The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1312

 Chapter 1312

 

“Huu…”

Raon raised the Divine Sword and the Demonic Sword and held his breath.

‘I’m going all out from the start.’

Azazel had said that Uriel was not in perfect condition. Honestly, if this wasn't his full strength, I couldn't imagine what would be. But that wasn't important right now.

‘I just have to endure somehow.’

Even if Uriel was not at full strength, facing him carelessly would only get my own head cut off first. My top priority was to endure with everything I had, wear Uriel down, obtain what I came for, and then escape. [Raon!]

Evelyn shouted his name so fiercely that the doll containing a fragment of her soul nearly cracked apart.

[You can still run away! I can do it!]

Moving the doll’s hands, she insisted that she could open a path for him to escape from Uriel right now.

That’s right!

Wrath clapped his hands loudly.

That’s exactly why you brought that madwoman along in case something like this happened!

He wagged his tail, urging Raon to flee immediately.

‘Not yet.’

Raon shook his head firmly as he looked at Azazel.

‘We’ve come this far. I can’t leave empty-handed.’

If I retreated now, I would neither weaken Uriel nor learn anything about the archangel’s weaknesses. Worse still, I would lose Azazel, who could become a valuable ally. Running away now simply wasn’t an option.

[Okay! Then call me the moment you need me!]

Evelyn raised her fist energetically, saying she believed in him.

You....

Wrath’s jaw trembled in disbelief.

You’re a madman whose guts have already spilled out of his body!

He ground his teeth, unable to understand Raon at all.

Fwoooosh!

As if he had no intention of waiting any longer, Uriel leveled his sword wreathed in crimson flames at Raon's heart.

“Die.”

The crimson flames spiraling upward from his blade descended upon Raon.

Whoooosh!

Darkan suddenly burst forward, lowering his stance deeply as he stepped in front of Raon. He nudged the sword from its scabbard with his left thumb and gripped the hilt with his right hand.

“Kuahahahahaha!”

The instant the crimson flames surged toward him, Darkan drew his sword.

The draw sword technique.

The absolute fastest strike, a technique used by swordsmen since ancient times, was unleashed by a blind man who had reached the Absolute realm.

Shraaaaaak!

Darkan’s black sword released a dark current and split apart the crimson flames Uriel had unleashed.

“What splendid sword energy!”

His lips curled upward, clearly delighted by Uriel’s sword energy.

“I knew it! I could smell the scent of a blade from you!”

Darkan licked his lips, saying a faint fragrance of the sword drifted from Uriel.

“You’re clearly more than an ordinary swordsman, and I like that even more!”

Resting the sword, still carrying traces of crimson fire, on his shoulder, Darkan lifted his head and looked toward Uriel for the first time.

"Come at me again."

Though blind, he smiled as if he could see Uriel perfectly. Treating the archangel as nothing special, he beckoned with a finger.

“How loudly a mere insect barks.”

Uriel raised his sword without the slightest hint of agitation, embodying the composure befitting an archangel.

Sssshhhhhh—

The moment his blade drifted downward through the air, space—

No, the world itself split apart.

Craaaack!

The very world containing Melvin mountain was torn apart, and a world engulfed in crimson flames manifested, turning everything in all directions into a blazing inferno. A literal Crimson Hell that incinerated all existence laid itself bare.

“Khhahahahaha!”

Even before Uriel’s divine might, which transcended the very concept of martial arts, Darkan merely laughed. Gripping his black sword with both hands, he summoned pitch-black darkness onto the blade and thrust it toward the flaming hell Uriel had created.

Craaaack!

It was as if Darkan had not only recovered the part of his mental world that Derus Robert had devoured, but had also reached a whole new realm. His thrust pierced straight through the inferno Uriel had spread across the world.

“Ha...”

Watching Uriel and Darkan clash, Raon let out a hollow laugh.

‘This is ridiculous.’

He had expected Uriel to be powerful after feeling the archangel’s presence.

What he had not expected was for Darkan to withstand that power while laughing.

Every time Raon saw him, the man managed to astonish him all over again.

That idiot never changes.

Wrath snorted briefly.

He’s so excited that Uriel is using a sword that he’s practically exploding with joy!

He frowned, saying Darkan was too exhilarated to control his strength properly.

‘It certainly looks that way.’

Raon nodded as he watched Darkan brutally carve through the crimson flames.

‘And it seems he still hasn’t recovered his Heart Sword.’

After fighting Derus Robert, part of Darkan’s mental world had been devoured, and even his Heart Sword had shattered. Though his might had grown even stronger, it seemed his Heart Sword had yet to recover.

‘Looks like we’ll have to fight together after all.’

Raon steadied his breathing and drew the Divine Sword back behind his left shoulder while pulling the Demonic Sword behind his right hip.

Rumble!

Without missing the moment Darkan split apart Uriel’s crimson flames, he stepped forward with the Supreme Harmony Steps.

Haaaaaang!

As if folding space itself beneath his feet, he tore through the air and appeared directly before Uriel.

“You—”

Before Uriel’s gaze could fully turn toward him, Raon crossed the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword and slashed.

Shraaaaaang!

Crimson Slash of the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation and Revolving Sky.

Golden flames, deeper and more brilliant than Uriel’s crimson fire, struck toward his chest and throat simultaneously.

But neither blade pierced Uriel’s skin.

Tzzzzzzzzz!

The ring of crimson fire draped over Uriel’s shoulders rose of its own accord and intercepted both swords.

