The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 676

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Chapter 676

Beneath the frost-laden sky where even moonlight froze solid.

Gooooooar!

A star of wrath ascended above Wrath’s azure eyes.

“Your temperament remains unworthy of the Lord of Wrath.”

Grid withdrew his fingers from where they’d pressed against Wrath’s, curling his lips upward into a smile.

“Do not presume to measure the True Demon King, merchant.”

Wrath swept his index finger downward, shaking his head. The majesty of a demon lord seeped through the human facade.

“I am, and shall always be, the True Demon King.”
“My sincerest apologies, Your Majesty.”

Grid laughed playfully and retreated a step. Even having witnessed Wrath’s true form, he remained composed.

“I told you—call me Wrath.”

Gluttony frowned, muttering that Grid only made her hungrier with such antics.

“Sometimes I envy your obliviousness.”

Grid tapped Gluttony’s head twice, a faint smile crossing his lips. He slowly rolled his eyes, surveying Wrath’s entire form.

“Wretch. Your own mouth spoke it—if I am truly the True Demon King, then I shall exact a price.”

Wrath met Grid’s serpentine gaze, lifting his chin.

“Shall your neck suffice as payment?”
“If you can take it, by all means. However….”

Grid tilted his head with a mocking air.

“You seem to have grown weaker.”

Grid’s eyes gleamed with a golden light, just as they had when he discerned Raon’s true identity.

“Lowly charlatan.”

Wrath’s blue eyes burned with an azure flame. Looking down upon a Demon Lord of equal rank came as naturally as breathing to him. It was the bearing befitting the Lord of Wrath.

“Have you already forgotten how you fled with your tail between your legs?”
“That was because Rust interfered. I don’t do two-on-one odds.”

Grid laughed while drawing a small triangle with his index finger. He still radiated no killing intent whatsoever.

“Even before that, you had only one arm left.”

Wrath scoffed while gazing at Grid’s right arm.

“Well, ancient history doesn’t matter. What matters to this lowly merchant is not the past, but the present and future. But here’s the thing….”

Grid laughed, cradling the back of his head with interlaced fingers in a carefree manner.

“That merchant’s eyes are telling me you’ve grown weak.”
“Indeed. The True Demon King and you are not ones to exchange idle talk.”

Wrath snapped his fingers, and the unconscious members of the Gwangpung Corps and Priests who had been collapsed on the ground rose into the air and gathered beneath the Frost World Tree.

“If you believe the True Demon King has weakened, then come at me. I’ll make you feel it with your own body.”
“That’s where we begin.”

Grid rotated his neck lightly and flexed his fingers. Golden rings threaded between his fingers emitted a radiant glow.

“For the Lord of Wrath to yield the first move to me—such a thing could never happen in the Demon Realm.”
“There is no need to waste words any longer.”

Wrath twisted his jaw to the side. Clear fury ignited above the blue Demon Lord’s eyes.

“I will snap that neck of yours right now.”
“Your head might fall first.”

Golden radiance erupted from beneath Grid’s feet, a light of desire as though all the world’s gold had been gathered, enveloping his entire body like a banner of conquest.

Roooooar!

Above Wrath’s shoulders, standing before the Lord of Greed, a crystalline luminescence settled. The starlit and moonlit expanse of the heavens seemed to bow in submission to the Demon King of Wrath.

The confrontation of the kings standing at the highest point of the Demon Realm tore space asunder in long rifts, and the surface of the battlefield was scraped bare to pristine white.

As though this entire kingdom had transformed into the Demon Realm itself, dark demonic energy blazed like wildfire.

Wrath and Grid drew cruel smiles toward each other from within the black abyss.

Boom!

The moment a groaning steel beam of the Spire fell to the ground, the azure Demon King and the golden Demon King collided.

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Crash!

Wrath’s palm and Grid’s fist met. Golden radiance and frost-blue demonic energy collided, and the space between the two Demon Kings crumpled like paper grasped in a fist.

Despite the terrifying impact, Wrath and Grid did not retreat, their hands reaching toward each other’s hearts. Golden radiance and blue frost clashed countless times.

The battlefield was gouged pitch-black, and the void shattered like broken glass, fracturing into countless fissures.

‘Hah…’

Raon, experiencing the battle through Wrath’s eyes, clicked his tongue.

‘I can barely see what’s happening.’

Grid approached before my eyes and reached out his hand, then vanished like a phantom. The speed was such that it was difficult even to register the attack.

Wrath’s vision shifted countless times as well. The right sky, the left chasm, the building ahead. My vision spun so rapidly it was dizzying.

The battle between the two Demon Lords was so swift that even my Grand Master eyes struggled to follow it—blue and yellow lightning seemed to rain down endlessly.

‘It’s not just speed….’

The destructive power was staggering.

With each movement Wrath and Grid made, catastrophic explosions erupted across the entire kingdom. The shockwaves layered upon one another until the very fabric of space itself seemed to be erased.

The battle raged on, barely comprehensible to my eyes, yet strangely, the movements of the two Demon Lords began to grow familiar to me bit by bit.

