The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1126

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Chapter 1126

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Lectar drew a deep breath as he watched the Archangel Ramiel plummet, wreathed in lightning.

‘His body has become as swift as lightning itself.’

Ever since Ramiel had enveloped himself in lightning, his movements had become impossible to track with the naked eye.
I pursued the way of ten thousand blades and possessed considerable skill in swift swordplay, yet even my rapid strikes struggled to keep pace with Ramiel.

‘From the right?’

I sensed Ramiel’s killing intent near my right collarbone. I desperately pivoted my blade to intercept the incoming fist wreathed in thunderous electricity.

Clang!

The moment my sword blocked the lightning-wrapped fist, a shattering impact coursed through my shoulder and forearm.

‘Ugh!’

I bit my lip, stifling the scream that erupted from my soul.

‘This is dangerous….’

My right arm, which I had sacrificed to save Mustan from Ramiel, throbbed with unbearable pain. My grip weakened so severely I nearly dropped my blade.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

I stared at my arm, darkened like an overripe banana, and bit my lip harder.

‘My arm won’t obey me.’

Ramiel’s lightning clung like thorns, refusing to dissipate. When I tried to force it out with my aura, it only burrowed deeper, intensifying the agony.

‘Still, I must find a way….’

It was the moment when Lectar, steeling himself for serious aftereffects, attempted to erase Ramiel’s lightning mark embedded in his arm.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Ramiel appeared from behind at a speed I could barely react to.

‘Where is he aiming?’

His speed was overwhelming, and he approached with his presence completely suppressed, so I couldn’t discern his target. With no time to spare, I had to choose a single point of defense.

‘His pride is wounded because his first attack was blocked. Then….’

He intends to kill me with this attack.

Lectar lowered his sword and positioned it before his heart. Fortunately, his prediction proved correct as Ramiel’s lightning-wreathed fist came driving toward the blade.

Boom!

The moment I blocked Ramiel’s fist with my sword, the tremendous impact sent my body reeling backward like a sheet of paper caught in the wind.
My arm had lost all sensation—I could only feel myself desperately gripping the sword.

‘Is this the end?’

From the collision just now, the internal and external lightning marks clashed, and my right arm no longer responded properly. It truly seemed to be the final moment.

“Master!”

As Lectar gritted his teeth, Mustan cried out as if pushing back the lightning mark itself. His disciple called out to him with trembling hands, desperately pleading for him to return alive.

“Old man! Snap out of it!”

Lawrence too cast aside the usual dull glaze in his eyes and raised his fists.

‘That’s right. It’s not over yet.’

Lectar lifted his trembling head, a blood-stained smile spreading across his face.

‘I have to keep those two alive.’

Even if I perish here, I must ensure that my disciple Mustan and Lawrence, whom I’ve treated like a brother, survive and escape this land at any cost.

‘Besides, I cannot die yet. It’s been far too long since I’ve seen the faces of my precious grandchildren!’

I had gathered considerable intelligence about the Celestial Race by raiding Derus Robert’s forces. Until I could pass that information to Raon and witness that child’s smile, I could never allow myself to fall.

‘But holding out like this is impossible.’

Realistically, I was on the defensive while Ramiel not only remained unscathed but radiated explosive power. The gap in raw strength was undeniable, so I had to judge this situation coldly and rationally.

‘I’ll sacrifice my right arm.’

My right arm no longer moved properly, and recovery was already beyond reach. I cast it aside and vowed to devour Ramiel’s heart, turning my back as I shifted my sword to my left hand.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

As expected, Ramiel materialized from the void and brought his technique crashing down toward my right arm.

The attack came with such overwhelming speed that I couldn’t block it even knowing it was coming. I simply offered my right arm without resistance.

Boom!

The sensation didn’t fade—it intensified instead, an enormous wave of agony flooding my mind. The extreme pain nearly robbed me of consciousness.

‘Endure!’

Yet the pain, however severe, was not enough to break my will.

“Grrgh!”

I clenched my teeth so hard they threatened to shatter, and thrust the sword in my left hand toward Ramiel, who wore that mocking smile.

