The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1070

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Chapter 1070

“Tsk.”

Derus Robert clicked his tongue harshly as he glared at Jeina, who had shattered his predictions by opening a long-distance Dimensional Gate.
A murderous intent so fierce it seemed he would kill her on the spot radiated from his entire being.

“Ah….”

Jeina’s face drained of color as she recoiled from Derus’s overwhelming killing intent.

“Not so fast.”

Glen Zigheart brought down a weighty sword strike that prevented Derus from even looking in Jeina’s direction.

Boom!

Derus failed to completely block Glen Zigheart’s strike and was driven backward, his brow furrowing deeply.

“You won’t reach her before I fall.”

Glen Zigheart lifted his chin, declaring that Derus could never approach Jeina unless he first defeated him.

“Glen Zigheart….”

Derus uttered Glen Zigheart’s name with savage intensity, like a beast stripping flesh from bone.

“You have always stood in my way.”

He exhaled a murky breath as memories of all the times Glen Zigheart had blocked his path surfaced.

“It is not I.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head with unwavering resolve.

“You are defeated because you scorned children like Raon.”

He furrowed his brow, demanding that I speak more clearly.

“Disregard? You think I disregard Raon?”

Derus Robert clutched his forehead and chuckled darkly.

“On this Continent—no, in this entire world—I am the only one who truly understands Raon!”

He twisted his lips upward, insisting that he knew Raon better than anyone else.

“I refused to support the White Blood Cult and came here to target Ogram precisely because I acknowledge Raon and all of you. Of course…”

Derus Robert’s fingers tensed as he glanced at the fallen Darkan.

“I never imagined that madman would be recruited by Raon.”

He let out a hollow laugh, admitting that despite acknowledging Raon, he had never anticipated Darkan’s involvement.

“Ah, one more thing.”

Derus Robert closed the Dimensional Gate and turned his gaze toward Princess Jeina, who was tending to Darkan and Ogram.

“That a foolish, arrogant princess possessed the ability to open a long-distance Dimensional Gate—that was beyond my expectations.”

Derus Robert nodded, acknowledging Princess Jeina’s capabilities.

“I, I too…”

Princess Jeina’s trembling lips parted as she met Derus Robert’s gaze.

“I was able to change because of Raon Zigheart!”

She lifted her chin, declaring that her own transformation had begun through Raon’s influence.

“I see.”

Glen Zigheart’s lips curved slightly upward, pleased by Princess Jeina’s words.

“Yes. That fellow is always the problem.”

Derus bared his killing intent not toward Jeina, but toward Raon, who wasn’t even present, grinding his teeth.

“I told you to assess your opponent properly.”

Glen twisted his wrist and thrust the True Heavenly Sword forward. The silver blade, moving faster than sound itself, had already reached Derus’s throat.

Clang!

Derus managed to deflect Glen’s thrust by twisting his sword, but crimson blood streamed from his neck.

“That’s it!”

Darkan, still lying down, raised his hand.

“That’s the real sword! He pursues perfection!”

He curled his lips upward, speaking of a sword that had reached such perfection that no thread marks were visible on it, like flawless clothing.

“Ha….”

Ogram wiped the blood flowing from his mouth and let out a hollow laugh.

“Why don’t you tell that old man he’s interfering?”

He narrowed his eyes, questioning why there was such discrimination.

“His swordsmanship is magnificent!”

Darkan kept his eyes fixed on Glen, curling his lips upward.

“With swordsmanship of that caliber, I could accept him taking my head!”

He savored the thought of Glen’s refined swordsmanship, hoping it would surpass his own.

“Truly, a man obsessed with the sword.”

Ogram shook his head, saying he was fed up.

“Hey! Glen Zigheart!”

Darkan waved his hand toward Glen.

“I never thought you’d save me. Since it’s come to this….”

He shaped his fingers into the form of a sword.

“Show me all of your swords!”

Darkan spoke as though making a request, then forced his body upright. The vitality radiating from him seemed impossible for someone who’d been driven to the brink of death.

“Noisy.”

Glen ignored Darkan’s words and unleashed the Heavenly Thunder Sword and the Spear Sky Sword techniques toward Derus Robert.

