The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 807

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Chapter 807

“You’re saying what now…?”

Darkan tilted his jaw to the side as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“What did you just say?”
“From now on, I’ll be the one receiving your swordsmanship.”

I stood before Darkan and placed my hand on the hilt of the Heavenly Sword.

“Krahahahaha!”

Darkan swept back his crimson hair and burst into raucous laughter. After laughing for a long while, he abruptly cut himself off and slowly lowered his head.

“Your grandfather prepared quite a satisfying meal today, you see? Don’t needlessly ruin my appetite.”

Darkan gestured with his chin for me to withdraw, saying he’d enjoyed his sparring with Lectar.

“You must be disappointed?”

I ignored Darkan’s warning and snapped my fingers.

“Your thirst still hasn’t been quenched, has it?”

I curled my lips as I gazed at the black blindfold covering his eyes.

“Ha, you’re saying a brat like you can satisfy that thirst?”

Darkan slowly lowered his head. A gaze that gripped my heart tightly emanated from him, as if his eyes had come alive.

“A mere whelp?”

Darkan regarded me with genuine killing intent, making it clear this was no jest.

-Have you lost your mind?

Wrath also grabbed my collar in disbelief.

-Cancel it right now!

He shook his head vigorously, insisting that I could never stop it.

“Of course not now. But….”

I shook my head while barely enduring Darkan’s murderous intent.

“Within no distant time, I’ll be able to satisfy your desires. With a new swordsmanship that no one has ever witnessed.”

As I spoke, I gripped the hilt of the Heavenly Sword tightly.

“What nonsense is this….”

Darkan nodded his chin as if he understood everything.

“You were trying to buy time.”

He glanced at Lectar behind me and chuckled.

“Unfortunately, Lectar can no longer fight. I severed the very will he possessed.”

Darkan lowered his hand, saying that buying time would be meaningless.

“Raon Zigheart. It’s true that I’m interested in you, but not because of your current strength—it’s because of your talent. Once I’ve confirmed that, your body is nothing but bait to summon Glen.”

He emanated a chilling aura, as if he could kill me right now. It seemed his thoughts had changed since witnessing the Heart Sword.

“Then test it. My potential.”

I straightened my posture confidently, refusing to be crushed by Darkan’s overwhelming aura.

‘I feel like I’m dying.’

Though I maintained a composed facade, my entire body felt as though it were being pulverized by Darkan’s tremendous aura.
Simply enduring it consumed all my mental fortitude.

“Are you scared?”

I gazed at Darkan with a subtle smile playing at my lips.

‘Darkan is different from the other members of Oma.’

Though he belonged to Oma, he was neither virtuous nor wicked.
He was simply an eccentric whose soul overflowed with an insatiable hunger for swordsmanship—my provocation would certainly strike a chord.

‘Just watching his fight with Grandfather reveals everything about his nature.’

Darkan had never fought at full strength except during the final heart examination.
Even when Lectar unleashed his final technique, Darkan could have blocked or evaded it, yet he chose to meet it head-on, claiming he wanted to experience a new sword.
The battle had appeared evenly matched, but in truth, an uncrossable chasm flowed between Lectar and Darkan.

‘A madman like that will definitely fall for my provocation.’

Both Glen and Lectar had said my sword was the true path of ten thousand swords that no one had ever walked.
If I demonstrated the potential of a new swordsmanship, Darkan would surely release me.

“R-Raon. This won’t do….”

Lectar coughed up black blood yet grasped his fallen sword once more.

“I… I will fight.”

He told me to step back, forcing his body to rise.

“Huh?”

Darkan furrowed his brows as he watched Lectar insist on continuing the fight.

“How were you even able to stand?”

He exhaled in bewilderment, unable to comprehend it.

“The world doesn’t turn solely on the basis of swordsmanship mastery.”

I shook my head, feeling the warmth radiating from Lectar behind me.

“Tsk….”

Darkan looked at Lectar’s eyes and clicked his tongue.

“He merely woke up. He cannot fight.”
“…I can fight.”

Lectar advanced with slow steps and stood before me.

“My body may break, but my will shall not.”

