The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 894

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Chapter 894

I raised both the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword as I watched Sageomma gnaw at his lips.

‘The quantity of aura is greater on his side.’

Because Sableack had sacrificed half of Mountain as a ritual offering, the amount of demonic energy that Sageomma wielded far surpassed my aura. A direct confrontation of pure power would not be a wise choice.

‘Where I hold the advantage over him is….’

Swordsmanship.

The Ten Thousand Swords technique I had cultivated since childhood had ascended to transcendence, blooming into even more brilliant radiance. While Sageomma’s swordsmanship was among the most enigmatic even among transcendents, if I focused solely on my blade, I could wage a favorable battle.

‘My physique and stamina are superior as well.’

Even with Sageomma’s rejuvenation, he could not match the physique and stamina I had stolen from Wrath. I only needed to be cautious of that newly sprouted violet arm.

‘And there is one more thing.’

If I utilized the elements I had learned through my recent sparring with Glen Zigheart, I could certainly defeat Sageomma. Of course, it would be exhaustingly difficult.

“Buying time, are you….”

Sageomma laughed with a hollow sound, his hand shielding his eyes.

“I have disliked that composure of yours ever since I first met you.”

He lowered his violet-stained hand, a smile glinting with murderous intent.

“I wonder if that composure will remain even after your bones and flesh are stripped away.”

Sageomma bared his yellowed teeth and stomped his foot. With a thunderous roar as if the earth itself twisted, an enormous wave of demonic energy erupted from beneath his feet.

Piaaaaang!

The demonic energy spreading in concentric circles was refined into the shape of blades, then shot toward me. It was a vicious barrage as if thousands of archers had simultaneously fired poisoned arrows.

Phew.

Raon exhaled painfully as he watched the blades of malice surging toward him.

‘I cannot afford to be wounded.’

The wound on my waist where malice had struck was slowly festering and rotting. If I sustained any further damage, combat itself might become impossible, so I had to minimize my injuries at all costs.

‘Full power from the start.’

Raon surged forward toward the rushing blades of malice while drawing upon Manhwagong and Glacsia with all his might.

Kuwaaaaaa!

The flames of the Divine Sword spiraled upward, raising a crimson wave, while the frost of the Demonic Sword painted a Garden composed of ice flowers.

Kuuuung!

The harmony of Manhwagong’s Flame Sea Flawless and Hwa Ryeong. The petals of cold rising from within the waves of flame collided with the blades of malice pressing in from all directions.

Kwaddddduck!

The deception surging from the right crumbled into black ash and sank before the flames of Yeomhaemumgyeol, while the wave of deception pouring from the left froze in Hwaryeong’s cold and shattered.

Thud.

Raon did not rest with mere defense. He trampled the frozen malice and charged toward Sageomma. Circling to Sageomma’s right, he carved a cutting line with the Divine Sword and unfurled a frost chain with the Demonic Sword.
Two blade strikes, sharp yet carrying exquisite speed, descended toward Sageomma’s neck and chest.

Zzzzzzang!

Sageomma snorted as if to say he saw it all coming, and with a sword twisted diagonally upward, he blocked both the cutting line and frost chain in a single motion.

“Slow.”

He unleashed a blade strike while keeping the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword locked together. A massive semicircle was drawn along the violet-tinged blade. The scale of malice was so overwhelmingly vast that it seemed as though a violet crescent moon had materialized before my eyes.

‘Is he trying to overpower me through sheer force?’

Sageomma recognized that the advantage he possessed lay in the sheer volume of his aura, and it was clear he intended to crush me through overwhelming force.

‘Then I shall endure through swordsmanship.’

I adopted a stance of perfect bilateral symmetry, like a swordmaster unfolding a solemn sword dance. Drawing my Divine Sword downward, I wove through the grain of Mugeumhyang, while raising my Demonic Sword to channel the breathing of Baeknyeong Island.

Whoooosh!

Silk woven from threads of flame unfurled gracefully, containing the surging waves of deception, and a cluster of white light erased the fragments of deception escaping through the silk.

Screeeech!

I advanced by treading Taehwa Second Step, targeting Sageomma’s shoulder with a counterattack from Baeknyeong Island, while unfurling Silver Sword Dream with my Divine Sword.

Clang clang clang!

