The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1140

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Chapter 1140

*Shing.*

I stood between the forces of the Shuper Holy Kingdom and Rust, the Lord of Lust, drawing two blades silently. In this moment,
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I lifted my chin with an arrogant air, as if declaring myself the master of this place.

“Uooooooh!”
“Lord Raon!”
“It’s Lord Raon!”
“The Sword Emperor has come to aid Shuper!”
“Please destroy that wicked witch who enchants people!”

The holy knights and priests erupted in cheers the moment I appeared, crying out for me to slay the witch of seduction.
The complexions of those who had been growing pallid under the weight of Rust’s overwhelming aura began to regain their rosy hue.

“Lord Raon! You’ve arrived!”

Even Saint King Hofen couldn’t hide his delight at my appearance, breaking into a bright smile.

“I don’t know how you got here, but be careful. No matter who you are, that woman’s power is dangerous.”

Saint Olga showed no surprise at my arrival, her cold gaze sharpening with intensity.

“She possesses at least the combat strength of a leader among the Five Emperors Three Demons. Especially—don’t inhale that pink aura.”

She gestured to her blessed robes and gloves, which had completely melted away, her brow furrowing.

“Wrath!”

Rust, the Lord of Lust, extinguished the fierce flames in her eyes as if she’d never been angry at all, calling out Wrath’s name.

“You came searching for me! As I knew it would be—you are all I need, and I am all you need!”

She wrapped her bleeding fingers around her own face, declaring this to be fate itself.

-Kyaaaaaagh!

The moment Wrath saw that display, he let out a shriek and stumbled backward.

-This is terrifying! That’s not someone else’s blood—it’s her own!

He seized my shoulders and shook me frantically, urging me to flee immediately.

‘This is only the beginning. Where would we even go?’

I pushed the struggling Wrath aside and stepped in front of Rust.

[The True Demon King learned this sword dance for you. Would you be willing to face me once?]

I sent her an aura message that only she could hear.

“A… sword dance? You learned it for me?”

Rust’s eyes widened as if she didn’t understand what I meant.

[They say lovers dance together. Since we both wield swords, I thought we could dance with our blades…]
“I’ll do it! Let’s do it right now!”

Before I could even finish speaking, she cried out her acceptance and sent the Pink Aura Entity soaring to the very edge of the sky.

“Haaaaah…”

Rust drew her sword—one she hadn’t unsheathed even in dire circumstances—and exhaled a breath that burned white-hot. In her eyes, I could see the words “anticipation” shining brightly.

-L-Lovers?

Wrath’s jaw trembled as he grabbed his own collar.

-You absolute madman! How far are you going?! The True Demon King is going to die! If you keep saying things like that, he really won’t let go!

He waved both hands desperately, begging me to stop.

“Let’s dance properly.”

I raised my voice so that not only Rust, but also Hofen, Olga, and all the Holy Knights of Shuper could hear me,
and I deployed my aura at full power.

Whoooooooosh!

The flames of Manhwagong and the frost of Glacsia erupted like a volcano, blocking the Pink Aura Entity’s assault that sought to swallow the Shuper Kingdom whole.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

My aura and Rust’s power collided, sending forth tremendous vibrations and shockwaves that shook the heavens and earth in all directions.
The sheer brutality of the clash caused the Shuper Holy Kingdom itself to tremble.

“Redirect the flow of holy power!”

Olga clenched her teeth and spread her hands wide.

“Don’t attack the Witch of Brainwashing—instead, erect a wall of holy power to prevent their energies from escaping outward!”

Even as she issued her commands, she stepped forward and created the first shield of holy power herself.

“Follow the Saint’s orders!”

Hofen immediately took his place beside Olga and conjured holy power in the same form, while the other Holy Knights and Priests followed suit, raising the walls of the sacred barrier.

“If you’re going to play, then let’s do this properly!”

Olga tilted her chin as if to say, “Come on and try.”

“Very well.”

I drove the Heavenly Sword and the Moonwheel Sword into the hallowed ground where holiness blazed.

Sword Realm Manifestation—Divine Demon Harmony Convergence.

With the two blades forged from sunlight and moonbeams, I aimed directly at the eyes of Rust, who contained me within her.

“Hehehehe.”

Rust’s cheeks flushed with excitement as she exhaled a delighted breath, as if she found my appearance magnificent.

—No, no, I’m scared! It’s terrifying!

Wrath let out a shriek upon seeing the glint in Rust’s eyes, as if witnessing a glimpse of his own future.

‘First stroke of fortune.’

I crushed the Battlefield beneath my feet as I advanced toward Rust.

‘A duel with Rust.’

Rather than the words suggesting we dance our blades together like lovers, I unleashed my Divine Sword at full power toward her throat.

Clang!

Rust parried my blade with her sword wreathed in divine power, her lips curling upward in a smile.

