The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 638

Raon swallowed dryly as he watched the old man treading on the blood-soaked ground.

‘Is he really the Sword Saint?’

The Sword Saint was a figure from hundreds of years ago, and there was no information about his appearance even in the black market. The only information was that he was an extraordinary warrior who wielded a blue sword and a red saber, and this old man fit that description perfectly.

The aura emitted by the old man wielding a sword that gleamed like the Milky Way and a saber that burned like lava was overwhelming everyone present. His eyes were black, and his pupils were white, matching the recorded appearance of the Sword Saint.

‘No matter how extraordinary the Sword Saint was, it’s impossible for a human to live this long. That means he must have been…’

Brought back from the dead.

The Sword Saint’s overwhelming aura made it difficult to discern, but there was almost no sign of life in him. It was clear that the dead were being controlled.

“Is that really the Sword Saint?”

“Is he the owner of this tomb?”

“That can’t be! The Sword Saint lived hundreds of years ago!”

Even the warriors were wide-eyed with disbelief as they looked at the Sword Saint.

“It must be a fake, right?”

“Look at that sword and saber! They match the records of the Sword Saint!”

“The Infernal Saber and the Celestial Sword… The Sword Saint’s weapons and martial arts… That’s exactly what they look like…”

People stepped back, stunned by the horrifying aura and the gleaming weapons of the Sword Saint.

“There’s no need to doubt. That is indeed the Sword Saint.”

Delphros calmly shook his head, his eyes regaining their composure.

“This chamber you’re standing in is the true tomb of the Sword Saint.”

“Then his legacy…”

Raon frowned as he looked at Delphros.

“Yes, I took it.”

Delphros nodded calmly.

“The Sword Saint, unable to leave a successor, left his weapons, martial arts, and his own body here. Thanks to that…”

He looked at the Sword Saint standing before him, his lips curling into a smile.

“I gained the opportunity to control the Sword Saint himself.”

Delphros waved his hand as if conducting.

“An extraordinary man remains extraordinary even in death. Fortunately, he left behind some meaningless words, but those are not important.”

He laughed, calling the Sword Saint a fool.

Raon bit his lip as he gazed at the empty eyes of the Sword Saint.

‘I was right.’

The first patriarch of Zieghart created this training ground for his successors, and the Sword Saint, out of respect, left his legacy here for Zieghart. However, the land eventually left Zieghart’s domain and was forgotten.

The Sword Saint, with good intentions, left his legacy here, but the heinous Derus Robert turned this land into a hell, making the once-righteous warrior a murderous specter.

-That’s despicable!

Wrath seemed to understand the situation, biting his lip.

-Humans always criticize demons, but it seems you’re worse!

‘Indeed.’

There was no way to argue. Both Delphros and Derus were devils in human guise.

“Sword Saint.”

At Delphros’s gesture, the Sword Saint bowed to him as if he were a vassal serving his king, showing extreme respect.

“Kill them all. But don’t tear them apart. We’ll need the bodies.”

“…”

The Sword Saint nodded and turned around. A thick scent of blood emanated from his white pupils.

Raon gripped his divine and demonic swords tightly, biting his lip.

‘He needs the bodies?’

It seemed Derus still intended to inscribe false wounds on the bodies to incite a war.

‘I can’t let that happen.’

He had to prevent the war at any cost.

“W-wait a minute!”

The warriors near Delphros’s platform couldn’t even move a finger, paralyzed by the Sword Saint’s killing intent.

Swish!

The Sword Saint’s left hand turned to light. The blue glow slashed down toward the warriors’ necks with immense speed.

Clang!

Raon stepped forward, embedding weight into the divine sword’s flames, and intercepted the Sword Saint’s descending strike with a spiral of fire.

Boom!

The flaming sword clashed with the blue light, releasing a powerful shockwave that shook the ground.

“Ugh.”

Raon’s hand, gripping the divine sword, trembled as he bit his lip.

‘It feels like my hand is being cut off.’

