The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

? Did you just say Holline?”

Rokan’s eyes widened upon hearing the name Holline.

“N-Nonsense! Holline is at the highest rank of Expert! It’s impossible for a seventeen-year-old boy to win against him, even if he is a genius!”

“Raon can win.”

“Runaan, the difference in level can’t be…”

“Raon can win.”

“No, even if they are both experts, they are still…”

“Raon can win.”

Runaan nodded, her purple eyes brilliantly sparkling.
It looked like she would believe it if people told her Raon killed a dragon.

‘Argh…’

He couldn’t understand how his precious daughter was so head over heels for Raon.

“Th-Then, do you want to make a bet with your father?”

Rokan raised his index finger, thinking that he could turn it into his opportunity.

“A bet?”

“Yes.
I’ll show you how important the difference in levels is.
Come this way.”

Rokan went towards the left side of the training ground with Runaan.

“Papa is going to limit my power to exactly half a level higher than yours.”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll give you a present if you manage to connect a single attack.”

“A present…”

Runaan’s eyes sparkled upon hearing the word present.
She had to be thinking about ice cream.

“On the other hand, if you don’t manage to land a single attack, you will forget about Raon from now on and focus on Papa’s lesson.
Understand?”

“Mhm.”

Runaan immediately nodded.
She drew her sword, urging him to begin.

“Let’s begin!”

Rokan announced the start, but Runaan didn’t attack him right away.
She lowered her posture with a clear resolution in her purple eyes.

‘Oh, pretty good.’

He knew she had grown up, but he didn’t know she even learned to be patient like that.
He was proud of his daughter.

“Here I go.”

Runaan warned him and extended her right leg backwards.
She violently kicked the ground, like a mountain goat climbing a cliff, and leaped forward.

“Gasp!”

Because of her lightning speed from riding the ice, shivers ran throughout his body and his hand flinched.

‘This is…’

It was the charging technique of the Katam jungle’s guardian.
The chieftain’s technique allowed her to freely change her direction while moving at the speed of light, and Runaan was perfectly reenacting her technique.

‘I can’t block it with my current level.’

He wasn’t confident he could perfectly stop her charge with the level he promised Runaan he would keep.

“Huff!”

Although he could easily stop her if he used more power, he couldn’t cheat against his daughter.
He defended himself with what he promised her.

Wham!

Runaan brushed past him, ripping Rokan’s sleeve slightly.

“Runaan…”

Rokan gasped as he looked at his sleeve.
He was so impressed at the fact that his daughter had learned such a technique, on top of her overall growth, that he could cry.

“That was amazing! That was a great mastery of the chieftain ’s technique, the Guardian of Katam Jungle!”

Rokan was shedding tears of joy, forgetting about Raon for a moment, but he froze as soon as he heard Runaan’s response.

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“I wanted to help Raon.”

“H-Help Raon?”

“Mhm.”

Runaan nodded, gesturing that it was obvious.

“R-Raon.
Raon Zieghart…”

Rokan’s shoulder and arm trembled as he murmured Raon’s name.

“I can’t stand it anymore!”

He kicked the ground, immediately trying to run towards Raon.

“I’m going to beat the crap out of that child!”

“Hey! The head of house is doing it again!”

“Stop him! Catch him, everyone!”

“Call the madam! She is the only one that can stop him!”

The Sullion swordsmen that were anxiously looking at them ran towards him at once, catching Rokan.

“Raaaaon!”

Runaan swayed on her feet and blankly looked up at the sky.
She was ignoring Rokan’s roar completely.

“I’m going to eat ice cream with him.”

* * *

In order to make the best use of his increased learning speed, Raon kept using Flame Spirit endlessly.

Naturally, he didn’t even sleep, swallowing Wrath’s hated Nadine bread without even chewing.
He even cut into the time he spent drinking water to keep swinging his sword.

If his aura was exhausted, he refilled it with the Ring of Fire, just to exhaust it once again to refill it with the Ring of Fire once more.
He kept repeating that process to use Flame Spirit over and over.

[Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation, Flame Spirit’s mastery speed has returned to normal.]

Raon kept swinging his sword even after his learning speed returned to normal.
He only stopped once he reached his limit in terms of aura, stamina, and willpower.

‘In the end, I couldn’t copy that move.’

He kept training without even sleeping or eating, but he couldn’t recreate Flame Spirit in his memory.

‘It’s impossible at my current level.’