“That’s right. A dance must be performed with all your strength! I’ll keep pace with you.”

She laughed with satisfaction, driving a vicious slash toward my chest.

Crash!

I deflected her blade with a wall of crimson flames conjured by my Demonic Sword, savoring the exchange.

‘This is manageable.’

Even as Rust wielded her blade with genuine intent, I could hold my ground. In times past, I would have been sent flying by a single strike—the growth I had achieved was palpable.

“Excellent! I can feel your very breath!”

Rust continued her assault, rotating her entire body with her ankles as the pivot point, bringing her blade crashing down.

Clang!

I summoned both the Radiant Sword and the Snowwind Sword Technique simultaneously to meet her descending blade.

Clang!

The two wild, breathing sword arts intercepted Rust’s sudden technique and drove her body backward.

Crash!

I pursued Rust, who had been pushed back slightly, and unleashed two colors of Flame Sea Perfection. The sword strikes of the Smithy Unity became waves of pure offense, sweeping across her entire body.

“A dance must be performed with such brilliance!”

As Rust laughed with delight and swung her sword, the Pink Aura Entity writhed as if alive, blocking the rough torrent of Flame Sea Perfection pouring down.

Whoooosh!

The crimson and azure Flame Sea Perfection I had unleashed lost its power as if enchanted by Rust, growing hazy as it began to sink. Her authority seemed to transcend not just people, but martial arts itself.

“Now it’s my turn!”

Rust closed the distance to point-blank range, her breathing audible, and drew her blade with a sliding motion. Though graceful as a dance, her sword technique carried the intent to cut me down.

“Excellent.”

I smacked my lips and simultaneously unleashed Frost Chain and Silver Dream Sword.

Clang!

The blade of Frost Chain, wrapped in the mystery of extreme speed, blocked Rust’s sword strike, while the subtle yet slow technique of Silver Dream Sword advanced toward her throat.

Crash!

Rust twisted the sword hilt she held slightly, perfectly blocking the hazy blade of Silver Dream Sword that aimed at her throat.

“This is amazing! I can feel your heart toward me!”

She gasped for breath, saying her heart had never raced like this before.

“Increase the tempo a bit more!”

Rust charged toward me, demanding I dance the sword form faster and stronger.

“Let’s dance until we pierce each other!”

As her emotions ran wild, power and authority began to overflow from her sword.

Clang!

I parried Rust’s devastating slash head-on, my jaw tightening from the impact.

“I’ll dance with you for a lifetime.”
-I don’t want the True Demon King, you hear me!

The Demon Lord of Wrath let out a piercing shriek, torn between the two madwomen.

-Someone, anyone, please save the True Demon King! I’m begging you!

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“Phew….”

Holy King Hofen exhaled deeply after completing the barrier of holy power.

“I can’t even properly see how they’re fighting.”

He shook his head, admitting that even with his eyes wide open, he couldn’t follow the battle’s progression.

“We… we can’t see it either, Your Majesty.”
“It’s too fast. We can’t make out anything.”
“Is this what a battle between transcendents looks like….”

The Holy Knights also furrowed their brows, unable to perceive anything of the clash.

“Saint Olga, can you see it?”
“Roughly.”

Saint Olga bit her lip slightly as she watched the fierce battle between me and Rust.

“W-what’s happening?”

Hofen leaned forward toward Olga, asking her to explain the situation.

“That fellow Raon. He’s grown to a completely different level than before. It seems he’s risen to the very pinnacle among the transcendents.”

Olga nodded, acknowledging that Raon appeared to have approached the level of the leaders of the Five Emperors Three Demons.

“Oh! Then we should be able to defeat that Witch!”
“Of course! The Sword Emperor! The Sword Emperor!”
“Finally, this battle will end.”

The High Priests nodded with certainty of Raon’s victory.

“No.”

Olga shook her head firmly.

“Raon has grown remarkably stronger, but that woman is even more formidable. This won’t be an easy battle, so focus on maintaining the Wall instead.”

She cast a cold gaze toward the Holy Knights and High Priests, instructing them to concentrate on the Wall of Holy Power rather than engage in foolish behavior.

“Ah, yes….”
“That Witch was that strong….”
“Sigh, we barely survived.”

The Holy Knights and High Priests, realizing the situation was far from over, refocused their efforts on maintaining the Wall of Holy Power.

“….”

Olga turned her gaze back to observe the battle between Raon and Rust.

‘The Witch’s raw power is greater, but Raon’s mastery of the sword surpasses hers. I cannot predict who will emerge victorious.’

Watching Raon barely deflect Rust’s relentless assault, she bit her lip slightly.

‘To charge forward without hesitation toward the Witch’s blade strikes that could sever his neck in a single blow….’

You never change.

Once again, Raon had appeared in the hour of the Sufer Kingdom’s crisis, engaging the Witch in a desperate battle.
Now, mere words of gratitude or countless rewards seemed insufficient to fully express the depth of her appreciation.

