The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 701

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Chapter 701

Crash!

The magnificent arc traced by the Heavenly Sword split the dark, roiling sky and the turbulent river waters.

Yet at the center of it all stood a man who deflected that elegant trajectory with a single crimson-hued axe.

King Roman. His evolved Evil Demon Axe Strike remained unbroken even before the new Sword Realm that Raon had created.

Of course, Roman was far from unscathed. Black blood dripped from his lips, and fine cracks had begun to spider across his previously solid red dragon arm.

“Haah…”

I wiped my blood-soaked lips.

‘He withstood the Sword Realm.’

Roman had evolved his Evil Demon Axe Strike and endured my new Sword Realm. Even if it was an enlightenment I hadn’t fully internalized, I was confident—yet these monsters of the old era truly operated on a different level.
Even if it was an enlightenment I hadn’t fully embodied yet, I was confident—but as expected, the monsters of the old era seemed to be on a different level.

“Kehehehe!”

King Roman laughed, baring his teeth stained red with blood.

“That’s great! I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen this much blood.”

Despite suffering severe internal injuries, he drew a long smile as if he were rather delighted. His expression was one of not knowing what to do with himself, so excited was he.

“Of course.”
“Of course.”

Raon nodded as he adjusted his grip on the Heavenly Sword, which still retained its familiar feel.

It’s not just fun.

The stronger Roman becomes, the more my body and spirit grow alongside him.

Even in this very moment, my dantian expanded, my body evolved, and the realm of ten thousand swords continued to spread—all in pursuit of catching up to King Roman.

The time I spent locked in combat with King Roman was nothing less than the ultimate enlightenment itself.

“Then let us begin anew!”

King Roman laughed with exhilaration and swung the Crimson Dragon Axe in a wide arc.

Whoooosh!

The axe blade, spinning with vicious intensity, summoned a blood-red dragon’s ascent. The entire Rabel River was engulfed in a tempest of aura.

“If you wish to survive, then break me!”

King Roman roared with a guttural cry and kicked up a wave. With footwork faster than before, he burrowed forward and unleashed a radiant burst attack. His movements were as natural as if they were a single, seamless technique from the start. That monster was still growing even now.
Moving naturally as if it had been a single entity from the beginning. The Monster was still growing even now.

Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!

Raon twisted his lips as he watched the enemy dragon squad pouring down like a meteor shower.

No matter how strong you become, it doesn’t matter to me.

Just follow along.

He thrust the Heavenly Sword diagonally with his right hand while gripping the Soul Reaper Sword in reverse with his left hand. The two blades rotating along the water’s current stirred up red and blue waves.

Flame Sea Without Seams.
Innocent and unblemished.

A torrent of intersecting flames and frost collided head-on with Roman’s radiant palm strike.

CRASH!

With a deafening roar as if the earth’s axis were collapsing, the shockwave that erupted tore twisted cracks through the air.
As if the apocalypse had arrived, the entire Rabel River darkened, yet King Roman and I paid it no mind—pouring forth transcendent martial arts toward each other’s vitals.

As if the end of the world had arrived, the entire Rabel River darkened, but Raon and Roman paid no mind as they poured their supreme martial arts at each other’s vital points.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

Each time the Heavenly Sword and the Red Dragon Axe collided, the river water was carved away, and before long, Raon and King Roman found themselves locked in an extreme battle on the riverbed where the water had completely dried up.

The surging water rose upon the storm of aura, creating increasingly dense rain clouds in the sky above.

“This feels like a dream!”

King Roman burst into delighted laughter.

“To finally manifest in reality the axe strikes I’ve only engraved in my mind!”

As he drew the Red Dragon Axe upward to the right, a crimson glow erupted along the river’s horizon.
Within the ferocious power lay a subtle profundity. It felt like witnessing not a mere number, but a swordsman who had refined his craft throughout a lifetime.

“The same for me.”

Raon nodded, observing King Roman’s powerful technique rushing toward him.

“It feels like there’s nothing I cannot do.”

As King Roman grows stronger, so do I. The sword techniques I couldn’t master in the Mental World were melting into my fingertips.

Boom!

With a heavy resonance, I extended the Heavenly Sword. The blade’s tip, bearing an evolved azure sky, intercepted the radiant strike.

Craaaaaaash!

The sword and axe clashed once more, and the crimson lightning that erupted swept across the surroundings. The River water evaporated, and thick mist surged into the air.

Raon narrowed his eyes as he watched the enemy dragon unit sink smoothly.

I’m being influenced by it.

I learned the ruthless ferocity embedded in Roman’s axe strikes, and Roman brought out the subtlety contained in my sword.

It’s not just your own martial arts that grow, but you also acquire your opponent’s martial arts and fight. It was a life-or-death battle with a sworn enemy.