Whoooooosh!

The two sword techniques harmonized as though they had always been one, causing the heavens to tremble and summoning crimson lightning.

Crack-crack-crack-crack!

Derus Robert could not withstand Glen’s Spear Sky Heavenly Thunder and staggered backward repeatedly. Blood sprayed from his lips, and the aura of death melted away in crimson streams.

“You are a more dangerous existence than anyone.”

Glen’s gaze sank with terrifying depth.

“I will sever your neck here.”

Derus Robert did not move to support the White Blood Cult under assault, instead turning his attention to dealing with the other Five Emperors first.

That was no ordinary human judgment. It was right to dispose of him swiftly before the situation became even more perilous.

Whoooooosh!

Glen’s True Heaven Sword trembled violently, and brilliant crimson lightning extended in all directions—the hidden ultimate technique of the Spear Sky Heavenly Thunder that he had not yet taught Raon: Heaven’s Wrath Lightning.

Clang!

Derus Robert’s blue eyes flashed as though reading the flow of Glen’s sword technique, and he raised his blade wreathed in the aura of death.

Kwaaaaaaang!

A bolt of lightning that held the heavens and a blade steeped in death collided, unleashing a terrifying explosion of force.

Yet it didn’t take long for the outcome of what had appeared to be an even clash to reveal itself.

Screeeech!

A fissure as if the sky itself were splitting tore upward, carving a vivid crimson sword wound across Derus Robert’s chest.

“Cough!”

Derus Robert spat blood and clutched at his gaping wound with trembling hands.

“Truly… insane swordsmanship.”

He stared at the wound on his chest, his eyes narrowing with disbelief.

“Hooo!”

Darkan let out a cry of exultation.

“What is that sword! If I recover, let me use it too!”

He waved his hands vigorously as if Glen Zigheart were his closest friend.

“Hmm…”

Yet Glen Zigheart’s expression was far from pleased.

‘I unleashed that with the intent to kill.’

Though I hadn’t opened the Sword Realm or employed the Heart Sword, I was astonished that Derus Robert hadn’t perished despite my full-power technique.

‘He’s truly grown stronger.’

Derus Robert had advanced far beyond what I’d witnessed in Owen. His power had reached a level where, should I grow careless, he could strike me down—a growth rate comparable to Raon’s, who possessed unparalleled talent across all ages.

‘There’s no helping it.’

Glen raised the True Heavenly Sword, aiming it at Derus Robert’s heart.

A resonant hum echoed through the air.

The will embedded in his blade reached toward the heavens, igniting a colorless light.

A deep, thrumming vibration rippled outward.

Glen was about to unleash a heart-severing strike to cut down Derus Robert’s very soul.

“No heart-severing strikes!”

Darkan’s voice erupted with such force it seemed his throat might tear.

“Tch…”

Glen’s concentration shattered at the thunderous roar of Darkan’s command as he channeled the heart-severing technique.

A brilliant flash erupted.

Derus Robert seized the opening without hesitation, shattering a glass orb to tear open a pristine white Dimensional Gate.

“We’ll call it a day here.”

He stepped backward immediately, moving toward the white Dimensional Gate.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Glen bent his knees forward and thrust the True Heavenly Sword. Darkan’s warning about the heart-severing strike echoed in his mind, so he reluctantly unfurled the Heavenly Palace Lightning technique once more.

Lightning tore through the space with a deafening roar.

The thunderbolt carved a deep wound across Derus Robert’s chest, exposing his ribs.

Yet he didn’t stop at defense—he raised his sword, wreathed in the aura of death.

A sharp, piercing sound cut through the air.

A black line appeared across the back of Glen’s hand, and crimson blood began to drip.

“You should feel it too. The wound on the back of your hand….”

Derus Robert disappeared into the white dimension, his laughter echoing with a peculiar rasp.

“How unbearably itchy it is.”

He left behind words that we would meet again soon, then vanished along with the white dimension.

“Darkan.”

Glen Zigheart turned to face Darkan, his brow furrowing deeply.

“Why did you interfere?”
“Because it would be meaningless unless you sacrificed your life.”

Darkan exhaled a turbid breath and shook his head.

