The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1268

 Chapter 1268

 

“……”

Raon narrowed his eyes to slits as he looked at the woman in the helmet who had called him the Sword Emperor.

‘She’s strong.’

The moment he saw the woman wearing the beautiful helmet, only one thought came to mind, strong. She was one of the most powerful warriors he had ever encountered.

The overwhelming combative energy pouring from her was even denser than he had expected from the title “disciple of the Heavenly Demon” and the immense pressure he had sensed atop the mountain. It was enough to send a chill down his spine.

‘And here I thought she’d obviously be a man.’

The Heavenly Demon’s disciple wasn’t just someone wearing a beautiful woman’s helmet, she herself was slender and delicate in appearance.

When the Black Form Snake first mentioned the Heavenly Demon had a disciple, and when he felt that monstrous combative energy, he had naturally assumed it was a man. Discovering that it belonged to a slim woman caught him off guard.

“So you’re the Heavenly Demon’s disciple?”

Keeping his surprise hidden, Raon calmly tilted his chin up.

“The Heavenly Demon is an existence who stands alone above all others in this world.”

The woman wearing the beauty’s helmet slowly closed and reopened her eyes.

“There are merely humans who chose, of their own will, to follow after him. But someone worthy of being called his disciple does not exist in this world.”

She shook her head coldly, making it clear she rejected the title entirely.

“Hmm…?”

Raon frowned and glanced back at the Black Form Snake.

“She just talks like that! In reality, she really did learn directly from the Heavenly Demon!”

The Black Form Snake waved both hands emphatically, insisting the woman was simply refusing to admit it.

“Everyone else already recognizes her as the Heavenly Demon’s disciple, but she’s the only one who keeps denying it!”

He thrust a fist into the air, as if saying anyone could figure it out just by fighting her.

“Black Form Snake. Were you the one who brought these people here?”

The woman fixed the Black Form Snake with a freezing stare, her voice dripping with cold hostility.

“No! Of course not! I’m being held here against my will because I don’t wanna die either!”

The Black Form Snake shook his head violently, insisting he was nothing more than Raon’s captive.

“And stop denying it already, you really are the Heavenly Demon’s disciple!”

He let out a scoff toward her, clearly fed up with her refusal to admit it.

“The Heavenly Demon’s disciple… Though now that I think about it, there may have been one.”

The woman in the beautiful helmet stepped forward.

“Raon Zieghart. A woman you know very well.”

She looked down at Raon and let out a cold breath.

“You mean Sia Zieghart?”

Raon lightly bit his lip as he spoke Sia’s name.

‘She doesn’t remember any of it herself, but father did say she once stayed with the Heavenly Demon.’

Sia had lost all memories from when she lived as the Green King, but father had said she once stayed with the Heavenly Demon. Hearing this woman speak now, it truly sounded like Sia had learned martial arts from him.

“That’s right.”

The woman calmly nodded.

“If the Heavenly Demon ever had a disciple, she would likely be the only one. Her talent was enough for even him to acknowledge.”

She spoke of the Heavenly Demon and Sia without the slightest emotion, as though merely stating facts.

No, from what the King of Essence sees, that woman is definitely his disciple.

Wrath frowned as if he had become completely certain.

‘How can you tell?’

He can feel that arrogant bastard’s energy from her.

‘Arrogant?’

Raon tilted his head, not understanding what Wrath meant.

‘Don’t tell me…’

Pride! The energy of that conceited bastard who thinks he alone stands above all others!

Grinding his teeth, Wrath said he sensed the same energy of Pride, the Monarch of Pride, from her that he had once felt from the Heavenly Demon himself.

‘Now that you mention it…’

Raon lowered his gaze toward the Heavenly Demon’s disciple once more.

‘There really is something different about her.’

The gap between himself and the Heavenly Demon had been far too vast for Raon to properly sense the traces of Pride back then. But from the Heavenly Demon’s disciple, he could clearly feel an energy no ordinary human should ever possess.

It was different from the combative energy born from inheriting a monster’s abilities. This energy carried an ominous presence that could only belong to someone who had honed humanity’s darkest negative emotions to the extreme.

‘It’s completely different from the authorities I possess.’

True to its name, pride pressed down on him as though it intended to crush and dominate everything in existence beneath it.

