The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1387

 Chapter 1387

 

Rrrrrrrrumble!

Karoon’s new draw sword technique was one in which he himself became the sword inside the scabbard.

Just as a sword drawn from its scabbard pierced through space-time and flew toward the enemy, he took steps powerful enough to crush the earth, opening space-time with his own body as he advanced toward the Death Sword Spirit.

‘Hoo.’

Karoon swallowed the blood surging up his throat and forced strength into his arms and legs, which were trembling as though they were about to break.

‘Even if I die here….’

He bit down hard on his lip as he stared at a world dyed entirely black.

The draw sword technique he had newly created was a sword technique that charged forward as though turning the swordsman’s own body into a blade, cutting the enemy’s throat before they could react.

That was precisely why the entire world appeared black to him now.

‘I have to endure.’

His sword technique had become faster and stronger than before, but because it used his own body, the backlash was just as great. Even now, the bones and muscles throughout his entire body were screaming for relief, and his wound was tearing open even further.

‘This is the only way to win.’

He had to admit it. The Death Sword Spirit’s might and swordsmanship were above his own. Although she did not reach Raon’s level, she was still one of the strongest warriors on the continent.

If he fought her head-on in his current state, he would lose nine times out of ten. Since she even knew the secret of his draw sword technique, the only way to defeat her was to throw himself into danger.

Grind!

Karoon clenched his molars and took another step with a leg wracked by tearing pain.

Boooooom!

Along with a magnificent sound like space-time itself shattering, the Death Sword Spirit’s face began to come into view.

Seeing her eyes trembling beneath her helmet, he could tell that he had returned to reality.

“Ha….”

The Death Sword Spirit stared at him in bewilderment, having apparently expected the sword itself to pierce through space-time as before.

However, befitting one of Eden’s supreme experts, she regained her composure in an instant and prepared to stop him. Her sword glowed a dark blue as it began moving through a sequence reminiscent of an iron wall.

“Impressive indeed.”

The Death Sword Spirit gave a heavy nod, as though she could feel Karoon’s resolve.

“It is a sword technique that carries your resolve. But it is not so different.”

As though it made no difference whether a sword or a person came flying at her as long as she shattered it, she brought down the sword carrying the Heavenly Demon’s breath.

“No.”

Karoon firmly shook his head.

“This one will be different.”

Maintaining the speed he had gained from piercing through space-time, he gripped the scabbard with his left hand and the hilt with his right.

He tried to draw the sword, but at that speed, even lifting it was difficult. It felt like trying to raise a boulder with his bare hands.

‘Karoon Zieghart! Lift the sword!’

He hammered the command into himself as though it were word magic. Pouring every last bit of his physical strength, aura, and mental power into it, he drew the sword that felt as heavy and immovable as though it had been driven into the ground.

Riiiiip!

Every muscle in his legs, waist, and arms used to execute the draw sword technique felt as though it were being torn apart.

The wound across his chest could endure no longer and split open further, now extending all the way down to his waist. So much blood poured out that his vision began to blur.

Pain severe enough to make him want to die and utter exhaustion swept over him, but he could not stop here. There were only two choices, cut the enemy’s throat, or die. His choice had already been made.

Crackle!

With a violent peal of thunder, the blade burst free of its scabbard, radiating a more brilliant blue light than ever before.

The blue blade, accelerated upon acceleration, pierced through everything in its path as though it did not exist in this world.

“Keuk!”

The Death Sword Spirit gasped and hurriedly changed her defensive sequence. She had realized that her current technique could never stop Karoon’s draw sword technique.

But it was already too late.

Slaaaaaash!

Karoon’s draw sword technique pierced straight through as though the Death Sword Spirit’s sword and combative energy did not exist, carving deeply across her chest as it passed.

Thwaaaack!

The Death Sword Spirit’s helmet split in half, and a sword wound running from her shoulder down to her waist opened wide, spewing crimson blood.

“Keuhak!”

The Death Sword Spirit spat dark, dead blood from her mouth and dropped to one knee.

“Ex-excellent….”

She struggled to raise her head and looked at Karoon.

“sword. E-even without letting my guard down, I could not have stopped it. This is my defeat.”

