The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1122

 Chapter 1122

 

Duuuuung!

Raon felt his chest tremble at the sight of the peerless sword strike Briana and Brigit had created together.

‘No, not my chest….’

The Ring of Fire is crying out.

The Ring of Fire, whirling around my heart, seemed to feel something from their strike. It gave off a fierce resonance, sending a deep ripple through my mind.

Wooooooong!

The Ring of Fire began to rotate faster and faster, and time in the world began to slow down. Briana and Brigit, who had been charging like lightning, froze like statues before me.

Hwaaaaaaaa!

As the flow of the world ceased, the senses I perceived began to change.

The energies I had always known were felt more vividly, as if brushing against my skin, and things I had not sensed before now felt close enough to grasp.

Like a universe filled with starlight, the proficiencies of swordsmanship I had built until now engraved themselves deeper into my mind, and a vision of all creation unfolded before me.

The flow of Briana and Brigit’s combined technique, which I was seeing for the first time, was vividly reflected in my eyes.

This bastard, awakening again!

Wrath ground his teeth, saying it was starting again.

‘No.’

Today isn’t something like a trance.

It wasn’t awakening by falling into a trance, but the proficiency I had accumulated in martial arts pulling me toward a higher place.

Heh! So now you’ll pull every crazy stunt just to force his growth, huh!

‘No one made me grow. I’m the one who grew.’

Raon calmly shook his head.

‘This is the power I’ve trained in and obtained until now.’

The war against the White Blood Religion, the clash with Sloth, the meetings with the Sword Sovereign and the War King, the High Elf’s awakening, and even the reunion with Gluttony.

It wasn’t another free reward like before. I had earned a small but genuine step of growth through countless experiences and effort.

Gooooooooo!

Until now, I had always felt stronger only after awakening from a trance, but today, while fully conscious, my body and mind grew together, and a new exhilaration I had never felt before surged through me.

I felt both the level of my soul and my martial proficiency grow, and slowly opened my eyes. The fragments of mana spread throughout the world were being perceived in even finer detail.

Hwoooook!

Time, which had stopped, began to flow again, and I saw Briana and Brigit’s sword strike surging toward me.

Kuuuuuuung!

Based on the small enlightenment he had just gained, Raon extended Heavenly Drive to his right.

Limitless Fusion Form—a technique that simultaneously unfolds the Sword and Saber Sovereign’s sword and saber arts. From that heavy yet solid sword edge, white energy surged up, swallowed Brigit and Briana’s combined strike whole, and wiped it out entirely.

“What is this….”

Briana’s face, certain of victory, froze in shock. Her jaw trembled as if she had no idea what had just happened.

“Crazy!”

Even the Thespian Emperor’s jaw quivered, as if shaken in bewilderment.

“Just now… what happened…?”

Since she was the one who had created the sorcery spell for their combined technique, she had clearly been counting on Brigit and Briana’s victory.

“P-Pavilion master’s sword strike has completely disappeared….”

“What in the world happened?”

“Is that the true might of Sword Emperor Raon Zieghart?”

“Not the heads of the Five Divine Orders, but isn’t that at the level of the heads of the Five Kings and Three Demons?”

The swordsmen of the Martial Blade Pavilion exclaimed one after another, as if they hadn’t expected Raon’s might to reach this level.

“Hoo.”

Raon lowered Heavenly Drive that had drawn a new martial art, nodding his head.

‘To think I would grow like this.’

In truth, I had gained quite a lot recently. I had learned new martial arts, consuming elixirs, and even grown stronger with the authorities of Demon Kings.

Yet despite all that, my might itself hadn’t changed much. But today, those rewards had joined together, culminating in a small but genuine achievement.

Now it truly isn’t far off.

Wrath frowned as he looked at him.

‘Not far? What do you mean?’

He’s talking about the day you surpass the heads of the faction called the Five Kings and Three Demons.

He nodded, saying that now those leaders had finally come within Raon’s reach.

‘I feel it too.’

Raon clenched his fist and smiled faintly.

‘That I’ve truly drawn closer to them.’

Among the Five Kings and Three Demons, excluding Glenn, Derus Robert, and the Heavenly Demon who possessed overwhelming might, I felt he could catch up to the other heads in not too long a time.

‘If we were on the same level, I could probably win.’

I had various traits, the authorities of Demon Kings, and a body surpassing Transcenders. If I reached their level, there was a very high chance I would win.

You’re already preparing to fight them?

Wrath let out a hollow laugh, saying he was truly something.

‘Of course, I have to.’

Because Derus and the Heavenly Demon will have prepared new Transcenders.

Derus and the Heavenly Demon were staking much on the coming war, certain of victory.

