The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1069

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Chapter 1069

“W-we won! The White Blood Cult has fallen!”
“Finally, it’s over….”
“Now I can finally breathe.”
“Phew, I felt like I was dying.”

The Zigheart swordsmen gathered in the Training Ground erupted in cheers and shouts toward the Five Emperors’ warriors who had brought them victory.

“…But what happened to Denier?”
“I-I don’t know. He stabbed King Lecross, and why did he target the White Blood Cult Master too….”
“When you think about it, it’s a betrayal of a betrayal, right? But for what purpose?”
“We won, but the mystery remains unsolved.”

Since they hadn’t heard the details, many swordsmen were left with questions about Denier’s betrayal.

However, Glen had already left the Training Ground where cheers and questions spread, and was now racing along the foot of Bekmang Mountain.
He moved his body toward the peak where fighting spirit bloomed, as if his mind had transcended even the realm of transcendence itself.

Whoooosh!

Glen reached the highest peak of Bekmang Mountain and came face to face with a man draped in a crimson robe.

The falling snowballs, not knowing how deep the earth was, melted into transparent water droplets before they could even touch him.
The master of the demonic way who had reached the heavens gazed down upon the world from within the helmet of the Demon Dragon that had sought to destroy it.

“You’re late.”

The Heavenly Demon slowly closed his eyes as if he had anticipated my arrival, then opened them again.

“Was your purpose to bind me in place?”

Glen furrowed his brow as he met the Heavenly Demon’s serene gaze.

“Coming all this way has become meaningless. The White Blood Cult Master is dead.”
“….”

The Heavenly Demon said nothing, merely studying me with an unwavering gaze. Those serene eyes told me he already knew of the White Blood Cult Master’s death.

“You haven’t changed at all.”

The Heavenly Demon tilted his chin, noting that he looked no different from when I’d last seen him.

“Still holding back, are you?”
“….”

This time, Glen offered no response—only his gaze met the Heavenly Demon’s.

‘He’s grown stronger.’

The last time I encountered the Heavenly Demon, he’d warned that the Heart Sword was dangerous, yet claimed that cultivating one’s soul would allow survival against it.
True to his word, his soul’s aura had become unmistakably more formidable than before.

“You fear ascending to the heavens.”

The Heavenly Demon’s eyes gleamed with piercing clarity, as though my every thought lay bare before him.

“With such a pathetic resolve, you will die by my hand.”

He clenched his fist with absolute certainty.

Roooooaaar!

Crimson aura erupted beneath the Heavenly Demon’s feet, breathing verdant life into the Peak that had remained barren for ten thousand years. An aura that summoned vitality, not death. His martial prowess had already touched the heavens.

“What is your purpose?”

Glen met the Heavenly Demon’s gaze head-on, his jaw set at an angle.

“Why did you stop me?”
“Return. We all walk that path. Besides….”

The Heavenly Demon began to speak further, then closed his mouth.

“When we meet again, one of us will be dead.”

His final words carried absolute certainty. It was as though he could see the future itself, despite never reading the heavens.

“Of course, if things continue as they are, you will die.”

The Heavenly Demon left those words behind before dissolving into crimson smoke like a phantom and vanishing.

“….”

Glen gazed at the peak where young sprouts were lifting their heads after the Heavenly Demon’s departure, biting the inside of his lip.

“Head of House!”

As he exhaled a heavy sigh, Roen rushed toward him with an urgent expression.

“Darkan’s condition is deteriorating!”

Roen’s brow furrowed as he reported that the tide of battle had shifted dramatically.

“I see. We must go.”

Glen nodded curtly and turned his body.

“But there’s no way to travel that distance….”

His eyes narrowed as he realized that Chamber, who controlled long-distance teleportation magic, was unconscious.

“No.”

Glen calmly shook his head and kicked at the peak where vitality was blooming.

“There must be someone who can take Chamber’s place.”

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‘What is this….’

Darkan gnawed at his lips as if he meant to tear them off.

‘Does this even make sense?’

Within the Mental World created by the Mental Sword, one could see the opponent’s soul with their own eyes.
I had brought swordsmen who appeared as promising as Raon into this space and fought them several times, but never once had their soul’s caliber exceeded my predictions.

Yet Derus Robert, standing before me now, radiated a soul so immeasurably vast that even my current soul—having ascended to the highest transcendence—seemed nothing but a mere surface.

Kuguguguguguugu!

Pitch-black shadows like filthy sewage rose endlessly, and within them, countless eyeballs flickered with mocking ridicule. A bone-chilling shudder ran down my spine.

‘That is absolutely not a soul a human could possess.’

The true soul Derus harbored beneath his heart was not one, but hundreds—or perhaps thousands—of souls merged together, resonating with a colossal presence. And every single one bore a sickly hue.

Kuguguguguguugu!

