The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 701

**Kwaaaaa!**

The magnificent arc unleashed by the Heavenly Drive tore through the cloudy sky and the turbulent river below.

However, the man standing at the center blocked that noble trajectory with a single blood-red axe.

It was Axe King Roman. His newly refined [Raging Axe Style] didn’t falter, even before the Sword Field Manifestation that Raon had newly created.

Of course, Roman wasn’t entirely unscathed. Black blood dripped from his mouth, and tiny cracks appeared on his once-immaculate Red Dragon Axe.

“Hoo…”

Raon curled his blood-stained lips upward.

‘He endured the Sword Field Manifestation?’

Roman had evolved his [Raging Axe Style] to withstand the onslaught of Raon’s Sword Field Manifestation.

Although the realization had not yet fully crystallized within Raon, he had felt confident. But it seemed these old monsters truly were on a different level.

“Khuhu!”

Axe King Roman grinned, revealing teeth reddened by blood.

“Good! I can’t even remember the last time I bled like this.”

Despite suffering severe internal injuries, Roman wore a long smile as if the pain itself delighted him.

“You must feel the same way, boy.”

“Of course.”

Raon nodded, adjusting his grip on the Heavenly Drive still tingling with residual force.

‘It’s not just enjoyable.’

Every clash with the strengthened Roman caused both his body and mind to grow.

Even now, his *dantian* expanded to keep up with Roman, his body evolving, and the boundaries of the Sword Field extended further.

The mere act of facing Roman was no different from achieving enlightenment.

“Then let’s start again!”

With a hearty laugh, Roman swung the Red Dragon Axe.

**Kugugugugu!**

The axe’s spinning blade summoned a crimson whirlwind. The entire Label River was swept up in a storm of aura.

“If you want to live, you’ll have to defeat me!”

Roman roared as he charged forward, the impact of his steps causing waves to crash behind him. His strikes, far faster than before, unleashed the overwhelming force of his empowered axe techniques.

The movements were so natural they seemed like one continuous flow, as if Roman had transcended to another level even now.

**Zzzzt!**

Raon twisted his lips as he observed the descending Red Dragon Axe.

‘It doesn’t matter how strong he becomes.’

All I need to do is keep up.

In his right hand, the Heavenly Drive slashed diagonally, while his left hand gripped the Soul Requiem Sword in reverse. The blades rotated with the flow of the water, creating waves of red and blue.

*Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation.*

*Flawless Sea of Flames.*

The crossing tides of fire and frost collided head-on with Roman’s empowered strikes.

**Kwaaaaaang!**

A thunderous crash erupted, distorting the space around them as if the very ground beneath them was collapsing.

The bizarre sight made it seem like the sky and earth were being torn apart.

The entire Label River plunged into darkness as if the end had arrived, but Raon and Roman remained locked in a deadly dance, undeterred by their surroundings.

**Kugugugugu!**

Each time the Heavenly Drive and Red Dragon Axe clashed, the riverbed eroded further, leaving the two combatants standing on the dried floor of the river, locked in an extreme battle.

The scattered river water swirled upward, forming storm clouds that darkened the sky even further.

“It feels like a dream!”

Roman roared with delight.

“I can finally wield the axe strikes I’ve only imagined in my mind!”

As he swung the Red Dragon Axe horizontally, a crimson beam shot along the water’s surface.

The destructive power carried a profound sense of mastery. It wasn’t just brute force—it felt like witnessing the culmination of a lifetime devoted to martial arts.

“I feel the same.”

Raon nodded as he faced the overwhelming force of Roman’s charge.

“It feels like nothing is impossible.”

With every step Roman advanced, Raon’s abilities grew. The sword techniques that had eluded him before now flowed effortlessly from his fingertips.

**Kwoong!**

Raon extended the Heavenly Drive with a powerful step. The clear blue sky reflected on the blade, halting Roman’s evolved strikes.