Acknowledging her loss, she gave a heavy nod.

“Haa….”

Karoon swallowed the blood pooling in his mouth once more and lowered his sword.

“You were strong as well.”

He too nodded, acknowledging the Death Sword Spirit not as an enemy, but as a fellow swordsman.

“And….”

Karoon started to continue, then closed his mouth.

‘My head is spinning.’

He had lost too much blood, and because he had used an incomplete draw sword technique while already severely wounded, the strain on both his body and mind was overwhelming.

Truthfully, he wanted nothing more than to lose consciousness right there.

“Kill me.”

Still kneeling, the Death Sword Spirit raised her chin. She closed her eyes as though accepting death after losing the battle.

“N-no!”

“Death Sword Spirit!”

“Please fall back behind us!”

The Eden executives whom the Death Sword Spirit had ordered to withdraw rushed back out.

“F-fall back!”

The Death Sword Spirit weakly waved her hand toward the Eden executives.

“I lost a duel to the death! It is only natural for the loser to die!”

She ground her blood-soaked teeth and shouted at them not to insult her.

“Even if you kill me later, I will disobey your order today!”

“Save the Death Sword Spirit!”

“Kill that bastard!”

The Eden executives called in not only their own forces but also the monsters nearby, and they all charged at Karoon at once.

Whoooooosh!

Karoon did not look at the sword strikes, sorcery, or monsters surging toward him. Instead, he looked at the Death Sword Spirit behind them, biting her lip.

‘You don’t have to feel sorry.’

This was war.

Had my subordinates seen me defeated, they would have acted much the same way. I have no desire to resent either the Death Sword Spirit or Eden’s executives for it.

‘But….I cannot simply let myself die here.’

Karoon tightened his grip on his sword with a trembling hand drained of all strength. ‘Even if I die, I’ll take every last one of you with me.’

As an executive of Zieghart, he could not die a meaningless death. Even if it took the last of his strength, he would cut them all down before collapsing himself.

Step.

Karoon moved his left foot forward and drew back the sword still dripping with the Death Sword Spirit’s blood. With no strength left in his arms or legs, only the faint sound of his foot pressing into the snow could be heard.

“Sword Field Creation.”

Using his sword field now would unquestionably kill him. But it was the only way to kill every enemy before him.

“The King….”

Just as he was about to unleash his sword field and open the level of his soul—

Rrrrrrrrrrumble!

From the right came a deafening roar like a herd of bison charging forward, accompanied by a cloud of yellow dust.

“Brother!”

Balder, master of the True Martial Palace, came charging in while slaughtering monsters and Eden’s demons with his flexible sword, then planted himself in front of Karoon.

“You look like hell!”

He cackled as he looked at Karoon, who still had his sword raised without even stopping the blood pouring from his chest.

“Balder….”

For the first time, Karoon found the grin of Balder, who had always looked like nothing but a fool to him, refreshing, and his lips trembled slightly.

“Palace master!”

“You’re safe!”

“We’re sorry we’re late!”

From the opposite direction of Balder’s arrival, the swordsmen of the Central Martial Palace came rushing over with bloodshot eyes. Their entire bodies were drenched in blood, as though they had slaughtered Eden’s demons while searching for Karoon.

“You all….”

When Karoon saw the Central Martial Palace swordsmen appear after Balder, he felt an even stronger surge of emotion in his chest.

Kuwaaaaaang!

Thanks to Balder and the swordsmen of the Central Martial Palace stepping in, Karoon was able to lower his sword without using his sword field he had been preparing to unleash at the risk of his life.

“Th-This….”

“Those bastards….”

“Ghhh….”

Eden’s demons backed away in confusion at the sudden appearance of Balder and the swordsmen of the Central Martial Palace.

“One look tells me everything. You bastards interfered in a swordsman’s duel!”

Balder twisted his lips upward as he looked at Karoon standing tall and the Death Sword Spirit kneeling on the ground.

“How dare you attack our palace master!”

“Trash without even a warrior’s spirit!”

“We won’t let a single one of you live!”

“We’ll kill every last one of you!”