It was obvious they had prepared Transcenders never seen before, so I had to become stronger before the war, strong enough to face even an archangel.

“I lost.”

Briana let out a sigh and stepped toward Raon.

“Seeing your level now, no matter what Brigit and I do, we can’t win.”

She smiled faintly as she declared surrender, but the word now in her tone showed she hadn’t given up entirely.

“I knew you would be stronger the next time we met, but I didn’t think you would have grown this much.”

Briana admitted that because of Brigit’s efforts, she had wanted to win even if it meant letting her emotions explode, but it hadn’t worked. She calmly lowered her sword, seeming to return to her usual composure.

“What in the world happened to you?”

“I gained a lot of experience traveling the continent.”

Raon smiled, saying he was simply lucky.

“If that alone made one stronger, then all Transcenders would just be travelers.”

Briana gave a short laugh and lowered her hand.

“Well, this isn’t a story to be told here.”

She looked around, smacking her lips as if to say she understood.

“It would be better to tell me later.”

“I’ll do that.”

Raon nodded, saying he would tell her separately.

“Then.”

With that, Briana closed her eyes, and a moment later Brigit’s gaze returned.

“Damn it!”

Brigit stomped her foot, speaking far more roughly than Briana.

“I didn’t think even this method wouldn’t work!”

She ground her teeth, saying everything she had prepared had failed.

“Not catching me isn’t failure. You two definitely grew stronger.”

Raon admitted with a faint smile that it had honestly been dangerous, had he not grown by watching their swords, he would have been in trouble.

“You’re kidding me.”

Brigit waved her hand as if to brush away his nonsense.

“Hurry up and fight your next opponent already.”

She said to just finish the Divine Sword Gathering quickly, and stepped down from the arena.

“Next opponent?”

As Raon tilted his head, from the opposite side Martha walked up, her eyes burning with determination.

“The next is me.”

Martha said she was the next opponent, and drew her sword.

“Fight properly.”

She bit her lip, saying she wanted him to show his swordsmanship at full strength, even if the fight ended in one strike.

“Properly, huh….”

Looking at Martha, whose eyes burned like when she fought the White Blood Religion, Raon curled his lips.

‘Looks like she’s had a change of heart.’

After achieving her goals of destroying the White Blood Religion and saving her mother, Martha had seemed to have lost her drive.

She had trained, but it hadn’t felt like she was giving her all as before. Now, after watching my duel with the Queen of Swords, it seemed she had realized something. Seeing her fighting spirit return made me a little glad.

“Alright.”

Raon raised Heavenly Drive and nodded. Hoping it would help Martha, he extended a sword strike infused with today’s enlightenment.

Hwaaaaaaaaaa!

Even without aura, the sword, drawing a beautiful trajectory, extended toward Martha.

“This is what I needed to see!”

Martha twisted her lips as she looked at the elegant yet exceedingly dangerous swordsmanship.

Jjeooooooong!

Without retreating, she brought out the full extent of her learned swordsmanship to block Raon’s strike.

But lacking strength and level, her eyes rolled back as she was flung out of the arena and crashed to the ground.

“Well….”

Raon gave a faint smile as he looked at Martha, who fainted yet did not let go of her sword.

“It seems the rakshasa woman has returned.”

*   *   *

“Sir Derus.”

Cubara entered Derus’ cultivation chamber and bowed so deeply her head nearly touched the floor.

“……”

Derus, seemingly immersed in meditation, kept his eyes closed and gave no response.

When Derus did not answer, Cubara slowly began to straighten her body, as though ready to leave again.

Just as she carefully turned to leave the chamber—

Ssssss.

Cubara froze as if her heart, or no, her soul, was being seized by an invisible grip.

If she so much as moved more or opened her mouth, it felt as though that unseen hand would crush her soul.

“Uhh….”

Though her emotions had long since died, Cubara began to recall the feeling of fear.

At last, Derus opened his eyes.

Fwooooh.

As Derus smiled with eyes as clear and spotless as those of an innocent child, the pressure crushing her melted away without a trace.

“What is it.”

Derus nodded calmly, as if nothing had happened.

“Haa….”

Cubara let out a rough breath, straightened her disheveled clothes, and bowed to Derus.

“The Holy Sword Alliance’s master has taken the bait. He is currently waiting in front of the fourth factory.”

She reported that Rector was preparing to attack the fourth factory that gathered divine power.

“He took the bait right away?”

Derus curled his lips upward, recalling Rector’s face.

“That old man must be burning to fight.”

He let out a mocking laugh, saying things had become quite interesting.

“Call him.”

Derus raised a finger toward the sky.

“He wouldn’t want to see four factories he built with his own hands fall so easily.”

He nodded leisurely, as if the matter would resolve without difficulty.

