The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 612

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Jubel swallowed dryly as he looked at the man standing in front of Judiel.

‘Raon Zieghart?’

Raon Zieghart was one of the most famous martial artists on the continent. Even living in this remote place, it was impossible not to know him. He was called a prodigy, a monster who defeated a Grandmaster at a young age and hunted a wild dragon.

‘The rumors weren’t exaggerated.’

Seeing Raon Zieghart in person, his aura and martial prowess were beyond imagination. Even though the energy wasn’t directed at him, Jubel felt overwhelmed.

‘And…’

Jubel’s gaze lifted, trembling. It should have been a moonless night, but with Raon’s appearance, both the sun and the moon rose together in the dark sky. The radiant light from the sun and moon filled the sky with a mystical aura that surpassed mere martial strength.

Just witnessing this from behind sent chills down his spine. It wasn’t just him; every warrior and assassin present seemed crushed under Raon’s presence.

‘Such a man is my sister’s master…’

It was clear from Judiel’s reaction that the one she served was indeed Raon Zieghart. Jubel couldn’t even begin to imagine how his sister, who had lived as a spy, ended up meeting the dragon slayer.

“Nuna…”

Jubel stopped as he called out to Judiel. Her expression was indescribably complex. Joy, guilt, sadness, happiness, and gratitude all mixed together, making her look somber.

“Nuna.”

“Jubel.”

Judiel took his hand, which was hanging limply.

“It’s okay now.”

She held his hand tightly and showed a relieved smile she hadn’t been able to before. Despite the murderous intent from the Sran tribe and assassins, she didn’t seem scared at all.

“Raon will protect us.”

Judiel looked at Raon’s back with a calm smile, showing complete trust in him.

“Let’s wait here.”

“…”

Jubel couldn’t say anything. He just nodded, feeling the warmth from Judiel’s hand.

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-What an arrogant bastard!

Wrath grabbed Raon’s head and raised an eyebrow.

-Only a monarch of the demon realm like this king can make such haughty statements!

‘Didn’t you call me the Demon of Mockery?’

-Mockery demon my ass! How dare a brat who still smells of milk be so cocky!

‘You’re really troublesome.’

Raon pushed away the struggling Wrath and looked at the middle-aged man who seemed to be the Sran tribe’s chief.

“Do you really mean what you said?”

The Sran tribe chief glared at him, grinding his teeth so hard they might crack.

“You’re really going to face all of us? Alone?”

“Yes.”

Raon nodded and stepped forward.

“Normally, I would have admired your courage, but I have no such luxury now!”

The Sran tribe chief bit his lip and clenched his fists, a blue aura enveloping his entire body. He looked as if he was covered in the shape of a human made of light—a shamanic technique known as spirit possession.

“Subdue him and kill all the assassins!”

He charged savagely as if he had lost his mind. The warriors and shamans of the Sran tribe, who were waiting, also sprang forward.

**Ssssss!**

The assassins, showing no intention of retreating, approached with daggers and knives filled with killing intent.

**Whoosh!**

Assassins at the back fired daggers. The darkened blades streaked through the air.

**Boom!**

Raon didn’t even look at the daggers. The pressure of his [Sword’s Manifestation] crumpled the daggers like paper.

“Hyaaa!”

But the chief’s assault was not as easily ignored. His fists moved in a bizarre trajectory, aiming for Raon’s abdomen.

Raon countered the chief’s fist, which generated a vortex of energy, with the Divine Sword.

**Clang!**

The clash of sword and fist resounded like a massive iron breaking.

‘Heavy.’

The chief’s punch was incredibly weighty, threatening to tear Raon’s grip apart. He was worthy of being the chief, but Raon had too much at stake to be pushed back.

**Ching!**

Strengthening his grip on the sword, Raon brought down the Divine Sword.

**Boom!**

Flames erupted from the blade, pushing back both the chief’s fist and his body.

“Huh…”

The chief blinked, as if he couldn’t believe he was pushed back so easily.

**Whoosh!**

Drawing a half-circle with the Divine Sword, Raon created a shield of fire. The tribe members’ attacks, whether shamanic or martial, couldn’t penetrate the blazing barrier.

**Whoosh!**

The assassins, seeing an opportunity, hurled daggers and charged. Dozens of daggers rained down like a storm.

**Whoosh!**

Raon raised the tilted Demon Sword. Silver frost spread from the blade like a mirage.

**Slash!**

The raining daggers shattered, and the two leading assassins were sliced in half along with their daggers.

**Slash!**

With just two swings of his swords, Raon brought the Sran tribe and the assassins to a halt. It was a perfect display of dominance.

“Don’t stop!”

The chief, undeterred by the flames, clenched his fist again and moved forward. Following his command, the tribe members unleashed their full power and charged.

**Boom!**

Their fierce onslaught shattered the long-standing fire barrier.

“Kyaaa!”

The chief pivoted on his left foot and swung his right leg. His kicks, sharper than sword strikes, targeted Raon’s waist.

‘There’s no killing intent.’

Despite the brutal and well-honed martial technique, the chief wasn’t trying to kill but to subdue Raon. Knowing this, Raon didn’t harbor killing intent towards him either.

‘But I can’t be lax.’

Raon stepped towards the chief, loosening his grip on the Divine Sword.

**Whoosh!**

The red-stained blade drew a delicate line like a dream.

In the Sword’s Manifestation, the [Dream of the Silver Sword] cleaved the chief’s mana flow with brilliant flames.

**Slash!**

The blue aura covering the chief shattered like dried leaves, breaking the spirit possession.

“Ah…”

The chief’s eyes widened in disbelief as the spirit possession unraveled against his will.

**Rumble!**

The tribe members replaced the frozen chief, unleashing coordinated attacks of aura and shamanic magic.

Raon aimed the Divine Sword at the approaching techniques.

[Ten Thousand Flames Art: Flowering Flames.]

[Abyssal Cry.]

A prison of fire opened its jaws, enveloping the attacks from the tribe members.

**Boom!**

The combined attacks of aura and shamanic magic exploded inside the fiery prison, creating dozens of shooting stars in the sky.

“What, what is that!”

“Unbelievable…”

“How can we break through that?”

The tribe members, trembling, watched Raon emerge unscathed.

**Hiss!**

The assassins, however, showed no fear or hesitation, emitting sharper killing intent.

As Raon turned his gaze towards them, they pulled out white scrolls. Enchanted scrolls.

Tearing the scrolls, the assassins triggered explosions of fire, encircling Raon and the tribe members in a fiery inferno. The flames reached the treetops, creating a hellish landscape.

**Whoosh!**

Walls of fire rose to the sky, forming a cage-like structure.

“Ah…”

“No!”

“Kids are inside!”

The tribe members screamed and rushed towards the village, where a massive explosion had occurred.

“Good. Now… huh?”

Collin, watching the flames rise, gaped as a middle-aged man with sharp features cut through the flames, rescuing people from the village.

“Who is that!”

A stranger, neither a tribe member nor an assassin, was saving people. Collin couldn’t comprehend the situation.

“Kill him! Kill that man immediately!”

Collin screamed, pointing at the middle-aged man.

“Why aren’t you moving? I said kill him!”

But the second-in-command didn’t respond.

“What are you…”

As Collin turned, the second-in-command’s head fell from his body, replaced by a pair of crimson eyes shining darker than blood.

**Hiss.**

Raon lowered his unstained sword and tilted his head.

“So a rat was hiding here.”