As Derus’s soul expanded ever wider, the Mental World began to tremble as if it would collapse, twisting and warping.
This space I had created was crumbling under a soul so immense and overwhelming.

‘Such a soul existed…’

Even when facing Glen’s Mental Sword, I had only thought of death, never felt fear. This was the first time my own soul had ever shrunk back. It was not a difference in power, but the primal terror that dwells within human instinct.

“Human, you say?”

Derus looked up at the black shadows engulfing the Mental World, twisting his mouth into a smile.

“You’ve gone mad for the sword and created a space like this, yet you concern yourself with trivial matters.”

He shook his head as if such things were utterly irrelevant in this moment.

“Why do you merely stand and watch?”

As Derus smiled, thousands of eyeballs behind him blinked simultaneously. It was grotesque beyond mere unease.

“You wanted to see my soul laid bare, and now you have. Come in as you did before.”

Derus Robert beckoned with his fingers, inviting me to attack as I pleased. His soul continued to surge forth, staining my mental world with darkness.

A deafening roar echoed through the void.

I felt pitch-black cracks spreading across my mental form—the massive sword shape that represented my consciousness.

‘This is not good.’

An ominous sensation washed over me: if I drew any closer to that dark entity, my soul would be sucked into Derus Robert before I could even swing my blade, becoming one of those eyes.

No—even now, in this very moment, Derus Robert seemed to be devouring my mental world and growing stronger.

“It’s gratifying to have eyes in a place like this.”

Derus Robert sneered at Darkan.

“If you’d charged at me recklessly like before, I would have swallowed you whole.”

He clicked his tongue regretfully, and simultaneously, his pupils gleamed with a sinister smile.

‘If I’d come closer…?’

Darkan’s eyes narrowed as he processed Derus Robert’s words.

‘Then he can’t fully control that entire soul either?’

When I thought about it, there was no reason for someone with such a colossal soul to have remained hidden until now.
If he unleashed the full power of that soul, he could defeat even Glen Zigheart or the Heavenly Demon.

Yet Derus Robert had been overtly avoiding combat with Glen Zigheart. It meant he hadn’t fully made that massive soul cluster his own.

‘I’ll seize that opening.’

If Derus Robert couldn’t control that entire soul, then I had a chance. If I fought from a space where my soul wouldn’t be pulled in, an opportunity would arise.

“Hah.”

Darkan gripped the black sword and lowered his upper body into a stance.

“So you’ve caught on.”

Derus Robert lifted his chin with an amused expression.

“I may be obsessed with the sword, but I’m no fool who can’t think straight.”

He nodded as if affirming his own judgment.

“However….”

Derus Robert’s right eye began to stain with pitch-black death energy.

Kugugugugu!

The thousands of eyes that had risen behind Derus Robert’s back also burned black in their sockets, following his lead.

Kyaaaaaaang!

In that instant, the gray sword that formed my Mental World finally couldn’t withstand Derus Robert’s soul and shattered, fracturing like a spider’s web.

Kugugugugu!

Since my Mental Sword was the Mental World itself, the moment the sword crumbled, the Mental Sword had no choice but to shatter as well.

Kuuuuung!

Darkan forced his eyes open, hearing a deafening roar that felt like it would rupture his eardrums.

Derus Robert still stood before me, but the black soul and eyes that had been visible behind his back were gone. It seemed I had returned to reality.

Gooooooh!

Derus Robert unleashed an even more colossal soul presence and tyrannical aura than before, as if he had just awakened.

“You… cough!”

Darkan tried to approach Derus Robert but coughed up black blood from his mouth. The aftermath of the Mental World shattering in pieces had caused severe internal injuries.

But the greatest problem wasn’t the internal injuries—it was the damage to my Upper Dantian. The Upper Dantian, most frequently used in battles between Transcendents, had collapsed along with the Mental Sword, making this the worst possible situation.

“Creating a mental world merely for the sake of fighting—how utterly foolish.”

Derus Robert let out a scoff, shaking his finger.

“Of course, even if you wielded a mental world as orthodox as Glen Zigheart’s, you still wouldn’t have been able to sever our souls.”

He watched Darkan spitting blood continuously, his blue eyes gleaming with intensity.

“That’s how it appears to you. You’re someone who lacks any romance when it comes to the blade.”

Darkan swept his hair back, curling his blood-soaked lips into a smile.

“I grow stronger the more dire my circumstances become. I’m already looking forward to how I’ll overcome this wretched situation.”

Despite being cornered, he lifted his chin with genuine intent to defeat Derus Robert.

“I’ll bring you down and demand answers about that soul of yours.”
“Fine. If you manage to break me, I’ll tell you everything.”

The moment Derus Robert nodded calmly, his body dissolved like smoke.

Whoooosh!