“Understood. Then I’ll take my leave.”

Cubara bowed deeply once more and left Derus’ chamber.

“……”

Derus curled his lips as he looked at the drops of sweat that had fallen where Cubara had stood.

“It really won’t be long now.”

*   *   *

In the end, Raon won the Divine Sword Gathering and even earned the right to enter the special library.

“As expected of Raon!”

Evelyn raised both hands high, saying he did wonderfully.

“See? I told you, if he draws his sword, he wins.”

She gripped Raon’s hand tightly, as if she had always believed in him.

“A so-called Transcender actually went and took first place in a kids’ tournament.”

Martha shook her head while massaging her bruised arm.

“Couldn’t you have gone easy in the final match?”

She let out a deep sigh, remembering the disciple of Martial Blade Pavilion who had been blown away by a single strike in the final.

“No, he did well.”

The Queen of Swords lowered her hand, saying it hadn’t been a bad thing.

“Thanks to Raon fighting seriously, it seems my disciples have found the path they must walk.”

She smiled as the arena echoed with the disciples’ shouts of spirit.

“Lately there have been too many lazy ones in Martial Blade Pavilion, and I was troubled about how to deal with it. But thanks to this, a new current is flowing.”

Brigit nodded, saying she had received great help instead.

“When will you enter the special library?”

She narrowed her eyes at the book-shaped key in Raon’s hand.

“If I am permitted, I’d like to enter right away.”

Raon looked at the key in his hand as he answered.

“Me too!”

Martha, who had been defeated by him in the semifinals, also raised her hand, saying she wanted to go in with him.

“Ugh, so I’m the only one who can’t go in again….”

Dorian furrowed his brows, frustrated that he couldn’t see books that could serve as supplies.

“You, is there some martial arts manual you’re looking for?”

Brigit narrowed her eyes curiously.

“I don’t know if it will be here or not, but yes, there is something I’m searching for.”

Raon nodded without hesitation.

“The special library is called the Sword-Testing Pavilion. It collects unusual swordsmanship manuals from every era, so I can’t say whether what you seek will be there.”

Brigit shook her head, saying she couldn't predict.

“Still, there will be plenty of manuals useful for your versatile sword, so make good use of them.”

She gestured behind her, saying she would grant permission now.

Woooooong!

As Brigit raised her hand, the wall behind her opened, revealing stairs descending below. From the dark space rose the scent of dust and old books.

“I hope you find what you’re seeking.”

The Thespian Emperor smiled faintly, as if she knew something.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed to Brigit and the Thespian Emperor, then descended the stairs leading underground. After descending about five floors of stairs, a library revealed itself, its shelves stretching out in a spiderweb-like octagonal pattern, bathed in a soft glow. It was the Sword-Testing Pavilion, the pride of Martial Blade Pavilion.

“Wow. Since it’s only supposed to hold unusual sword manuals, I thought it would be small, but it’s much bigger than I expected.”

Martha whistled, saying it was surprising.

“I’ll take a look over here first.”

Her rekindled drive seemed to extend to the sword manuals as well, as she dashed forward and began reading.

“Now then….”

Raon pulled a book from the nearest shelf.

“Sword of Dark Radiance?”

Even its name sounded overflowing with power. Reading through it, he saw that while it didn’t live up to its name completely, it was still a manual of considerable level.

‘A sword technique focused on the powerful sword and the destructive sword.’

The Sword of Dark Radiance centered on the principles of powerful sword and destructive sword among the many principles. It seemed it could be of use to versatile sword, so Raon analyzed every form and flow and stored them in his mind.

‘Interesting.’

Raon smacked his lips and opened the sword manual beside it.

You said you had something to find. Stop wasting time and look for it!

Wrath frowned, as if annoyed that he was just reading any book.

‘I don’t know the title, so I have to check them all anyway.’

Raon replied that it wasn’t a waste of time.

‘And every one of them is helpful.’

Very helpful, in fact.

Since all the manuals in the Sword-Testing Pavilion were unusual sword techniques, they contained strange flows and harmonies I had never imagined. Learning them would surely benefit the versatile sword greatly.

‘Next.’

Having already finished all the books on one shelf, Raon moved to the second.

‘What should I look at next?’

As he turned his gaze in thought, he noticed an old book whose title was blurred and hard to make out. Its cover was yellowed, like the skin of someone with jaundice, yet for some reason it felt oddly familiar.

‘This title….’

The moment Raon stretched out his finger and grasped the yellowed book—

Fwaaaaaah!

Golden flames erupted from the center of the book where his finger touched, swallowing him whole.

‘Just as I thought. So it really was.’

Raon curled his lips into a smile as he was drawn into the now-familiar memories of the past.

‘My ancestor truly is a busy man.’

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