The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1089

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 1089

“Huh…?”

I stared at the Sword Emperor and War King kneeling before me, my mouth falling open in shock.

‘A descendant of the Sword Saint?’

It was true that I had received the Aura of the Earth from the Sword Saint, but I had never once considered myself his descendant.

I had merely observed the battle between the Sword Emperor and War King, discovered a new application of the Earth Aura, and attempted to use it. I never imagined such a situation would unfold so suddenly.

‘This is absurd….’

I had suspected the Sword Emperor and War King might be connected to the Sword Saint, and I had remained here to confirm that, but I never anticipated they would respond so immediately.

-W-what? What now!

Wrath’s lips trembled.

-Why does this feel like slavery instead of being a pushover!

He seemed to sense the ominous turn of events and struck his own chest forcefully.

“Please, calm yourselves.”

I opened my palm and lowered it gently.

“Descendant, sir!”
“It is an honor to meet the descendant of the Sword Saint.”

The Sword Emperor and War King raised their trembling hands and grasped my wrists. The madness gleaming in their eyes suggested they had no intention of listening.

“Wait, just a moment!”

I firmly shook off the hands of the Sword Emperor and War King.

“I’m studying the Sword Saint’s martial arts, but that doesn’t make me his successor or heir!”

I leaned back, insisting that I merely understood the Sword Saint’s techniques.

“The martial arts you’re learning, Raon! That firm, weighty aura is proof of your lineage!”

The Sword Emperor nodded emphatically, as if that aura alone was sufficient evidence.

“It’s an aura no one else could ever wield or comprehend!”

She gripped my hand with renewed conviction.

“Earth aura is exceedingly rare,” the War King interjected.

His once-cold eyes began to burn with intensity.

“Unlike the flashy and potent flame, the free and gentle water, or the swift and sharp wind—earth aura lacks popularity, so cultivation methods for its ascension barely exist. We couldn’t possibly be mistaken.”

He nodded firmly, convinced that what I was cultivating was unmistakably the aura symbolizing the Sword Saint.

“I don’t even know the name of this cultivation method….”

I waved my hands and let out a hollow laugh.

‘He vanished before telling me the name.’

The Sword Saint had transmitted only the earth aura, the Demon Slayer’s Path, and the true essence of the Demon-Slaying Sword Technique before disappearing, leaving me ignorant of even the cultivation method’s name.

“That aura is called Vajra Force. We can only cultivate half of it, so we use it to support and sustain other auras, but you should be able to wield its power independently.”

He nodded, explaining that I could both support other auras with Vajra Force and deploy it as a standalone technique.

“Hm….”

I felt the Vajra Force stirring in my lower dantian and licked my lips.

‘Was it such a formidable technique all along?’

Well, I knew it was a powerful martial art, but I never realized it could be used in such ways.

I felt a twinge of regret that I hadn’t spent more time with Manhwagong and Glacsia due to my focus on other matters.

“Don’t worry!”

The Sword Emperor smiled knowingly, as if she could read my thoughts.

“We’ll help you master the Diamond Divine Art quickly.”

She clasped her hands together, confident that I could elevate my martial prowess in no time.

“That’s right. Though we each possess only half, the two of us have lived our entire lives with the Diamond Divine Art.”

The War King nodded his head cheerfully, telling him not to worry. She never knew this cold man could show such a tender expression.

“Are you both descendants of the Sword Saint?”

I looked between the Sword Emperor and War King as I asked.

“Not yet.”

The War King shook his head.

“We can only be recognized as true descendants of the Sword Saint by subduing our opponent and obtaining the remaining half of the Diamond Divine Art and their weapon.”

He exhaled sharply, explaining that since he hadn’t subdued the Sword Emperor, he couldn’t yet be considered a true descendant.

“He’s right,”

The Sword Emperor tilted her chin toward her husband, the War King.

“As I mentioned earlier, our duel has continued unbroken for a thousand years.”

