The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1008

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Chapter 1008

Crash!

Raon seized the precise moment when Glen’s blade and the Heavenly Demon’s fist collided, pouring all his strength into unleashing the Soul Reaper Sword.

‘Damn it…’

My head spun as if it might shatter.

I had expended so much aura and mental energy that merely operating the Sword of Transcendence made my mind reel.

A pain so intense I wanted to stop immediately crashed over me, but I endured it by recalling Evelyn’s tear-stained face.

“My grandson…”

The Heavenly Demon detected the Soul Reaper Sword’s movement even as he blocked Glen’s blade, extending his left hand forward.

“You taught him poorly, Glen Zigheart!”

‘Now!’

As the Heavenly Demon raised his palm, I unleashed a cutting wind with the Soul Reaper Sword.

Ring!

My own swordsmanship—piercing through space itself, targeting the enemy’s vital breath—surged forth before the Heavenly Demon’s defense, ignoring his guard entirely.

“Hmph!”

True to his nature as Eden’s absolute ruler, the Heavenly Demon did not miss the Soul Reaper Sword that transcended space, catching it firmly in his grasp.

‘As expected.’

But I had perfectly anticipated this situation.

‘If he couldn’t block this, the title of Heavenly Demon would be a mockery.’

I knew that even with the Chilling Breeze, I couldn’t pierce through the Heavenly Demon’s defenses, so from the start, I threw not the Heavenly Sword or the Wooden Wheel Sword, but the Soul Reaper Sword.

‘I have one last resort.’

I could communicate with the vengeful spirits dwelling within the Soul Reaper Sword. Through my will, I requested their aid and manifested an invisible blade.

Cliiiiing!

The blade forged by the crimson vengeful spirits was not mine—it was Glen Zigheart’s blade.
A heart-sword that severs the enemy’s soul. Following that noble and magnificent flow, I honed the blade of my mind alongside the vengeful spirits.

‘Ughhhh!’

My head throbbed as if it would shatter, and my three energy centers twisted as if they would rupture. I forcibly suppressed the blood rising in my throat and focused my consciousness.

‘I only have one chance.’

I have to see it through to the end and strike.

The soul-blade I created with the Soul Reaper Sword was small and fragile.

It would be difficult to sever even an ordinary person’s soul, but with only a faint fragment remaining of Tacheon’s soul, it was more than sufficient to cut through it.

Uuuuuung!

Raon resonated with the ring of fire that trembled as if it would burst, elevating my concentration.

‘There!’

I sensed Tacheon’s soul in the inner pocket where the Heavenly Demon had placed the Heavenly Demon Token.

Trusting my senses, I thrust the soul-blade toward Tacheon’s spirit.

Paaaaang!

It seemed even the Heavenly Demon hadn’t realized I could forge a blade capable of severing souls. He didn’t even attempt to defend himself, merely watching as fragments of Tacheon’s mask shattered away.

Kiiiiiaaaaah!

Thousands of metal shards shrieked like splitting iron from within the fragments of Tacheon’s mask.

Even Tacheon, who had not uttered a single cry when facing death, could not endure the agony of his soul being torn asunder.

Aaaaaaahhhhh!

Tacheon screamed as his form dissolved, paying the price for having toyed with countless lives—his anguished wails echoing as he melted away.

“Ugh….”

The moment Raon confirmed that Tacheon had become nothing but gray mist, I collapsed where I stood.

‘It’s… it’s finally over.’

I had severed the last thread of his soul. Even if the Heavenly Demon were a god, there was no way to resurrect Tacheon now.

-Y-you madman!

Wrath stared at me with eyes wide as saucers.

-You’re truly insane!

He seemed astounded by the psychological warfare I had waged against the Heavenly Demon, his round fists pounding my shoulders frantically.

-Targeting a single opening! You have no sense of reason! Well done!

Wrath was genuinely impressed, his face beaming with admiration.

“You….”

The Heavenly Demon’s gaze fell upon me, burning with wounded pride, fury, and bewilderment.

“Cough!”

The moment I met the Heavenly Demon’s stare, I coughed up a mouthful of black blood I had been forcibly suppressing.

‘This… I’ve truly reached my limit now.’

I wanted to reclaim the Soul Reaper Sword from the Heavenly Demon’s grip, but I lacked the strength to move even a single finger.

Even with my injuries, I found it difficult to breathe, as though my body had been pushed beyond its limits.

“Did I teach you poorly?”

Glen Zigheart shook his head with a proud smile.

“No. You’ve grown more splendidly than anyone in this world—my grandson.”

The moment his bold voice thundered across the battlefield, lightning erupted from the heavens, carving a crimson line that split sky and earth asunder.

KRAAAAAASH!

The terrifying blow, imbued with divine wrath, shattered the black aura and sent the Heavenly Demon’s once-indomitable body crashing downward into the fractured earth below.

