The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1278
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Chapter 1278
“At last….”
I exhaled a turbid breath and lifted my head.
“So you’ve finally decided to listen to what I have to say.”
I raised my head while forcefully gripping the Heavenly Sword with hands drained of all strength.
“Indeed.”
The Heavenly Demon nodded slowly and released the stance of the right straight punch he had been throwing.
“This world may seem free and fair at first glance, but in truth, it is nothing more than a jungle of survival of the fittest where nothing can be achieved without power.”
He spoke with a savage edge, as though he had personally traversed and overcome such a jungle.
“Even when the strong commit wrongs, the weak can never question them. I am strong, and you are weak. Your words until now were merely worthless noise not deserving of my attention.”
The Heavenly Demon slowly raised his right hand. He extinguished the blood-red aura still blazing in his fist with an arrogant tilt of his chin.
“That I am strong and you are weak….”
I twisted my lips into a smile.
“There is truth in those words. For now.”
I nodded calmly, emphasizing the word “for now.”
‘It is true that the Heavenly Demon is stronger than me at this moment.’
With a single fist, the Heavenly Demon had nearly shattered the Sword Realm—the very embodiment of my life’s work.
His punch was certainly no ordinary technique, yet the sight of the golden-gleaming Creation Technique twisting as though it would crack remained so shocking that my spine tingled even now.
‘I thought I had closed the gap considerably….’
I’m still far from where I need to be.
After slaying Derus Robert and enduring my closed-door training with Glen, I had achieved tremendous growth—both mentally and in my swordsmanship.
I had clearly transcended beyond the transcendent realm and touched the absolute, so I believed I could now draw my blade against the Heavenly Demon itself. Yet an unbridgeable gap still remained.
-He’s certainly formidable.
Wrath nodded as if reading my thoughts.
-It’s not just raw power either. There’s a difference in the authority of the Demon Lords themselves.
He let out a low moan of amazement that Pride had managed to cultivate such a human.
‘There’s nothing I can do about that.’
I shook my head calmly.
‘The Heavenly Demon cultivated only Pride, while I’ve cultivated your Wrath along with the authorities of all six other Demon Lords.’
The Heavenly Demon had only nurtured Pride’s authority, whereas I had simultaneously developed the powers of six Demon Lords. It was only natural that the gap in rank was so starkly pronounced.
‘But my vessel’s capacity and ceiling are higher.’
It was obvious that focusing on a single power was stronger than cultivating numerous disparate forces.
But my situation was different from the norm. I possessed the Ring of Fire, a body and spirit capable of withstanding the authorities of the Demon Lords. Given enough time, I could unleash the full power of six Demon Lords—no, all seven of the Deadly Sins, including Pride itself.
‘I need to awaken Pride soon.’
I felt certain that if Pride’s authority awakened, it would bring a dramatic transformation to me. That transformation would be connected to the growth of my martial prowess, so I wanted to find a way to unlock Pride as quickly as possible.
The direction of that change would likely be related to Mu’s growth, so I wanted to find a way to open Oman as quickly as possible.
Even the True Demon King is curious. After all, there has never been a being that has gathered all the powers of the Seven Deadly Sins.
Wrath nodded his head as if agreeing with his own thoughts.
Of course, your body might burst first from not being able to withstand the explosive power of the Seven Powers!
He chuckled as if he wished his own body would burst.
‘I’m sorry, but that won’t happen. The System will balance things out on its own.’
I waved my hand calmly.
‘Ah, so it’s your power after all. Thank you.’
I teased Wrath in return, breaking into a grin.
-You shameless bastard!
Wrath gnashed his teeth, furious that he’d started the teasing only to be turned on himself.
-We’ll settle this later, when I crush that pretty face of yours with the True Demon King’s cold fists….
He was raising his cold yet plump fists when the Heavenly Demon spoke.
“Indeed. You remain weak.”
The Heavenly Demon nodded slowly.
“However, because you have withstood my technique, your value as a human has changed. No longer merely the grandson of Glen Zigheart, but now Raon Zigheart, Sword Emperor.”
He acknowledged me as a warrior worthy of standing before him, his helmet leaking a blood-red glow.
“Ha….”
I let out a hollow laugh, holding my sides.
‘Damn him. But….’
He’s not entirely wrong.
Most people call this world beautiful and free, but they’re only seeing the tip of the iceberg.
I’ve lived not only as Raon Zigheart but also as an Assassin, so I know how unjust and absurd this world truly is.
Just as the Heavenly Demon said, the weak are always crushed and trampled in this world.
“Heavenly Fist is the foundational technique of the Demon Fist Supremacy, the beginning of absolute techniques. You did not retreat a single step against my sincere punch, so you have earned the right to stand before me.”
The Heavenly Demon briefly explained the techniques and fist methods he had displayed, acknowledging my swordsmanship.
“Your future is quite promising. It seems you’ll become a swordmaster surpassing even the North Destruction King, Glen Zigheart.”
He nodded his chin broadly, as though anticipating Raon’s prospects.
“You don’t need to anticipate my future.”
Raon lowered his hand decisively.
“You’ll never witness it.”
The Heavenly Demon had a life-or-death duel scheduled with Glen. Since that monster could never defeat Grandfather, I spoke with absolute certainty and lifted my chin defiantly.
“So Glen Zigheart exists.”
The Heavenly Demon let out a thin laugh, as though understanding my meaning.