Raon and King Roman brought down the Heavenly Sword and the Red Dragon Axe toward their reflections in each other’s eyes.

Crash!

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“What is this…?”

Helgurum, the Beast Alliance Master of the Nambuk Alliance, rose to his feet with trembling hands. The chair he had been sitting in crumbled like dry kindling.

“How is such a thing possible?”

It should have been an easy victory for King Roman. Had he simply wielded his axe with full power, that young monster should have sunk beneath the river waters, bereft of limbs.

Yet Raon Zigheart seemed to gain enlightenment through combat itself, growing stronger with each passing moment, until he now stood at the same level as King Roman.
By any standard he knew, such a thing was impossible.

‘This makes no sense.’

He had witnessed countless martial artists even before the Six Emperors Five Demons were completed.

Glen Zigheart, the Holy Sword Master, the Black Tower Master, Derus Robert, and even the former Karuta who now hides away—he had faced warriors blessed with absolute talent, yet never had he encountered talent like Raon Zigheart’s.

The term “young monster” hardly seemed fitting anymore. Should King Roman falter even slightly, he would be devoured entirely. This was a monster that grew with each moment.

“Tch…”

Helgurum’s lips trembled as he watched Raon fight, blood spraying with each clash.

‘That one is dangerous.’

The problem was not King Roman’s defeat or the collapse of the Nambuk Alliance’s honor.
The thought of such a being serving under the Six Emperors—under Glen Zigheart specifically—sent chills down his spine.

“A rival to be envied, indeed. Both continue to grow without end.”

Beorn narrowed his lips as he peered into the tempest of aura.

“Indeed, just as he said….”

He kept his gaze fixed on Raon, his eyes narrowing to slits.

“Beorn.”

Helgurum gestured for Beorn to come closer.

“What did you say earlier?”

Rimer, standing at the end of the river bank, called out to Helgurum and lifted his chin.

“You said you didn’t want to admit defeat, right? Admit nothing! This is trust.”

He curled his lips upward in a mocking smile toward Helgurum.

“That’s true.”

Sheryl nodded calmly.

“From the beginning, we never once thought Raon would lose.”

She turned to regard the Gwangpung Corps, who merely watched whether Raon was pushing forward or being pushed back, and drew a faint smile.

‘This is true trust.’

The Zigheart swordsmen, including herself, had witnessed Raon overcome countless adversities firsthand.
Trust built through countless hours allowed them to believe in Raon and watch him to the very end.

“In contrast, you seem to lack such trust.”

Sheryl turned her gaze to Helgurum and snorted.

“Silence!”

Helgurum shouted at Sheryl and Rimer, then unfolded his aura barrier.
He sealed the space to prevent sound from escaping, then looked at Beorn and the other masters with deeply furrowed brows.

“Be ready to move at any moment.”
“Pardon?”
“What… what do you mean…?”
“Beast Alliance Master. The battle isn’t over yet. There’s no way King Roman could lose…”

The guild leaders trembled, desperate to believe in King Roman.

“That doesn’t matter right now.”

Helgurum ground his teeth as he watched me.

“That’s a monster. Not just now, but a monster far more terrifying in the future. We must never let him live.”

He clenched his fists so hard they bled, as if determined never to let me escape.

“…”

Beorn listened to Helgurum’s words and quietly calmed his crimson eyes.

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Crackle!

I drove the Red Dragon Axe back with the Heavenly Sword, a deep smile spreading across my face.

It was exhilarating. With each clash of blade and axe, I grew stronger—I wished this moment would never end.

But this dreamlike time was drawing to a close. Both King Roman and I bore internal and external injuries severe enough that we could collapse at any moment.

The sweetness of growth was fading, replaced by the bitterness of pain. The window to fight at full power was closing rapidly.

Boom!

We unleashed a tremendous shockwave and both staggered back five paces.
With each step backward, the river carved deeper into the earth.

“I would have liked to fight you for a lifetime, but it seems this is where it ends.”

Roman chuckled lightly and shook his head. He spat out black blood and tended to the wound on his abdomen.

“Let us see this through to the end.”

I spat out blood-tinged saliva and cauterized the wound on my shoulder with heat. The pain intensified, but fighting properly mattered more.

“So you too are a man driven mad by combat, just like me.”

Roman laughed with delight and slung the Red Dragon Axe across his shoulder.

“I stake the martial arts I have cultivated my entire life on this single strike. Radiant Soul Technique. This is the axe blow that will claim your neck.”

He twisted his waist backward as if dismissing his injuries entirely, raising the Red Dragon Axe above his head.

Gooooooooo!

The essence of heaven and earth converged upon the blade of the Red Dragon Axe that Roman had raised. Within the tyrannical aura of energy that could overturn rivers lay the vertigo of an enlightened seeker of the Way. It was a perfect martial art where power, technique, and spirit all harmonized as one.
It was a perfect martial art where strength, technique, and mental imagery all harmonized together.

Cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo!

The moment he brings down the Red Dragon Halberd, crimson flames surge up along the axe blade. As if time itself had stopped, only the scarlet fire rose endlessly without end.

Everything within sight seemed to be erased in the flames of the enemy dragon’s fire.

Ugh! Blech!

Golden twilight reflected in Roman’s seasoned eyes.
Golden sunset light reflected in Roman’s shrewd eyes.

Growl!

Raon stood up the Heavenly Sword, gripping it firmly with both hands. Closing his eyes, he summoned the newly refined Sword Realm.

I need to go further.

The enlightenment he had gained by bringing his mental imagery into reality deepened even further through his close encounter with Roman. Now, he could contain much more within it.

“Sword Realm Manifestation.”

Upon the sword path I had cultivated, I wove the azure sky. Heavenly Sword. The radiant light dwelling within the Heavenly Sword deepened further.
That luminescence was not the fading glow of a setting sun, but the majestic golden radiance of an ascending dawn.

The moment the Demon King’s Radiant Soul Technique collided with my new Sword Realm, light dimmed and sound vanished.

Only the clash of martial force existed. The pinnacle of martial mastery each of us had cultivated was painted through the brushes of sword and axe.

Kuwaaaaang!

A magnificent explosion erupted belatedly, consuming heaven and earth. Mysterious light cascaded down as though the setting sun had risen anew.

Whoooosh!

The aura storm enveloping Raon and King Roman subsided, revealing their figures.

Pukaaack!

Raon spewed black blood mixed with fragments of organs as he dropped to his knees. His waist was torn open in a long, gaping wound.

King Roman, by contrast, stood unwavering on both feet, bearing not a single wound.

“Uaaaaaaah!”
“King Roman!”
“We knew you would prevail!”

The Nambuk Alliance lords raised their hands high, crying out King Roman’s name.

“Raon!”
“What are you doing! Get up now!”
“If you die there, I’ll kill you myself!”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen roared at Raon to rise.

“The final blow.”

King Roman exhaled a shallow breath, looking down upon Raon.

“What is the name of your final sword technique?”
“…I don’t have one.”

Raon coughed up blood once more and shook his head.

“I haven’t decided on one yet.”

Since I had only created this Sword Realm technique today, there was no name for it.

“I spent a year by the Rabel River, witnessing countless sunsets. I poured that golden light—like a final struggle against death—into the Red Dragon Spear. That’s why it was called Radiant Soul.”

Roman gazed at the cracked Red Dragon Spear and smiled faintly.

“I saw a similar color in your sword. The deep golden hue was the same, but the quality was different.”

He turned his gaze to meet Raon’s crimson eyes.

“Your light wasn’t a sunset fearing the night, but the radiance of dawn that awakens the sun. The same golden color, yet unlike mine—it was filled with vitality.”

Since my light embodied the dawn I had witnessed today, just as Roman described, I nodded.

“It was as brilliant as that moment of creation when this world was opened.”

Roman’s black spear began to soak with crimson blood.

“How about naming your Sword Realm technique ‘Genesis’?”
“Genesis….”

I looked up at the sky. All the dark clouds had dispersed, and only golden sunset light filled the heavens.
Gazing at that serene hue, I nodded.

“I’ll do that.”

I nodded, expressing my gratitude.

“That… *cough*!”

Roman coughed up black blood mid-sentence. His complexion turned as pale as white paper.

“K-King Roman!”
“Damn it all!”
“Get out there now!”

At the Beast Alliance Master’s gesture, the Nambuk Alliance’s vessel captains plunged into the river.

Crash!

Just as the tense Zigheart swordsmen moved to follow, Roman brought the Red Dragon Spear down upon the river waters.
A colossal shockwave erupted, and azure waves surged forth to block their path.

“Stop.”

Roman’s lips twisted into a grin as he gazed at the Beast Alliance Master and the vessel captains beyond the receding waves.

“I was born a man and lived as a warrior. I fought the opponent I desired on the battlefield I chose—this life holds no regrets!”

His eyes blazed with such ferocity that any movement would invite the Red Dragon Spear crashing down upon them.

“Do not insult me. This Demon King Roman will not tolerate it!”

Roman unleashed a blood-soaked roar, refusing to allow anyone to interfere in his duel.
Even the Beast Alliance Master froze before that chilling aura of killing intent.

“Three years ago, that arrogant whelp is gone now.”

Roman turned to face me once more, his smile unmarred by doubt.

“Your victory, Raon Zigheart.”

The moment he declared his defeat with such composure, the Red Dragon Spear shattered into dozens of fragments and sank beneath the river’s surface.

As the fading sunset light dimmed, the Demon King Roman collapsed.

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