The pain was far beyond his expectations. It felt like his swordsmanship had stopped.

Crackle!

The Sword Saint’s eyes showed no curiosity or malice. He simply rolled his white pupils, seemingly only focused on fulfilling Delphros’s command.

“Raon? Why did you…?”

“Why save us?”

The warriors, who barely survived, widened their eyes, wondering why Raon saved them after they had attacked his squad.

“I know you didn’t attack us on purpose. Now move back!”

Raon quickly shook his head.

“Thank you! We will repay this kindness!”

The warriors quickly bowed their heads and retreated.

-You saved those bugs. How unusual.

Wrath tilted his head, looking curious.

-It’s pointless to do good now!

‘That’s not why.’

He hadn’t saved them to appear kind or because he liked them. He needed to keep as many people alive as possible to thwart Derus’s war plan.

Thud!

The Sword Saint’s sword grew heavier. It was unclear if he had retained his original power as an extraordinary warrior, but he was certainly stronger than Raon at the moment.

Raon took a deep breath and stabbed the Sword Saint’s shoulder with his demonic sword.

The Sword Saint blocked it with his red saber as if expecting it.

Clang!

Sword and saber clashed, releasing dark sparks that spread through the air.

Thud!

Raon stepped back, skating on ice, and advanced again, channeling fire energy into his lower body to execute a decisive strike toward the Sword Saint’s chest.

“…”

Even when slightly off-balance, the Sword Saint fought with all his might. A red aura rose from his Infernal Saber like a divine dragon.

Boom!

The divine sword and the Sword Saint’s Infernal Saber clashed, sending fierce flames soaring to the ceiling of the chamber.

Step.

Raon advanced further into the Sword Saint’s space, gripping the demonic sword as the divine sword was pushed back.

The blue light from the demonic sword split into two, aiming for the Sword Saint’s neck and heart.

Swish!

The Sword Saint’s left hand created a lunar-like aura. The Celestial Sword emitted a strange draconic sound, forming a thick wall that blocked the demonic sword.

Boom!

The divine and demonic swords couldn’t penetrate the Sword Saint’s defense and fell powerlessly. The entire chamber shook from the enormous shockwave, but it was meaningless.

“Ugh…”

Raon unconsciously released his tightly clenched lips.

‘An extraordinary man remains extraordinary in death…’

His strength and agility surpassed the Sword Saint’s, but the latter’s aura and martial arts were far superior. It was commendable that Raon hadn’t been completely overwhelmed.

Thud!

The Sword Saint took his first step. His heavy footstep crushed the ground, moving with the speed of the Supreme Harmony Steps.

The Sword Saint swiftly closed the distance, slashing down with both sword and saber.

“Ugh!”

Raon tried to evade, but the Sword Saint’s pressure didn’t allow it.

He conjured the Flame Wall with the divine sword and the Silent Echo with the demonic sword.

The Silent Echo enveloped the enemy’s aura, erasing it, while the Flame Wall blocked all attacks.

Sizzle!

Raon was pushed back, frowning. Despite erasing most of the Sword Saint’s aura with the Silent Echo, the Flame Wall was shattered by the immense impact.

‘I can’t win this alone.’

Perhaps because he was dead, the Sword Saint didn’t conserve his aura. If Raon continued fighting, his body might be torn apart. He couldn’t handle this monster alone.

Whoosh!

Raon launched a warning strike toward the Sword Saint before turning his gaze back.

“Hold on a little longer! I’ll be right there!”

“Damn it. If I weren’t injured…”

Rimmer and Serena were busy dealing with the Sixth Apostle and the Ghost Sword Master. Rimmer was still not accustomed to his prosthetic arm, and Serena was severely injured.

Swish!

The Sword Saint, with unwavering eyes, slashed down with the Celestial Sword and Infernal Saber. The blue and red lights merged into a storm of blades.

‘I have to do this alone.’

Raon bit his lip, thinking there was no other way.

Crash!

A massive bolt of lightning struck from the left, deflecting the Sword Saint’s saber, while a heavy sword strike came from the right, pressing down on the Sword Saint’s sword.