She waved her hand, noting that because their martial prowess and that of their descendants were evenly matched, no victor had emerged all this time.

“But now that long era has ended. Today, someone has appeared who has mastered the unified Diamond Divine Art, so we will follow you.”

The War King acknowledged me and knelt once more.

“Honestly, if some strange fellow had been the descendant, I would have cut his head off immediately…”

The Sword Emperor’s eyes gleamed with an unsettling light before dimming.

“If you are the Sword Master of Zigheart, we have no choice but to acknowledge you.”

She nodded, as if recognizing me was only natural.

“…I see.”

I exhaled softly as I met the hopeful gazes of the Sword Emperor and the War King.

‘Now that I think about it…’

The Sword Saint had mentioned there were successors who inherited his sword and blade techniques respectively.

He had instructed me to find those descendants who inherited his sword and blade, and make them my own people.

I had assumed they would naturally have disappeared or been forgotten after such an immense span of time, but I never imagined the lineage would have persisted for a thousand years.

‘And as the Sword Emperor and War King, no less.’

Without a massive faction like Zigheart, martial arts and treasures would inevitably be lost as time passed.

Yet it seemed the Sword Sect and Blade Sect had transmitted nearly flawless martial techniques to their successors.

“Our mission was to find the true successor of the Sword Saint. Ordinarily, we two would have had to fight to the death to accomplish this, but since you have appeared of your own accord, it is only natural that we follow you.”

The War King bowed his head, declaring his intention to serve as a successor of the Blade Sect.

“To be honest, after becoming husband and wife, neither of us could fight with full strength. This works out better.”

The Sword Emperor sighed, having been torn between her love for the War King and the mission of her sect.

“I too will follow you, Raon.”

She smiled brightly with a relieved expression.

“However, for you to become the true successor of the Sword Saint, you must master not only the Diamond Essence Technique, but also the Demonic Soldier Blade Method and the Demon-Slaying Sword Technique that we have been cultivating.”

The War King nodded, stating that I would need to master all three martial arts at an intermediate level or higher to become the true heir of the Sword Saint.

“Actually, the Demonic Soldier Technique and the True Demon Sword Art have deteriorated somewhat, but if we combine our research on both techniques, we should be able to restore them quickly.”

The Sword Emperor clenched his fist, asking that he and the War King handle that part.

“The Demonic Soldier Technique and True Demon Sword Art you just mentioned….”

I swallowed dryly and raised my hand.

“I actually know them completely. They haven’t deteriorated at all….”

The Sword Saint hadn’t only given me the Diamond Absolute Technique, but also the original texts of the Demonic Life Technique and True Demon Sword Art, so every detail remained vivid in my mind even now.

“Ah!”
“As expected!”

The Sword Emperor and War King’s eyes gleamed with brilliant intensity once more.

“You are the true successor of the Sword Saint!”

The two men dropped to their knees and bowed their heads again, as if they had returned to fifteen minutes earlier.

-Ahhh….

Wrath ground his teeth as he watched the excited Sword Emperor and War King’s eyes.

-Why are there so many fools in this world! And why do they all flock to this bastard! Send some my way too, will you!

He clutched his head and shook it, lamenting the unfairness of the world.

‘I’m sorry, but….’

I tilted my head slightly as I listened to Wrath’s wailing.

‘There’s no bigger fool in this world than you.’

*

*

*

“Hah…”

Dorian covered Sloth’s face completely with the thick blanket, his trembling hands moving with deliberate care.

“Well… did it work?”

He swallowed hard and turned to look back.

“Seems like it.”

Evelyn nodded as she observed the Sword Emperor and War King kneeling before Raon.

“Uh…?”

Dorian’s jaw trembled.

“Who are those two people kneeling before the young master? Are they criminals?”
“The Sword Emperor and the War King.”
“Oh, the Sword Emperor and War King. I thought they were criminals who fled all the way here… Gasp!”

