The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1091

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Chapter 1091

Boom!

I stepped forward with my left foot and extended the Heavenly Sword. Flames dancing across the silver blade carved a black silhouette as if piercing through the sun itself.
It was the first technique of the Demonic Sword Scripture—Piercing Sun Crimson—infused with the intent to penetrate the very heavens.

Clang!

I brought the blade down harshly from the empty sky. Brilliant sparks cascaded like lightning, carving an enormous crater into the Northern Sea. A shape reminiscent of a volcanic crater—the Volcanic Flame Descent technique of the Demonic Sword Scripture.

Whoosh!

Even after the Volcanic Flame Descent, I wielded the blade and flames with perfect control as if they were extensions of my own body, unfolding the techniques of the Demonic Sword Scripture in succession.

The overwhelming power of the Demonic Sword Scripture caused the glacier protected by the Gold Dragon Paratheos to slowly begin melting.

“What do you think?”

The War King asked the Sword Emperor without taking his eyes off my blade.

“We were aiming for intermediate level, right?”

The Sword Emperor bit her lower lip with her upper teeth, trembling slightly.

“It seems to far exceed that level.”

She let out a hollow laugh, bewildered at what could have happened during the few days she left me alone.

“The connection between techniques is still lacking, that’s true. But…”

The Sword Emperor furrowed her brows slightly with uncertainty.

“The sword techniques themselves aren’t significantly deficient. It means he understands what the crucial elements of the Demonic Sword Scripture are.”
“The skill itself isn’t lacking much. It means you understand what the important elements are in true sword strikes.”

She nodded, acknowledging that I grasped the essential principles of the Demonic Sword Scripture where each individual technique held profound importance.

“You share my thoughts.”

The War King smiled faintly, pleased with the sentiment.

Whoooosh!

Raon fully unfolded the Demon Suppression Sword Form and drew the Neck Wheel Sword. The leaf-shaped guard froze white as azure frost spread in all directions.

Clang!

Raon brought the Neck Wheel Sword down gently, as if brushing the woman’s hair aside.

Not a technique, but a flow as graceful as swordsmanship. Yet its power was savage and menacing enough to cleave and shatter glaciers—the first form of the Demon Soldier Sword Technique, which possessed the opposite ferocity of the Martial Arts’ flow: Crimson Blood Clinging Snow.

Boom!

Raon slashed upward diagonally with the tilted Neck Wheel Sword. Unlike the original Demon Soldier Sword Technique’s flow, the angle twisted sharply as it rose.
The second form, Demon Heaven Radiant Strike, which had been researched and refined together with the War King to enhance power and weight, revealed itself to the world for the first time.

Clang!

Raon stomped heavily and connected each form of the Demon Soldier Sword Technique like a single line.

Unlike the Demon Suppression Sword Form, each individual form lacked refinement, but the connection between forms remained perfectly steady from beginning to end without the slightest tremor.

“What do you make of it?”

The Sword Emperor tapped the War King’s back with his shoulder.

“….”

The War King didn’t answer immediately, his fingertips trembling where they rested on his thigh.

“The completion of each form is lacking, but the connection between forms flows as smoothly as a single technique. He doesn’t merely understand the true essence of the Demon Soldier Sword Technique—he’s actualizing it.”

He exhaled a long, deep breath, saying that even “remarkable” was insufficient.

“And he properly applied the modifications we discussed together.”

The War King nodded, his expression filled with emotion.

“With him, it seems I could walk a path I was never able to reach.”

He drew a subtle smile, believing that Raon might be able to touch the pinnacle of the Demonic Soldier Sword Method.

[Well, he’s doing pretty well.]

The Gold Dragon Paratheos nodded slightly, though his eyes trembled violently contrary to his words.
Having continuously observed the martial arts of the Sword Emperor and War King, he could feel just how extraordinary what Raon was accomplishing truly was.

Shhhhhhh.