I could see the direction in which Grid’s sharp, descending flashes fell, and I could see Wrath erase the golden radiance with his Seolhwa Demonic Form.

No—it was more than just seeing. I felt a vivid sensation as if my soul had entered Wrath’s body and was moving it myself.

‘Is it because I hastily opened the Sword Realm?’

It seemed to be a side effect from Wrath’s entry before my soul could fully escape my body.
Yet for me now, this state was no side effect—it was a blessing, a stroke of fortune.

‘Because I can directly experience the battle between Wrath and Grid.’

Even if the fight between the two Demon Lords existed in a realm so impossibly high that I could never comprehend it, maintaining this sensation would be invaluable for my future growth.
Without blinking once, I absorbed every minute collision into my eyes and skin.

Whoooosh!

From Grid’s fingertips, light infused with hellish heat stretched forth. With nothing but overwhelming power and speed, he perfected a transcendent martial art.

Screeeech!

Wrath tilted his chin with a leisurely gaze as if savoring a delicacy. At his glance, a transparent wall of frost rose up across the space.

Boom!

The wall of frost that met Grid’s light shattered with cracks spreading like a spider’s web.
The shards of frost, jagged and sharp, descended upon Grid.

“A technique I haven’t seen before.”

Grid chanted briefly before diving toward Wrath’s left side. A golden palm strike approached before his words even finished—transcendent speed and judgment.

Clang!

Wrath batted away Grid’s golden palm strike with the back of his hand as if he’d anticipated the ambush, then drove his right fist downward.

The Lord of Wrath and the Lord of Greed clashed their fists and hands endlessly at point-blank range where they could feel each other’s breath.
The horrifying collision of demonic energy from the two Demon Lords melted half the kingdom while freezing the other half.

I watched the exchange between Grid and Wrath without even sparing time to breathe. I couldn’t interpret everything, but gradually my eyes grew accustomed to their movements.

‘In terms of pure speed, Grid has the edge.’

As befitted a Demon Lord with sharp yet light demonic energy, Grid possessed breathtaking speed. His movements alone were so swift that calling them light itself wouldn’t be an exaggeration—even Wrath couldn’t keep pace.

‘Of course, it’s not merely a matter of speed….’

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Wrath dissipate the shockwaves from the collision without moving from his position.

‘He can’t leave this spot, so he’s at a disadvantage.’

Wrath refused to move from his original position to protect the Gwangpung Corps beneath the Frost World Tree.
To think he wouldn’t yield even while fighting an equal-ranked Demon Lord—truly an absurd Demon Lord he was.

Crack!

I turned my head to the right at the sound of something shattering. Gluttony was contentedly smiling as she chewed and swallowed a boulder wrapped in the demonic energy of Wrath and Grid with her white mouth.

‘…Is there truly not a single sane Demon Lord among them?’

To think of filling her belly in the midst of such urgent battle—the title of Lord of Gluttony was no accident.

‘Sigh….’

I shook my head to regain focus, then turned my gaze back to the battle between Wrath and Grid.

“Shall we try something we haven’t done in a while?”

Grid stretched his hand toward the sky with an exhilarated smile.

“A million.”

The moment his voice resonated through space, the frost-laden sky tore open with golden radiance.

Kwaaaaaaah!

Golden beams of light cascaded down, filling the heavens. Each flash carried extreme speed and sharpness.

“Silver Aurora.”

Wrath raised his hand as if to catch Grid’s radiance descending like a meteor.
Frost mist extending from his grasp solidified into an umbrella shape, devouring all the falling flashes.

I swallowed dryly as I watched Wrath’s frost blocking Grid’s offensive.

‘Silver Aurora….’

Wrath’s technique was the Silver Aurora I could also deploy. Yet its form, power, and solidity were incomparable to mine.

Having gained experience wielding the Silver Aurora through his body, I understood how to develop it further. Every breath, every finger movement—all were opportunities for enlightenment.

Chiiiiing!

The frost blade extending from Wrath’s elbow collided with the light shot from Grid’s fist, erupting in a violent shockwave.
All surrounding debris was swept away, leaving only dark earth behind.

Fuuuuoong!

As dust and light settled, Wrath furrowed his brow while Grid drew a faint smile.

“My prediction was correct.”

Grid nodded calmly, brushing off his hands.

“You’ve grown weaker.”
‘Hah….’

I exhaled at Grid’s words. To say I had weakened in this state was absurd.

“The sound of a dog licking bones.”

Wrath twisted his jaw mockingly at Grid.

“Stop flapping your mouth and let’s see how this ends.”
“Even if you’re fighting while protecting those humans behind you, in the old days you would’ve landed at least one punch on me. So it seems….”

A grotesque distortion rippled across Grid’s pupils.

“My eyes haven’t deceived me.”

Raon swallowed dryly as he watched Grid’s eyes. It seemed that this Demon Lord’s gaze was reflecting something extraordinary.

“Let me tell you something amusing….”