‘For a swordmaster, hands are not what matters.’

For those who have transcended, what truly matters is an unbreakable will and the resolve forged through the blade. Losing a single arm would never bring me down.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

I detonated the aura and resolve I had cultivated my entire life, pierced through Ramiel’s shield of lightning, and drove my blade into his left chest.

Craaaaaash!

Ramiel’s flesh and bone shattered beneath the blade, and blood infused with a soft luminescence cascaded down.

“Kyaaaaaaagh!”

He shrieked as if experiencing pain for the first time since his birth, his voice tearing through the air as he erupted with lightning from within his body.

‘Damn it….’

Lectar bit down on his torn lip.

‘It didn’t pierce deep enough.’

I had managed to drive the blade into Ramiel’s chest, but the overwhelming lightning he unleashed prevented me from completely splitting or rupturing his heart. It was only half a success.

“You filthy bastard!”

Ramiel grasped the blade embedded in his chest with his hand. He wrapped lightning around his grip to wrench out Lectar’s sword.

However, with an aura-wrapped blade piercing his heart, Ramiel couldn’t exert his full power, and the lightning bolts visibly thinned compared to before.

“Not a chance!”

Lectar roared that he would never let go, planting his feet firmly. He pushed against the ground and drove his left arm holding the blade deeper forward.

Shhhhhhk!

The gleaming blade sank deeper into Ramiel’s chest, and bright red blood sprayed from his mouth.

“Grrrrgh!”

Ramiel let out a deep groan and hunched his upper body forward. His grip on the blade weakened as pain consumed him.

‘Now. I have to kill him!’

Just as Lectar twisted his waist to slice through Ramiel’s entire body with the blade piercing his chest—

Craaash!

Ramiel seemed to regain his senses, tightening his grip on the sword in his hand. Golden lightning crackled across the back of his hand, and a terrifying force surged through me.

‘He still possesses this much power?’

Despite his shattered heart preventing him from using his full strength, this level of power was terrifying. If he were intact, I would surely be dead already.

“You filthy creature!”

Ramiel glared at me with gnashing teeth. He clenched the blade embedded in his chest with such force it seemed ready to snap, determined to tear my pathetic body to shreds.

“Ugh….”

I gasped sharply, alarmed by the overwhelming force transmitted through my left arm from Ramiel.

‘Is his physical ability fundamentally different from humans?’

I was driving the blade forward with ten thousand pounds of force, yet even with his heart shattered and unable to exert his full power, he was holding firm. It felt less like piercing a person and more like thrusting into a mountain.

‘I absolutely cannot let him escape!’

I had already expended considerable aura and willpower to breach Ramiel’s defenses. If I released him now, Mustan, Lawrence, and I would all certainly die. Ironically, to survive, I had to endure with every ounce of strength I possessed.
If she let him slip away here and now, she, Mustan, and Lawrence would surely die. Ironically, to survive, she had to hold on with all her might, even if it meant fighting to the death.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

Lectar shouted with effort and bent his knees. Using the recoil, he drove the blade deeper into Ramiel’s chest—not just with his left arm, but with his entire body, pushing it in by half a finger’s length.

“When that bastard is weakened, we have to finish him off by any means necessary.”

An ordinary human would have died long ago, but he was an Archangel. Unfortunately, all I could do was prevent him from using his true power.
If he were an ordinary human, he would have died long ago, but he’s an Archangel. Unfortunately, all I managed to do was seal his powers.

“Get lost already! You bloodsucking leech!”

Ramiel raised his fist and struck Lectar across the face.

Blech!

The sound of rock shattering echoed, but Lectar smiled without releasing his grip on his sword.

“You’ve grown weak. If that were your true strength, my head would have split open!”

Lectar sneered and concentrated his aura into his blade. The energy surrounding the sword’s edge expanded further, tearing through Ramiel’s flesh and bone as blood and viscera erupted outward.

“Aaaaaargh!”

Ramiel screamed as fresh agony surged through him, pounding his fists against Lectar’s waist.