Boom!

The Sword Saint stepped back for the first time, allowing two people to step forward. It was Kuzen, the leader of the Coman Knights, and Barfil, the Thunder Hammer of Balkar.

Their expressions showed determination.

“It’s too much to handle alone.”

“We’ll help.”

“It’s dangerous.”

Raon shook his head at Kuzen and Barfil. Neither of them was in good condition, and one misstep could cost them their lives against the Sword Saint.

“I said I owe you. This is my chance to repay that debt.”

“I feel the same.”

Both men shook their heads, standing beside Raon.

 

“Heh.”

Delphros crossed his arms and sneered.

“Do as you please. But will three be enough?”

Raon gritted his teeth silently. Despite the situation, Delphros’s words were true. The Sword Saint’s power was still overwhelming. Even with the three of them, victory was uncertain.

“I’m bored of waiting. Let’s move.”

Delphros snapped his fingers, and figures in black uniforms emerged from the shadows.

‘The Ghost Brigade.’

They were members of the Ghost Brigade, a force under Delphros, trained in proper martial arts unlike the assassins of the Shadow.

“Kill them.”

At his command, the Ghost Brigade attacked the still-dazed warriors.

Slash!

The difference in power was stark, and the neutral forces, caught off guard, quickly fell.

“Hmm…”

Raon looked back, his fingertips trembling.

‘I have to save them.’

To prevent war, he needed to save as many people as possible. But the Light Wind and the Sword of Judgment were both occupied, unable to help.

“You need to save them, right?”

Kuzen turned back and shouted to his subordinates.

“The Owen Knights, protect the survivors!”

“Help the knights! Save the people!”

Barfil also ordered his men to protect the others, nodding firmly.

Their words seemed sincere.

“Let’s start. I’ll lead!”

Kuzen roared and charged at the Sword Saint head-on.

Clang!

His heavy sword was light as a twig before the Sword Saint’s Infernal Saber.

“Where are you going?”

Despite being pushed back, Kuzen didn’t retreat. He stepped forward, swinging his sword to keep the Sword Saint occupied.

Sizzle!

Barfil took advantage of the distraction, summoning a massive bolt of lightning shaped like a tree’s roots.

Crash!

The Sword Saint, while blocking Kuzen, raised the Celestial Sword and shattered the lightning strike. It was a fluid but powerful defense.

Boom!

Raon charged with a crimson light, thrusting his divine and demonic swords at the Sword Saint’s defense.

Crackle!

The barrier broke, and the blades stopped just before the Sword Saint’s face. His eyes remained calm.

Raon twisted his wrists, channeling all his aura into his strike.

Boom!

A dragon of fire and a dragon of frost erupted from the divine and demonic swords, breathing mighty breaths. It was a Dragon Flame Slash in the state of the Sword Master’s Manifestation.

Roar!

Flames and frost exploded, shattering the barrier completely.

“Argh!”

“Thunder Strike!”

Kuzen slammed his sword down, and Barfil unleashed a huge orb of lightning.

Boom!

A second explosion occurred, creating a crater where the Sword Saint stood.

“Is it over?”

Barfil exhaled, but a black light flickered within the dark smoke.

“Gasp!”

“Ah…”

Having exhausted their strength, Kuzen and Barfil could only stare at the light.

Swish!

Raon lunged, raising a flaming shield with the divine sword.

Boom!

The fierce saber strike shattered the Flame Wall. Raon raised the demonic sword to create a frost barrier.

Crash!

Barely blocking the attack, his whole body felt like it was shaking. The difference in power and martial prowess was too great.

Whoosh!

As the smoke cleared, the Sword Saint emerged. His clothes were torn, but his white skin was unscathed.

‘He really is a corpse…’

Raon narrowed his eyes, noticing a pattern on the inner clothes of the Sword Saint.

‘The Sword Saint respected the first patriarch of Zieghart…’

If that was true, he might recognize the Supreme Harmony Steps.