He overcame the fear that weighed upon his heart and finally raised his sword. Though he could barely lift a single insect, his resolve to protect his grandson was palpable.
Though she couldn’t even swat a single bug, you could feel her determination to protect her grandson.

“Hmm…”

Darkan pressed his lips firmly together at the sight of it.

“It’s okay, Grandfather.”

Raon shook his head while hugging Lectar, whose arms and legs were trembling.

“Please leave what comes next to me.”

“Don’t worry,” she said, seating Lectar behind her.

“If you’re scared, you don’t have to do this.”
“If you’re scared, you don’t have to do it.”

Raon turned to look at Darkan and wagged his finger.

“What?”

Veins bulged across Darkan’s smooth forehead.

“Your tongue’s getting longer, which tells me you’re afraid of my future. So if you’re that scared, I can just kill you now.”
“Seeing my tongue getting longer, it seems I’m afraid of my future, so it’s okay to kill me now.”

Raon spread both his arms wide, telling her to do whatever she wanted.

“Are you truly out of your mind?”

Darkan furrowed his brows deeply.

“Even if someone obsessed with the sword claims to show you a new swordsmanship technique, if you refuse, I can only think you’re afraid.”

I accepted Darkan’s killing intent and shrugged my shoulders.

“…Are you truly saying you can demonstrate the potential of a new swordsmanship technique?”

Darkan’s lips trembled slightly, as if he were about to fall for the provocation.

“Yes. If it’s swordsmanship, I can show you.”
“Only swordsmanship?”
“If you reveal your transcendent power openly, I won’t be able to block even a single strike.”

I tapped my temple with my finger, as if telling him to think carefully.

“…”

Darkan kept his mouth shut, trying to discern my intentions, sending only a heavy gaze from within his black blindfold.

“…”

I too didn’t avoid his gaze, my arms crossed.

“Fine. But if you show me something disappointing…”

Darkan’s jaw clenched sharp as a blade.

“I’ll kill those behind you and make you my disciple. I’ll turn you into a puppet that moves to my liking.”

He ground his teeth thinly, as if swearing an oath.

“Agreed.”

I nodded and stepped forward before Darkan.

-Wait, this actually worked?

Wrath’s eyes widened as he stared at Darkan.

-Did that bastard’s head crack open? How could…
‘It wasn’t just provocation.’
-Huh?
‘I have a title.’

I possessed the title 【Tongue That Toys with Heaven and Earth】.
That title could inflict mental confusion even on the strong, so it must have amplified Darkan’s desire for swordsmanship even further.

-Ugh! So in the end, the True Demon King helped again…

Wrath ground his teeth in frustration.

-Ha, but that bastard will definitely not keep his promise!
‘No, he will.’

Darkan’s obsession with the sword surpassed even mine, and even Glen’s.
A man willing to gouge out his own eyes to glimpse the Heavenly Sword would withdraw without hesitation if shown the possibility of a new blade.

“R-Raon!”
“Don’t do it! It’s far too dangerous!”

Lawrence and Jalec shook their heads in disapproval.

“Raon…”

Lectar gazed at me with his lip caught between his teeth, as if feeling his own helplessness.

But Burren, Martha, Lunan, and Dorian nodded calmly, as if trusting in me.

“Don’t worry.”

I met the eyes of all those people before nodding with composure.

“Nothing will go wrong.”

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I stood before Darkan in the Training Courtyard of the Holy Sword Association, where the mansion and residence had been obliterated.

“Exactly three times.”

Darkan raised three fingers.

“I will unfold three sword techniques matched to your power. If you disappoint me even once, it ends there.”
“And if I satisfy you?”

I lowered my chin, watching Darkan’s fingers.

“If you truly show me the possibilities of a new sword technique as you claim…”

Darkan nodded slowly.

“I will not touch anyone here and will vanish.”

He struck his own chest as if to seal his promise.

“Very well.”

I nodded and drew the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword.
Unlike Darkan, I needed to fight with full strength, so I immediately opened the Divine Demon Harmony.

Whoooosh!

Holding the divine and demonic blades in both hands, I resonated the ring of fire. I activated the Wrath’s Demonic Eye and Seolhwa’s senses, assuming a perfect stance.