After unfolding all the techniques of the Demonic Soldier Sword Method, I slung the Moonwheel Sword—still shimmering with frost—across my shoulder.

“Excellent! You exceeded my expectations!”
“I acknowledge you, Raon.”

The Sword Emperor and War King rose simultaneously, about to offer their applause to me.

I lifted both the Heavenly Sword and Moonwheel Sword at once. Crimson flames blazed above the Heavenly Sword, while the Moonwheel Sword’s blade was engulfed in blue frost.

Clang!

The Heavenly Sword traced the first technique of the Demon-Slaying Sword Art—Crimson Ring of Judgment—creating a fissure of flames across the void.

Simultaneously, the Moonwheel Sword descended, shaking the massive glacier. It was the first technique of the Demonic Soldier Sword Method—Frozen Blood Descent.

Boom!

Raon twisted his ankle to the right, drew the Heavenly Sword downward, and raised the Mokryun Sword upward. Lightning summoned by flames split through the Glacier, and blue frost cleaved the sky in half.

Whoooosh!

Around me, petals of flame and mist of frost swirled like a meteor shower.

Normally, these energies should have clashed as if seeking to devour each other, but the aura of the Adamantine Divine Art, wedged between the flames and frost, served as a breakwater, allowing the pinnacle of both the Demon-Slaying Sword Art and the Demonic Soldier Sword Method to unfold.

Whoooosh!

The Demonic Blade Technique and the True Demon Slaying Sword Art flowed together as if they had always been one unified martial discipline, neither impeding the other’s momentum, and they covered heaven and earth with the trajectories of blade and sword.

“Ahhh….”
“Is this… the true martial art of the Sword Saint…?”

The Sword Emperor and War King watched as the martial techniques of their lifelong opponent harmonized with their own,
manifesting even greater power, their eyes glistening with emotion.

Both men forgot even to breathe as they became absorbed in the beauty and strength of the swordsmanship Raon was weaving.

Whoooosh.

Raon finally completed the combination of the True Demon Slaying Sword Art and the Demonic Blade Technique, then lowered the Heavenly Sword and the Wooden Wheel Sword.

‘Fortunately, it succeeded.’

The combination of the True Demon Slaying Sword Art and the Demonic Blade Technique had flowed far more naturally than anticipated. As the past month’s worth of effort flooded through my mind, a deep smile rose unbidden to my lips.

-You… you bastard.

Wrath descended before my eyes, his jaw trembling.

-Did you plan to use swordsmanship and blade techniques together from the very beginning?

He opened his eyes wide as if he had no idea whatsoever.

‘Of course.’

Since I had planned the combination of the True Demon Slaying Sword Art and the Demonic Blade Technique from the start, I nodded calmly.

‘It seems to have turned out a bit better than I expected.’

Though the completion wasn’t flawless, the result was quite satisfactory for such a short timeframe, so I let a slight smile touch my lips.

-No, you never even tried it before!

Wrath protested with his mouth agape, insisting it made no sense.

‘As I’ve said before, I’m a practical fighter.’

It was my first time simultaneously wielding the True Demon Sword Technique and the Demonic Soldier Sword Method, but I had learned the subtleties of dual-sword combat from Sheryl, and thanks to the Divine Demon Harmony Resonance, I had always wielded two blades, so it was not particularly difficult.

-Damn it all.

As Wrath ground his teeth, I heard the footsteps of the Sword Emperor and War King approaching.

Shing!

The Sword Emperor and War King drew the Crimson Slash Sword and the Stern Blade, positioning themselves before me.

Boom!

Both of them drove their weapons into the ground and knelt on their right knees.

‘Again? No, it’s different this time….’

It was a sight I had witnessed before, but there was something different about it now.

The Sword Emperor and War King gazed at me not as a young swordsman descended from the Sword Saint Legacy, but as Raon Zigheart, their eyes burning with fervent intensity.

“The heir of the Sword Sect, Sieran….”
“The heir of the Blade Sect, Yuber….”

