The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1065

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Chapter 1065

“The… Soul Reaper Sword?”

Martha’s eyes widened as she beheld the Soul Reaper Sword wreathed in crimson aura.

‘It’s Raon…’

That was Raon’s heart sword in the form of the Soul Reaper Sword. He seemed determined to honor the childhood promise he’d made—to kill the White Blood Cult Master and save my mother.

Even in this life-threatening situation, knowing Raon was beside me brought peace to my heart.

“Let’s do this.”

Martha bit her lip and reignited her fighting spirit.

“Huh…?”

Denier exhaled sharply, clearly not expecting Raon’s heart sword to pierce through dimensions and reach the Sword Realm.

“A mere blade!”

The White Blood Cult Master swatted at the Soul Reaper Sword with arrogant disdain, her fist blazing with blood energy.

Whoooooosh!

The Soul Reaper Sword evaded her strike with uncanny precision, as if possessed of its own will.

“Hmph!”

The White Blood Cult Master snorted and clenched her blood-energy-wreathed fist.

Crack!

The Soul Reaper Sword, waiting for her opening, descended like lightning and split the back of her hand.

Sizzle!

The White Blood Cult Master’s hand split open lengthwise, and her soul scattered in vast quantities.

Whoooosh!

The Soul Reaper Sword, unsatisfied with merely one wound, blazed with crimson energy as it aimed for the White Blood Cult Master’s throat.

“Ugh!”

The White Blood Cult Master retreated, releasing an irritated groan. She seemed to have lost far more of her soul than when she had struck me.

Whoosh!

Martha seized the opening left by the White Blood Cult Master’s retreat and swiftly rose to her feet.

“Hnn…”

Denier, sharing the same thought, exhaled deeply and rose from the Sea of Blood.

“A Heart Sword?”

The White Blood Cult Master frowned as she observed the wound on her hand that refused to heal easily.

“A brat not even thirty years old has unlocked a Heart Sword—this is absurd.”

She bared her white teeth as she gazed at the quietly vibrating Soul Reaper Sword.

“The heavens have made a foolish mistake, nothing more.”

The White Blood Cult Master clicked her tongue, as if Raon’s talent was more remarkable than her own ability to grind through bodies while cultivating strength and soul.

Shiiiiing!

The Soul Reaper Sword, determined to maintain its momentum, transformed into a beam of light and shot toward the White Blood Cult Master’s heart.

Whoooosh!

The White Blood Cult Master thrust forward a fist condensed with soul and blood sorcery to meet Raon’s Heart Sword aimed at her heart.

Boom!

The fist imbued with the White Blood Cult Master’s soul and my heart sword collided, scattering a pristine white aura like mist across the Sea of Blood.

Both the White Blood Cult Master’s soul and I suffered losses simultaneously.

“Ugh….”

Yet the White Blood Cult Master’s injuries appeared more severe, her complexion growing even more deathly pale.

Whirrrrrrr!

The Soul Reaper Sword, as if declaring it hadn’t finished, shifted direction and drove its blade toward the White Blood Cult Master’s waist.

Clang!

The White Blood Cult Master manifested her soul in her palm, deflecting the Soul Reaper Sword as it descended with vicious force.

Boom!

The twisted Soul Reaper Sword fell not upon the White Blood Cult Master, but into the Sea of Blood.

“Surely not….”

The White Blood Cult Master’s eyes narrowed as she watched the Soul Reaper Sword repelled so effortlessly.

Whirrrrr!

The Soul Reaper Sword, unscathed, immediately rose and flew toward the White Blood Cult Master once more.

Crash!

The White Blood Cult Master retreated sharply and hid behind Martha’s Mother’s soul.

Szzzzzt!

The Soul Reaper Sword, pursuing the White Blood Cult Master, suddenly decelerated sharply before Martha’s Mother.

“So that’s it!”

The White Blood Cult Master’s lips twisted into a long grin as she struck the slowed Soul Reaper Sword.

Splurt!

The Soul Reaper Sword crashed back into the sea, struck by the White Blood Cult Master’s fist.

“Ahahaha!”