“If you’re ready, let us begin.”

Darkan gently grasped Jalec’s sword and brought it down in a vertical slash.
It appeared to be an ordinary downward strike, but within it lay a sword path honed to the absolute limit. It was a technique infused with the lifetime of cultivation of a transcendent being.

‘Ordinary sword techniques won’t suffice!’

It seemed that no swordsmanship I knew would be able to block that descending strike.
Against my expectations, I had no choice but to reveal my full power from the start.

Whoooosh!

I stepped into the True Stance and crossed the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword diagonally.

Raon Zigheart School swordsmanship.
Sixth Form Divine-Demonic Harmony Sequence, Linked Technique: Azure-Crimson Undefeated Sword.

The Azure-Crimson Undefeated was a swordsmanship that poured out all remaining energy from the Divine-Demonic Harmony Sequence to cut down the opponent with tremendous force.

But this time, I didn’t just channel raw power—I infused the two swords blazing with flame and frost with all the subtle principles I had accumulated.

In the Divine Sword, I concentrated speed, lightness, transformation, illusion, and audacity; in the Demonic Sword, I condensed slowness, heaviness, precision, solemnity, and nobility.

Zzzzzzzzzt!

The Divine Sword and Demonic Sword, different in color and texture, burst forth with brilliant radiance as they collided with Darkan’s descending strike.

Craaaaaash!

The sound wasn’t of blade meeting blade, but a thunderous roar as if a mountain had collapsed.
Even with Darkan holding back his power, the energy waves that clashed were so overwhelming that the ground caved inward, and fissures tore across the sky as if it were being rent asunder.

“Haa… haa…”

I staggered back ten paces, exhaling a heavy breath.

“I’ve definitely felt that swordsmanship before, yet it feels entirely new.”

Darkan twisted his lips upward, his interest clearly piqued.

“Not bad at all.”

Like a man obsessed with the sword, he offered an honest assessment.

“I haven’t even begun yet.”

Raon quickly steadied his breathing and shook his head.

‘My limbs feel like they’re about to tear off.’

Despite appearing unharmed on the surface, my condition was far from good.
My physical strength had drained away, and my core was severely shaken from the impact.
Darkan had indeed held back his power, but it seemed he had no intention of matching it to my level.

‘Is this what a true transcendent really is?’

From Darkan’s perspective, he must have reduced his strength considerably, yet the impact he created was this devastating. The wall of transcendence was truly insurmountably high.

“Then let’s move to the second round. This time will be somewhat different.”

Darkan, his cheeks flushed, released the sword he had been holding in his hand.
The Ether Sword. He was only adjusting the aura within it—he clearly had no intention of going easy on me.

Whoooosh!

His Ether Sword bent at an impossible angle no human could achieve, rushing toward my throat.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

The sword technique was formidable, but the aura contained within the Ether Sword was not something I could easily block.

‘Apocalypse?’

No. Not now.

The opening that can contain everything of oneself must be saved for the third time. No matter what, it had to be blocked in this state.

“There’s nothing else to do but gamble.”

Though my martial arts are still incomplete, there is only one way to block that Yigi Sword without using Gaebyek.

Whoooosh!

Reverse Harmony, which erased sword technique trajectories, and Impact Harmony, which pierced through an opponent’s aura. The mysterious incantations of these two martial techniques interlocked like puzzle pieces, drawing forth the flow of a new martial art.
The counter-sword technique that erases the opponent’s sword forms, and the striking technique that pierces through the opponent’s aura. The mysterious secrets of these two martial arts connected like puzzle pieces, drawing forth a new flow of martial arts.

Insight was the key to balancing the dizzying equilibrium between two conflicting martial arts. The faintly awakened power of my Mind’s Eye became the tightrope connecting Reverse Harmony and Clash Harmony.

Whoooosh!

The divine sword with its extinguishing flames and the demonic sword with its fading chill erupted into a violet haze like dawn mist.

The incomplete swordsmanship I had yet to name erased the sword path embedded within Darkan’s Absolute Severance Sword and suppressed the formidable power dwelling within it.

Whoosh!