Sageomma erected a thick wall constructed of malice to block Baeknyeong Island, and directly raised his blade to deflect the Silver Sword Dream descending toward his neck.

“Drawing near to me would be an unwise choice, wouldn’t it?”

Sageomma sneered, questioning whether I could endure the malice blooming in this vicinity.

“That is not your concern.”

I ignored Sageomma’s words and pressed forward, driving my Demonic Sword down upon him.

Crash!

Sageomma withstood the full weight of the Demonic Sword, his lips curling into a sneer.

“Then perish as you are.”

He twisted the blade that had blocked my Demonic Sword. The malice churning upon the blade converged at the sword’s tip, unleashing a tremendous explosion—a projectile of malice fired forward like a Heavenly Cannon.

However, because Sageomma’s malice was so overwhelmingly potent, the time required to concentrate such power was extraordinarily brief. By the moment I regained my senses, his malice projectile was already surging before my eyes.

‘No matter how swift or formidable the blade…’

I retreated by treading Taehwa Third Step, raising my Divine Sword to meet it.

‘It won’t reach the sky.’

I divided that fleeting moment and unfolded the True Dance of the Spear Sky Sword. Nothing could ever touch a sky that endlessly transformed. The malice shell fired by Sageomma shattered against the divine sword’s flames, breaking as it crashed against the River Bottom.

Kuwaaaaaaaang!

A colossal pit with no visible bottom erupted from the Battlefield where the malice exploded. It seemed that once you fell into that abyss, you would never escape.

Terung!

I stepped on the bouncing stone and approached Sageomma, unfolding the Enemy Thirty-Six Directions. In a single strike, thirty-six directional flame blades swept across his entire body.

Chiiiing!

Sageomma drew a circle with his sword, blocking all thirty-six directions of the attack. Violet malice melted the Manhwagong’s flames, releasing a sticky stench.

Kyaaang!

I stepped on Taehwa and aimed for Sageomma’s blind spot. His counterattack was fierce, but using the subtle principles of the Flowing Sword, I deflected the malice and clung to him relentlessly.

“Your swordsmanship is cruder than I expected?”

I muttered whether this level would suffice and drew a rotation.

“That muttering ends here.”

Sageomma erased the rotating flames and stomped his foot. The dried River Bottom cracked in a spider web pattern, releasing tremendous malice.

Terung!

The moment malice surged from the Battlefield, I stepped on Taehwa and soared into the air. Just as I was about to draw the divine sword to erase the pursuing malice, Sageomma formed an elongated smile.

“I knew you would.”

Sageomma seemed to have aimed for this moment from the start—when I would be suspended in the air. He raised his violet-stained hand. A violet-gleaming flash burst from his grip, shooting toward my heart.

Chwaaaaack!

Suspended in mid-air, I swung the divine sword to cleave the malice surging from the ground and brought down the demon sword to block the violet flash Sageomma had fired.

Whoooooosh!

I managed to block the malice, but since I was airborne, I was inevitably pushed backward. Just as I tried to plant my feet on a seemingly solid rock to maintain my physical balance, a blade of malice erupted from the wall behind me.

Screeeech!

The flash of malice came from below and in front, while a blade of malice surged from behind. Still suspended in the air, I couldn’t block all of it.

‘No choice then.’

I furrowed my brow and summoned the wind of Garunua.

Craaaaaack!

The Mok Ryun Sword, riding the green wind, burst forth with intense killing intent and cleaved the malice blade that had been striking down from behind.

“An Absolute Sword, then.”

Sageomma nodded calmly, as if he had anticipated this to some degree.

“So this is your true power.”
“Perhaps.”

I shook my head calmly.

‘If he hadn’t known about the Absolute Sword, I would have hidden it to the end, but since he already knew anyway.’

My use of the Absolute Sword had already spread across the entire Continent, so there was no need to forcibly conceal it. It was far better to use it at the right moment and gain an advantage.

“Then let me show you what true malice really is.”

Sageomma drove his sword, gleaming with malice, into the ground. Violet flames erupted from the dry river bottom, engulfing his entire body and unleashing a terrifying aura that seemed to crush everything.

Crackle crackle!

Merely by existing, Sageomma caused the earth to crack and rise, and space itself to tear asunder. It was the manifestation of power on an entirely different tier.

‘That was all he had?’