Derus Robert reappeared directly before Darkan. Without any preparatory motion, he thrust his blade straight toward Darkan’s heart.
It appeared to be an ordinary thrust, yet it carried swordsmanship of devastating profundity.

Clang!

Darkan raised his black sword diagonally, deflecting Derus Robert’s blade that burrowed toward his heart to the left.
Yet even that alone seemed to strain him, as dark blood seeped from his lips.

“You’ve grown weak.”

Derus Robert chuckled, shaking his head.

“I could still thrash you even from a sickbed.”

Darkan dismissed the concern, deflecting Derus Robert’s blade as it surged from the left.

“I’ll give you credit for your fighting spirit, at least.”

Derus Robert chuckled and stepped into Darkan’s range, unleashing a series of weighty sword techniques in rapid succession.

Clang!

Darkan’s hand trembled as he gripped the black sword, stumbling backward ten paces.

‘…This isn’t good.’

It was true that Derus Robert had grown stronger than before, but if my body were in normal condition, I could have handled him. The reason I was being pushed back now was the aftermath of my mental sword breaking.

‘It’s difficult to use the Upper Dantian.’

If I hadn’t relied on my mental sword, I could have captured Derus Robert or forced him to flee, but I regretted using it so carelessly against that mysterious bastard.

‘Still…’

I can’t break down here.

I had always grown stronger through adversity, so I sharpened my dulled focus and analyzed Derus Robert’s swordsmanship.
She had always grown stronger through hardship, so she rallied her sunken concentration and analyzed Derus Robert’s swordsmanship.

“It does seem to show up one way or another.”

Darkan blocked Derus Robert’s sword strike with minimal loss, then healed the injuries to his organs and Upper Dantian. Not relying on his eyes and instead perceiving through his senses proved to be even more helpful.

“You have the qualifications to bear the name Black Night Sword God.”

Derus Robert twisted his lips as if he had figured out his own movements.

“From now on, let’s do things a bit differently.”

Before I could comprehend it, his blade was pursuing the flow of ten thousand swords, just like Glen Zigheart and Raon Zigheart.
In the time they hadn’t seen each other, his black sword, like Glen’s, was pursuing the flow of the Ten Thousand Swords.

Hahahaha!

Darkan spewed a fountain of blood from his mouth and staggered backward like a drunk man.

‘Damn it….’

As I analyzed Derus Robert’s transformed blade, the damage to my Upper Dantian worsened. My vision blurred now, making it difficult to do anything.

“Are you already exhausted the moment you claimed to live up to your name? Dark Night Sword God Darkan?”

Derus Robert spoke with unbearable arrogance, as if he’d already secured his victory.

“I am not the Dark Night Sword God. I am merely a swordsman. As long as this blade does not break, I will not fall.”

Darkan roared for him to come, deflecting Derus Robert’s ferocious assault and launching a counterattack in return.
Blood streamed from his eyes, nose, and mouth, yet he smiled as he swung his blade. It was the indomitable willpower of a spirit that refused to yield to a crumbling body.

“Merely a swordsman….”

Derus Robert furrowed his brow slightly and brought his blade down upon Darkan.

Kuuuuuung!

Darkan raised his black sword, simply blocking Derus Robert’s descending blade.

But Derus Robert no longer relied on swordsmanship technique—he continued layering his aura, pushing forward with sheer force.

Kugugugugugu!

Darkan could not withstand the weight and power infused in Derus Robert’s blade, and he began to crumble.

“Ugh….”

Pushed back by Derus Robert’s blade, Darkan bit his lip as he watched the black sword descend toward his forehead.

“Since you are obsessed with your blade, I shall grant you death by it.”

Derus Robert muttered that this would be a fitting end, pouring more force into his blade.

Fuuuuung!

As Darkan’s forehead was cut by the black sword and blood spilled forth, a tremendous aura erupted toward Derus Robert’s face.

“Hmph!”

Derus Robert snorted and erected a barrier of death energy to block the white aura approaching his face.

Crash!

Yet the white aura pierced through Derus Robert’s death energy and struck his jaw from within.

“Ugh…”

Derus Robert staggered backward along with his sword, which had been pressing against Darkan, as if reeling from the impact.

“Haah…”

Darkan exhaled heavily, as though he had just been pulled back from the brink of death, and bent forward at the waist.

“Are you alright?”

Ogram brushed the death energy from his fist and took his place beside Darkan.

“Why…”

Darkan furrowed his brow, exhaling a sigh tinged with the scent of blood.

“Why did you interfere? I was just about to cut that bastard down.”

Rather than gratitude, he glared at Ogram, questioning why he had interrupted the fight.

“Well…”

Ogram clicked his tongue, as if he had anticipated this very response from Darkan.

“Since you saved me, it’s only natural that I return the favor!”

He shook his head, dismissing the question itself as meaningless.