He had nodded calmly before suddenly jumping to his feet.

Thud.

But he landed on his toes to muffle the sound and impact, afraid of waking Sloth.

“W-wait, the Sword Emperor and War King? Why are they here?”

Dorian’s jaw dropped in complete bewilderment.

“I’m not entirely sure myself. They’re calling Raon the heir of the Sword Saint and asking him to accept them?”

Evelyn smiled knowingly, clearly having heard everything from over there.

“T-the Sword Saint? So the Sword Emperor and War King were heirs of the Sword Saint?”

Dorian nodded as if he was beginning to understand, having entered the Zigheart training grounds with Raon before.

“That’s right. The martial techniques I acquired from that Training Ground have proven quite useful.”

Evelyn smiled softly, affirming his words.

“Um, well….”

Dorian blinked as he looked at Evelyn.

“That should only be known to our Gwangpung Hall. How could you possibly….”
“It’s Raon’s matter.”

Evelyn lowered her brows calmly, as if it were only natural that she would know everything pertaining to Raon’s affairs.

“Ah, I see! Of course.”

Dorian’s pupils trembled as he nodded in understanding.

‘This is terrifying….’

A chilling sensation washed over my chest and abdomen as if they were melting away. Behind me, the Demon Lord of Sloth slumbered peacefully, while before me stood the world’s most obsessive stalker grinning wickedly. My breath caught in my throat.

‘War King, please come quickly. Or summon me to your side!’

I sniffled and gazed into the Dimension that Evelyn had opened.

“Ah!”

Dorian clapped his hands as he caught sight of Raon reflected in the Dimension.

“If he’s truly accepting the War King and Sword Emperor as subordinates, how many gold medals would he need to receive?”

Though they wouldn’t belong to Zigheart but rather serve under Raon directly, returning to Zigheart with those two Transcendents in tow would constitute an achievement that transcended the measure of gold medals.

I found myself curious about how many gold medals Glen would bestow upon Raon.

“The War King showed no interest in gold medals, so he’s truly fortunate.”

Dorian chuckled, speaking as if it were remarkable.

“It wasn’t luck—it was accomplished through sheer will and determination.”

Evelyn shook her head with conviction.

“What? What do you mean…?”
“Raon’s resolve and desire to save Zigheart—that’s what created this situation.”

She gazed at Raon with trembling eyes, insisting it was far more than mere chance.

“Well…”

Dorian stared at Evelyn’s back for a long moment before finally speaking.

“Why do you favor Raon so much?”
“Because he’s Raon.”

Evelyn answered without hesitation, as if that explanation sufficed entirely.

“Ah…”

Dorian let out a soft exclamation and smiled gently.

“Why are you smiling?”
“Because I feel the same way.”

Dorian nodded peacefully for the first time.

“I follow him precisely because he is Raon.”
“I see.”

Evelyn closed her eyes in understanding, then opened them again.

For the first time, the two shared a kindred gaze as they looked toward Raon within the dimension.

*

*

*

“The Diamond Eternal Technique, the Demon Slaying Sword Method, the Demon Suppression Sword Art… all of them.”

The Sword Emperor examined Raon and gave a short nod.

“They’re all at the beginner stage, but that’s fine. We have the greatest teachers here!”

She pointed to herself with her thumb, declaring she would handle everything.

“The Diamond Eternal Technique seems like something you could master on your own.”

The War King sensed the solidity of the Diamond Eternal Technique settled in Raon’s dantian and nodded.

“However, the Demon Suppression Sword Art and the Demon Slaying Sword Method differ fundamentally from ordinary martial techniques, so it won’t be easy for you to learn them either. Still, I will do my utmost.”

He bowed his head, vowing to minimize those difficulties.

“Um….”

I lowered my eyebrows slightly as I looked at the Sword Emperor and the War King.

“Are there only the two of you in the Sword Sect and the Blade Sect?”
“That’s right. They’re single-successor sects.”