The malice emanating from Sageomma was so overwhelming that even the Divine Sword’s flames and the Demonic Sword’s frost seemed to tremble. My heart constricted painfully, and a dull tremor ran through my arms and legs.

“Let us begin. No—let us end this.”

Sageomma drew a twisted smile across his face as he brought his blade down in a sweeping arc, like cracking a whip.

A deafening roar tore through the air!

What appeared to be a casual slash split the heavens in violet, unleashing a torrent of malevolent creatures that threatened to engulf heaven and earth. The sword strike’s power had more than doubled from before.

I gritted my teeth.

I unfolded Sheryl’s dual-sword technique, drawing ten circles in the void with the harmonious swordsmanship that targeted my lifeline. I severed the malevolent creatures that clawed toward my throat.

But there were far too many of them, and they regenerated at such a terrifying speed that even with the Winning Sword deployed, I could not defend against them all.

Flesh tore away with a sickening sound!

Chunks of skin ripped from my shoulder and thigh, and blood mixed with pus streamed down. I tried to stanch the wounds with aura, but the malice seeping into them prevented the bleeding from stopping.

‘I have to keep going.’

If I retreated because of these wounds, I would be consumed by Sageomma’s power. The only way I could defeat him was to charge forward relentlessly.

A thunderous impact shook the ground!

I trampled through the writhing malice and pressed toward Sageomma’s left flank, enduring the searing pain radiating from my shoulder, waist, and thigh. I unleashed the Spear-Sky Sword technique.

“How reckless, charging in without thought….”

Sageomma parried the Spear-Sky Sword technique with ease, lifting his chin arrogantly.

“You are like a moth unaware that your wings are burning.”

He muttered pitifully, as if regarding an insect, and swung his blade to force me back.

“We shall see who the moth truly is when this ends.”

I deflected the surging malice and pressed my assault against Sageomma, unfolding the Radiant Sword and the Snow-Wind Sword technique to seize his space and time.

“Hmph.”

Sageomma snorted and twisted his blade. A sword forged from malice erupted from the void, severing the flow of my Radiant Blade and Snowwind Sword Dance. He even batted away the Wooden Wheel Sword I’d fired through the gap, demonstrating what perfect defense truly meant.

‘Has his reaction speed improved as well?’

Since wreathing his blade in malice’s flames, Sageomma had been parrying my strikes with pure instinct. It seemed that not only his strength and physical abilities had been enhanced—his senses had elevated as well.

‘I need to accelerate further….’

I attempted to increase the speed of my Radiant Blade and Snowwind Sword Dance combination, but I suddenly froze. My arms and legs trembled so violently I could barely grip the sword, and black blood began trickling from my mouth and nose.

“This is….”
“So it’s finally arrived.”

Sageomma lowered his blade with his back straight, as if he’d anticipated this moment.

“You have become addicted to my malice.”

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“Still, you lasted quite long. I suppose I should offer some praise.”

Sageomma gazed at me as I held my blade still, a long smile spreading across his face.

‘Yes. Fighting this long was indeed a feat.’

After all, I had become little different from the very source of malice itself.

Having sacrificed not only the warriors of Sablack but hundreds of ordinary people as offerings, the space around me had become a seething magma of resentment and malice—that much was undeniable.

No matter how much Raon Zigheart had transcended, if he fought and sustained injuries in this area, he would inevitably become addicted to this terrible fraud.

“You said you would surpass the Divine Continent Five Regions?”

Sageomma shook his head with a sinister smile playing at his lips.

“You lack the strength for this. This balance will never shatter unless the Five Emperors Five Demons and the Divine Continent Five Regions turn against each other. A new era? That’s nothing but nonsense.”

Had that wretch attacked me after more time had passed, there might have been a chance. But now it was all over. His journey would end here.

“That’s not for you to decide.”

Despite being consumed by malice, Raon charged forward with trembling hands, gripping both blades as if determined to fight until the very end.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Even as malice devoured him and excruciating pain surged from his wounds, Raon’s swords remained sharp and brilliant.

‘This one truly is….’

Sageomma furrowed his brows as he watched Raon fight with the resolve of one prepared for death.

‘Even now, his swordsmanship surpasses mine.’

Unlike himself, who wielded unconventional and heretical techniques, Raon traced a mystical sword path as if combining all the swordsmanship of the world. Had he not increased the quantity of malice using the living sacrifices, it would have been truly dangerous.