‘A swordmaster who thinks of others before himself, and always stakes his life in battle to grow stronger….’
“A prosecutor who fights risking his life…”

Saint Olga watched Raon clash with Rust, a faint smile playing at her lips, and nodded calmly.

‘With you, I could offer my own life. No—I could even sacrifice Shuper itself. So….’

She clenched her small fist tightly, her gaze never leaving Raon’s back until the very end.

‘Win.’

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-That sanctimonious Saint would certainly think that way! But….

Wrath gnashed his teeth as he stared at Raon’s back.

-This madman is putting on an act right now! No, a show!

He snarled, desperate to expose this truth to everyone present in this place.

‘Be quiet. I can’t concentrate.’

Raon kicked away the muttering Wrath and unleashed a sword strike toward Rust.

‘I think something’s coming to mind now.’

Raon deflected Rust’s strike lightly, then grimaced as he witnessed her vicious counterattack aimed straight at his throat.

‘Now this is it.’

He had worried that Rust might hold back since he called it a sword dance, but she wielded her blade with lethal intent.

Each exchange of swords with Rust sent a chilling sensation through him as if life itself was slipping away, yet it was deeply satisfying.

‘Of course, this isn’t all there is to it.’

As I crossed blades with Rust, the emotions rising in my chest were not mere competitive spirit or a sense of achievement. A peculiar tingling sensation ran down my spine.

Whoooosh!

Rust’s blade sliced toward my waist. There was no artifice or illusion—just an honest strike—yet that very directness made it difficult to parry.

Clang!

I raised both the Divine Sword and the Demonic Sword simultaneously, meeting Rust’s blade head-on, my lips pressed tightly together.

‘I can feel it.’

Not merely the weight and force dwelling in her blade, but Rust’s emotions themselves. I could sense what thoughts drove her to stand before me.

‘Her unwavering love for Wrath.’

Rust wielded an honest, powerful swordsmanship that extended with pure force. Her blade possessed only that same straightforwardness as the feelings she harbored for Wrath.

‘She’s similar to me.’

The same resolve I had sworn to since childhood—never to break under any hardship in my quest for vengeance against Derus Robert—resonated from Rust’s blade as well.

-No, absolutely not!

Wrath shook his head vigorously in emphatic denial.

-Don’t say such things! My hands and feet are trembling!

He pounded my back repeatedly, insisting I stop spouting nonsense.

Yet my concentration, now fully immersed in an awakened state, remained unbroken. If anything, I became even more absorbed in Rust’s swordsmanship.

Hummmmmm!

As I focused on Rust’s blade and the emotions contained within it, my own sword began to shift and flow in harmony with hers.

Hummmmmm!

The diverse swordsmanship unfolded through ten thousand blades carried an intensity of emotion unlike anything before.

An unwavering resolve not to break. Like Rust’s swordplay directed at Wrath—honest and straightforward, the blade extended smoothly.

Clang!

My sword no longer merely withstood Rust’s formidable strike head-on; it did not yield.

I received Rust’s blade without the slightest tremor, and moreover, I pressed forward.

Clash!

Though the blade carried weighty emotion, paradoxically it moved with a lightness and grace that defied explanation, sending shivers across my entire body.

“To think such joy could exist!”

Rust cried out that she had never enjoyed a battle this much, unleashing an even more formidable strike.

“Indeed.”

I answered her laughter with a smile and extended a blade no less powerful. What empowered my swordplay now was not aura or physical ability, but emotion itself. I wove my unwavering resolve into the Heavenly Sword and unleashed it.

Clang!

As Rust’s swordplay grew progressively stronger, I felt my own blade matching hers without falling behind, and my lips curved upward.

‘Such devoted love.’

Before, like Wrath, I had found Rust’s one-sided
affection burdensome, but not anymore.
Asking for nothing, finding happiness merely in being together—no, in the very existence of that person. I could only think it remarkable.
Rust’s heart, which found joy in such things, struck me as truly extraordinary.

-If you think it’s remarkable, then take it! I’m giving it to you!

Wrath absolutely refused,
shouting his rejection.

-I thought you’d understand since you have the Mad Woman!
‘Understand….’

My pupils gradually grew hazy as I synchronized my swordsmanship with Rust’s blade.

-Hey, you bastard! Don’t fall into a trance! I’m scared, and you’re leaving me alone like this!

Wrath screamed and shook me, but my mind was already deeply immersed in the sword technique.

“Wrath! Wrath! Wrath! Wrath! Wrath! Wrath! Wrath! Wraaaaaath!”

Rust seemed to have undergone a different kind of awakening as she called out Wrath’s name repeatedly.

-W-what is this….

Wrath trembled as he watched me lost in a trance and Rust calling out his name incessantly before him.

-This is just Hell! Get me out of here!

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