The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1313

 Chapter 1313

 

‘If that’s the case…’

A deep smile curved Raon’s lips as he leaped toward the archangel Uriel.

‘Then I can grow stronger while weakening Uriel at the same time.’

Even if he couldn’t kill Uriel outright, he was confident he could get what he wanted from this place and escape afterward. With that conviction, he drove the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation and Glacier to their utmost limits.

Huh?

Wrath blinked, his eyes widening in confusion.

What are you talking about?

He swallowed dryly, as if he was already afraid of whatever Raon was planning this time.

‘You’ll find out if you keep watching.’

Smiling faintly, Raon moved beside Darkan, who was blocking Uriel’s sword.

“Darkan.”

He called out to the blind swordsman, who was swinging his sword fiercely, and tilted his chin.

“You look like you're struggling.”

Raon narrowed his eyes slightly at the cold sweat running down Darkan’s forehead.

“Struggling? Who do you think you're talking to?!”

Darkan shook his head and burst into hearty laughter.

“I haven't been this happy in ages!”

Rather than struggling, he looked as though he was having the time of his life.

“Is that so? As expected…”

A faint smile appeared on Raon’s face as he spun the Divine Sword in his hand.

“Then I suppose you're the only one who can stop a monster like that.”

He openly praised Darkan, saying that no one but him could withstand Uriel’s flames.

“Kuhahahahahaha!”

Darkan burst into maniacal laughter, gripping the eyepatch covering his eyes.

“Of course! I’ll block every one of that bastard’s attacks, so you can do whatever the hell you want!”

He pounded his chest hard, declaring his absolute confidence in holding Uriel back.

“Then I’ll leave it to you.”

Raon curled his lips as if he had gotten exactly what he wanted.

Urgh!

Wrath’s jaw trembled as he watched.

Th-that expression! That’s the look you only make when you're plotting something evil!

He wrinkled his nose, terrified that Raon was about to do something ridiculous again.

[So cool!]

Meanwhile, Evelyn let out an excited breath, looking even more captivated by Raon’s expression than before.

“Stop me?”

One of Uriel’s eyebrows rose.

“With a mortal sword as insignificant as an insect’s?”

His voice sank lower, as though Darkan’s words had wounded his pride.

“Very well. Let me see you try!”

Granting Darkan’s wish, Uriel swung down his crimson-burning sword. It was an incredibly ordinary downward slash, yet the result was anything but ordinary.

Swoooosh!

Before anyone could even blink, Uriel’s blade had already reached Darkan’s throat. Like the Supreme Harmony Steps folding space itself, it seemed to pierce through space and sever its target’s lifeline.

Craaaash!

But Darkan was no ordinary swordsman either. As if proving that losing his eyes had granted him entirely new senses, he swung his sword with incredible speed and intercepted Uriel’s sword as it pierced through space.

“Kh!”

Of course, that didn’t mean he escaped unscathed. The hand gripping his sword trembled violently from the impact.

‘His head would’ve been gone if he’d been even a little slower.’

Raon let out a hollow laugh as he watched Uriel’s blade radiating crimson heat.

‘That power is absurd.’

Darkan’s reaction speed was astonishing, but the truly shocking thing was Uriel’s sword. It resembled my space slash, yet its speed and destructive force were on an entirely different level.

‘Maybe I can learn something else from this too.’

Raon smiled faintly and stepped forward with the Supreme Harmony Steps. Closing the distance in an instant, he brought the Divine Sword crashing down.

Fwoooosh!

Just like before, the Flame of Judgement wrapped around Uriel’s body surged up and blocked the Divine Sword before it could reach him.

“It seems you’re incapable of learning.”

A cold light flashed in Uriel’s eyes as he swung Apocalypse, the crimson sword in his hand.

“...”

Even as Apocalypse came hurtling toward him, Raon did not move.

Why aren’t you dodging?!

Wrath waved his arms frantically, shouting at him to get out of the way.

“Well done! I told you I’d block his sword!”

Darkan shot forward like a beam of light and intercepted the blade that was about to cut Raon down.