The Sword Emperor nodded.

“If it weren’t for that, I couldn’t have married him. The sect would have expelled me and caused an uproar.”

She laughed, saying she was able to marry the War King precisely because she was alone.

“I’m the same. A single-successor sect.”

The War King nodded, confirming he was the only one in his sect.

“Ah! Not a subordinate, but that one over there also walks the same path as us.”

The Sword Emperor pointed to the Gold Dragon standing blankly.

[Me, me too? I have nothing to do with the Sword Saint’s Legacy….]

The Gold Dragon’s eyes widened in apparent bewilderment.

“This has nothing to do with us.”
“Are you going to break the dragon’s oath?”

The War King and Sword Emperor furrowed their brows as they regarded the Gold Dragon.

[Ah, seriously….]

The Gold Dragon had no choice but to lower its massive head and submerge it in the Northern Sea. Bubbles rose in succession from the frigid waters, gurgling softly.
I never thought such a colossal dragon could appear so endearing.

You little fool! I should roast you and eat you up!

Wrath furrowed his brows in displeasure.

“Isn’t two Transcendents and one ancient dragon sufficient?”

The Sword Emperor laughed, saying that such a combination would lack nothing regardless of where it was deployed.

“Yes. It’s more than I could ask for.”

I nodded, exhaling softly.

“Given how overwhelming this is, mastering the martial arts of the Sword Saint will not be easy. It will take at least two years to make us follow you with genuine conviction.”

The War King’s eyes dimmed as he stated that even with him and the Sword Emperor teaching, such a timeframe would be necessary.

“Two years…?”

My eyes narrowed deeply.

‘Obtaining the Sword Emperor, War King, and ancient dragon is practically a steal for that amount of time. But….’

I don’t have that kind of time.

With Derus potentially emerging at any moment, I couldn’t afford to spend two years training here.

“Could you show me a demonstration first?”

I placed my hand on the Heavenly Sword as I observed the Sword Emperor and the War King.

“Then allow me to demonstrate a technique you’re familiar with.”

The Sword Emperor stepped forward with a smile.

“The martial art I’ve mastered is the Demon-Slaying Sword Form. It’s a swordsmanship that incinerates demons with powerful flames.”

As she spoke of cutting down demons, she extended her blade into the empty air. Undulating flames heated the Northern Region’s atmosphere to a crimson glow.

Whoooosh!

The Sword Emperor’s Demon-Slaying Sword Form was so formidable and sharp that it seemed less like swordsmanship and more like a Tao technique.

She employed both thrusts and slashes, infusing power, speed, elegance, and audacity to their absolute limits—a supreme mastery of the blade.

“What do you think?”

The Sword Emperor retreated after displaying all the techniques she could manifest.

“A feast for the eyes.”

I applauded the Sword Emperor and offered my honest appreciation.

“You should be able to master it as well. If you follow diligently, it might take only a year and a half instead of the full two years.”

The Sword Emperor waved her hand, suggesting she could shorten the timeline by half a year.

“Even that is too long for me.”

I smacked my lips briefly and stepped forward before the Sword Emperor and War King.

Ching!

I drew the Heavenly Sword, bent my knees, and unfolded the Demon-Slaying Sword Form that the Sword Emperor had just demonstrated, mirroring it exactly.

Whoooosh!

My speed was slower than hers, my power weaker, my elegance lacking, yet my blade followed the exact flow and intent the Demon-Slaying Sword Form should possess, even capturing the final technique of its dissipation.

Whoooooosh!

The flames of beginning and end from the True Demon Sword converged, drawing a long, straight crimson line across the Northern Region’s sky.

“Hah!”
“Insane….”

The Sword Emperor and War King trembled, their jaws quivering as they realized they couldn’t replicate the technique immediately.

“Not a year and a half….”

I raised my index finger toward the astonished Sword Emperor and Sword Master.

“Let’s make it one month.”

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————