**Kuwaaaaaang!**

The next clash between sword and axe unleashed a crimson thunderstorm that swept across the battlefield, evaporating the river water and filling the air with a dense mist.

Raon’s eyes narrowed as he watched the Red Dragon Axe sink downward with a graceful descent.

‘I’ve learned from him.’

Just as Raon absorbed the ferocity of Roman’s axe strikes, Roman had internalized the profundity of Raon’s swordsmanship.

Their battle wasn’t just about perfecting their respective arts; they were also learning from each other. This was a duel to the death between two lifelong adversaries.

Simultaneously, they brought down their weapons, aiming for each other’s throat.

**Zzzzzzzng!**

—

“What is this…?”

Helgrum, the North-South Union’s vice commander, trembled as he rose to his feet. The chair he had been sitting on crumbled like dry wood beneath him.

“How could this happen?”

It had seemed like a fight Roman would easily win. If Roman had swung his axe with full force from the beginning, that young monster should have been torn apart and sunk beneath the river’s surface.

But Raon Zieghart had grown stronger during the fight, reaching the same level as Roman.

This was something beyond Helgrum’s understanding.

‘This doesn’t make any sense.’

Helgrum had seen countless warriors even before the formation of the Six Kings.

From Glenn Zieghart, the Sword Saint, and the Black Tower Master to the now-vanished Karoon—he had encountered many with overwhelming talent. But none of them compared to Raon Zieghart.

Calling him a “young monster” no longer did him justice. If Roman faltered even slightly, Raon would devour him whole. He was a monster that thrived on growth.

“Dammit…”

Helgrum shivered as he watched Raon, who was covered in blood but still fighting relentlessly.

‘That boy is dangerous.’

It wasn’t just about the North-South Union’s reputation being at stake if Roman lost.

The real fear lay in the fact that such a monster served Glenn Zieghart.

—

Raon smiled deeply as he pressed the Heavenly Drive against the Red Dragon Axe.

He found joy in this relentless battle. He didn’t want this moment—when both sword and axe grew stronger with each clash—to end.

But the dreamlike moment was coming to a close. Both he and Roman were battered, on the brink of collapse.

The sweetness of growth faded, giving way to the bitterness of pain. They had only moments left to fight with full force.

**Kwaaaaaang!**

Raon and Roman unleashed a massive shockwave and stepped back five paces each.

Each step they took carved deep grooves into the riverbed.

“I’d like to fight you for the rest of my life, but it seems this is the end.”

Roman smiled softly, blood trickling from his mouth as he cradled his wounded abdomen.

“Let’s finish this.”

Raon spat blood, using his internal heat to seal the wound on his shoulder. The pain was intense, but being able to fight properly was more important.

“You’re just like me—a madman obsessed with battle.”

Roman grinned as he rested the Red Dragon Axe on his shoulder.

“This last strike contains everything I’ve learned in my lifetime. *Soul Breaking Axe*. It will take your head.”

—

Roman twisted his body as if the injuries meant nothing, raising the Red Dragon Axe high above his head.

**Gooooo!**

The power of heaven and earth gathered atop the axe’s blade. Within the overwhelming surge of destructive energy, a trace of enlightenment born from a lifetime of martial mastery shimmered.

It was a perfect blend of strength, technique, and spirit.

**Kugugugugugu!**

The moment Roman brought down the Red Dragon Axe, crimson flames ignited along its edge. Time seemed to freeze, with only the scarlet blaze rising endlessly.

Everything within sight was consumed by the inferno radiating from the Red Dragon Axe.

**Zzzzzng!**

The dark clouds that had filled the sky were split apart, revealing the setting sun.

Golden twilight shone down upon Roman’s weary eyes.

**Kuuuk!**

Raon planted the Heavenly Drive firmly with both hands. With closed eyes, he summoned forth the newly refined Sword Field Manifestation.

‘I need to go further.’

