TRAIGS - Chapter 754

Tugui swallowed dryly as he stared at Raon, who had suddenly appeared and split the Mara Lord’s body into three pieces.

‘Amon?’

The fighter once called the Black Fox—Amon—killing the Mara Lord so suddenly was beyond belief.

Tugui himself had summoned Amon and confirmed his strength and aura. The situation felt unreal, leaving his mind blank.

‘The twin swords of flame and frost… Wait.’

Tugui trembled as he saw the two blazing swords in Raon’s hands.

‘Those swords—!’

It was said that when Raon Zieghart opened his sword domain, a divine sword wreathed in flame and a demonic sword condensed with frost would manifest.

Looking up, he could see a sun and moon hanging in the arena’s ceiling.

There was no doubt. The fighter known as Amon was the Usurper Raon Zieghart.

“Raon Zieghart!”

The White Demon Swordmaster bit his lip so hard it bled as he realized Raon’s true identity.

“Tugui! Did you betray us?!”

He drew his long sword, pointing it at both Raon and Tugui.

“You fool! Can’t you see what’s happening?”

Tugui scowled and gestured to the arena, which had descended into chaos as if a riot had broken out.

“It doesn’t matter where the information leaked from right now.”

Grinding his teeth, he glared fiercely at Raon.

“The only way to resolve this is to take down that arrogant brat.”

Tugui grabbed the crimson greatsword hanging on the wall, determined to finish this quickly.

“Hm…”

The White Demon Swordmaster also discarded his suspicions of Tugui and drew his black-stained sword.

[Don’t move just yet.]

Tugui sent an aura message to the White Demon Swordmaster while keeping his focus on Raon.

[The Mara Lord will revive soon.]

The Mara Lord, with his body infused with dark energy, wouldn’t die from just being cut down. They needed to distract Raon so the Mara Lord could ambush him when he revived.

“Kill those Zieghart brats! Leave no one alive—kill them all!”

Tugui stomped the ground fiercely, roaring at his subordinates in the arena.

“You move, too!”

The White Demon Swordmaster ordered his White Demon Division to attack the Light Wind Division.

“Tear them apart!”

The enraged command echoed through the arena as the Black Tower’s demons also charged toward the Light Wind Division.

Rumble!

A massive wave of enemies surged toward the Light Wind Division, resembling a black tidal wave.

“Raon Zieghart.”

Tugui tilted his chin toward Raon, his voice mocking.

“If you stay still like that, all your underlings will die.”

He sneered, attempting to provoke Raon.

“My underlings?”

Raon chuckled as if the idea was absurd.

“You’re just as arrogant as they say.”

Tugui’s face turned red with anger at Raon’s taunt, but he forced himself to stay calm.

‘Any moment now.’

The Mara Lord’s corpse, which Raon had struck down, began to twitch. Just a bit more time, and he would revive to catch Raon off guard.

“How did you even find this place?”

The White Demon Swordmaster also tried to stall, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Raon.

“By looking at a map.”

Raon wiggled his fingers as if the answer were obvious.

“Raon Zieghart!”

“Die!”

Tugui and the White Demon Swordmaster struck simultaneously, unleashing slashes imbued with their enraged aura, aiming for Raon’s neck and heart.

Clang!

Raon crossed his twin swords, effortlessly severing their combined strikes.

“You’re holding back.”

Lowering his swords, he shook his head.

“Is it because of the one behind me?”

Smirking as if he knew everything, Raon stomped on the twitching corpse of the Mara Lord.

Boom!

The Mara Lord’s body, attempting to revive, was crushed and scattered to pieces.

“Sorry, but that thing won’t be reviving.”

“W-What nonsense are you spouting?!”

Tugui’s eyes widened in shock.

“I’ve fought the Black Tower plenty of times. I didn’t just target the body—I crushed the soul, too.”

Mocking the Mara Lord’s lifeless corpse, Raon revealed his crimson eyes, glowing like the sun.

“The Mara Lord ends here.”

—

Raon curled his lips as he looked at the Mara Lord’s corpse, now reduced to its human form.

‘It worked perfectly.’

Black Tower demons often used dark energy, malice, and demonic aura to revive even if their heads were severed or hearts destroyed.

Knowing this, Raon had used ‘Divine-Demonic Harmony’ to combine his strikes with the ‘Beast King Ogram’s Fierce Sea Art’.

If the Mara Lord had reached Transcendence, it wouldn’t have been enough, but as a Grandmaster, his life was easily snuffed out.

-Your brain really does work frighteningly well.

Wrath let out a puff of air in reluctant admiration.