“That’s not enough to bring me down.”

Lectar smiled with blood-stained lips, continuing to twist his blade.

“Gaaaah!”

Ramiel’s entire body trembled as his regenerating flesh and bone tore open once more. His once-radiant wings, now drenched in blood, began to droop.

“A mere human….”

He glared at Lectar with eyes burning crimson.

“How dare a mere human defy the Celestial Race!”

Ramiel gnashed his teeth and raised his left hand—the one not gripping the blade—toward the sky.

“I shall bestow upon you true divine punishment!”

As he lowered his hand, crimson lightning descended from the heavens.

Boom!

The scarlet bolts poured down like a torrential storm, engulfing not only Lectar but Ramiel as well, triggering a massive explosion.

“Cough!”

Lectar coughed up blood and dropped to one knee. His skin blackened from the impact of the lightning strike.

“Heh….”

Ramiel too had not entirely escaped the lightning’s fury, blood trickling from his lips. Yet seeing Lectar suffering far more grievously, he twisted his mouth into a smile.

“There’s no way a mere human could withstand the heavens’ divine punishment.”

He nodded as if he’d expected this all along.

“Yes, but you’re taking damage too, aren’t you?”

Lectar drew a ragged breath as he watched Ramiel’s skin melting away from the lightning.

“Of course. I cannot completely evade the lightning either. However….”

Ramiel let out a scornful laugh, his chin raised defiantly.

“I possess formidable resistance to divine power. You will fall first!”

He raised his hand again, declaring that he could easily withstand lightning of that magnitude.

Rummmble!

At Ramiel’s gesture, an even more colossal bolt of lightning pierced through the clouds.

“Grraaahhh!”

Lectar gritted his teeth and drove his blade deeper toward Ramiel’s heart.
But the creature’s grip on the sword was too powerful—he couldn’t drive it in completely this time either.

“Khehehehe….”

As if Ramiel had grown accustomed to the pain, he released the second lightning bolt with a sinister smile.

Craaaaaash!

Lectar clenched his teeth as he watched the lightning descend like a javelin, sharp and merciless.

‘Damn it….’

I can’t dodge it, and I can’t block it!

To stop that lightning, I’d have to release the aura suppressing Ramiel, but then he’d immediately regenerate the wound on his chest, create distance, and kill me with ease.
Even if I were to be struck down by that lightning, I couldn’t afford to retreat.

‘Hold on! He’s approaching his limit too!’

Lectar gritted his teeth, bracing himself against the lightning strike.

Clang!

Two shadows materialized above his head.

Boom!

Mustan and Lawrence. The two of them raised their sword and staff respectively, unleashing their own ultimate techniques toward Ramiel’s lightning descending from the heavens.

Crash!

As Mustan and Lawrence’s auras collided with Ramiel’s lightning, a deep black fissure tore open between sky and earth.

However, unlike with Lectar, the lightning began consuming their auras and pressing downward toward the ground.

“Ugh!”

Mustan’s arm trembled violently as the pressure of the lightning bore down on him, threatening to crush his body.

“Endure!”

Lawrence attempted to deflect Ramiel’s lightning using reverse flow technique, but since it was divine power rather than the blood energy he had studied, it proved far more difficult.

“Ah…”

Lectar’s eyes widened in shock—he had never imagined Mustan and Lawrence would intervene in this battle.

“Flee! This is not something you can withstand!

He shook his head urgently, urging them to retreat.

“Master, would you flee if you were in our position?”
“That’s right. The Ancestor would have done the same!”

Mustan and Lawrence clenched their teeth, refusing to yield as they held their ground against the lightning to the very end.

Whoooosh!

Perhaps because their desperate hearts aligned, the lightning finally lost its power before Lectar’s eyes and dissipated.

“Insects remain insects no matter how many gather!”

Ramiel, genuinely enraged at being hindered by Mustan and Lawrence whom he had dismissed as mere insects, bared his white teeth.

“I’ll incinerate you all!”

As he lowered his hand again, dozens of lightning bolts poured down from the sky.