As Raon’s thoughts merged with reality, the insights gained from his duel with Roman deepened. He felt capable of containing more within his Sword Field Manifestation than ever before.

“*Sword Realm Manifestation.*”

The current version of himself placed the vast blue sky atop the foundation of his Sword Field Manifestation. *Skybound Realm.* The aura infused into the Heavenly Drive grew even more vibrant.

This radiance wasn’t that of a setting sun—it was the majestic golden light of a rising dawn.

When Roman’s *Soul Breaking Axe* collided with Raon’s new Sword Field Manifestation, all light dimmed, and sound vanished.

Only the clash of their martial arts remained. Their lifelong mastery, embodied in sword and axe, painted an intricate masterpiece in the air.

**Kuwaaaaaang!**

A delayed explosion erupted, swallowing the sky and earth. It was as if the sun, once descending, had risen again, unleashing its mysterious light upon the battlefield.

**Huuuuung!**

The storm of aura that had surrounded Raon and Roman finally subsided, revealing their forms.

**Pukaaak!**

Raon coughed up black blood mixed with fragments of his innards, collapsing to his knees. A deep gash ran across his torso, threatening to tear his body apart.

In contrast, Roman remained standing, seemingly unscathed, his legs steady beneath him.

“Waaaah!”

“Roman-nim!”

“We knew you’d win!”

The warriors of the North-South Union raised their arms in triumph, shouting Roman’s name.

“Raon!”

“What are you doing? Get up!”

“If you die there, I’ll kill you myself!”

The members of the Light Wind Division roared at Raon, urging him to rise.

“This is the end.”

Roman exhaled, looking down at Raon.

“What is the name of your final technique?”

“…I don’t have one.”

Raon shook his head, coughing up more blood.

“I haven’t decided yet.”

Since the Sword Field Manifestation he manifested was born only today, it had no name.

“I spent a year by the Label River, imprinting countless sunsets in my mind. The golden light I captured to stave off death—*that* became the foundation of my Soul Breaking Axe.”

Roman gazed fondly at his cracked Red Dragon Axe.

“Your sword holds a similar hue. It’s the same golden color, but its essence differs from mine.”

He turned to meet Raon’s crimson eyes.

“Your light isn’t the twilight that fears the night—it’s the dawn that raises the sun. Although they share the same golden glow, your light is filled with life.”

Raon nodded, understanding Roman’s words.

“It was as radiant as the moment when the world first began.”

Roman’s black robe became soaked with blood, his wounds finally catching up to him.

“How about naming your Sword Field Manifestation *Genesis*?”

“Genesis…”

Raon lifted his gaze to the sky. The dark clouds had cleared, leaving only a golden twilight that filled the heavens.

He nodded, as if thanking Roman.

“Alright. I’ll name it Genesis.”

“Th—Kuhak!”

Roman tried to speak but coughed up black blood, his complexion paling like a blank sheet of paper.

“Roman-nim!”

“Damn it!”

“Move, now!”

Following the vice commander’s command, the warriors of the North-South Union rushed into the river.

**Kwaaaang!**

When the warriors of Zieghart tried to follow, Roman slammed his axe into the water, creating a massive wave that blocked their path.

“Stop.”

Roman twisted his lips into a smile as he glanced back at the vice commander and the warriors of the North-South Union.

“I was born a man and lived as a warrior. I fought on the battlefield I wanted, against the opponent I desired. There are no regrets in this life!”

His fierce gaze warned anyone against interfering with his final battle.

“Do not disgrace me—Roman Laycal!”

Roman’s bloodthirsty roar carried such weight that even the vice commander could not move.

“There’s no sign of the arrogant child from three years ago.”

Roman looked back at Raon and smiled without a trace of bitterness.

“Victory is yours, Raon Zieghart.”

The moment Roman declared his defeat, the Red Dragon Axe shattered into countless pieces, sinking into the river.

With the last light of twilight, Roman Laycal collapsed.

(TL Note: Mad respect to you Roman. )