The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1140

 Chapter 1140

 

Srrrng—

Raon stood between the forces of the Holy Kingdom of Schper and Lust, the monarch of Lust, and silently drew his two swords. He lifted his chin arrogantly, as if to declare that he was the ruler of this time and place.

“Uoooooh!”

“Sir Raon!”

“It’s Sir Raon!”

“The Sword Emperor has come to help Schper!”

“Please defeat that wicked witch who bewitches people!”

The holy knights and priests erupted in cheers the instant Raon appeared, shouting for him to slay the witch.

The faces that had turned pale under Lust’s overwhelming energy wave began to regain their color.

“Sir Raon! You came!”

Even Holy King Hopen couldn’t hide his joy at Raon’s arrival, his face brightening into a smile.

“I don’t know how you ended up here, but be careful. Even for you, that woman’s power is dangerous.”

Saintess Olga wasn’t surprised by Raon’s appearance. Her calm, sharp eyes gleamed coldly.

“She possesses might at least on par with the heads of the Five Kings and Three Demons. Above all, you must not inhale that pink current of air.”

She frowned, showing that even her blessed nun outfit and gloves had melted away.

“Wrath!”

The monarch of Lust, Lust, who had moments ago been burning with rage, suddenly softened her gaze and cried out Wrath’s name.

“You came to find me! Of course, it’s you for me, and me for you!”

She declared it fate and smeared her bloodied fingers across her face.

Kkieeeeeaaaaaak!

Wrath screamed and stumbled backward at the sight.

That’s terrifying! That’s not even someone else’s blood—it’s her own!

Grabbing Raon’s shoulders, he shook him violently.

Let’s just run! Run while we can!

‘It’s just getting started. We’re not going anywhere.’

Raon pushed away the panicking Wrath and stepped up to face Lust.

[The King of Essence has learned a sword dance for you. Would you honor him with a match?]

He sent the message through aura, so no one else could hear.

“A—A sword dance? You learned a sword dance—for me?”

Lust widened her eyes as if she couldn’t believe what she heard.

[They say lovers dance together. Since we both wield swords… our dance should be a sword dance.]

“I’ll do it! Right now!”

Before he even finished speaking, she shouted that she would dance and sent her pink current surging high into the sky.

“Haaah…”

Lust drew the sword she hadn’t touched even in dire situations, exhaling a white, burning breath. In her eyes, the very word anticipation seemed to shimmer.

L-Lovers?

Wrath grabbed Raon by the collar, his jaw trembling.

You insane bastard! How far are you going to take this?! The King of Essence’s going to die! You say things like that, and she’ll never let go!

He flailed both hands desperately, pleading for Raon to stop.

“Let’s make it a proper dance, then.”

Raon raised his voice, loud enough for Lust, Hopen, Olga, and all of Schper’s holy knights to hear, and unleashed his aura at full power.

Fwooooom!

The flames of Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation and Glacier’s frost erupted like twin volcanoes, blocking the pink current that threatened to swallow the entire kingdom.

Kugugugugugugu!

Raon’s aura and Lust’s authority collided, shaking the sky and the earth with a massive wave of energy and vibration.

The collision of such absurdly immense might made the Holy Kingdom of Scpher itself tremble.

“Redirect the holy power!”

Olga gritted her teeth and stretched out her hand.

“Don’t attack the witch, create a wall of holy power so their energy doesn’t spill outside!”

As she gave the order, she moved forward and created a shield of holy power first.

“Follow the Saintess’ command!”

Hopen immediately stood next to Olga, raising the same form of holy power, and the other holy knights and priests followed them, layering the holy power wall.

“If you’re going to play, then do it properly!”

Olga tilted her chin, as if challenging them.

“Gladly.”

Raon drove Heavenly Drive and Wooden Ring Sword deep into the holy ground that blazed beneath his feet.

Sword Field Creation — Divine and Demonic Harmony.

With the two swords forged from sunlight and moonlight, he aimed straight for Lust’s glowing eyes.

“Hehehe…”

Lust, instead of fear, finding the sight rather cool, let out an excited breath, her cheeks flushing.

S-scary! This is terrifying!

Wrath screamed, as though seeing a vision of what was to come, the moment he met Lust’s gaze.

‘First stroke of luck.’

Raon crushed the ground beneath him as he charged toward Lust.

‘A spar with Lust.’

Unlike his words about dancing as lovers, he swung his divine sword with full force and precision toward Lust’s neck.

Claaang!

Lust blocked Raon’s strike with her sword wrapped in authority, the corners of her lips curling upward.

“Yes… a dance should be done with everything you have! I’ll keep up with you.”

Smiling in satisfaction, she thrust a fierce sword strike toward Raon’s chest.