The Central Martial Palace swordsmen ground their teeth audibly, enraged at the sight of Karoon bleeding.

“You interfered with the duel of the Central Martial Palace master of Zieghart. You were prepared for the consequences, weren’t you?”

Balder kicked off the ground with a bloodthirsty grin.

Kugugugugu!

The Central Martial Palace swordsmen also charged toward Eden’s demons, everyone except the few who remained behind to support Karoon.

Chajajajajajak!

Contrary to his rock-like appearance, Balder handled his thin yet razor-sharp flexible sword with graceful fluidity, literally tearing Eden’s executives apart.

“This is what a real swordsman’s sword looks like!”

His flexible sword fluttered and shot forward like a living snake, moving at such extraordinary speed that Eden’s demons had their necks severed before they could even flee.

Peobeobeobeobeok!

The Central Martial Palace swordsmen were also furious that the enemies had interfered with the duel of Karoon, their leader, and separated them from him, they drove their enemies back with a ferocity even more savage than the monsters themselves.

Before five minutes had passed since Balder and the Central Martial Palace joined the battle, every Eden executive and monster had been killed, leaving only the Death Sword Spirit kneeling on the ground and bleeding.

“….”

Even as her subordinates died, the Death Sword Spirit kept her lips firmly closed and quietly opened her eyes.

“Looks like all that’s left is this pretty-faced bastard!”

As though intending to finish it himself, Balder thrust the tip of his flexible sword toward the Death Sword Spirit’s neck.

“Stop.”

Karoon raised his hand with difficulty.

“I’ll do it.”

Telling him that was enough, he pushed away the Central Martial Palace swordsmen who were supporting him.

"Your subordinates were dying, so why did you stay still?"

Karoon stood before the Death Sword Spirit and exhaled a breath tinged with the smell of blood.

“They interfered with a swordsman’s duel to the death. It was only natural that they die.”

The Death Sword Spirit shook her head as though she felt nothing over the deaths of her subordinates.

“Kill me.”

Having lost, she closed her trembling eyelids as though accepting her death.

“I wish I had met you somewhere else.”

Karoon let out a short breath.

“No. Perhaps it was because I met you here that I was able to develop that sword technique.”

The draw sword technique that had cut the Death Sword Spirit was still incomplete. However, after risking his life against her today, it was no exaggeration to say that he had all but completed it. He even felt grateful to her for that.

“So that was still incomplete?”

The Death Sword Spirit gave a faint laugh.

“Come to think of it, there was a slight delay when you drew your sword while charging. You should fix that.”

She nodded as she pointed out the flaw in Karoon’s draw sword technique.

“Thank you.”

Karoon calmly accepted the Death Sword Spirit’s advice.

“Now kill me.”

The Death Sword Spirit lowered her hands and raised an even more peaceful gaze, as though asking him to finally send her off.

Swooooosh

Karoon nodded and raised his sword. Without the slightest hesitation, he brought it down.

Thud!

But Karoon twisted the sword at the last moment and struck the back of the Death Sword Spirit’s neck with the flat of the blade.

“You….”

As her vision blurred, the Death Sword Spirit furrowed her brow at Karoon.

“I’m sorry.”

Karoon lowered his brows deeply.

“The young head of house told me not to kill you.”

He closed his eyes for a moment as he looked at the Death Sword Spirit collapsing unconscious, then opened them again.

“Right now, the orders of my house are more important than my pride as a swordsman.”

Karoon gave a heavy nod as he looked toward Zieghart’s flag.

“Kuh!”

Balder let out a startled breath as he looked at Karoon.

"Brother, you have truly changed a lot!"

He giggled, saying he saw Karoon in a new light.

“Raon, no, the young head of house, turned you into a proper person!”

"Isn't that the same for you?"

Karoon sighed and glared at Balder.

“That sword technique of yours….”

Just as he shook his head while looking at the flexible sword Balder was holding—

Kuwaaaaaang!

A terrifying impact erupted from the west, shaking the ground.

Jijijijik!

Karoon furrowed his brow as goosebumps rose on the back of his hand from the tremendous energy wave that had surpassed the realm of humans.

“That is….”

 

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