“What do you mean….”
“Thanks to you, I was able to enter the realm of the Heart Sword. It’s slightly different, but I used it against that monster….”

He recounted everything that had transpired during his battle with Derus Robert.

“A soul so vast that it shattered the mental image of the Heart Sword I created for combat….”

Glen Zigheart’s eyes narrowed sharply as he regarded Darkan.

‘Darkan couldn’t have misread this.’

Darkan had grown strong enough to draw a blade against him. A swordmaster of that caliber would never misjudge another’s soul.

‘Then Derus Robert’s enormous soul is real.’

If he had shattered Darkan’s Mental World through sheer soul magnitude alone, there was a considerable chance that even his Heart Sword could not cut through Derus Robert’s soul.

“Eyes blooming from black shadow….”

Glen Zigheart’s brow creased as he gazed toward where Derus Robert had vanished.

‘What is that creature’s true identity?’

I’ve witnessed countless monsters that absorb the souls of others, but I’ve never once heard of a being that conceals a soul far greater than its own.
Merely hearing Darkan’s words sent an inexplicable chill down my spine.

“Sigh….”

Glen Zigheart exhaled a heavy breath.

‘That creature targeting Raon troubles me.’

Derus Robert displayed an inexplicable acknowledgment and obsession with Raon. The anxiety of an unknown monster fixating on him weighed heavily.

‘I wish I could take him away, but….’

I cannot predict what lies ahead.

The Heavenly Demon and Derus Robert appeared to walk the same path, yet their directions diverged.
I wanted to eliminate both those creatures myself and remove the threat entirely, but it seemed far from simple.

“Phew….”

As Glen Zigheart sighed, Darkan gestured with his hand.

“Hey, give me a hand.”

Darkan extended his hand, asking for help to stand.

“….”

Glen Zigheart observed Darkan’s black eye patch before grasping his hand and pulling him to his feet.

“I never expected to be the one helping you up by your hand.”

Darkan chuckled, finding the situation amusing.

“The feeling is mutual.”

Glen Zigheart nodded calmly and steadied the swaying Darkan.

“Princess Jeina. Can you open the gate again?”

He supported Ogram with his left arm while gazing at Jeina.

“It’s possible. It will just take a little time.”

Jeina nodded, determined to open it no matter what as she looked at the severely wounded Ogram and Darkan.

Whirrrrrrr!

She had accumulated considerable effort over time, and before even ten minutes had passed, she reopened the Dimensional Gate blazing blue once more.

“The Saint of Nenma and the Saint are at the White Blood Cult, so I’ve connected it there.”

Jeina pointed to the Dimensional Gate with a pallid, exhausted expression.

“Thank you.”

Glen Zigheart nodded to Jeina and was about to enter the Dimensional Gate.

“Hey.”

Darkan raised a finger toward Glen Zigheart.

“Once I’m fully healed, let’s have a match.”
“It will take a long time to recover your power. Considering what the Wrath King did, your strength might be permanently gone.”

Glen Zigheart narrowed his eyes as he looked at Darkan.

“That’s certainly possible. But there’s always a way.”

Darkan shook his head as if to say not to worry.

“What way?”

Glen Zigheart narrowed his eyes with curiosity.

“Since I gouged out my eyes and mastered the Sword Heart, wouldn’t my power recover if I cut off a leg?”

Darkan rubbed his own thigh earnestly as if speaking the truth.

“Hah.”

Glen sensed that Darkan’s words held no deception and exhaled slowly.

“So? Will you fight me?”

Darkan tilted his chin, asking for an answer.

“Very well.”

Glen nodded gently.

“If you live, and I remain alive…”

He stepped through the Dimensional Gate that Jeina had opened, a faint smile crossing his face.

“Then let us clash without restraint.”

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Cough!

The moment Derus Robert emerged from the Dimensional Gate forged by divine power, he spat out blackened blood.

‘That Glen Zigheart… he’s always genuine.’

He touched the wound blazing crimson across his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Master.”

Kubara’s expression remained composed, though inwardly alarmed, as she rushed to his side and bathed him in white light.

Yet the wound Glen had inflicted ignored Kubara’s divine power and continued to tear wider.