Unlike the first clash, no shockwave erupted, no thunderous sound tore through the air. Yet the impact transmitted to the onlookers was far greater.

“No matter how much I held back, to so easily suppress the Absolute Severance Sword…?”

Lectar’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“…Is that my Reverse Harmony?”

Lawrence’s lips trembled as he witnessed his own Reverse Harmony woven into Raon’s martial technique.

“He finally opened the gap in the Mind’s Eye.”

Jalec too could not hide his astonishment, swallowing dryly.

The others watched as the Absolute Severance Sword sank completely, their mouths hanging open in shock.

“Cough…”

I finally could not hold back and coughed up blood. Creating a new martial art was satisfying, but the power of the Absolute Severance Sword had ultimately inflicted internal injuries.

“So you created a new swordsmanship using Destruction Technique. It seems the Night Demon King’s Clash Harmony is mixed in as well. Exquisite.”

Darkan nodded his head broadly, saying he was satisfied this time as well.

“To transform crude Destruction Technique into something new with genuine potential for development—not bad at all.”

His lips curled upward in a long smile, clearly savoring this moment.

“But I still have one final move left. If you disappoint me here, it’s all over.”
“I understand.”

I wiped the blood trickling from the corner of my mouth and nodded.

“Then prepare yourself.”

Darkan gave a slight nod, as if granting me time to catch my breath.

“Haah…”

I closed my eyes, gripping the Heavenly Sword—its divine light extinguished—in my palm.

‘I barely have enough strength left to unleash Revelation.’

Revelation—the Sword Realm Incarnation that grows alongside my life. Thanks to my training and meditation at the Holy Sword Association, it had grown even stronger. Surely I could demonstrate its potential even to this discerning opponent.

“I’m ready.”

I steadied my turbulent breathing and nodded.

“Then let us begin the final move.”

As Darkan flicked his fingers, the Deceiver’s Sword fell away, and a blade of pure darkness erupted from his grasp.

‘What…?’

I swallowed hard, watching the darkness-wreathed blade blaze like hellfire.

‘A Heart Sword?’

I had thought these three bouts were merely tests, but for this madman, they clearly were not. I never imagined he would draw out a Heart Sword, even while restraining his power.

‘Damn it!’

This was the second time I’d witnessed a Heart Sword, but I’d never actually considered how to defend against one.
My mind felt as though it were melting white, like paint bleeding across canvas.

‘No, in the end, it’s all the same.’

Even if the Soul Reaper Sword could pierce all things and sever the soul itself, what I ultimately had to demonstrate was swordsmanship.

I resonated the ring of fire to its extreme, drawing forth the rage within my soul to its fullest extent.
I fortified my soul so firmly that even the sharpest blade could not cut it, then opened the Sword Realm.

Whoooosh!

Golden radiance unfurled across the blade of the Heavenly Sword, and the sword techniques I had accumulated in the Mental World converged into a single force.
Ten thousand sword paths shimmered within one light, raising a magnificent wave of swordsmanship.

Crash!

My swordsmanship, imbued with everything I possessed, collided with the Soul Reaper Sword.
Normally it would have been impossible, but it seemed Darkan had deliberately matched my Creation Strike so he could truly understand me.

The light of Creation was swallowed by the darkness of the Soul Reaper Sword. Yet the sword techniques I had honed fought desperately to the end, clinging to the blade of darkness and refusing to yield.

‘I held it back!’

I bit my lip firmly. I hadn’t pushed the Soul Reaper Sword back, but I had weakened its force.
Believing I could now endure, I drew upon my soul’s essence even more intensely.

“Excellent!”

But it seemed Darkan had no intention of stopping here.
He laughed loudly with satisfaction and thickened the blade of the Soul Reaper Sword further.
That madman seemed satisfied with the test and was preparing to conduct a new one.

Screeeech!

Darkan’s Soul Reaper Sword transcended my physical body and burrowed deeper to sever my soul.

Crackle!

The black blade was about to cut through my soul.

Then something no one could have anticipated occurred.

Rumble!

Another presence touching Raon’s soul. The soul of the Lord of Wrath faced that blade.

—Vermin.

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