The White Blood Cult Master burst into wild laughter, watching crimson blood drip from the Soul Reaper Sword.

“Why… why are you laughing?”

Martha furrowed her brow, staring at the White Blood Cult Master.

“Because I have one more thing to devour.”

The White Blood Cult Master smiled and effortlessly deflected the Soul Reaper Sword as it came slashing from the left.

“One more thing to devour? Surely you don’t mean that heart sword…”

Martha’s mouth fell open in disbelief.

“The heart sword is certainly a threatening martial art. It can kill me completely, after all.”

The White Blood Cult Master nodded, acknowledging that she could not directly parry Raon’s blade.

“But that heart sword is different. It consumed considerable power tearing through dimensions to enter your Sword Realm.”

She tilted her chin, noting that since she was not human flesh but had pierced dimensions, the Soul Reaper Sword could not display its true might.

“And as you said, this Sword Realm exists only for you and me. He forced his way through the gate, so naturally he cannot wield his full strength.”

The White Blood Cult Master sneered down at Denier, who was breathing heavily. Just as she said, Denier was entangled between her and the White Blood Cult Master’s souls, forced to enter together and unable to use the power his original soul possessed.

“Don’t you dare laugh!”

Martha snarled at the White Blood Cult Master for mocking Denier.

“Actually, there’s one more reason why Raon Zigheart’s heart sword cannot move properly.”

The White Blood Cult Master flicked away the slowing Soul Reaper Sword and turned her gaze toward Martha’s Mother.

“Within this Sword Realm, four souls are entangled together. Even Glen Zigheart cannot destroy only my soul among those attached to another dimension.”

She chuckled, claiming that my Heart Sword had slowed down trying to protect their souls.

“How unfortunate. Your spiritual pillar will only become an obstacle instead.”

The White Blood Cult Master bared her fangs, declaring she would devour my Heart Sword as well.

“No, the mere existence of that sword is already a tremendous help.”

Martha shook her head and raised her blade.

“We’ll win in the end!”

She charged toward the White Blood Cult Master, following the Soul Reaper Sword as it erupted with fierce sword energy.

“I’ll take the front!”

Denier stepped forward first, as if to protect Martha once again.

Two humans, one demon, and a single dagger clashed within the Soul World, and a sea of blood surged toward the heavens.

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The heavy clash of steel rang out.

I parried the Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s massive greatsword as it descended with crushing force, biting my lip.

‘My head feels like it’s splitting.’

Simply blocking the Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara who sought to kill Martha and Denier, while sending my Heart Sword into the Hell Gate, was already draining my consciousness.

But directing my Heart Sword to target only the White Blood Cult Master among the four souls pressed closely together within the Sword Realm imposed an even greater burden on my mind. It felt as though my head would burst.

-Even the True Demon King couldn’t do this, it seems….

Wrath gazed at the trembling Hell Gate and released a murky groan.

The very thought made him nauseous.

He shook his head, muttering that while he could kill the White Blood Cult Master, he couldn’t do what I could—couldn’t replicate my methods.

‘….’

I spared no energy responding to Wrath, pushing away Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara and concentrating on my heart sword, but the White Blood Cult Master’s soul slipped through like water, using other souls as shields.
I wanted to wrench open the Hell Gate, seize her by the hair, and smash her skull into the ground.

‘Damn it….’

If only my body or mind had remained intact—just one of them—I could have ended this. But I’d exhausted myself so thoroughly that my body was shattered, and that regret cut deeper than any blade.

Whoooosh!

I hurled five of Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s weapons away with Mugeumhyang and turned to look back.

‘Is there anyone who could help…?’

Larian, Lecross, and Chamber were in critical condition—they should be thinking of death, not aid. Evelyn was unconscious and couldn’t cast magic. Valdemar couldn’t move from where he stood, desperately trying to seal the hole torn through his abdomen.

‘…There isn’t.’

It seemed I had no choice but to overcome this with my own strength.

‘If only I had the Sword of Supremacy….’

