The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1272

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Chapter 1272

“A wager…?”

One of Pride’s eyebrows rose at an odd angle.

“Are you telling me that Wrath just proposed a wager to the True Demon King?”

He placed a hand on his waist and let out a hollow laugh as though the very notion were absurd.

“How dare a wretch like Wrath!”

Pride’s brow furrowed as though he did not regard Wrath as a true rival. The moment his expression twisted, a scorching heat so intense it seemed to warp the very world erupted outward, engulfing everything around him.

“Ridiculous! A creature who has never once defeated the True Demon King!”

Pride released a contemptuous laugh, dismissing Wrath entirely. That very display of his made it all the more apparent why these two Demon Lords were considered rivals.

-Never defeated me? What nonsense is this!

Wrath shook his head vehemently, as though the very words were preposterous.

-I have never lost to that fool either!

His face flushed crimson as he insisted he had never suffered defeat
at Pride’s hands.
Judging by what both Demon Lords claimed, it seemed their every encounter had ended in a draw.

“That’s right.”

I received Pride’s tremendous energy wave head-on with my entire body and nodded calmly.

“Wrath wishes to make a wager with you. And…”

I wagged my finger at Pride with an arrogant flourish.

“He also says he has never once lost to you.”

I relayed Wrath’s words while tilting my jaw slightly.

“Hmph!”

Pride scoffed at me with a contemptuous sneer.

“That fool spouts the same drivel every time. I clearly won our hundredth battle!”

He dwelled on such trivial details in a manner wholly unbecoming of his name, curling his lips upward.

-More nonsense!

Wrath let out a piercing shriek at the sight of Pride.

-If we’re counting by that logic, I nearly slew that wretch in our ninety-ninth clash!

He thrashed his arms about, demanding I settle the matter.

‘Sigh…’

I exhaled quietly within my mind.

‘Their manner of speech is so similar. Are these truly Demon Lords…?’

Pride, the Lord of Arrogance, had made an overwhelmingly spectacular entrance, yet his conduct was no different from that of the petulant Wrath.
It felt less like witnessing Demon Lords and more like watching two children squabble over their pride.

‘Then again, their essences are Wrath and Pride.’

Neither Wrath nor Pride would yield to any other emotion, so their relentless bickering was hardly surprising.

“Wrath says that in your ninety-ninth battle, he chose to spare you rather than end your life.”

I conveyed Wrath’s words with an impassive gaze, contrary to my inner thoughts.

“How fitting.”

Pride radiated an intensity so fierce that merely meeting his gaze threatened to sear one’s eyes.

“You are merely a plaything for Wrath. And yes, he is watching.”

He lifted his chin, radiating the same terrifying power as before, as though he had merely been testing me all along.

Yet he seemed not to realize that Wrath stood beside me.

“Who in this world could dare speak falsehood while invoking his name?”

I exalted Wrath above all others, slowly closing my eyes before opening them again.

-Wh…?

Wrath’s jaw dropped, unable to contain himself.

-Who’s speaking falsehood?! You’re the one spouting it relentlessly right now! Your conscience must be as hairy as a deer’s rump!

He shrieked at how brazenly I could say such things.

“You would know better than anyone, wouldn’t you?”

I gazed at Pride with calm eyes, knowing his temperament better than anyone else.

“True enough.”

Pride nodded, his arms crossed.

“That one does have influence over his subordinates.”

He chuckled softly, acknowledging Wrath’s caliber. True to his nature as a Demon Lord bearing the name of Pride, he seemed to recognize merit where it existed.

“However…”

Pride’s large eyes narrowed to slits thinner than thread.

“The True Demon King has no obligation to heed that one’s words. If he wishes to propose a wager, let him come himself and speak.”

He bared his white fangs as though he would tear out Wrath’s throat the moment he appeared.

“Are you afraid?”

Raon gazed at Pride’s crimson eyes, fierce as a starving beast, and let out a cold laugh.

“It seems Wrath is afraid of making a wager. You’re free to withdraw if you wish.”

Wrath hadn’t said such a thing, but Raon spoke words that the Lord of Pride could not ignore, closing his eyes.

-When have I ever!

Wrath seized his own collar, demanding he stop spouting lies he’d never uttered.

“What did you—”

Pride’s aura shifted violently. Beneath his feet, flames darker than molten lava blazed forth, incinerating the cheerful atmosphere that had briefly taken hold. Once again, the heat of the entire world seemed to converge on this place, threatening to crush him.
It felt as though all the world’s warmth had gathered here to grind him to dust.

“Say it again.”

Pride pointed two fingers at Raon. From his fingertips, seeds of heat blazed forth with enough intensity to incinerate the world itself, staining the surroundings ash-gray.

“You asked if I feared wagering with him.”

Raon’s expression remained unmoved even within the heat that threatened to melt skin and bone, his gaze fixed on Pride.
It was heat that would make even a transcendent being break into cold sweat and collapse, but having reached the realm of the absolute and with the ring of fire touching the tenth star, he could endure it.

“You have some merit, at least.”

Pride suppressed the crimson flames blooming from his fingertips and arrogantly tilted his chin upward.

“Good. Had you spoken falsehood, I would have obliterated you with these flames, but it seems Wrath truly speaks through you. This time, I shall let it slide.”

He savored the sight of Raon’s gaze, clearly pleased. It was behavior befitting the Lord of Pride.