Grid snapped his fingers, and a colossal scale materialized behind him.
The perfectly balanced scale gleamed with a deep golden radiance as if forged from platinum.

“While you’ve been squandering time in the Human Realm, I’ve accumulated far greater desires.”
“Nonsense….”

Wrath waved his hand dismissively, as if telling him to stop spouting drivel.

“Nonsense, you say….”

Grid extended four fingers, then folded three of them down.

“Would it be nonsense if I said a quarter of all the gold coins in the Human Realm are in my hands?”
“…What?”

Even Wrath’s eyes widened in surprise—he hadn’t expected Grid to have accumulated that much wealth.

‘A quarter?’

Raon’s mouth fell open in shock as well.

‘Insane….’

According to Wrath, the source of Grid’s power was money.
He grew stronger the more wealth and desire he accumulated, and a quarter of the Continent’s gold reserves was truly an absurd amount.

“You, weakened as you are, cannot handle such power.”

Grid drew a thick smile across his face as though he had already won.

“Weakened, you say? That’s true. In some sense, perhaps you’re right.”

Wrath placed a hand upon his chest and nodded. He seemed to be speaking of the strength of his body and demonic energy.

“So you finally admit it.”

Grid’s lips curled upward as though he had expected this all along.

“The Human Realm was never suited for you, after all. The wrath you’ve gained here is nothing but dust compared to the emotions you already possess. Of course, it’s too late to regret now.”
“No.”

Wrath shook his head, meeting Grid’s gleaming golden eyes.

“I do not regret coming to this world. I have seen much, and felt much. And there is one thing you are mistaken about.”
“What could that be?”
“I am a king who climbed from the deepest depths of the Demon Realm to its highest peak. Do you truly believe I gained nothing by coming to this land?”

Wrath’s voice resonated with noble dignity, carrying an authority that could quell even Grid’s overwhelming aura.

“Hmm….”

Grid’s brow furrowed as he sensed the shift in Wrath’s presence.

“What exactly did you see?”
“The back of a young swordsman.”
“The back of a young swordsman?”

He chuckled and tossed his head back.

“Spouting nonsense, I see. It wasn’t even worth listening to. A waste of time.”

Grid snapped his fingers mockingly at Wrath.

“100 million gold.”

The moment his sharp voice touched the scale, the void split open with a long tear, and countless gold coins poured down.

Crash!

As an incalculable number of gold coins flooded the right pan of the scale, the balance tilted sharply.

Roooooar!

Grid’s aura, already immense to begin with, amplified with each coin that filled the pan, eventually stretching forth with such grandeur that it could overturn the entire Continent.

From the scale brimming with 100 million gold coins, a brilliance blazed forth so dazzling that one could not open their eyes. That light alone seemed capable of annihilating this kingdom.

“….”

Even Wrath’s shoulders trembled at the overwhelming force that rippled outward. It seemed that the more money poured into that scale, the stronger the power granted to Grid.

“Wasteful, perhaps, but against a sworn enemy, this level of investment is necessary.”

Grid raised his finger. The scale vanished, and the demonic energy accumulated from the money converged above his fingertip.
Despite being compressed to its limit, the sphere—large enough to cover half this kingdom—radiated an intense golden luster.

Screeeech!

The veil of holy power that had concealed the auras of the Demon Lords shattered, and the unleashed demonic energy spread in all directions.

“Continuing from what I said before…”

Wrath accepted Grid’s bitter smile with composure and lifted his gaze.

“It was the back of a swordsman young, yet unwavering.”
“It matters not that you have welcomed a divine being.”

Grid shook his head as if whatever was brought forth held no significance.
The moment his finger descended, a golden demonic energy capable of crushing the entire Continent descended upon Wrath’s head.
It was so immense that escape or defense seemed impossible.

“From dawn until night, endless swings continued. Time changed, yet the swordsman did not. The small back grew larger, and the blurred sword path took form. Truly, I learned much.”

A faint smile crossed Wrath’s lips, as though recalling someone.

“I have witnessed a swordsman who does not break. How could the True Demon King fall?”

Wrath brought both hands together. Between the fingers forming a triangle, a blue hexagram bloomed.

“Do you see, Raon Zigheart? This flower is for you, taught by you.”
‘What?’

Before Raon could react, Wrath’s words continued.

“Demonic Incarnation: Frost Blossom.”

That final resonance twisted the world’s equilibrium. Everything touched by the azure gaze froze pristine white. Grid’s demonic energy, and Grid himself, were trapped within transparent ice as blue flowers bloomed.
Grid’s demonic energy, and Grid himself, were trapped within transparent ice as blue flowers bloomed.

Roooooaaaaar!

What followed was a colorless slash. An endless sword dance mocked the frozen world.

Grid and his demonic energy were carved thinner than hair, and the kingdom’s buildings were split beyond recognition.
It was as though the worst of hells—the Frost Hell and the Blade Hell—had manifested simultaneously.

Whoooooosh!

The moment the blade’s dance ceased, only the petals of frost flowers remained before his eyes.

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