The Sword Emperor and War King opened their lips simultaneously and bowed their heads.

“We greet our liege!”

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“I ask for your continued support as well.”

I bowed respectfully to the Sword Emperor and War King.

“Please, rise now. For all your renown, you both seem far too quick to kneel.”

I told them I would only accept their bows until today, then helped the Sword Emperor and War King to their feet.

“Now that I think about it, I never expected to serve such a young master,” the Sword Emperor said with a bewildered laugh.

The Sword Emperor still seemed flustered, letting out a hollow chuckle.

“In truth, I had planned to pass the Heavenly Sword technique to that man.”

She drew a thin smile, speaking of her intention to make the War King the successor to the Sword Saint Legacy.

“I knew.”

The War King nodded calmly, as if he had sensed it from the beginning.

“That’s why I also used only the level of power appropriate for that situation.”

He lowered his hand, indicating he had harbored the same thoughts as the Sword Emperor.

“Anyway!”
“Hmm….”

The Sword Emperor and War King, their bond seemingly strengthened over this past month, exchanged gentle smiles as they looked at each other.

[Ugh, how sickening!]
-I find it repulsive to watch….

The Gold Dragon Paratheos and Wrath simultaneously furrowed their brows deeply.

“We should leave this place now. The glacier appears to be on the verge of collapse.”

I lightly tapped the glacier that had begun to melt and raised my hand toward the Sword Emperor and War King.

“We must obey our master’s words.”

The Sword Emperor nodded in acknowledgment.

“I have already prepared our supplies, so we may depart at once.”

The War King spoke as if he had long anticipated becoming my subordinate and had made preparations accordingly.

“Then let’s go right away.”

I smiled faintly and gestured toward the back.

“Evelyn! I’m counting on you.”
“Got it!”

Evelyn let out a bright cry as if she’d been waiting for this moment, and opened a Dimensional Gate.

Whoooooosh!

Beyond the shimmering blue Dimensional Gate, the peak of Sturrin Mountains where Sloth’s bed lay came into view.

“This Dimensional Gate connects to the peak of Sturrin Mountains. Let’s enter.”

I raised my hand and pointed toward the Dimensional Gate.

“We should at least see the place we damaged.”

The Sword Emperor nodded and stood before the Dimensional Gate.

“You’re quite a skilled Mage.”

The War King let out a small exclamation of admiration at Evelyn’s mana combination.

[Isn’t this gate a bit narrow for me to enter?]

The Gold Dragon Paratheos tilted his head as he looked at the Dimensional Gate.

“Why would you even try to go through there!”

The Sword Emperor frowned as if telling him not to talk nonsense.

“You finish up here and fly over!”

She stamped her foot, telling him to handle everything here and come by flight.

“Right, that makes sense.”

The War King nodded calmly.

[No, you two made this mess, so why do I have to clean it up….]
“Let’s go inside!”

The Sword Emperor ignored Paratheos’s words and entered the Dimensional Gate first.

“Clean it up properly before you leave.”

The War King also shot a sharp glare at Paratheos before following the Sword Emperor.

[Why won’t those cursed demons just die!]

Paratheos trembled with indignation, his fists clenching and unclenching.

[They’ve far exceeded the average human lifespan!]

Even as he cursed the Sword Emperor and War King, he faithfully began melting the glacier and clearing away the cabin and all traces of their presence.

-What a complete pushover of a lizard!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, saying there was no pushover quite like that one.

‘…Right.’

It felt like looking at someone I knew.

I nodded awkwardly and entered the Dimensional Gate.

‘I’m really curious now.’

What story could have made the Gold Dragon both a friend and a slave?

“Wow, we really broke everything! There’s nothing left.”
“We certainly made a mistake.”

The Sword Emperor and War King surveyed the devastated landscape of the Sturrin Mountains they had destroyed and heaved heavy sighs.

Rumble!

The moment I stepped out of the Dimensional Gate, something worm-like squirmed up from the ground.