-Master, kill him! Just kill him!

Wrath, far more irritated than when he’d offered to help, screamed at Pride to kill Raon.

-This bastard will drain you dry, spine and all! Now is your only chance! Kill him!

Of course, that desperate cry was heard by Raon alone.

“Speak. What wager did Wrath propose?”

Pride gestured with a thick finger, as if willing to hear him out.

“Wrath wishes….”

I spoke slowly without even glancing at Wrath.

“He desires to witness a duel between the human I raised and the one you cultivated.”

Wrath placed his hand upon the Heavenly Sword, declaring his desire for a confrontation between myself and the Heavenly Demon.

-What…?
“Huh…?”

Both Wrath and Pride’s eyes widened simultaneously in utter disbelief.

“Has he lost his mind? Surely he knows there’s no match to be made?”

Pride furrowed his brow as though questioning whether Wrath had truly made such a proposal.

-Damn it! Have you truly gone mad!

Wrath’s eyes widened in shock as he spat out the same sentiment as Pride.

-No matter how strong you’ve become, the Heavenly Demon is still beyond your reach!

He waved his hands frantically, insisting that the opponent was absolutely no match for me.

“That is what Wrath has declared….”

I met Pride’s gaze with serene eyes.

“I merely follow his will.”

I nodded to Pride, leaving it to him whether to believe it or not.

-Ha….

Wrath let out a deep sigh as if utterly exasperated.

-Indeed, there truly exist monsters in this world who lie without batting an eye.

He shook his head, marveling at the sight before him.

“A proposal destined to fail. And one that would mean the death of your own plaything at that….”

Pride ran his gaze across my entire form, his lips curling with interest.
His eyes shifted overtly toward suspicion. Just like the other Demon Lords, he would not be easily deceived.

-Fool! Pride is no idiot.

Wrath snorted, sensing the same thing.

-As the True Demon King’s greatest rival, he knows me better than anyone! Right now, that bastard is surely contemplating how to kill you.

He laughed mockingly and waved his hand.

-In the end, the only choice left to you is to call upon me!

Wrath grabbed my sleeve, urging me to use Demon Lord Descent already.

“Wrath said he would acknowledge defeat clearly if he loses this wager. It would be his first victory—or his first defeat.”

I met Pride’s gaze without flinching, borrowing Wrath’s name once more.

-Hmph! It won’t work….

It was the moment Wrath waved his hand, insisting I not dismiss Pride.

“Is that truly so!”

Pride’s voice rose sharply as he leaned forward intensely.

“Wrath truly said such a thing?”

He thrust his bronze-hued face closer, demanding I repeat myself.

-Ah, no….

Wrath stared at Pride with his mouth agape, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

‘As expected.’

Pride was certainly different from the other Demon Lords, but the greatest difference lay in his regret at never defeating Wrath.
I’d touched that nerve, and his suspicions crumbled away in an instant. Even this arrogance suited the Lord of Pride.

“That’s right.”

I closed my eyes briefly, then opened them again with composure.

“【Wrath】 says that since your battle with him ended in a draw, you should settle the matter through a contest between your subordinates, each cultivated according to your own convictions.”

I nodded, speaking words designed to touch his pride so he couldn’t refuse the proposal.

“Well said! The battle between us truly was inconclusive. However….”

Pride’s crimson eyes blazed as he scrutinized my entire form.

“I don’t understand why you’d make a wager you’re bound to lose. What exactly are you hiding?”

He tilted his head, genuinely unable to comprehend.

“So will you do it or not? Just give me your answer.”

I gestured with my chin, urging him to decide without wasting time.

“Of course I will. The True Demon King has never refused any challenge!”

Pride clapped his hands together loudly, accepting Wrath’s proposal.

-Are you insane?!

Wrath thrust his blue face before my eyes, shaking it in disbelief at what I was thinking.

‘Who knows?’

Raon didn’t answer Wrath, instead exhaling slowly.

“Then let me summon that one.”

Pride smacked his lips and snapped his fingers, causing a massive gate of flame to manifest behind him.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

The gate of flame opened, and fierce heat poured forth from within, yet the person Pride had summoned was nowhere to be found.

“Hmm….”

Pride furrowed his brow at the empty gate.

“Wait a moment.”

He furrowed his brow again and conjured another gate of flame.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

This time, without delay, the gate of flame burst open, and from within emerged a colossal man wearing a crimson-red dragon helmet.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

An absolute being—a physique as majestic as it was arrogant, and a martial spirit even more tyrannical—shattered the gate of flame as he stepped forth, as though he were the very incarnation of combat itself rather than a mere mortal.

“Hah.”

The Heavenly Demon, called the pinnacle of martial mastery, exhaled white breath as his crimson eyes gleamed with intensity.

“What is it?”

He furrowed his eyes at Pride, irritated at having his training interrupted.

“Fight this one.”

Pride pointed a thick finger at Raon.

“This one is the sworn enemy of the True Demon King, Wrath….”

It was just as he was about to explain the situation.

“I refuse.”

The Heavenly Demon uttered those resolute words and vanished once more into the flames.

“Huh…?”
-Huh…?

Pride and Wrath opened their mouths simultaneously, bewilderment written across their faces.

‘As expected….’

Raon drew a faint smile amid the chaos.

‘Just as I predicted.’

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