The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 951

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Chapter 951

Goooooooo!

The Blue Demon King rose from the darkness as if the Bottomless Abyss itself had melted away.

Beautiful yet terrifying, radiating brilliant light yet cloaked in pitch-black darkness—an utterly alien existence.

Wrath. The absolute ruler of the Demon Realm, known as the Lord of Wrath, flickered his azure eyes open within the lost body.

“Where am I…?”

Wrath furrowed his brow as he surveyed his surroundings.

“Inside that Mirror?”

I could recall Raon entering the peculiar Mirror, but nothing beyond that moment surfaced in my memory.

“My True Demon King’s body, at last.”

Wrath flexed his slender, elongated fingers like a pianist, smacking his lips briefly. It had been an eternity since I last moved my own body like this.

“Yes! This magnificent form is my true body! That blue cotton candy nonsense is… hm?”

As I was about to declare that the blue cotton candy could never be my true form, a faint sense of discord rippled through my fingertips.

Tsk.

Wrath clicked his tongue sharply.

‘Unfortunately, this place is not reality.’

I had maintained a spiritual form for an eternity.

Even returning to my original body would require some adjustment time, but the way my body responded instantaneously suggested this was a Mental World created by someone.

‘How did they create such a place?’

I scoffed at the grandiose name “Chamber of Self,” but stepping inside revealed it was far more than that. I couldn’t fathom how such a vivid, tangible world had been manifested within that small mirror.

‘That First Patriarch is no ordinary human.’

Even for a transcendent being, it was impossible to construct a mental world capable of withstanding a Demon Lord’s soul—especially a thousand years ago when chaos reigned due to the Dragon Demon.

‘So Raon didn’t possess such mental fortitude for nothing.’

I’d sensed something amiss from our first meeting, but Raon’s lineage had been abnormal from the very beginning.

‘But where is Raon?’

I extended my perception, but Raon’s presence was nowhere to be found.

Instead, an immensely vast presence emanated from the faintly visible Golden Mountain.

Though too distant to discern with certainty, it felt like a monster that rivaled even my own strength.

‘Should I head there? No….’

That mountain didn’t seem to be a path the True Demon King should walk.

The overwhelming power emanating from it was rare even in the Demon Realm, yet it felt as though I wasn’t the one meant to meet its inhabitant.

‘Where my soul is drawn to….’

I gazed upon the Black Sea spread before me.

‘This sea.’

The place where my destiny resonated wasn’t the mountain behind me, but the dark waters stretching before my eyes.

‘That mountain must be Raon’s path.’

With that realization, I began to understand who dwelt upon that peak.

‘However….’

Something feels deeply twisted.

To him, this world seemed imperfectly realized.

‘He said only a single soul could enter this place once. Was something twisted when the True Demon King entered alongside that Raon?’

Wrath stepped forward without hesitation toward the Black Sea.

“Whatever the case may be….”

The moment his foot touched the water, the black sea began to transform, purifying into a frost-white hue.

“Moving forward is the only answer.”

Wrath’s eyes narrowed as he observed his own feet transforming the Black Sea.

‘This pain….’

A searing agony flooded through his feet where they touched the Black Sea—as if blades were being driven through them.

“So I must adapt once more? How amusing.”

Wrath pressed forward across the Black Sea with wider strides, as though pain were beneath his concern.

He endured the sensation of flesh being sawed away with laughter, transforming the Black Sea into his own color.

“There is no need to worry about you.”

Standing in waters now stained with azure light, he turned to gaze back at the Golden Mountain, growing ever more distant.

“I will wait at the end.”

Wrath advanced across the endless sea, a smile of trust etched upon his face.

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Whoooosh.

I felt the scorching aura gathering in my dantian and tightened my grip.

‘My aura has returned.’

Not a substantial amount. Only enough aura had recovered to execute basic swordsmanship without strain.

‘So the intention is for me to face him using swordsmanship alone, just as I initially thought.’

It was clear that I was meant to confront the First Patriarch using only swordsmanship—not the vast aura I possessed in reality, nor my transcendent physical capabilities.

‘This is exactly what I wanted.’

I had not entered the Chamber of Self to defeat enemies using power I already possessed.

I had come here to grow stronger in some way, and facing the First Patriarch with swordsmanship alone was precisely what I desired.

‘Fortunately….’

I licked my lips as I observed the heat blazing above the First Patriarch’s blade.

‘It seems he’s not employing a powerful aura either.’

Observing the First Patriarch’s aura, he too appeared to have no intention of overwhelming me through raw power or physical superiority.

‘What swordsmanship does the First Patriarch use?’

From what I could infer, the Ring of Fire and Manhwagong were martial techniques created directly by the First Patriarch himself.

I was curious to see how a swordmaster who had created martial techniques so transcendent that even the term “supreme” fell short would wield his blade.