“Just block the right end! I’ll handle the center and left somehow!”

Lawrence issued orders to Mustan while spreading both hands wide, his entire body shielding against the cascading lightning.

Boom!

Even as his long hair burned in the electric flames and his skin seared, he did not retreat before the descending bolts.

“Grandfather….”

Lawrence curled his lips and turned his gaze toward Lectar.

“Don’t worry about us—fight to the very end!”

He nodded, urging him forward.

“Arrrrrgh!”

Mustan, without even the luxury of words, encouraged him with a roar.

“Thank you….”

Lectar nodded and concentrated his aura into his blade.

‘If I lose here, I become worthless.’

Watching Mustan and Lawrence block the lightning with such desperate resolve, a shock unlike anything before stirred within the Ten Thousand Swords that had stagnated for so long.

A new sword enlightenment. My entire mind—no, my whole body became the sword itself, my senses sharpening as a sword path emerged where my left hand could wield the same skill as my right.

Whoooosh!

As Lectar focused on his current enlightenment, the aura dwelling in his blade pierced through the white-hot divine power and began to bore into Ramiel’s heart.

“Wh…?”

Ramiel’s jaw trembled at the chilling sensation of the blade sinking deep into his heart.

“You, you bastard!”

Sensing his own death, Ramiel unleashed his vital essence—the source of life itself—and eight wings erupted from his back as golden lightning exploded outward, sweeping across the surroundings.

Boom!

The most colossal thunderbolt yet erupted, and Mustan and Lawrence, who had been holding back the lightning, were violently hurled away and crashed into the fractured earth.

Cough!

Lectar, caught off guard while consolidating his enlightenment, spat black blood and doubled over.
Yet even as the lightning struck his body, he refused to release his grip on the blade piercing Ramiel’s chest.

“I never imagined a mere human could draw forth my true power.”

Ramiel gnashed his teeth, gazing at the eight wings spread wide behind him.

“For that, I will kill you as miserably as possible!”

He muttered that he would not grant an easy death, extending his hand crackling with lightning.

Cough!

Lectar’s chest split open, blood gushing forth. He finally released his grip on the sword and collapsed where he stood.

“Ugh…”

The skin on Lectar’s left palm had been torn away, exposing raw flesh beneath—a wound that spoke of his unwillingness to let go of the blade until the very end.

“Persistent bastard.”

Ramiel’s brow furrowed deeply as he observed the handprints Lectar had left on the sword blade.

“I should teach you my pain first. I’ll tear out your ribs one by one.”

It was the moment Ramiel extended his right arm and seized Lectar by the collar, lifting him into the air.

Screeeech!

A young Sparrow rose above the pitch-black sky where lightning crackled and churned.

“A Sparrow?”

It was the moment Ramiel’s eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze upon the Sparrow.

Shhhhwip!

A crimson line was drawn across his neck, above the hand that gripped Lectar’s collar.

Splooooort!

The red line carved across Ramiel’s neck erupted in searing heat, and his body, split in half, was hurled backward.

“You… you are…”

Lectar’s jaw trembled as he severed Ramiel’s neck and beheld the swordsman’s face before him.

“Why are you here…?”
“Rest for a moment, please.”

As the swordsman lowered his hand and summoned a sacred black aura, the wounds on Lectar’s chest and shoulders began to heal slowly.

After completing the temporary treatment, he carefully set Lectar down.

“Hah…”

Lectar’s entire body relaxed, and as he felt most of Ramiel’s divine lightning—which had been causing him agony—fade away, he exhaled in relief.

“Golden hair and crimson eyes. So you’re the one Derus mentioned….”

Ramiel stared at the newly emerged swordsman’s face, still clutching the severed neck in his hand.

“Shut your mouth.”

Raon Zigheart. Master of Gwangpung Hall and a prodigy of unparalleled talent throughout the ages who had earned the epithet “Sword Master” through his own power—he trampled the golden lightning beneath his feet, his piercing eyes flashing with lethal intent.

“I’m about to show you exactly who you’ve just laid hands on.”

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