“He is undoubtedly a formidable warrior—the only swordmaster capable of standing before me at present. However, I will not lose to him.”
He nodded, his voice carrying the certainty of victory in their destined clash. There was no trace of anxiety in his tone. It seemed he wasn’t speaking from mere confidence alone.
‘This is dangerous.’
An ominous foreboding emanated from the Heavenly Demon’s unwavering conviction, making it difficult to let this pass.
“Not losing? You’re not even saying you’ll win—your confidence is lacking.”
Raon deliberately narrowed his bridge of his nose, provoking the Heavenly Demon.
“Because that’s the truth. Glen Zigheart’s heart sword will not work against me.”
The Heavenly Demon showed no intention of falling for my provocation, closing his eyes slowly before opening them again without saying more.
-That one isn’t a fool like Pride.
Seeing Wrath’s silence, I nodded, noting that the Heavenly Demon was different from Pride.
‘No, this conversation alone is sufficient.’
The Heavenly Demon spoke in succession, claiming that he did not lose to Glen and that the Heart Sword did not work against him.
Those words clearly meant that he possessed a technique or martial art capable of defending against the Heart Sword.
Having obtained such valuable information to relay to Glen, my grip tightened without my realizing it.
“That’s something you’ll have to figure out yourself.”
I waved my hand dismissively, as though the matter held no interest for me.
“Let me be clear. I came to this place to exact the blood price of Budnew Village from you—one who failed to manage your subordinates and brought great calamity upon Zigheart.”
I straightened my spine, which had been slightly bent as I explained the reason I had come to Eden leading the Gwangpung Hall. As the face of Zigheart, I could not bow or lower my head before anyone.
“I acknowledge it.”
The Heavenly Demon nodded calmly, accepting responsibility for his mistakes.
“What do you want? Shall I kill the malevolent spirits at the Eastern Mountain Base? If blood pays for blood, surely you’ve already tasted enough of it?”
His eyes narrowed as he implied that the warriors the Gwangpung Hall had killed during their invasion of Eden numbered far less than that. A savage aura of killing intent radiated from him, as though he would bare his fangs and strike if I misspoke.
“I only killed those who stood in my path. I did not engage in indiscriminate slaughter like you.”
I raised the Heavenly Sword before my eyes, refusing to accept the Heavenly Demon’s words. Though my energy and mental strength had been depleted, the resolve to walk the righteous path supported my back.
“Siria Slion targeting Zigheart, the Bearwolf Sorcerer spreading curses, the spirits following them moving—all of it stems from your failure to control them.”
I pointed the Heavenly Sword at the Heavenly Demon’s neck and nodded.
“You must take responsibility. Heavenly Demon.”
I declared that everything was the result of the Heavenly Demon’s failure to maintain proper control, and the Heavenly Sword’s blade emanated a chilling cold.
“Responsibility, you say….”
The Heavenly Demon let my murderous intent pass through him like a gentle breeze, stroking his jaw beneath the helmet.
“Your words are not without merit.”
He nodded with a rare display of goodwill, as though acknowledging the validity of my argument.
“Then I shall settle this responsibility accordingly.”
As the Heavenly Demon exhaled heavily and stamped his foot, the ground writhed as though alive, erupting with violent tremors and spewing blood-red aura like molten lava without mercy.
Everything touched by his aura crumbled to dust. The very space around him was being purified by the Heavenly Demon’s presence.
Kuguguguguguguguuu!
The Heavenly Demon raised his fists from within the churning vortex of blood-red aura. The sky shattered under his presence, unable to bear it, and the earth tore apart relentlessly, unable to withstand his weight.
Kuuung!
The Heavenly Demon approached Raon with both fists dense with aura thick enough to distort space itself. With each step, the world expanded and contracted repeatedly, creating cracks of pitch-black aura.
It seemed as though every law of this Continent was being reorganized before the Heavenly Demon.
“Ugh….”
Raon swallowed dryly and raised the Heavenly Sword and the Mokryun Sword.
Both his physical and mental strength had been depleted by the two Sword Realm techniques, yet he had to endure somehow.
If he took the Heavenly Demon’s fist directly, both his body and soul would certainly perish.
‘No, I can’t even block a single punch.’
As the Heavenly Demon drew closer, an urgent alarm rang in my mind. His fist strike now carried a terrifying power that I couldn’t block even at full strength.
No matter what technique I employed, I couldn’t see a way to evade or block the Heavenly Demon’s fist.
‘There’s only one way….’
Another Sword Realm technique.
My final Sword Realm—the Demon Lord Descent that summoned Wrath into this body was the only method that could save myself and the swordsmen from the Heavenly Demon.
The realm I had accumulated thus far would be greatly diminished, but it was better than death.
‘Damn it!’
Just as Raon was about to grip the Heavenly Sword in reverse.
Thud.
The Heavenly Demon stopped five paces away from Raon, both fists raised.
“Watch closely.”
Yet he did not advance further, instead driving his fist—raised toward the heavens—toward me.
“I shall grant you the price you desire.”
The Heavenly Demon’s right fist erupted with violent aura, shattering my left waist, while his left fist descended upon my right chest with crushing force.
“Huh…?”
My lips trembled at this unforeseen turn of events.
Yet the Heavenly Demon, as though dissatisfied with mere destruction, raised his fists ablaze with even denser aura and began pulverizing my body.
Black blood spilled forth, white bone laid bare, yet his relentless barrage did not cease.
Kuwaaaaang!
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