Shhhhhhh!

The First Patriarch brought his sword down from above his head. Flames blazing along his blade began to rotate in an arc.

‘Manhwagong Revolving Heaven?’

The First Patriarch’s opening technique was the Manhwagong swordsmanship he frequently employed.

‘However….’

I narrowed my brows as I observed the First Patriarch’s Revolving Heaven technique.

‘Nothing particularly special about it.’

I had harbored great expectations since this was the swordsmanship of Manhwagong’s founder, yet I sensed no distinctive advantage in his technique.

‘Should I counter with the same Revolving Heaven?’

Normally, I would have dismantled it with a different technique, but since the First Patriarch’s Revolving Heaven didn’t appear particularly formidable, I wanted to test myself against it using the same skill.

Whoooosh!

I unleashed the Manhwagong Revolving Heaven, infusing it with all the profound mysteries of the Ten Thousand Swords that I had accumulated thus far.

‘At this rate, I’m going to win from the very start?’

Unlike the First Patriarch’s Revolving Heaven, which seemed to be drawn directly from the contents of a martial scripture, my technique erupted with such tremendous power that heat shimmer rippled through the air. A faint smile unconsciously crossed my face as I anticipated victory from the opening exchange.

Crash!

My Revolving Heaven collided head-on with the First Patriarch’s technique, and scorching heat radiated outward in all directions.

‘I’m pushing him back!’

Though the aura infused in our blades was equal, my mastery of wielding that heat was far superior.

I drove my Revolving Heaven down with even greater force, determined to pierce through the First Patriarch’s blade strike.

‘If I keep pressing like this… what?’

What is this? Why am I being pushed back?

Despite my Revolving Heaven containing superior swordsmanship mysteries, the First Patriarch’s blade strike inexplicably advanced with overwhelming force.

Clang!

I was pushed back, unable to withstand the First Patriarch’s savage onslaught.

Whoooosh!

The First Patriarch rotated his shoulders slightly, as if signaling that the true battle was only beginning, transforming his sword strike into a Red Flash infused with extreme speed.

‘Red Flash….’

Red Flash was a swordsmanship technique that was both swift and razor-sharp, cutting enemies with precision. Since it was the technique I had deployed most frequently from Manhwagong’s arsenal, I felt confident this time.

Boom!

I planted my left foot firmly and tilted my upper body, unleashing my own Red Flash against the First Patriarch’s technique.

Crash!

I infused my Red Flash with the fundamental essence of the technique, layering it with a heavy sword’s crushing force and a wind sword’s heat-amplifying properties.

Whoooosh!

My Red Flash, wrapped in weighty wind, collided with the First Patriarch’s Red Flash that surged forth like molten lava.

Clang!

A powerful wave of mana spread between the clashing blades, and crimson flames erupted across the heavens and earth.

‘What is this….’

My Red Flash was erased as I watched the First Patriarch’s technique surge upward, my teeth grinding together.

‘Why is he this strong?’

I never expected my Red Flash—enhanced with the subtleties of both heavy and wind swordsmanship—to be overwhelmed so easily. The absurdity of it drew a hollow laugh from me.

Screech!

Ultimately, I was driven back by the First Patriarch’s Red Flash, my Heavenly Sword scraping against the ground as I retreated.

Screeeech!

The First Patriarch showed no particular reaction, as if he had expected this all along, and extended his blade toward me.

Whoooosh!

A small twig materialized above his sword blade, blooming with golden petals. It was Manhwagong’s Flame Blossom.

‘I need to cut this off here.’

Heavenly Rotation, Red Flash, and Flame Blossom were the fundamental techniques of Manhwagong that I used most frequently.

I couldn’t afford to be pushed back after Heavenly Rotation and Red Flash, let alone by Flame Blossom.

‘With a decisive Flame Blossom.’

I thrust the Heavenly Sword toward the First Patriarch’s advancing Flame Blossom.

Whoooosh!

A small tree bloomed above my pure white blade, scattering countless fiery petals.

I wove together the subtleties of Illusory Blade, Transformation Blade, and Flowing Blade with Prediction and Explosive Force, creating a sharp and devastating sword technique.

Fuuuuush!

The First Patriarch’s Flame Blossom collided with mine. Since the fiery petals I had conjured were roughly twice as numerous, I felt confident this time.

But my expectations crumbled once again.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

The First Patriarch’s Flame Blossom was devouring my flames and surging forward.

‘How is this possible…’

I had twice as many fiery petals, and I had infused them with both sharpness and explosive force, yet I was still being overwhelmed.

Whoooosh!

The First Patriarch’s flames consumed my Flame Blossom entirely and transformed into a fiery tempest that crashed down upon me.

Screeeech!

I wanted to evade, but my body’s response had grown sluggish, leaving me unable to slip past entirely. My arm blackened as searing pain tore through my skin.