Raon channeled his aura to its peak, drawing the Ring of Fire.

Whoosh!

The petals of fire, nourished by the aura, spread and enveloped the Sword Saint.

Slash!

But the Sword Saint swung his saber, extinguishing the fiery petals.

‘It’s no use…’

Waking someone from mind control with martial arts seemed like a fantasy.

‘In that case…’

Raon gripped his swords, looking into the Sword Saint’s sunken eyes with a twisted smile.

‘I’ll strip him of everything here.’

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Crash!

A huge shockwave sent Kuzen crashing into the wall and Barfil rolling on the ground, coughing blood.

“Gah!”

“Ugh…”

Kuzen barely stood, legs shaking, while Barfil knelt, unable to rise.

“Huff…”

Raon wiped the blood from his lips, shaking his head.

‘The Sword Saint really is something else.’

Even with his full power, Raon struggled to understand the Sword Saint’s martial arts.

Even if he understood, the sheer amount of aura and martial prowess of the Sword Saint was overwhelming.

“It’s strange…”

Kuzen trembled, gripping his sword and catching his breath.

“Why isn’t his aura depleting?”

“Even an extraordinary warrior has limits…”

Barfil nodded in agreement.

‘Come to think of it…’

Raon observed the Sword Saint.

‘His aura hasn’t diminished since the start.’

Being resurrected, it was understandable if his physical stamina didn’t deplete.

But the Sword Saint used his aura as if it were limitless.

He delivered full-powered strikes without running out of aura.

“Is he like a lich?”

“A lich?”

Kuzen turned his head, confused.

“Liches can endlessly use mana as long as their soul core is intact, even after dying. It seems similar to that.”

“Does that mean we can’t kill him?”

“That’s not it.”

Barfil shook his head.

“Even with a soul core, there are limits. Using such power must come with significant drawbacks.”

He gritted his teeth, saying it was impossible to use such power without any conditions.

“Right. There must be a weakness.”

Raon steadied his breath, holding his divine and demonic swords.

“Let’s keep going.”

“Hah, no use complaining now!”

Kuzen grumbled, charging at the Sword Saint.

“Thunder Dragon!”

Barfil, still unable to stand, released a lightning dragon from his staff.

“Hup!”

Raon stepped forward, slicing with the divine sword and striking with the demonic sword.

Slash!

The combined assault of the three Grandmasters was met with the Sword Saint’s flashing sword and saber.

Boom!

Once again, he unleashed immense power, pushing all three back.

‘We need to at least hold him off to find a weakness…’

They were growing tired, but the Sword Saint showed no signs of fatigue.

This way, even if they deciphered his martial arts, victory was impossible.

“Huff…”

Raon was holding back the Sword Saint’s strike when a subtle presence from behind suddenly leaped over his head.

“I’ll take the Sword Saint’s martial arts!”

It was the silent observer, the old man with jet-black hair—The Spectral Ghost. He was the one who initially found and opened the Sword Saint’s tomb.

He took advantage of the distraction and reached for the Sword Saint’s martial arts manual.

Sizzle!

The moment his hand touched the manual, the Sword Saint swung his Celestial Sword.

Slash!

The Celestial Sword’s blue blade cut through the Spectral Ghost’s body like paper.

“Fool. Do you think a warrior would let anyone take his martial arts?”

Delphros sneered at the bisected body of the Spectral Ghost.

“Your role ended with opening this tomb. A fitting death for a worm.”

“Ugh…”

The Spectral Ghost gazed longingly at the manual before succumbing to death.

“…”

Raon wasn’t looking at Delphros or the Spectral Ghost. He was staring at the Sword Saint, swallowing dryly.

‘Could it be…’

For a brief moment, when the Spectral Ghost touched the manual, an aura connected the Sword Saint and the manual.

With the Ring of Fire, Raon couldn’t have mistaken it.

Raon slowly raised his gaze to the floating manual, his eyes glinting with determination.

‘Found it.’

That’s the Sword Saint’s core.