If he hadn’t possessed the powers of the other Demon Kings within him, Raon felt he might have unknowingly lowered his head before her pressure without even realizing it himself.

However...

Wrath smacked his lips, sounding bothered by something.

That face engraved on the helmet… the King of Essence feels like he has seen it somewhere before.

He scratched his head, saying the beautiful face carved into the disciple’s helmet looked strangely familiar.

‘You’re seriously useless sometimes.’

If only they knew what kind of helmet that woman was wearing, it would have been a tremendous help. But as expected of him, Wrath remained completely useless when it mattered most.

“Heavenly Demon’s disciple. What’s your name?”

Raon stepped forward just as she had earlier and lifted his chin. The sheer force of his presence was so overwhelming that it seemed even more domineering than the authority of pride itself as he looked down at her.

“Death Sword Spirit.”

The Heavenly Demon’s disciple rested a hand on the sword at her waist as her crimson lips parted.

“You may call me Death Sword Spirit.”

She nodded, telling him not to call her the Heavenly Demon’s disciple, but by that name instead.

“Death Sword Spirit…”

Raon repeated the name under his breath, his eyes narrowing.

‘That name sounds even more ominous than it appears.’

The name Death Sword Spirit referred to a sword spirit that summoned death. Spirits were beings normally associated with purity, yet the moment death was attached to one, an unsettling chill crept through his entire body.

“What reason does the Sword Emperor of Zieghart have for entering this garden? And not only that…”

The Death Sword Spirit slowly curled her slender fingers around the hilt of her sword as her cold eyes rose toward Raon.

“…you forced your way in through the back gate and even killed the dogs guarding this garden.”

Her voice sank low, and a terrifying surge of combative energy erupted from her.

“Ugh…”

“T-There’s actually someone with combative energy like this…?”

The Light Wind Palace swordsmen gradually turned deathly pale beneath Death Sword Spirit's overwhelming energy wave.

“Huu…”

“So there was another woman this strong…”

Burren circulated the Barren Wind Sword to withstand her energy wave, while Martha licked her lips through cold sweat, as though she had just found a new goal to surpass.

“……”

Even while facing the Death Sword Spirit’s overwhelming presence head-on, Runaan never retreated a single step. She quietly stroked the Snow Flower Sword, her stance making it clear she intended to protect the Light Wind Palace swordsmen no matter what assault came.

“I came here to meet the Heavenly Demon.”

Though he knew the Light Wind Palace swordsmen were struggling beneath the Death Sword Spirit’s combative energy, Raon made no move to intervene.

"I assume you are the current leader of Eden? Whether you are his disciple or not doesn't matter. Just tell me where he is."

He casually flicked his finger, implying that if she revealed the Heavenly Demon’s location, he would leave this garden behind.

“So you came all the way here just to meet the Heavenly Demon…”
The Death Sword Spirit let out a hollow laugh and nodded.

“You broke through the back gate of this sacred land and slaughtered its guard dogs for a reason like that? Then I have even less reason to let any of you leave alive.”

Saying she could not allow the Light Wind Palace to walk away alive after violating the one-year truce and invading this place, she drew the sword hanging at her waist.

A pitch-black blade that reflected not a single trace of light released an icy killing intent that sent shivers down the spine.

It was a sword that suited the name Death Sword Spirit perfectly.

“Speak. Tell me why you seek the Heavenly Demon.”

As though she would stab him the instant he refused to answer, the Death Sword Spirit unleashed an even more terrifying energy wave than before. Under the pressure of that energy wave, Eden’s once-clear blue sky split apart into darkness, while heavy tremors surged through the earth below.

Ruuuuumble!

Faced with the combative energy of a swordswoman who had surpassed Transcendence and stepped into the Absolute realm, every swordsmen of the Light Wind Palace trembled uncontrollably.

Yet not a single one of them knelt or bowed their head.

Even if they suffocated to death under her pressure, their resolve was clear, they would never bend to Eden.

Fwoooosh!

The moment Raon raised one arm, the energy wave crushing down on the Light Wind Palace swordsmen vanished as cleanly as though it had never existed.

“Of course I have a reason. However…”

Raon twisted his lips into a faint smirk as he looked at Death Sword Spirit’s icy eyes flashing coldly.

“You’re not worthy of hearing it. Just tell me where the Heavenly Demon is.”