“What manner of wound is this…”

Kubara exhaled sharply as she witnessed the sword mark that defied even divine power.

“Could the Black Night Sword God have wielded such a blade?”
“It wasn’t Darkan.”

Derus Robert wiped the blood from his lips with a trembling hand.

“Glen Zigheart. The North Destruction King came himself.”

He furrowed his brow as he gazed at the crystal orb on the desk.

“Fool. If you were going to block it, you should have blocked it completely!”

Derus Robert cursed at the Heavenly Demon and ground his teeth.

“What happened with ‘that matter’?”

Derus Robert forced his wound shut and turned his gaze toward Kubara.

“That side has progressed better than planned.”

Kubara nodded, indicating there was nothing to worry about.

“For now, we should focus on treatment. I’ll open the divine power chamber immediately.”
“No.”

As she rose to turn away, Derus Robert waved his hand.

“Open the Cultivation Chamber first.”

Derus Robert straightened his back, leaning on his sword.

“Pardon? The Cultivation Chamber now?”

Kubara swallowed dryly, bewildered—it was unlike Derus Robert, who always prioritized his physical body above all else, to say such a thing.

“Thanks to consuming Darkan’s mental world, a staircase has appeared before me as well.”

Derus Robert’s lips twisted upward in a grin.

“A lofty and noble staircase that leads to the Sword Realm!”

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“Mmm….”

I opened my eyes to the sound of an eerie noise ringing in my ears.

-Please! Please! Please!
‘What’s making all this racket….’

As I furrowed my brow, something swept past my vision.

‘What is that?’

Opening my eyes wide to examine it more carefully, I saw Wrath wearing a white headscarf, waving a blue staff as he spun in circles above my head.

“What are you doing?”

I couldn’t help but part my dry lips and ask.

-Can’t you see? I’m praying to the Demon King!
‘That’s why I’m asking.’
-I’m offering a prayer to the Demon King!

Wrath wore a reverent expression as he said he was making a plea to the Demon King.

“Don’t tell me….”

I raised one eyebrow.

“You were wishing for me to wake up healthy? Wrath….”
-Stop spouting nonsense!

Wrath shook his head vigorously, telling me to quit my ridiculous assumptions.

-You’ll recover just fine anyway, so I’ve been praying that the rewards bestowed upon you for destroying the White Blood Cult will crumble to dust!

He shook the hand holding his staff, saying he’d been offering prayers for four days straight.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled heavily at the sight before me.

‘I’ve only just woken up, and I’m already exhausted.’

As I muttered about my fatigue and shook my head, a blue message began to materialize before my eyes.

[You have achieved a great accomplishment that will be remembered in history.]
[All stats increase by 100 points.]

However, the message contained only two lines.

-Oh! Demon King, my lord!

Wrath threw both arms wide open and cheered, claiming his prayers had worked.

-100 points stings a bit, but this much I can endure!

He chuckled with satisfaction, saying his days of prayer had borne fruit.

“Hmm, an achievement of this magnitude shouldn’t end with just two lines….”

I narrowed my eyes and examined the message again.

Whoooooosh!

The blue message that had been merely two lines suddenly erupted like a volcano, surging upward in a torrent.

[You have achieved a great Achievement that will be recorded in history.]
[All stats increase by 100 points.]
[New trait….]
[Trait….]
[Trait….]
[Title….]
[….]

The blue messages floated beyond Wrath, who hung suspended in mid-air, reaching all the way to the ceiling. Now that I looked at it, the sheer volume of information seemed to have caused a delay in the message display.
It seemed like there was a delay in the messages because there were too many.

Ah…

Wrath stared blankly at the message that couldn’t be taken in at a glance, his mouth hanging open in shock.

“I guess my prayers didn’t work.”

Raon pointed at the message and smiled brightly.

Why… Why won’t you grant the True Demon King’s wish!

Wrath threw down the staff in his hand as if his anger had truly exploded.

‘Whoa!’
“Ugh!”

Raon raised his hand to cover his mouth as if he were making a fuss.

-Shut your mouth if you know what’s good for you!
Shut up, you’re pissing me off!

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