That was the conclusion he had reached.

He needed to be at least an advanced Master in order to cover the world with Flame Spirit like that man.

However…

‘It wasn’t a waste of time.’

He gained a lot of proficiency in Flame Spirit, but he got way more used to the variety sword and illusion sword.

He felt like he was at around the same level as Holline during their spar in terms of variety sword and illusion sword.

“Phew.”

Raon exhaled heavily and lowered his sword.

“Wrath.”

You bastard…

Wrath came up from the bracelet, trembling.

You kept shaking so much that I couldn’t even sleep, and now you’re calling me when I’m about to finally rest a little?

“How much time has passed?”

Since I have missed fifty-six proper meals since we came here, it’s been fourteen days!

Wrath immediately answered.
The fact that he didn’t even need to count made him good enough as a replacement clock or calendar.
However, Raon felt something was strange.

“Fifty-six meals should be nineteen days, not fourteen.”

What are you talking about? Devildom’s standard is four meals a day.
Today completes the second week in this place.

The fact that they ate four meals a day in Devildom was surprising.
The Demon King’s method of using meals to count the days was even more outrageous.

“Today should be the day we leave, then.”

You seriously spent the two whole weeks eating only that rubber bread.
You deserve divine punishment!

Raon couldn’t understand the demon king’s reasoning behind him receiving divine punishment just because he ate unsavory bread.

“Don’t be so angry.
We should be able to have proper meals after we leave today.”

……

Wrath was chewing his lip, but he slowly came towards him upon hearing those words of encouragement.

R-Really?

“Yes.
I’ll eat whatever you want.
However, before then…”

Raon picked up his sword and gathered all of his remaining aura.

“I’ll use Flame Spirit one last time.”

Although his stamina, willpower, and aura were all at their limits, his focus was at its peak.

He had a feeling that he could catch up to that man’s sword a little bit in his current state.

Whir!

The dim light of the shining stones flowed down from his shoulder to seep into his blade.
Raon extended his leg and softly twisted his wrist.

The crimson trajectory of the blade, bending along with his wrist, decorated the space with flowers that bloomed from branches and fluttered around.

Whir!

The flames connected with each other, creating flower petals of raging flame to fill the cave.

The flower petals of aura threads were both splendid and sharp, as much as the blade itself.
They spread out, following the flow of nature to flutter in the air, and sank to the ground.

The line of flame extended like the horizon connecting heaven to the earth, then spread out in width to create a bigger branch of Flame Spirit.

The cluster of flowers created by Raon decorated the entire cave, generating a storm of raging fire.

Although the number of flower petals and the power were much smaller when compared to that man’s, Flame Spirit’s flow and trajectory were reborn in Raon’s hands a thousand years later.

Baam!

The pieces of aura blade inside the holes radiated their concentrated energy and created a huge explosion throughout the cave.

Rumble!

The piles of stones started to fall from the ceiling, as if the cave was about to collapse, but Raon didn’t stop the flow of Flame Spirit because of his focused state.

The flame grew even more fiercer, tearing the rocks to shreds and continuing to increase in numbers and sharpness.

The way Raon blocked the rocks raining down on him endlessly with a single sword was similar to his ancestor ’s sword, the one that he desired so much.

The cave’s shaking finally died down and the falling rocks also came to an end.

“Huff.”

Raon breathed heavily in the middle of crushed rock that was covering the ground.

A message appeared as he was filled with exhilaration at displaying the best technique he could use in his current condition.

[Ten Thousand Flames Technique’s Flame Spirit has been changed into Flame Spirit Awakened.

You’ve destroyed the cave, on top of equipment, swordsmanships, and people.

The title ‘King of Destruction’ has been created.]

The message was telling him that he had received a new title, King of Destruction.

Why…

Wrath glared fiercely at the message with his blue eyes.

Why would you even give a title to that damn mutt, who just destroys everything? And you are even using the King of Essence’s power!

Wrath shouted and started shaking his head in irritation.

The King of Essence’s body and the King of Essence’s power is…

“I’ll eat something delicious for you in a while, so just put up with it a little.”

Raon snickered and grabbed Wrath, who was wobbling like a slime.

In a while? You have to eat as soon as we go outside!

“I’m sorry, but I have something to do before that.”

A crimson light shone from Raon’s eyes as he looked at the path leading to the outside.

“I have to greet the people from the Central Martial Palace, first.”

‘After all, I got stronger thanks to them.’

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