‘But victory belongs to me.’

Superior swordsmanship meant nothing if the blades couldn’t connect.

“Stop your futile struggle and disappear!”

Rather than matching Raon’s swordsmanship, Sageomma overwhelmed him with the sheer volume of malice. Like a loach slipping through water, Raon tried desperately to endure, but gradually his strength waned—his speed slowed, and his sword strikes grew dull.

“Ugh….”

Raon finally stopped in his tracks, doubled over, and coughed up black blood. His hands, still gripping the blades, trembled violently.

“So it ends now.”

Sageomma nodded with a prolonged, cruel smile spreading across his face.

“Since you’ve been such a nuisance, I’ll show you a most miserable end.”

Just as he attempted to tear away Raon’s flesh with his wavering aura blade.

Thud.

Sageomma’s trembling hands released the sword he’d been holding, his body shaking as exhausted as Raon’s.

“What is this…?”

As he rolled his eyes in confusion, Raon slowly pushed himself to his feet.

“I could say the same thing to you.”

Raon lowered his crimson gaze and tilted his chin slightly.

“It seems it’s finally taken effect.”

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A heavy breath escaped my lips.

I watched Sageomma’s trembling hands and feet while exhaling a turbid breath.

‘It took longer than expected, but it worked perfectly.’
-Could it be…?

Wrath’s eyes widened as he observed Sageomma’s shaking limbs.

-The same thing that happened to you with the old man?
‘Exactly. That paralysis technique.’

Just as Glen had paralyzed me with a paralysis technique during our sparring match, I had pressured Sageomma’s aura using the paralysis technique from the Heavenly Thunder Art that Glen had taught me.

“P-paralysis technique?”

Sageomma’s jaw trembled as he finally recognized the changes occurring within his body.

“When exactly did you…?”
“From the beginning.”

I wiped the dark blood flowing from my mouth and nose, shaking my head.

“I mixed lightning energy into the heat and cold.”

Knowing that Sageomma would prepare a defense if he saw the lightning energy, I concealed it within Manhwagong’s flames and Glacsia’s cold, sprinkling the Heavenly Thunder Palace’s lightning energy bit by bit. Thanks to that, he only now realized that his body had been infiltrated by the lightning energy.

“You were so overflowing with malice that you didn’t even notice the lightning energy seeping in, but the Heavenly Thunder Palace’s energy has been slowly corroding your body and mana circuits. Just as you targeted me with your malice.”

I felt Sageomma’s malice pressing down on my body, and I too tried to control his energy with lightning energy—and it seemed to be working perfectly.

“So that’s why you kept engaging in close combat.”

Sageomma bit his lips until they bled, now understanding why he had fought at close range.

“Not bad. No, impressive. But nothing will change.”

He grasped the sword that had fallen to the ground. Above the violet-stained blade, flames of malice that seemed to touch the heavens blazed forth.

“You, addicted to malice, won’t be able to move a single finger now!”

Sageomma unleashed malice as if to end everything at once, malice that could erase the entire Continent.

“Ten Thousand Blades Palace!”

His malice spread endlessly, raising thousands of blades of malice from heaven and earth. Countless blades of malice that erupted formed a circular connection, drawing the shape of a colossal palace. It seemed he intended to confine me within that palace of malice and kill me without leaving a single piece of flesh.

“No.”

I calmly shook my head and adjusted my grip on the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword.

“I am not yet at full power.”

I drew up the tyrannical energy dwelling in my liver and wrapped it around my entire body. Ascara’s fighting spirit—a tyrannical energy that allowed me to draw full power in any situation seeped into my mana circuits, pushing back the foul-smelling malice.

Craaaaaash!

I raised the Divine Sword and Demonic Sword toward the blade of malice that surged forth, covering both sky and earth.

Raon Zigheart School swordsmanship.

Sixth Form: Azure-Crimson Undefeated Blade.

Drawing the sword strike that had always brought me victory up to the transcendent realm, I unfolded the Heavenly Thunder Strike imbued with wind through the Neck Wheel Sword.

Shhhhwaaaack!

Three blades converged before my eyes, achieving a joyous harmony.

Flame and frost, lightning and wind were connected by golden lines.

Like the dawn breaking through the darkness of night, the radiant blade that opened a new era cleaved through the violet sea conjured by the phantom of the old age.

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