Kyaaaang!

Raon deflected Lust’s attack with Firewall raised by his demonic sword and clicked his tongue.

‘Manageable.’

Even though Lust was swinging her sword seriously, I could endure it.
In the past, I would have been sent flying after a single strike, I could feel how much I had grown.

“Good! I can feel your rhythm perfectly!”

Lust spun her entire body along with her ankle, bringing her sword down in one fluid motion.

Chaaaang!

Raon met the descending strike head-on, unleashing both the Fangs of Insanity and the Blizzard Sword Art at once.

Jjeeeong!

The two techniques, each breathing with wild, primal life, blocked Lust’s sudden assault and even drove her back.

Boom!

Raon closed in on Lust, who had been driven back slightly, and unleashed the two-colored Flawless Sea of Fire.

The sword technique, a perfect unity of offense and defense, surged forward as a single wave of pure destruction, sweeping across her entire body.

“A dance should be this dazzling!”

Lust laughed in delight as she swung her sword, her pink current writhing like a living thing, violently blocking the crashing waves of the Flawless Sea of Fire.

Fwaaaa!

The red and blue Flawless Sea of Fire Raon had unleashed seemed to lose power before Lust, their brilliance fading as they sank. Her authority appeared to affect not only people but martial arts themselves.

“My turn now!”

Lust slipped forward until she was close enough for her breath to be felt and slashed her sword in a smooth, gliding motion. Though graceful as a dance, the blade carried a deadly edge that could easily cut him down.

“Good.”

Raon clicked his tongue softly, then unleashed both Frost Pond and Sword’s Silvery Dream at once.

Jjeeeong!

The blade of Frost Pond, imbued with the principle of swift sword, blocked her attack, while the Sword’s Silvery Dream, slow yet shrouded in profound mystery, swept toward her neck.

Kyaaaang!

Lust twisted her hilt slightly, perfectly blocked the hazy blade that had aimed for her neck.

“I love this! I can feel your feelings for me!”

She panted, saying her heart had never raced like this before.

“Raise the tempo a little more!”

Lust charged at Raon again, demanding he make their sword dance faster and fiercer.

"Let's dance until we stab each other!"

As her emotions spiraled out of control, overwhelming power and authority surged from her sword like a flood.

Szzzzzz!

Raon tilted his chin as he met Lust’s mighty strike head-on.

“He could dance with you for a lifetime.”

The King of Essence refuses! Absolutely refuses!

The Demon King of Wrath screamed as though being torn apart between the two maniacs.

Anyone! Someone, please save the King of Essence! Pleeeease!

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“Haaah…”

Holy King Hopen exhaled deeply after completing the wall of holy power.

“I can’t even properly see how they’re fighting.”

He widened his eyes, but even then, couldn’t tell how the fight was going, and shook his head.

“S-Same here, Your Majesty.”

“They’re moving too fast, we can’t see a thing.”

“So this is what a fight between Transcenders looks like…”

The holy knights frowned, saying they couldn’t see anything either.

“Saintess, can you see them?”

“Roughly.”

Saintess Olga bit her lip as she watched the fierce fight between Raon and Lust.

“H-How is it going?”

Hopen leaned toward her, asking her to explain the situation.

“Raon’s on a completely different level now. He’s probably reached the very top even among Transcenders.”

Olga nodded, saying Raon seemed close to the level of the heads of the Five Kings and Three Demons.

“Ohh! Then he can defeat that witch!”

“Of course! He’s the Sword Emperor!”

“Now the fight will finally be over.”

The priests nodded, convinced of Raon’s victory.

“No.”

Olga shook her head firmly.

“Raon has grown unbelievably strong, but that woman is even stronger. This won’t be an easy fight, so focus on the wall.”

She shot the holy knights and priests a cold glance, warning them not to do anything strange and to keep their attention on maintaining the wall of holy power.

“Y-Yes, Saintess…”

“To think that witch was that powerful…”

“Haah… we barely survived.”

Feeling the battle wasn’t over yet, the holy knights and priests refocused on maintaining the wall of holy power.

“……”

Olga turned her gaze back to the fight between Raon and Lust.

‘Her might is greater, but Raon’s swordsmanship surpasses hers. I can’t tell who will win.’

Watching Raon barely deflect Lust’s relentless attacks, she bit her lip again.

‘Charging headlong toward a witch whose single strike could sever a neck, without the slightest hesitation…’

You’re always the same.

Once again, he had appeared in the Holy Kingdom of Schper’s moment of crisis, locked in a desperate battle against the witch.

No words of gratitude, nor any reward, could fully express the thankfulness I felt now.