I tried to wield the Sword of Supremacy through the Mok Ryun Sword that lay on the ground, but my mental power had reached its limit—the blade wouldn’t even lift.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara, as if determined to obey the White Blood Cult Master’s commands until her body dissolved entirely, brought down her wide-spread palms alongside dozens of weapons.

Boom!

I raised the Heavenly Sword and Soul Reaper Sword diagonally, blocking the relentless barrage of Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s assault.

“Ugh…”

Blood poured from my mouth as waves of excruciating pain crashed through my bones and muscles. Both body and spirit had reached their breaking point.

‘I have to hold on…’

If I gave way, Denier and Martha’s bodies would be obliterated without a trace. I had to endure somehow until the Hell Gate opened.

Crackle, crackle!

I was grinding my teeth until blood flowed, weathering the assault of Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara, when—

Clang!

Blades erupted from both my sides, pushing back Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s weapons.

“My apologies for the delay.”

Burren Zigheart positioned himself at my right, bowing his head. Even as dead blood dripped from his lips, he drove back her longsword.

“We’re not done yet…”

Lunan Slion froze Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s axe pristine white and shattered it. Her eyes glistened with tears as she gazed at Martha, held captive in the White Blood Cult Master’s grip.

“Has the day truly come when I aid our lord?”

Crain laughed sharply, deflecting a massive spear.

“P-please, something weak, please something weak!”

Dorian yearned for the lightest dagger, yet what descended upon him was Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara’s palm.

“Aaaaagh!”

Yet even as he screamed, he did not dodge—he met her palm head-on.

“Focus on the Heart Sword technique.”

Mark Goeten struck away the palm that fell upon Dorian, then bowed his head to me.

“How did you….”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen had been exposed to the White Blood Cult Master and Denier’s blood energy, exhausting their aura and collapsing—yet somehow they had risen to their feet.

“I don’t know. My aura suddenly refilled?”
“Same here! It surged back like I’d taken an elixir and cultivated—my aura just erupted from nowhere!”

The swordsmen spoke of pure mana flooding in from somewhere, nodding to themselves in bewilderment.

‘Who.’

I furrowed my brow and swept my gaze across the battlefield, but I sensed no other presence.

“Lord Raon! That’s not what matters right now!”
“Leave this to us and focus on the battle!”
“We’ll hold that monster back no matter what!”
“Compared to your training, this is nothing!”

The other Gwangpung Hall swordsmen administered internal medicine to the Five Emperors’ transcendents and tended to the other wounded.

My subordinates, drained from the prolonged war and bearing severe injuries from the White Blood Cult Master and Denier, were nonetheless performing their duties without exception.

Like a candle before the wind, despite the dire circumstances, memories of the time I’d spent with these swordsmen surfaced, and laughter escaped me naturally.

“Thank you.”

I offered my gratitude to the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen and closed my eyes.

Roooaaaar!

Using my soul perception to peer inside the Hell Gate, the situation was deteriorating further.

‘Is the White Blood Cult Master absorbing Martha and Denier’s souls in there?’

I’d dealt the White Blood Cult Master severe damage multiple times, yet her soul remained virtually unchanged from the beginning.

It seemed she was enduring by absorbing Martha and Denier’s souls within the Sword Realm.

‘I have to kill her as quickly as possible.’

I aimed at the White Blood Cult Master with the Heart Sword technique I had achieved alongside the Soul Reaper Sword, but she mocked me and fled, hiding behind Martha and Denier’s souls.

‘Damn it!’

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen were holding back the Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara, but so much time had passed that merely maintaining the Heart Sword technique felt overwhelming.

The Soul Reaper Sword was helping however it could, but I could feel my mental strength dwindling.

Whoooooooong!

The Soul Reaper Sword trembled with such violent intensity that my hand shook, as if insisting we must continue.

‘If we keep fighting like this, you might disappear!’

I bit my lip as I watched the small cracks blooming across the Soul Reaper Sword’s blade.

Whoooooooong!

Despite knowing its own condition, the Soul Reaper Sword unleashed a more magnificent sword cry than ever before, as if declaring we must fight. I could feel its will—that it had lived until now for this very moment.

Whoooosh!

