Reincarnation Of The Legendary Sword Saint

Fenrir stood silently beside him like a loyal executioner.

Hai’s expression darkened.

Rowan lifted his blade calmly.

Then he spoke, his voice almost casual.

"Because I plan to behead him..."

Rowan’s eyes narrowed.

"...right after I behead the one I am facing now."

Hai’s aura surged violently.

He gritted his teeth.

Then he vanished.

In the next instant, Hai rushed forward, slashing straight toward Rowan’s neck.

Rowan didn’t even look surprised.

He was still talking.

He raised his sword casually.

CLANG!!

The attack was blocked.

Rowan didn’t even turn fully.

He blocked it like it was nothing.

Like Hai was an annoyance.

Rowan kept speaking.

"I’m going to have some fun before I end this one."

He pushed forward.

Hai was forced back slightly in midair.

Their swords collided again.

CLANG!

Again.

CLANG!

Again.

Hai’s eyes widened.

Rowan was still calm.

Still composed.

Still speaking like he wasn’t even in a fight.

Hai increased his strength, slashing faster and faster.

His sword screamed.

Rowan did the same.

But Rowan’s expression never changed.

He simply kept slashing.

Each strike precise.

Each strike heavier.

Each strike forcing Hai back little by little.

And Hai realized something terrifying.

Rowan wasn’t fighting seriously.

You think you have the upper hand...

But I can tell you’re still holding back.

Why don’t you go all out?

Hai’s voice was cold as their blades kept colliding at insane speed.

Rowan’s expression didn’t change.

He didn’t even look tired.

"Well, same as you," Rowan replied calmly. "You only increased your power a little."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"You’re holding back too."

CLANG!

Their swords collided again.

The force behind the impact cracked the air itself.

They didn’t stumble.

They didn’t retreat.

Both of them pressed forward, feet digging into the air like it was solid ground, pushing each other with pure strength.

To anyone watching, it was terrifying.

Their bodies blurred.

They vanished.

Then reappeared.

Only to slam together again.

BOOM!!

The sound echoed across the ruined forest.

They separated.

Then instantly rushed forward again.

Slashing.

Clashing.

Moving like lightning.

Then Hai smirked.

"Well... you saw right through me."

Rowan’s voice remained calm.

"And I saw right through you too."

His aura flickered.

"You’re using only about forty percent of your total strength."

Hai’s eyes sharpened.

Rowan continued, his tone almost mocking.

"You underestimate me."

Hai tightened his grip.

Rowan’s smile grew faint.

"But even if you use one hundred percent... it won’t make a difference."

His voice turned colder.

"Because the likes of you... can’t reach me."

BOOM!!

Their blades collided again, and both of them shot upward into the sky.

They flew higher.

Still clashing.

Still pressing forward.

Neither of them gave ground.

Their swords screamed with every strike, lightning-like pressure bursting out around them as the air trembled.

Hai suddenly raised his sword, slashing downward.

Rowan lowered his blade slightly and stepped in.

Hai attacked again.

Rowan dodged midair.

He twisted his body smoothly, bending sideways like he had no weight.

Hai slashed again.

Rowan dodged again.

Then, Rowan lifted his leg.

BAM!!

His foot slammed into Hai’s stomach.

Hai’s body jerked backward midair.

But he didn’t fall.

He forced himself forward again instantly, eyes burning.

He swung his blade toward Rowan’s throat.

Rowan dodged.

Hai tried again.

Rowan dodged again.

Then Hai’s leg shot out.

BAM!!

He kicked Rowan across the chest.

Rowan slid backward through the air, cloak fluttering wildly.

But he didn’t lose balance.

He didn’t panic.

He simply stopped himself midair like gravity didn’t exist.

Then Rowan smiled.

"Well... that was nice."

He looked straight into Hai’s eyes.

"You actually managed to kick me."

His smile widened slightly.

"Impressive."

Rowan’s aura flared.

Hai’s aura flared violently. His voice dropped, colder now.

"But like I said..."

He lifted his sword, eyes burning with intensity.

"...don’t try to make me look pathetic in the eyes of the Demon Lord."

Rowan’s blue aura surged higher, cloak fluttering in the chaotic wind. He didn’t flinch. He simply watched Hai, calm, composed, ready.

Hai frowned.

In the next instant.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Both of them moved closer, their swords crashing repeatedly as they slashed toward each other at insane speed.

The air trembled.

The sky shook.

Then, Rowan’s eyes sharpened.

And suddenly...

A foreshadow appeared.

A single projection of Rowan’s form, moving independently but perfectly in sync with his aura.

It lunged straight at Hai.

Hai’s eyes narrowed.

"What the hell...?"

He sensed the aura.

"This isn’t an illusion."

"This is... real energy."

Hai’s jaw tightened.

"It doesn’t matter."

"I’ll strike it."

He moved.

SHING!!

Hai slashed at the foreshadow.

But in that moment, Rowan’s real body was already behind him, appearing like death itself.

BOOM!

Rowan struck.

Hai’s eyes widened.

He spun instantly, raising his sword to slash Rowan.

But Rowan dropped downward like a falling comet.

Hai’s sword sliced nothing but air.

Rowan slipped beneath him.

Then, SHHHK!!

Rowan’s blade flashed.

Hai’s ankle was sliced clean.

Blood sprayed into the air.

Hai’s body dropped slightly midair.

His foot almost separated completely.

The severed piece of flesh fell toward the ground.

Hai’s eyes widened in shock.

"Why you—!"

But then, his dark aura surged.

His body twisted.

And the injury regenerated.

The ankle reformed instantly like it had never been cut.

Hai landed again in midair, his foot fully restored.

Rowan floated calmly in front of him, staring.

Rowan smiled faintly.

"Wow."

"One thing impressive about demons... especially high-ranking demons..."

His eyes narrowed.

"Your regeneration is amazing."

"In fact..."

"Too amazing."

Hai didn’t respond.

He simply stared.

Rowan continued, voice sharper now.

"But I can tell something else."

Rowan lifted his blade slightly.

"You’ve been shifting your core."

Hai’s expression darkened.

"...What makes you say that?"

Rowan smirked.

"Because I felt it."

"When I pierced you earlier, your core was in your stomach."

Rowan’s gaze sharpened like a predator.

"But the moment my strike was about to shatter it..."

"You shifted it."

Rowan pointed his sword slightly toward Hai’s chest.

"Upper chest... slightly to the side."