BOOOOOOOM!

The crimson lightning that erupted from the underground stretched endlessly, as though heralding the world’s end, consuming the entire battlefield.

“Cough…”

The moment the Heavenly Demon plummeted underground, I steadied myself against the ground and coughed up blood again. My condition was so dire that even the tremors alone twisted my insides.

“Are you alright?”

Larian had approached from behind and caught me, using the mana of nature to disperse the murky energy that had accumulated within my body.

“Y-yes, I’m fine.”

I managed a slight nod.

“You really are…”

Larian gazed at me with an expression of utter disbelief.

“A man who does what he sets out to do! I’ve got to hand it to you!”

She looked toward the empty space where Tacheon’s soul had dissolved and laughed with satisfaction.

“W-we were just fortunate.”

Raon shook his head, saying it was luck rather than skill that had helped him.

“I could never have done this alone.”

He met Evelyn’s gaze as she looked toward him and offered a faint smile.

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“R-Raon.”

Evelyn pressed her parched lips together as she watched Raon coughing up blood even as he smiled.

‘A promise…’

Raon had promised to kill Tacheon if he ever appeared again, but honestly, she had thought it was merely a comforting gesture for her sake.

After the Heavenly Demon revived Tacheon, she had suppressed her emotions, accepting that killing him was no longer possible.

Yet Raon, as if determined to keep his word, rose on legs that had no strength left and entered the battlefield where Glen and the Heavenly Demon clashed.

With resolute eyes that seemed ready to rise again no matter how many times he fell, he advanced and split Tacheon’s soul—protected by the Heavenly Demon—with a single dagger.

Watching Raon, who could barely walk, risk his life to kill Tacheon for her sake, tears she could not hold back streamed down her face.

Sob…

Evelyn wiped away her tears and closed her eyes tightly to see Raon properly.

‘Mother…’

Perhaps because Tacheon was dead. In that fleeting moment with her eyes closed, her mother’s face appeared in her mind.

Her mother, whose face had always appeared hazy as if shrouded in mist, was smiling brightly at her, as if saying she had done well.

“Sigh…”

Evelyn traced Cella’s face in her mind as she slowly opened her eyes.

Raon gave me a calm nod of acknowledgment. Seeing the light in his eyes that seemed to say he had kept his promise, tears began to fall once more.

“Thank you. Thank you so much….”

For the first time, gratitude flowed not from my mind, but from the depths of my heart. All I could offer now was sincere thanks.

“….”

Raon smiled calmly as if to say it was nothing. Even as blood dripped from his lips and he could not speak, he accepted my gratitude, and an even greater wave of appreciation washed over me.

‘My very life….’

Evelyn clenched her fist with weakened hands.

‘No—my very soul, I will offer it to you.’

She struck her chest with her fist, where ten circles revolved, and inscribed the oath of a transcendent upon her being.

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Kuuuuuaaaaaaang!

The Heavenly Demon rose from the chasm, carved as deeply as a cliff that held the mysteries of primordial creation. His chest bore the deep sword scar that Glen had left upon him.

“Haaah….”

The Heavenly Demon paid no mind to the wound that split his body like a gorge as he gazed upon Raon.

“Hmm….”

Raon exhaled softly as he beheld the Heavenly Demon’s formidable physique.

‘What kind of monster is that?’

Glen’s blade struck true, yet the Heavenly Demon stood unscathed—a body and spirit hardened to an almost absurd degree.

‘But it’s not without effect.’

The Heavenly Demon possessed a physique and mental fortitude as unyielding as armor, yet his momentum had visibly diminished. The wound had clearly taken its toll.

“Remarkable.”

The Heavenly Demon nodded, genuine admiration evident in his expression.

“To forge a blade that severs souls, even with the aid of a short sword. Impressive indeed.”

He gazed at the Soul Reaper Sword in his grasp, a smile playing at his lips.

“Now I understand why he insisted you come with him—your power and talent are undeniable.”

The Heavenly Demon’s eyes shifted from fury to exhilaration as he tossed the Soul Reaper Sword to the ground at his feet.

“You… cough!”

I reached for the Soul Reaper Sword as it fell, but black blood spilled from my lips. My body was in such dire condition that even speaking proved agonizing.

“Stop looking.”

Glen Zigheart stepped to the right, blocking the Heavenly Demon’s gaze from reaching me.

“It wears on me.”

He shook his head, making it clear he would grant no opportunity for observation.

“A swordsman impervious to all—a tale no one would believe.”

The Heavenly Demon chuckled softly, discarding the shattered fragments of Tacheon’s mask to the ground.

“Was the ambush orchestrated because of that grandson?”

He wiped away the wound on his chest, a smile curling his lips.

“You reached for children beneath your station, so I merely returned the favor in kind.”

Glen shook his head without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

“I see.”

The Heavenly Demon smiled faintly and shook his head, and the blood flowing from the wound in his chest began to stop.

