nodded, as if saying he was ready anytime.

“How refreshing.”

As the Heavenly Demon rolled his shoulders as if loosening his body, the air trembled with tension. His movements were both grand and free, as though aligned with the very order of the universe.

The Heavenly Demon raised his left fist toward the sky and placed his right fist at his waist.

Battle Victory Technique. A technique of a conqueror, harmonizing offense and defense, heaven and earth, yin and yang.

From the Heavenly Demon, now executing the Battle Victory Technique, radiated a pressure so immense it felt like a thousand years had been condensed into this one moment.

Just witnessing it made the world seem to hold its breath.

Chiaaaang!

Despite sensing the vast, oppressive energy wave of the Heavenly Demon, Glenn calmly raised Heavenly Tremor.

The silver blade, blazing with crimson lightning as if to erase all malice in the world, pointed toward the Heavenly Demon’s neck.

It may have looked like a basic posture, but the presence of Glenn as a swordsman distorted time and space itself. Even the Heavenly Demon was forced to ignore all else and focus solely on him.

Glenn’s sword, having reached its ultimate limit, released an absolute energy wave—powerful enough to encroach upon the domain of the gods—and stirred a clear, noble light.

Kugugugugugu!

The pressure radiating from Glenn and the Heavenly Demon surged up to the heavens, carving a fissure through the sky as if splitting the world in two.

Within the Transcendence domain, now gradually turning gray, the two Transcenders intensified their murderous intent toward one another.

Kuuuuuung!

In that breath-stopping moment of confrontation, the one who could no longer suppress the tremor in his chest, was the Heavenly Demon.

The instant his fist moved, the flow of mana froze, as if time itself had halted.

Kwaaaaaaang!

From the Heavenly Demon’s fist erupted an enormous wave of mana, and the mana of nature twisted in response.

It felt like something beyond mere destruction—as if chaos itself was being born.

Kuuuuuuu!

This was no ordinary strike.

It was a fist forged from the depths of his soul, seeking to crush the very existence known as Glenn.

Fwaaaaaah!

In the face of the Heavenly Demon’s overwhelming, tyrannical force that shook heaven and earth, Glenn’s presence began to expand with terrifying intensity.

From within his soul, a vast and noble will bloomed—rising as a dignified energy wave, as if to erase the chaos summoned by the Heavenly Demon.

Chiaaaang!

As Glenn thrust the Heavenly Tremor Sword toward the Heavenly Demon charging in with a blackened fist, a crimson light bloomed, as if warping space and time itself.

The red radiance blossoming along the blade did not seem to belong to this world — it was mysterious, and vast.

Not aura, but the power of will.

Not a sword that cut flesh, but an absolute sword that cut the essence of the soul.

Heart Sword and Combative Energy's Martial Ultimate.

The martial arts of two absolutes, who had walked different paths, clashed head-on.

Kuwaaaaaang!

The moment the red sword and the black fist collided, it was as if the laws of the universe twisted, the fabric of space that formed heaven and earth shattered apart.

This was not a simple contest of martial arts.

It was a collision of souls, built up over a lifetime by peerless warriors as human beings.

Raon let out a deathly gasp as he engraved the clash between Glenn and the Heavenly Demon, which seemed to shake his very soul, into his eyes.

‘The colors the two of them possess are different.’

Glenn had refined his sword to the extreme, forging a Heart Sword that cuts the enemy’s soul, while the Heavenly Demon layered and layered the essence of martial arts, forging a soul and body that would not break under anything.

You could call it a clash between spear and shield — but a spear could become a shield, and a shield could become a spear.

Raon, forgetting even to breathe, watched every instant of the battle between the two Transcenders — as if they were writing a new legend.

Tuwuuuuung!

At the climax of their clash, a darkness like the abyss bloomed between them, and in that moment, a golden flame lit up over Raon’s sunken eyes.

 

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