Craaaash!

Darkan’s sword collided with Uriel’s, sending crimson sparks flying in every direction.

Sssssk!

As Raon watched the clash, one of the sparks drifting toward him sliced his shoulder, leaving a small wound.

Aaaaargh! Why the hell did you let that hit you?!

Wrath screamed, demanding to know why he was taking needless injuries.

Focus on the fight! One wrong step and your head will go flying!

He barked at Raon, unable to understand what he was doing.

‘Right now…’

Taking a short breath, Raon rushed at Uriel once more and brought down both the Divine Sword and the Demonic Sword.

‘I'm more focused than I've ever been.’

Intense flames and frost erupted from the twin blades, but once again the Flame of Judgement protected its master like an impenetrable fortress.

The Flame of Judgement learns too!

Wrath ground his teeth at the sight of the impenetrable fire.

Intuition sword is great and all, but attack him some other way!

He frowned, insisting that intuition sword alone would never break through the Flame of Judgement.

‘No. This is the right approach.’

Raon continued pouring everything into power and speed as he swung the Divine Sword and the Demonic Sword, but unsurprisingly, he still failed to break through the Flames of Judgment.

“Foolish humans.”

The archangel Uriel sneered and thrust his sword toward Darkan. The thrust, driven to the absolute limit, ignored both time and space, piercing through Darkan’s waist before he could even defend himself.

“Fast! Truly worthy of admiration!”

Despite having his waist ripped open, Darkan never stopped smiling as he deflected the attacks that followed. Completely unconcerned with what Raon was doing, he focused solely on fighting Uriel.

Crackle!

As Raon swung his Divine Sword, another fragment of divine power born from the clash between Darkan and Uriel grazed his waist.

Urrrgh!

Wrath grabbed his head and groaned loudly.

Why can't you dodge that?! What in the world are you thinking?!

‘Just wait.’

Telling him he would understand soon enough, Raon once again slashed both the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword toward Uriel’s neck.

Fwoooosh!

This time, however, instead of the Flames of Judgment, Uriel himself swung his sword and knocked away Raon's blades.

Craaackle!

Not missing the opening Raon had exposed, Uriel thrust Apocalypse forward with deadly precision.

Piiiiierce!

Raon hurriedly twisted his waist and avoided the crimson blade, but he couldn't completely escape it. A shallow cut opened along his thigh.

“Hm?”

Uriel frowned as he looked at Raon.

“What are you plann—”

Just as he was about to slash at Raon again with a deepened frown…

“Your opponent is me!”

Darkan burst forward like a bolt of lightning and blocked Uriel’s sword. Though he had forcibly cauterized his fresh wounds with his aura to stop the bleeding, a massive, manic grin was still plastered across his face.

“You fight like a common brawler.”

Uriel lowered his brows deeply, looking as though he disliked everything about Darkan.

“Fine. I'll kill you first.”

Spreading all eight pairs of wings, he leaned forward, determined to finish the fight decisively.

“Try it!”

Darkan flashed a crooked grin and beckoned with a finger.

Ruuuuumble!

The energy waves of the two absolute beings tore apart the sky, and Melvin mountain began to collapse.

[Gyaaaaah! What the hell is this!]

Azazel clutched her head and screamed, demanding to know why she had to suffer through such an ordeal

“...”

This time as well, Raon did not retreat. He endured Uriel’s overwhelming energy wave with his entire body.

Have you completely lost your mind?!

Just as Wrath was about to smack Raon on the head and tell him to come to his senses—

[The battle against the archangel is ongoing.]

[The rank of the trait <Divine Power Resistance> has increased by two ranks.]

[The rank of the trait <Blade That Cuts Divine Power> has increased by two ranks.]

The system sent messages informing him that his divine-power-related traits had advanced.

Y-you can't be...

Wrath's mouth fell open as realization finally dawned on him.

You took those hits just to rank up your traits?!

Drool spilled from his open mouth as he finally understood why Raon had been acting so absurdly.

‘That's right. That archangel...’

Raon nodded as he checked the messages.

“...will serve as the experience my traits need to grow. And after that...”