Whoosh.

The First Patriarch showed no sign of relenting, immediately shifting into the Manhwagong Flame Wind stance.

“Ha…”

I let out a hollow laugh and shook my head.

‘So this is how it’s going to continue?’

It seemed this battle would only end once the First Patriarch’s swordsmanship was broken.

‘But I like it.’

I had come here to grow stronger. Since he was offering continuous repetitive training, there was no reason to refuse.

“If you wish to surrender, please speak first.”

I advanced toward the First Patriarch, curling my lips into a grin.

“I have no intention of stopping, even in death.”

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Thud-thud-thud-thud!

I was driven backward, my heavy footsteps etching deep marks into the Sparring Arena floor.

‘I cannot win a single exchange.’

Though I had clashed blades with the First Patriarch countless times, I had yet to achieve even a single victory.

‘It’s not because of a lack of technique or the quantity of aura.’

The First Patriarch was currently displaying swordsmanship suited to his own level. Since I wasn’t losing in strength or mastery, the continuous defeats left me bewildered.

‘Why am I losing?’

I had strengthened the same swordsmanship even further, yet I couldn’t penetrate the First Patriarch’s blade. The frustration was mounting.

‘What’s the difference?’

Though exasperated, the First Patriarch offered no guidance. He merely prepared for the next technique with serene eyes.

‘Falling Sun, perhaps.’

This time, the First Patriarch unleashed Falling Sun—a blade strike that descended abruptly, like the evening sun dropping beyond the horizon.

I mirrored his Falling Sun, weaving within it the subtleties of both heavy and swift blade techniques.

Clang!

The moment my blade met the First Patriarch’s, I was hurled backward violently.

‘Twenty times. Or more?’

Counting only the times I’d been driven back by Falling Sun, it already exceeded twenty. Had the First Patriarch wished it, I would surely be dead by now.

‘Next is Red Flash….’

I bit my lip as I watched the First Patriarch prepare to unleash Red Flash.

‘No combination has ever stopped him.’

The number of times I’d clashed with the First Patriarch’s Red Flash far exceeded those of Falling Sun. By now, I felt I’d exhausted every combination of technique subtleties.

‘If there’s no way forward regardless….’

Should I simply mirror him?

Since blocking the First Patriarch proved impossible, perhaps mimicking his movements would help me grasp the essence of his technique.

Whoooooosh!

I resonated the ring of fire with intensity, maximizing only the subtle essence that the Heavenly Sword originally possessed.

Ching!

When the First Patriarch’s Heavenly Sword and my own clashed at the center of the Training Ground, the sand mountain trembled as if it would collapse.

“Huh…?”

Raon’s eyes widened as he watched the Heavenly Sword holding its own against the First Patriarch’s blade.

‘What is this?’

Why wasn’t I being pushed back?

Unlike when I recklessly packed in various essences, my Heavenly Sword didn’t yield an inch to the First Patriarch’s sword strike.

‘It doesn’t work when I fill it completely, but it does when I deploy it normally… Ah!’

My lips trembled as I watched the flames burning at the sword’s edge.

‘Filling it completely isn’t always better.’

Just because I was learning the Thousand Swords didn’t mean I could pack every essence into every technique.

Each sword technique must have a limit to the total amount of martial essence it could contain, and it seemed I had been forcing too much into each one every time.

‘The vessel overflowed.’

Trying to fit an entire pizza onto a palm-sized plate would naturally cause it to spill over the sides.

‘Now that I think about it, Grandfather never tried to cram in an unlimited amount either.’

Glen could infuse Heavenly Thunder into the Spear Palace Sword and created a new technique called Spear Palace Heavenly Thunder.

Since each technique possessed its own distinct color, it was clearly to avoid damaging the technique’s unique character by packing too many essences into it at once.

Whoooosh!

The First Patriarch unleashed a spinning blade technique, flames rotating like a waterwheel along his sword’s edge as they descended toward my neck.

‘Let me try this once more.’

I mirrored the First Patriarch’s spinning technique, channeling only rotational force, speed, and raw power into my own blade strike.

Kuwaaaaang!

The fierce sparks erupting between our violently spinning blades clashed savagely, scorching the sand of the Training Ground.

‘As I thought….’

I nodded as I observed my own blade strike holding its own against the First Patriarch’s spinning technique.

‘That was it.’

I had been overloading my nearly perfected swordsmanship with too many elements, which only diminished its completeness.

Sensory-based sword techniques like the Mad Sword or the Snow Wind Sword Form, which had many gaps, could accommodate numerous subtleties, but pouring too much into a perfected technique would only corrupt it.

“….”

For the first time, a faint smile appeared at the corner of the First Patriarch’s lips. As he nodded as if to confirm that was the correct answer, the Golden Mountain filled with golden sand began to fade into darkness.

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