“M-Master!”

It was Dorian. He crawled toward me and grabbed at my pants.

“Why did you take so long to come!”

His cheeks were sunken, and tears glistened in his eyes.

“Why have you become so thin?”

I helped Dorian to his feet, blinking in surprise. His once-plump cheeks had completely hollowed out—he looked as though he hadn’t eaten in ages.

“I brought plenty of food for you.”
“I… I was too scared…”

Dorian pointed to Sloth, who was sleeping with the blanket pulled over his head. He appeared to have been trembling in fear for the entire month.

“It’s fine…”

I let out a hollow laugh.

“He doesn’t harm people.”
“But he’s a Demon Lord! How is that supposed to be fine!”

Dorian sniffled, still unable to adjust. He looked pitiful, though honestly, his appearance now was far better than before.

“Where is Evelyn?”

I turned my head, calling out for Evelyn.

“I’m right here!”

Evelyn jumped down from the air with a bright smile, brushing back her perfectly arranged hair and waving her fingers.

“I’m sorry for making you wait an entire month.”

I bowed my head to Evelyn. Given Dorian’s state, I imagined Evelyn wasn’t in the best mood either, so I apologized immediately.

“I’m fine.”

Evelyn shook her head as if to say there was no need for such words.

“I’ve always been with you.”

She drew a chilling smile as she spoke those words.

-Kyaaahhh!

Wrath scrambled backward in terror.

“W-wait, always?”

Raon’s jaw trembled as he watched Evelyn laugh.

“Of course! I’ve been watching you from nearby the whole time.”

Evelyn shrugged her shoulders reassuringly.

“Your sword training, your aura cultivation—it was all magnificent. I could have watched for a year.”

She laughed, saying she’d lost all sense of time watching me.

“I… I see…”

Raon subtly shifted his gaze toward Wrath.

‘Did you sense anything?’
-N-not at all, I swear!

Wrath shook his head vigorously.

-The Mad Woman’s stalking ability has apparently reached Demon Lord-class levels!

He clutched his head, lamenting that he could no longer sense Evelyn’s presence.

“Hehe.”

Evelyn wore a deep smile, as if this past month had been nothing but delightful.

“Aha ha….”

I laughed awkwardly and slowly stepped backward.

“S, Sloth?”

To change the subject, I pulled back the blanket covering the sleeping Sloth and woke him.

“Time to wake up.”
“Mmm….”

Sloth seemed to have enjoyed a rather satisfying sleep, slowly lifting his eyelids. Unlike Dorian, Sloth’s face had a healthy glow to it.

“I’ve resolved the noise. There won’t be anything disturbing your sleep anymore. As for the circumstances….”
“Then… that’s… fine….”

Sloth nodded without even listening to my explanation.

“You don’t want to hear the details?”
“If it’s… resolved… that’s… enough….”

He let out a long yawn, as if trusting me completely.

“I see.”

I let out a hollow laugh. I couldn’t fathom why Wrath and Sloth, beings called Demon Lords, were so naive.

“I have one request for you as well. Will you hear me out?”
“What… is… it…?”

Sloth blinked, urging me to speak. He seemed eager to listen and get back to sleep.

“A war with the Archangels will break out soon. I’d like to borrow your strength when that time comes.”

I gazed at Sloth, my lips slightly pursed.

“Archangels… somehow….”

Sloth nodded, saying he had dreamed of sensing the Archangel’s presence from a very distant place.

“If I explain the circumstances….”
“I’ll help you…. But….”

He looked at me and said he would help without even hearing the circumstances.

“Fighting the Archangel… is… dangerous… the balance of dimensions… authority… ah, this is tedious….”

Sloth shook his head slowly as if he had grown weary of explaining.

“Setting all that aside… for me to fight… there are… things I need….”
“Things you need?”
“Generally… impossible… but you… can do it….”

He opened his heavy lips while gazing at Raon’s wrist.

“That is….”

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