“There’s still two of us! If we kill you in one go, it’s over!”

Tugui slammed his greatsword into the ground while the White Demon Swordmaster leapt upward, thrusting his long sword down.

Rumble!

As their devastating strikes closed in on Raon, a thick green wind erupted to form a barrier.

Whoosh!

The wall of wind suppressed their attacks, dispersing them as if they had never existed.

“No, you’ve got it wrong.”

Rimmer ascended to the viewing platform, clicking his tongue.

“It’s not two against one—it’s two against two.”

He twirled his sword playfully and added with a smirk.

“You grasshopper….”

The White Demon Swordmaster bit his lip as if he recognized Rimmer.

“You’re still like a grasshopper. It’s a miracle you can even move those arms and legs.”

Rimmer casually spread his hand, as if greeting an old friend.

“Hey, Leader.”

He stepped back beside Raon and wiggled his fingers.

“Want to bet 100 gold coins on who gets the first kill?”

“Sounds good.”

Raon nodded while standing in front of Tugui.

“Haa…”

Tugui let out a hollow laugh of disbelief.

“A brat who wasn’t even born when I founded this kingdom dares!”

The veins on his forehead bulged with anger.

“I’ll show you why they call me Tugui!”

“Because you’re mad about money?”

“Mad about money and battle!”

Tugui slung the greatsword onto his shoulder and stomped the ground. The marble floor of the viewing platform erupted like ocean waves, obscuring the view.

Rumble!

Raon watched the oncoming wave of marble rubble, but his focus shifted as Tugui slashed down from the left.

‘He’s not a fool.’

Knowing that Tugui wouldn’t rely on obvious attacks, Raon didn’t flinch. Instead, he pivoted his left ankle.

Thud!

Shifting his weight onto his big toe, he swung both his divine sword and demonic sword upward simultaneously.

Boom!

As Raon’s swords clashed head-on with Tugui’s greatsword, an immense shockwave exploded, causing the left side of the viewing platform to crumble entirely.

Crash!

Raon used the falling steel beams as footholds and slashed at Tugui with a spiraling attack.

Frost erupted from his demonic sword, its razor-sharp edge shooting straight for Tugui’s heart.

“Hmph!”

Tugui deflected it easily by angling the flat of his greatsword.

‘As expected.’

Raon clicked his tongue as Tugui’s greatsword descended.

‘He’s predictable.’

Swordsmen wielding greatswords often defended with the flat of their blades rather than the edge, and Tugui was no exception.

‘This is my chance.’

Raon used ‘Supreme Harmony Steps’, derived from the White Demon Division’s techniques, to close the gap between them.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Tugui, a seasoned Grandmaster, quickly regained his posture, but Raon had already invaded his space.

Rumble!

Frost and wind intertwined as Raon unleashed a ‘Frost Pond’ strike, infused with the gale of ‘Light Wind Style’.

The accelerated blades relentlessly battered Tugui’s greatsword.

“Guh!”

Tugui gritted his teeth and tried to shift to offense, but Raon gave him no opening.

‘I have to keep pushing.’

Raon followed with relentless strikes using ‘Supreme Harmony Steps’ to prevent Tugui from regaining his balance.

Boom! Boom!

Tugui had no choice but to defend as he fell back toward the arena floor, unable to counter.

“You’re not done yet.”

Raon’s cold voice echoed as he struck Tugui’s hardened aura barrier with ‘Snowflower Swordsmanship’ and ‘Fangs of Insanity’.

“Grr…”

Tugui’s lips trembled as he continued to be pushed back.

‘What the hell is this kid…?’

His attacks had no gaps!

He hadn’t underestimated Raon—far from it. Yet he couldn’t launch a single counterattack. The blazing sword and the frosty sword intertwined like gears, leaving no chance to breathe.

The name “Tugui” felt embarrassing.

‘Still, I must endure!’

He couldn’t die here!

He hadn’t even spent the money he’d accumulated yet. He would crawl out alive if he had to.

‘No matter how tough it is, there’s always a solution.’

His true strength wasn’t his sword—it was his ‘eyes’.

With his treasure-hunting eyes, he could analyze the flow of his opponent’s sword techniques. Given time, victory would be his.

Sizzle!

Ignoring the wounds accumulating on his body, Tugui focused all his senses on Raon’s attacks.

By watching carefully, the patterns and nuances of Raon’s swordsmanship began to reveal themselves.

Clang!

Tugui finally found a gap and thrust his greatsword into it.

Bang!

For the first time, Raon was forced to retreat. His attack had landed.

“Now it’s finally—huh?”

