Reincarnation Of The Legendary Sword Saint-Chapter 42: Purge

The sky darkened, the air trembling as if the world itself recoiled.

From the rift stepped a figure.

Heavy. Oppressive. Absolute.

The moment his foot touched the ground, the atmosphere warped. The pressure alone made breathing difficult.

Hai had entered the battlefield.

As Rowan noticed Hai, his instincts sensed danger. He understood immediately—Hai was here to save Valzaha.

Rowan surged forward, sprinting toward Valzaha’s fallen body, blade raised to deliver the final strike.

But before his sword could fall—

A violent surge of pressure ripped through the air.

Hai raised his hand, and his demonic sword tore free, hurling itself forward like a living weapon. Wrapped in dense, black energy, it tore through the air with terrifying speed.

Rowan’s eyes widened.

The blade was already there.

He twisted mid-stride, halting his strike at the last instant. Steel crashed against steel as Rowan barely managed to block the incoming sword. The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, forcing him back a step.

Before Rowan could recover, Hai was already moving.

He closed the distance in an instant—far faster than before. His hand reached out, the sword snapping back into his grip as if summoned by will alone. The moment it touched his palm, Hai swung.

Clang!

Their blades met again, sparks bursting between them as the two locked in a violent clash—Rowan bracing himself, Hai pressing forward with overwhelming force.

Hai clashed with him—Ha! Kling! Kling! Kling! Rowan met them head-on, blades colliding with metallic resonance. He jumped back, narrowly avoiding a strike as one demon lunged toward the battlefield.

"Damn! This is bad... another demon," Rowan muttered. "I’m already weak. I can’t handle another battle, even after recovering some mana. This is really bad."

A demon stepped forward, his gaze locking onto Rowan. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Is he... just a child?" the demon muttered in disbelief. "And yet he blocked my attack?"

His eyes shifted to the fallen body behind Rowan—Valzaha’s severed head lying in the dust.

The demon stepped closer and looked down at it.

"So this is how you end," he said coldly. "You lost... to a human child."

Valzaha’s severed head twitched, his eyes still burning with hatred.

"Why didn’t you come sooner?" he snarled. "You saw what he did!"

The demon scoffed. "Pathetic. A Demon Knight brought low by a human. You disgrace us. To think you were once among the strongest."

Valzaha growled. "You don’t understand. This child—he’s different. He’s dangerous. If he’s allowed to grow... he’ll surpass even the Demon Lord."

The demon narrowed his eyes, finally studying Rowan properly.

"...So that’s it."

He turned his gaze fully toward Rowan. "To think a human child could push you this far. Even I can tell—your power isn’t ordinary."

Rowan stood silently, breathing heavily, his sword still dripping with energy.

"I was sent by the Demon Lord himself," the demon continued. "Not for you... but to retrieve what remains of this fool." His eyes flicked to Valzaha’s head. "And perhaps deal with you, if necessary."

Rowan tightened his grip on his blade.

"You’re not taking him anywhere," he said coldly.

The demon laughed softly. "Bold words. But not today."

He stepped back, energy swirling around him. "You’ve already proven enough. If we clash now, this land won’t survive it—and neither will you."

The demon extended his hand toward Valzaha’s head. Dark energy wrapped around it, lifting it from the ground.

"We will meet again, child," he said calmly. "And when we do... I’ll see whether you truly deserve to stand above the Demon Lord."

The portal behind him began to close.

Rowan rushed forward, raising his sword. "I won’t let you escape!"

But the demon was already stepping back into the void.

The rift snapped shut.

Silence returned.

Rowan stood alone, breathing heavily, his blade lowered.

"...Damn it," he muttered.

Rowan raised his sword. Oh god... this sword has actually gotten rusty. As he looked, the sword shattered—it was just a common sword he had once used to face a Demon Knight. Phew... I’m injured. A small trail of blood was on his chest, but it had already stopped. He needed to get some distance.

He raised his sword, then his hand, pressing it upward. Green energy enveloped his body, healing him instantly. Every scratch and wound closed. Fully restored, he snapped his fingers—and in a flash, he teleported back to the castle.

The Fenrir was still outside.

"Master, you’re back," the Fenrir said.

"Yes, I am," Rowan replied. "Has anyone woken up?"

"No, not yet," the Fenrir responded. "But in a few minutes... maybe two or three, they’ll soon regain consciousness. They’re almost fully awake, though not completely. And no demons have attacked."

"Good. Thank you for what you did for me," Rowan said. "And as for the reward... you mentioned I would grant you one. What do you want?"

"For now, I’m a bit tired... but maybe next time," the Fenrir replied, bowing slightly toward Rowan.

"It looks like it’s time for me to leave master, Fenrir."

"Well, I’m not truly your master," Rowan said. "But thanks for today."

The Fenrir nodded, raised his head, and then ran forward. He leaped high, clearing the castle wall with ease.

Now it’s done. It’s only a matter of time before everyone wakes up again.

Rowan flew into his room window, landing gently on his bed. Slowly, the castle began to stir. The knights who had fallen unconscious from the mana during the fight with Valzaha and the Fenrir were waking—Aldwin, Mira, and all the others.

One by one, they regained consciousness. Almost immediately, someone realized Rowan was missing.

"Where’s Rowan?" Aldwin exclaimed, running toward his room.

He opened the door—and there he was, lying on his bed, eyes seemingly closed, pretending to sleep.

Mira ran to the door and entered the room. "Is he alright?" she asked.

Aldwin looked at her. "Yes, he is. He’s just asleep—deep asleep."

Mira walked over to Rowan and gently placed a mat under his head as he slept. "It’s just fine. He’s still asleep," she said softly.