“Ghh...”

Raon bit his lip and poured more strength into the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, but the crimson ring protecting Uriel remained completely unscathed.

‘What is this now?’

A hollow laugh escaped him at the absurdity of seeing his full-powered strike fail to break through at all.

That is also the Flames of Judgment.

Wrath frowned as he looked at the crimson fire blocking the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword.

It protects its master even from attacks Uriel cannot react to. Though, to be fair, there are very few attacks he cannot react to.

He clicked his tongue, noting that Uriel had sensed Raon’s attack earlier and simply chosen not to block it himself.

“How pitiful.”

Looking down at Raon with the same indifference one might show an insect, Uriel extended his crimson blade.

"You don't need..."

Raon scoffed, taking a swift step back.

"...to waste your breath worrying about the person who's going to kill you!"

Relaxing his body as though he intended to descend to the ground while avoiding the flaming sword, he suddenly stepped through the air with the Supreme Harmony Steps once more and shot back toward Uriel.

“Hmm.”

A slight frown crossed Uriel’s brow, as though he had not expected Raon to charge again.

He swung down his flaming sword.

Chiaaaa!

Raon executed the Supreme Harmony Steps’s Third Step in midair.

Moving with the fluid grace of flowing water, he slipped past the crimson flames and thrust both the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword toward Uriel.

Kaaaaaa!

Yet again, the Flames of Judgment around Uriel’s shoulders moved on its own and blocked the attack.

“Let’s see if it can stop this.”

Raon curled his lips into a grin and swung both swords at once.

This time, the blades no longer moved as one.

Each followed a different flow.

Fangs of Insanity and Blizzard Sword Art.

Not fixed forms, but Intuition sword, swordsmanship that chose the most suitable movement for each instant. The twin blades shot forward like the fangs of a savage beast.

Kakakakang!

The Divine Sword and Demonic Sword crashed against the Flames of Judgment countless times, producing deafening metallic explosions as though massive chunks of steel were being crushed together.

Even against the intuition sword, which followed no predictable pattern, the Flames of Judgment refused to leave even the slightest opening.

“How pathetic.”

A trace of irritation finally entered Uriel’s eyes as he thrust the crimson blade toward Raon.

Just as the massive flames threatened to engulf him—

A thunderous roar rose from below.

“Do not forget about me!”

Laughing maniacally, Darkan launched himself into the air and brought down his black sword, burning with darkness as deep as night, upon Uriel.

Kuwaaaaaang!

The crimson flames Uriel had unleashed toward Raon were intercepted by Darkan’s blade and scattered across the sky.

Claaang!

Raon did not let the opening go to waste and continued focusing on the Fangs of Insanity and Blizzard Sword Art. The two sword arts, driven not by fixed forms but by pure trajectories, grew sharper and faster with every exchange, like a predator growing stronger as it devoured its prey.

Crackle!

At first, the Flames of Judgment had no trouble following the flow of his swordsmanship.

But gradually, it began to fall behind.

‘Now!’

The moment the Flames of Judgment moved to intercept the Demonic Sword, which carried the heavier force, Raon stomped his left foot and thrust the Divine Sword forward.

The crimson blade, carrying the breath of a beast, pierced through the cloak of crimson fire and shot toward Uriel’s shoulder.

Fwaaaaash!

But even while facing Darkan, Uriel never lowered his guard against Raon.

With a swift turn of his flaming blade, he perfectly intercepted the surprise attack.

“Did you...”

Holding back both Raon and Darkan with a single sword, Uriel arrogantly raised his chin.

“Take me for a mere brute who fights only through the power of his sword?”

His cold eyes sharpened, as if everything until now had been nothing more than casual swings.

“Human swordsmanship can never reach the heavens.”

With a light sweep of his sword, Uriel pushed both Raon and Darkan back, as though he had finally decided to show them Heaven's swordsmanship.

Ssssss!

When Uriel raised his sword before his face like a knight, the crimson flames that seemed capable of burning the world itself subsided, and the blade alone gleamed with a scarlet radiance.

The flames had vanished, yet somehow the sword felt even more dangerous.

“Excellent!”

Darkan slowly licked his lips, looking even more delighted than before.

“You've become even more worthy of being cut down!”

He stomped the ground violently, determined to bring Uriel down at this very moment.

Be careful.

Wrath let out a heavy breath as he stared at Uriel’s scarlet-glowing sword.

That sword is called Apocalypse. It is far more dangerous when it hides its fangs like this than when it openly displays its flames. And...

He started to say more, then abruptly stopped, seemingly deciding it would do more harm than good.

He'll leave it at that.

‘I already know.’

Raon smirked and nodded.

‘This won't be easy.’

He flexed his fingers, which were still stiff from the clash, acknowledging both Uriel’s overwhelming might and his bizarre abilities.

‘Terrifying might, and some incomprehensible trait on top of it. It really feels like I’m fighting a being straight out of myth.’

He had fought several archangels before, but he had never felt this level of danger.

Uriel was a monster truly worthy of the title of archangel.

Then retreat while you still can.

Wrath lowered his brows deeply.

You are not yet at a level where you can face that monster! Hand your body over to the King of Essence and—

‘No.’

Raon shook his head firmly and stepped forward.

‘His might may surpass mine, but I have traits that are no less extraordinary than his.’

A faint smile curled Raon’s lips as he looked at Uriel, whose eyes radiated a cold and merciless wrath.

‘I think I finally understand how I need to fight him now.’