A cold smile formed on his lips as he raised the Divine Sword and the Demonic Sword.

‘...I'll use those strengthened traits to take his head.’

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Craaaash!

Uriel frowned as he watched the blind swordsman charge through the crimson flames like a raging bull.

‘He is undeniably strong.’

He had called him an insect, but the human before him was one of the very few warriors on this continent capable of posing a threat to him. Though he acted arrogant on the surface, he never relaxed his guard for even a moment.

‘His senses have surpassed human limits, and his swordsmanship has attained the level of a true master. But...’

Uriel casually blocked Darkan’s sword and shook his head.

‘His mental world still hasn't recovered.’

Darkan's Heart Sword had been shattered when Derus Robert devoured his mental world. Though he had not yet fully recovered from that shock, a slight flaw could still be detected in his swordsmanship.

‘He's strong, but not enough to be a major problem.’

Darkan was still growing even now through his battle against Uriel, but he was still far from reaching Uriel's level.

‘The real problem is...’

Narrowing his eyes, Uriel turned his gaze to the right.

Claaang!

Raon Zieghart.

The young human whom Derus Robert had warned him to be most wary of was continuously unleashing flames and frost in an attempt to break through the Flames of Judgment.

‘So it's him.’

While preparing for the plan of "that day," I had learned much about the human called Raon Zieghart.

A once-in-history genius whose talent with the sword surpassed anyone before him.

A schemer capable of devouring even Derus Robert himself.

A prodigy lacking nothing.

‘A man like that...’

Uriel frowned as he watched Raon's sword.

‘...wouldn't keep repeating the same foolish mistake for no reason.’

He was swinging his sword with all his might, but there was undoubtedly another motive hidden beneath his actions.

I could not afford to let my guard down.

‘Even so, for now...’

Uriel calmly nodded as he looked at Darkan, who was aggressively pushing past his sword strikes to close the distance.

‘This human must die first.’

At present, he was still stronger than Raon Zieghart. Since there was no telling when he might recover his mental world completely, it was better to eliminate him first and then uncover whatever Raon was planning.

“This time, I shall finish it for certain.”

Uriel unleashed a majestic surge of divine power along the blade of Apocalypse.

From his pure white hand erupted one of the ultimate techniques of the Heavenly Wingstar Sword, the strongest sword art in Heaven.

Fwaaaaaaaaaaah!

The crimson flames blooming from the tip of his sword stretched endlessly outward, expanding until they became a vast sea that engulfed the entirety of Melvin mountain.

Before an ocean of crimson fire, a lone human was a pitifully insignificant existence.

But the man who entered that sea was far from ordinary.

“Uahahahahahaha!”

Darkan exploded with laughter loud enough to shake the ears and swung his sword with ferocious force.

As though he had become one with the sword itself, black currents of air coiled around him while he relentlessly split apart the terrifying sea of crimson flames crashing down upon him.

“No matter how much you swing, it's meaningless.”

Uriel shook his head arrogantly.

“Before the sea, a sword is meaningles—”

Just as he lowered his hand and told Darkan to accept death—

Fwoooosh!

Raon burst out from behind Uriel through the sea of crimson flames.

“Hmph.”

Uriel snorted as he saw Raon appear like a bolt of lightning.

“I expected you to come.”

Directly controlling the Flames of Judgment, he erected a wall to block Raon's swords.

“Did you?”

Raon swung the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword toward the Flames of Judgment standing in his way.

The trajectory was the same intuition sword he had used before.

The result, however, was completely different.

Riiiiiip!

The Flames of Judgment that had always blocked Raon’s swordsmanship split cleanly in half, and a long wound opened across Uriel’s chest behind it.

“Wh...?”

Uriel's jaw trembled as he stared at the blood pouring from his chest, as though he had never imagined the Flames of Judgment could be cut apart.

“Looks like your prediction was wrong.”

Raon raised his chin and mocked the stunned archangel.

“This time, let me make the prediction.”

Meeting Uriel's shaken gaze head-on, he spoke in a fierce voice.

“You...”

 

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