“It seems we’ve both changed quite a bit.”

The Heavenly Demon nodded and withdrew the Heavenly Demon Token from his bosom.

“Originally, the Heavenly Demon Token is an object bound by a covenant between Tacheon and myself.”

He clicked his tongue softly while gazing at the token.

“Because of your talented grandson, I failed to keep the promise of that wretch who begged for his life, so I must pay the price.”

Though the Heavenly Demon spoke of paying a price, he didn’t seem displeased at all.
Rather, the way his lips curled upward in apparent joy made him look like the very embodiment of arrogance itself.

“Price or otherwise, not a finger shall touch Raon.”

Glen shook his head, permitting nothing of the sort.

“Your grandson is indeed remarkable, but not at this moment.”

The Heavenly Demon brushed his hand dismissively, showing little interest in Raon as he currently stood.

“Turning the wheel of fate in the direction one desires is certainly remarkable, but what interests me now is….”

He raised a finger toward Glen.

“You. Glen Zigheart.”

A sinister laugh escaped from within the Heavenly Demon’s helm.

“I intended to settle things with merely an exchange of hands, but since Tacheon is dead, I suppose I must play a proper move.”

He gathered strength in his fingertips, as though the clash from moments before had been nothing but a game.

“I’ll take it.”

Glen nodded quietly, as if to say he welcomed any challenge.

“Refreshing.”

The moment the Heavenly Demon rolled his shoulders to loosen his body, the air trembled with tension. His movements were free yet majestic, as if following the laws of the universe itself.

The Heavenly Demon pointed his left fist toward the sky while his right fist rested at his waist. The Dual Victory Stance—a supreme posture that harmonized offense and defense, heaven and earth, yin and yang.

From him, wielding the Dual Victory Stance, emanated an overwhelming pressure as if condensing a thousand years of time. Merely witnessing it made the world hold its breath.

Chiiiiing!

Glen felt the Heavenly Demon’s magnificent aura yet raised the Heavenly Sword with serene composure.

The silver blade, as if erasing all malice from the world, burned with crimson lightning as it thrust toward the Heavenly Demon’s neck.

Though it appeared to be a basic stance, Glen’s presence as a swordsman distorted space and time itself, forcing even the Heavenly Demon to focus solely on him.

The Perfected Blade Art. Glen’s sword, having reached its apex, unleashed an absolute aura that invaded even the realm of gods, casting forth crystalline light.

Kuguguguguguuu!

The momentum of Glen and the Heavenly Demon soared to the heavens, carving a rift that seemed to split the world in two.

The two transcendents raised their killing intent toward each other within the transcendent realm gradually shifting to gray.

Kuuuung!

In that suffocating standoff, the first to surrender to the pounding in his chest was the Heavenly Demon. The moment his fist moved, time seemed to freeze as the flow of mana solidified.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

The massive surge of mana erupting from the Heavenly Demon’s fist twisted nature’s mana itself. It seemed as though chaos itself was blooming beyond mere destruction.

Kuuuuuuu!

It was not a simple punch—he was attempting to crush Glen’s very existence with a fist forged from his own soul.

Whoooooosh!

Against the Heavenly Demon’s tyrannical aura that shook heaven and earth, Glen Zigheart’s presence began to swell with terrifying intensity.

The magnificent will blooming from his soul swept away the chaos summoned by the Heavenly Demon, unleashing a noble wave of energy.

Clang!

As Glen Zigheart extended the Heavenly Sword toward the Heavenly Demon charging forward with a black fist strike, a crimson light bloomed as if warping spacetime itself.

The red radiance flowering along the blade was mysterious and vast, as if it did not belong to this world.

Not aura, but the power of will. An absolute blade that severed not the enemy’s flesh, but the very essence of their soul.

Heart Sword and Limitless Technique clashing.

The martial arts of two transcendents who had walked different paths collided head-on.

Boom!

The moment the crimson blade and black fist met, the space forming heaven and earth shattered as if the laws of the universe itself had twisted.

This was no mere clash of martial skill. It was a collision of souls built by peerless warriors throughout their human lives.

I watched the clash between Glen Zigheart and the Heavenly Demon that shook my very soul, my breath catching in awe.

‘The colors they possess are different.’

Glen Zigheart had refined the sword to its ultimate limit and honed a mind’s blade that severed the enemy’s soul, while the Heavenly Demon had accumulated the concept of martial arts layer upon layer, tempering a soul and body that could not be broken by anything.

It was not an exaggeration to call it a clash between spear and shield, yet the spear could become a shield, and the shield could also become a spear.

I watched the battle of two transcendents writing a new mythology, not missing a single moment, even forgetting to breathe.

Boom!

As Glen Zigheart and the Heavenly Demon’s battle reached its peak and an abyss-like darkness bloomed between them, golden flames ignited above my sunken eyes.

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