‘A swordsman who always puts others before himself, and risks his life to become stronger…’

Olga watched Raon fighting Lust with a faint smile, then quietly nodded.

‘If it’s you… I could offer my life. No, this entire kingdom of Schper itself. So…’

Clenching her small fist tightly, she kept her eyes fixed on Raon’s back.

‘Win.’

*   *   *

That thug Saintess probably thinks that way! But…

Wrath ground his teeth, glaring at Raon’s back.

This crazy bastard is acting right now. No, he’s putting on a show!

He shouted, saying he wanted to expose what was really going on to everyone around.

‘Quiet down. You’re breaking my focus.’

Raon kicked the muttering Wrath aside and brought down the Crimson Slash toward Lust.

‘I feel like something’s surfacing now.’

Raon bit his lip as Lust easily blocked the Crimson Slash and countered with a strike sharp enough to pierce his throat.

‘This is how it should be.’

I’d worried that, since I’d called it a sword dance, Lust might take it lightly and go easy on me, but she swung her sword with true intent to kill.
Each time our swords clashed, I felt a chill as if my life were being cut away, yet it was even more satisfying than that fear.

‘Of course, this isn’t all.’

The emotions welling up in my chest as I crossed swords with Lust weren’t just competitiveness or a sense of accomplishment.

A strange tingling crawled up along my spine.

Paaaah!

Lust’s slash came sweeping toward Raon’s waist. There was no trick or illusion to it, just a straightforward strike, but that made it all the harder to block.

Jjeeeong!

Raon raised both his divine sword and demonic sword, meeting Lust’s attack head-on, his lips pressed tightly together.

‘I can feel it.’

Not just the weight and power carried in her sword,  but her emotions, and what she was thinking as she stood before me.

‘Her unwavering love for Wrath.’

Lust wielded a straightforward, powerfully extending swordsmanship. It was a sword as plain and honest as her feelings for Wrath.

‘She’s similar to me.’

I could feel, within Lust’s sword, the same will I’d once carried, the vow I made as a child never to break under any hardship until I could take revenge on Derus.

N-No!

Wrath shook his head violently.

Don’t say things like that! It makes my hands and feet tremble!

He smacked his own back repeatedly, telling Raon to stop spouting nonsense.

But Raon, already in an awakened state, didn’t lose focus.

If anything, he sank even deeper into Lust’s swordsmanship.

Wooooong!

As he focused on Lust’s sword and the emotions within it, his own sword began to follow her flow.

Wooooong!

In the various sword techniques unfolded through the versatile sword, a deep emotion that had never been there before was imbued.

An unyielding determination.

Like Lust’s swordsmanship toward Wrath, honest and straight, the blade stretched forward smoothly and without wavering.

Jjeeeong!

Even when meeting Lust’s powerful slashes head-on, his sword no longer wavered or yielded.

Raon not only blocked Lust’s sword without the slightest tremor but even advanced forward.

Chiaaang!

Though his sword carried heavy emotion, it moved lighter and more freely,

and the strange sense of exhilaration that came with it sent chills all over his body.

“I never knew such happiness could exist!”

Lust shouted that she had never felt such joy before and unleashed an even fiercer sword strike.

“Is that so.”

Raon answered Lust’s laughter with a faint smile and extended a sword strike as strong as hers.

What empowered his sword now was not aura or physical strength, but emotion.

With a heart that refused to break, he unleashed the Azure Sky Sword.

Jjeeeong!

As Lust’s swordsmanship grew stronger with each strike, Raon felt his own sword matching her power without falling behind, and a faint smile curved his lips.

‘To be that devoted a love...’

Before, like Wrath, I had found Lust’s one-sided feelings burdensome, but not anymore.

A love that asks for nothing, that finds happiness simply by being together, no, by the mere existence of the other person. Feeling that sincerity from Lust, I could only think it was truly admirable.

If you think it’s so admirable, then take her! He’s giving her to you!

Wrath shouted that he absolutely refused to have anything to do with her himself.

You’ve got your own madwoman, so he thought you’d understand!

‘Understand, huh…’

Raon’s eyes began to blur as his movements synchronized perfectly with Lust’s swordsmanship.

Hey, you idiot! Don’t fall into a trance! It’s scary, where do you think you’re going, leaving me behind?!

Wrath’s screams echoed as he shook Raon, but Raon’s mind was already lost in deep immersion with the sword.

“Wrath! Wrath! Wrath! Wrath! Wrath! Wrath! Wrath! Wraaath!”

Lust shouted Wrath’s name again and again, as if she herself had entered a different kind of awakening.

W-What is this…

Wrath’s jaw trembled as he looked at Raon, lost in trance, and Lust, shouting his name over and over in front of him.

This is hell! Someone get me out of here!

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