“I didn’t save you. I simply wanted to fight.”

Darkan raised his black sword, his conviction on the matter unchanged even now.

“I feel the same way. Now that my strength has recovered, I should put it to the test.”

Ogram clenched both fists and drew up his aura, saying he simply wanted to fight Derus Robert like Darkan had.

“How considerate of you to walk toward your own death. I would have granted you a merciful end if you’d stayed still.”

Derus Robert wiped the blood trickling from his lips with the back of his hand and smiled.

“Since it’s come to this, I’ll send both of you on your way at once.”

He was certain of victory even with Ogram’s interference.

A piercing sonic boom tore through the air!

Derus Robert burst forward with intense force, cutting between Ogram and Darkan.

A resonant hum! A deafening crash!

Darkan brought his blade down while Ogram swung his fist, but Derus Robert’s sword met their combined force head-on and pushed through, driving deeper still.

“Hold on just a moment!”

Ogram left the defense to Darkan and activated the Geokhae Technique. The spiraling current of energy coiled around his fist pierced through the deathly aura and shot toward Derus Robert’s heart.

A sharp sonic boom!

But the fist strike wrapped in the Geokhae Technique vanished, pushed away by black mist before it could reach Derus Robert.

“That won’t work a second time.”

Derus Robert twisted his lips as if he knew everything about the Geokhae Technique, swinging his blade. It looked like mere speed, yet strangely, their bodies wouldn’t move.

A violent slash!

Just as Ogram’s right arm was about to be severed, Darkan kicked him away, allowing him to barely escape Derus Robert’s attack range.

A sharp, searing sound!

Though they couldn’t dodge perfectly, a jet-black sword mark blazed across Ogram’s shoulder. Darkan too bore a dark crimson wound on his chest where Derus Robert’s blade had struck.

“Not bad for people meeting for the first time. However….”

Derus Robert condensed the aura of death into his blade and unleashed a vicious thrust.

Crash!

Darkan coughed blood and fell back from his first strike, while Ogram reacted late but failed to defend properly and was sent flying.

Derus Robert stood at a similar level, but against the wounded Darkan, he overwhelmed with sheer aura quantity and power, while against Ogram, whose realm differed, he displayed high-level martial arts.
It was a perfect strategy to suppress both of their combination techniques.

“The same pattern grows tedious. Let’s end this now.”

Derus Robert stood before Darkan and raised his blade.

“I’m curious what power I’ll gain just from killing you, having already consumed your mental world.”

He licked his lips with genuine anticipation.

“Your blade lacks beauty….”

Darkan snorted as he gazed at Derus Robert’s sword.

“What?”
“Glen Zigheart’s blade is noble and majestic. Raon Zigheart’s blade is charging and free. But yours….”

He shook his head with a scornful laugh.

“I feel nothing from it. It’s certainly strong, but utterly hollow.”

Darkan dismissed it as a blade without substance and snorted.

“I’ve sensed it for a while now—you know how to provoke people. Of course, it doesn’t work on me.”

Derus Robert shook his head, dismissing the words of a loser as unworthy of his ears.

“Besides, my hollow space will be filled with your soul and power, so don’t worry.”

He said his blade would soon gain purpose and brought his sword—wreathed in the aura of death—crashing down toward Darkan’s head.

Whoooooosh!

Darkan watched Derus Robert’s blade descending with lethal precision, as if observing his own demise.

Clang!

A blue dimension tore open, and a silver blade surged forth to intercept Derus Robert’s strike.

Crack, crack, crack!

Derus Robert’s blade, which had been overwhelming Darkan and Ogram, began to tremble and lose ground against the superior force.

“This is….”

Derus Robert’s eyes widened in genuine shock as he stared at the blade coursing with crimson lightning.

“That’s it!”

Darkan clapped his hands as he watched the blade pushing Derus Robert back.

“That’s the real blade!”

He cheered as if he knew exactly who wielded it.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

The blue dimension fully opened, and Glen Zigheart emerged, a black cloak draped across his shoulders.
The Supreme Heavenly Sword in his grasp unleashed a ferocious blade aura.

“Chamber and Larian have fallen—how are you here!”

Derus Robert’s jaw trembled in disbelief at Glen Zigheart’s sudden appearance, unable to comprehend the situation despite reading everything perfectly.

“You underestimate the children’s growth as well.”

Glen Zigheart’s gaze, filled with pride, turned backward.

“Haaa….”

Jeina, Princess of Valcar, who had earned her reputation through arrogance and insolence rather than magical prowess, followed in her master’s footsteps to inherit the name of the Ethereal Kingdom. Blood streamed from her nose and mouth as she manifested a long-distance teleportation spell.

“Your plan today….”

Glen Zigheart stepped before Derus Robert, his eyes blazing with lightning-wreathed brilliance.

“It has been shattered by the children you despised.”

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