Tugui smirked with dry lips, ready to press his attack.

Screech!

Raon’s swordplay suddenly changed. Where there had been only speed and power, now flowed precision, rhythm, and overwhelming authority.

Whoosh!

The intensity of the shift was blinding, and Tugui was pushed back again, unable to adapt.

“W-What is this…?”

Tugui’s eyes trembled with disbelief.

“You’re not tired already, are you?”

Raon tilted his chin and smirked faintly.

“I still have a lot of sword techniques I want to test out.”

“You… you insolent brat!”

Tugui charged forward, masking his despair with fury. His blood-red greatsword exploded with aura as he unleashed ‘Spear-Thunder Strike’, a secret technique from the ‘Ten Heavy Spear Sword’.

‘Heavy sword, destructive sword, overwhelming sword…’

In an instant, Raon understood the essence of Tugui’s technique. Twisting his waist to the left, he infused both his swords with deep aura from his middle dantian and unleashed ‘Mystic Soul Sword’.

From within that technique, he performed ‘Cloudborne Suppression’.

The cloud-like aura weighed down Tugui’s Spear-Thunder Strike, wrapping around his entire body.

Slash!

As Raon tilted his divine sword downward, blood sprayed from Tugui’s vital point.

“Ugh…”

Tugui dropped his greatsword and collapsed to his knees on the sandy ground.

“N-No… This can’t…”

His body trembled as if rejecting the reality of his defeat, before he fell backward, lifeless.

“Tsk.”

Raon clicked his tongue as he looked at Tugui’s corpse.

“I told you to last a bit longer.”

It was rare to meet an opponent with such adaptability, and it was a shame he hadn’t been able to test all of his sword techniques.

-Are you really human?

Wrath’s eyes widened in disbelief.

‘Why?’

-You’re just a sword-crazed angel!

Wrath grumbled, muttering that Raon was unlike any human he had ever seen.

‘Stop insulting me.’

Raon flicked Wrath’s forehead, knowing that being called an angel wasn’t a compliment.

“N-No way… Tugui was defeated that easily?”

“This doesn’t make sense… That’s Raon Zieghart?”

“The rumors didn’t do him justice. He’s a monster!”

Tugui’s subordinates shivered as if trapped in a nightmare, sweat pouring from their faces.

“Raon Zieghart…”

“He’s nearly at Transcendence, just as the rumors said.”

“A swordsman like Tugui, overwhelmed by pure swordsmanship…”

Even the spectators who hadn’t managed to escape the arena gawked in stunned silence.

“Haa…”

Raon let out a shallow breath. Facing both Tugui and the Mara Lord, Grandmasters, had only taken a slight toll on his breathing.

‘It seems I’ve gotten stronger during my training with the family head.’

He hadn’t noticed much growth, but now it was clear he had improved significantly.

‘Not bad.’

Raon rifled through Tugui’s belongings and retrieved the sword manual and the necklace shrouded in white mist—the items from today’s transaction.

The sword was still in the viewing platform, likely untouched.

“’Holy Martial Sword Manual’…”

Just as he was about to examine the manual, a massive explosion erupted from the viewing platform.

Boom!

It was Rimmer and the White Demon Swordmaster. Their swords clashed violently, conjuring black thunderclouds in the air.

“Just die already! It’s over on this side!”

Rimmer grumbled, unleashing a thunder-infused strike.

“Shut up!”

The White Demon Swordmaster’s already pale complexion turned even whiter as he countered with his long sword.

Thanks to his unnaturally long limbs, his swordsmanship bent in unpredictable directions, as though the sword moved freely in the air.

‘That grasshopper…’

Raon licked his lips as he watched the White Demon Swordmaster.

‘Now this looks worth fighting.’

Infusing aura into his divine and demonic swords, Raon leaped toward the viewing platform.

“Huh?”

“Raon Zieghart?”

Rimmer and the White Demon Swordmaster both widened their eyes at his sudden appearance.

“I’ll take it from here.”

Raon tilted his chin toward the White Demon Swordmaster.

“Hey! I’m not done yet. Let me—”

“You lost the bet, didn’t you? I won’t take your 100 gold.”

“Deal!”

Rimmer retreated instantly without hesitation, his priorities clear.

-Wow…

Wrath scowled as Raon eagerly prepared to fight.

-If you were this excited, you should’ve fought that demon earlier instead of ambushing him!

‘He wasn’t a swordsman.’

-Are you…

Wrath leaned closer and tilted his head.

-Are you planning to quit Zieghart and join the Holy Sword Alliance?

‘…….’