From the tip of the cracking Soul Reaper Sword, a verdant wind flowed forth and wrapped around my hand.

As I accepted the cool yet tender breeze, my mind, which had been foggy with exhaustion and dizziness, began to clear slightly.

“If that is your will, then I shall follow.”

Gripping the Soul Reaper Sword with its deepening cracks in reverse, I advanced toward the Hell Gate.

“Even if today becomes our final battle together!”

I opened my soul’s rank to its absolute limit and drove the crimson-burning Soul Reaper Sword through the gap of the Hell Gate.

Craaaaaack!

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“Cough!”

Martha spewed white energy and fell to her knees in the Sea of Blood.

“Damn it….”

Denier had lost all strength to fight, breathing only in shallow gasps, and while Raon’s heart sword had landed several successful strikes, its speed had now noticeably diminished as exhaustion set in.

“You spoke so confidently, yet here we are.”

The White Blood Cult Master curled her crimson lips as if she had expected this all along.

“It’s not over yet!”

Martha gnashed her teeth at the White Blood Cult Master’s face. She desperately wanted to tear that smug expression apart, but the despair of lacking the strength to do so was overwhelming.

“The world has always operated on the principle of the strong devouring the weak.”

The White Blood Cult Master laughed thinly, tilting her chin upward.

“The weak have no choice but to be consumed by the strong.”

She licked her lips slowly, as if ready to act on her words.

“I’d rather die than let you feed on me!”

Martha raised her sword, determined to fight until the very end.

“You’re as venomous as your mother.”

The White Blood Cult Master let out a scoff, glancing at Martha’s Mother lying collapsed behind her.

“But eventually, you too will wag your tail before me.”

She stretched out her hand, promising to break her properly.

“Uhhh….”

As Martha attempted to swing her sword with hands drained of all strength, Raon’s Soul Reaper Sword advanced forward with the sluggish pace of a snail.

“Ahahahahaha!”

The White Blood Cult Master burst into raucous laughter at the sight.

“This is a Soul Reaper Sword? I could cut down a mangy foal faster than this.”

It was the moment she flicked the Soul Reaper Sword approaching her with her finger, her lips curled in contempt.

Whoooooosh!

Raon’s Soul Reaper Sword erupted with brilliant light and pierced the White Blood Cult Master’s chest. It was a speed she could not have reacted to, even had she not been careless.

“Ugh…”

The White Blood Cult Master’s body staggered violently. Having been caught off guard, she could not maintain her balance against the impact.

“This… this alone cannot kill me!”

The White Blood Cult Master twisted her lips and wrenched the Soul Reaper Sword from her chest with both hands, hurling it away.

Crash!

The moment Raon’s Soul Reaper Sword soared into the air, the crimson blade shattered into thousands of fragments, and from within them poured forth vengeful spirits burning with a searing red glow.

Roooaaarrr!

The wraiths, who had grown stronger by devouring blood essence, became an unstoppable natural calamity like a tidal wave and tempest, engulfing the White Blood Cult Master.

Uooooooooo!

The vengeful spirits whose lives were cut short, who lost their beloved families, and whose villages they had protected for lifetimes were destroyed—they tore into the White Blood Cult Master with crimson fangs as if to repay all the suffering they had endured thus far.

“Krraaaagh! You wretched things!”

The White Blood Cult Master shrieked and unleashed blood essence, but the vengeful spirits pressed forward as if death meant nothing, tearing at her very soul with their spectral forms.

“Screeeeeaaaaahhh!”

The White Blood Cult Master let out a horrifying shriek I had never heard before, as if experiencing unbearable agony.

“This is….”

As Martha trembled, watching the vengeful spirits tear at the White Blood Cult Master’s soul, a crisp wind swept across her back.

“Aren’t you leaving?”

A voice both solemn and tinged with childlike mischief. A tone I hadn’t heard in ages, yet could never forget.

“Wait… could it be….”

As Martha turned her trembling gaze, the red-haired Elf with her long hair tousled carelessly smiled and waved her hand.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Rimer, the Radiant Swordmaster. The great swordsman who had sacrificed everything for her disciples had returned.

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