Without offering her any explanation, Raon arrogantly lifted his chin.

“Ha…”

As if her patience had finally snapped, the Death Sword Spirit bit her lip and spun the black sword in her hand.

“I never imagined today would be the day I kill Zieghart’s Sword Emperor.”

A cold killing intent poured from her, as though she was completely certain she could defeat Raon.

“Then let’s make a wager.”

Raon released his grip on Heavenly Drive and raised a finger.

“If I defeat you, you tell me where the Heavenly Demon is. But if you defeat me, I’ll tell you why I came looking for him.”

He gave a small nod, proposing that they each wager the answer the other wanted most.

“……”

The Death Sword Spirit narrowed her eyes, seemingly trying to read his intentions.

“Very well.”

After a brief moment of thought, she nodded confidently.

“But if you die, who exactly will tell me your reason?”

“Our vice palace master will.”

Raon let out a faint chuckle and pointed toward Burren.

“Or you could ask him instead.”

He shrugged as he shoved the trembling Bear Alteration Demon slightly forward.

"Though, of course, that won't happen."

Raon crooked his finger toward the Death Sword Spirit, openly provoking her to come at him with everything she had.

“If I die, the master of that tower will descend and tell you where the Heavenly Demon is.”

Ignoring Raon's provocation, the Death Sword Spirit began to twirl her sword with increasing speed.

“Then let’s begin.”

The instant the words left her mouth, she lowered her upper body deeply and aimed her sword forward like an arrow set against a bowstring.

BOOOOM!

Before Raon could even register the trembling of the ground, the Death Sword Spirit’s sword was already right in front of him.

‘Fast.’

A spark of admiration flashed through Raon’s eyes as he raised Heavenly Drive.

Fwoooosh!

At that moment, the Death Sword Spirit’s black blade twisted through the air like a serpent slithering along a tree branch, slipping past Heavenly Drive’s defensive form with a bizarre motion.

Piaaaang!

As though she intended to end the fight in a single strike, the Death Sword Spirit thrust directly toward Raon’s throat.

Ssssshh!

Yet despite the sheer speed, power, and endless variations within her swordsmanship, Raon remained perfectly calm as he raised his blade.

Kyaaaaaang!

Flames erupted from Heavenly Drive and formed a fortress-like wall that intercepted the Death Sword Spirit’s strike. It was the Fire Wall of the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation, a technique that shattered and redirected an opponent’s blade.

But something completely unexpected happened.

Tzzzzzt!

The Death Sword Spirit’s sword tore straight through the flames of the Fire Wall and slammed against Heavenly Drive itself.

Raon wasn’t injured, but it proved that the black blade’s power and sharpness far exceeded his expectations.

“Your sword is lacking compared to that arrogant tongue of yours.”

The Death Sword Spirit sneered and charged once more. Her movements drifted as lightly as if she were riding the wind itself, while her swordsmanship was sharp enough to cleave even flames apart.

Combined with the power of the array surrounding the area, her might truly lived up to the word “absolute,” displaying swordsmanship that seemed nearly invincible.

Craaang! Clang! Clang!

Raon blocked the relentless slashes pouring down like rain and slowly raised his cold gaze.

"You certainly are different."

Raon nodded as he deflected the Death Sword Spirit’s vicious attacks by margins no thicker than a sheet of paper.

“You possess might worthy of being called the Heavenly Demon’s disciple.”

“I already told you I’m not the Heavenly Demon’s disciple!”

As though she truly despised that title, the Death Sword Spirit’s thrusts grew even faster and fiercer. The black blade pierced forward at speeds too fast for the eye to follow, splitting into dazzling variations like the shifting patterns of a kaleidoscope.

“It doesn’t matter what you call yourself.”

Raon murmured calmly as he drew Heavenly Drive behind his waist.

Shiiiiing!

Golden flames erupted along the silver blade as it shot forward faster than light itself, instantly shattering every afterimage of the black sword rushing toward him.

Slash!

Heavenly Drive’s sharpness did not stop at shattering her offense, it continued through and sliced across the Death Sword Spirit’s shoulder as well.

“You…”

Stunned by the wound, she widened her eyes and leaped backward.

“This fight…”

Raon burned away the blood staining Heavenly Drive and arrogantly raised his chin.

“…will end with you dying after telling me where the Heavenly Demon is.”

 

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