The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1131

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Chapter 1131

“Derus Robert.”

Glen Zigheart looked down at Derus Robert, his eyes narrowing like a deep chasm.

“You again.”

Around him, lightning crackling with fury bloomed like blood-soaked cherry blossoms, eerie and ominous.

“Again? It has been quite some time since we last met.”

Derus Robert showed no alarm at Glen Zigheart’s appearance, instead offering a leisurely smile.

“But the North Destruction King…”

He casually shifted his gaze toward Raon, whom Glen Zigheart was shielding with his body.

“It seems you cherish your grandson dearly. I never imagined you would rush out like a rabbit with its tail on fire the moment your grandson faced danger.”

Derus Robert examined Glen Zigheart and Raon alternately with his transparent eyes, smiling serenely as if he understood every thought running through their minds.

“I came here not because of Gwangpung, but to deal with you.”

Glen Zigheart drew the Divine Sword as if to kill Derus Robert on the spot. Over the chillingly pale blade, the murderous intent of the Continent’s greatest swordsman blazed fiercely.

“Please, do not say such things.”

Derus Robert raised both hands in a calming gesture.

“How could I possibly stand against the North Destruction King? Or rather, the Sword Saint himself?”

He gestured with a slight nod of his chin for Glen Zigheart to lower his sword.

“….”

Raon watched Derus Robert face off against Glen Zigheart, his eyes narrowing to thin threads.

‘What in the world is that bastard thinking?’

The old Derus Robert would have appeared composed on the surface, but internally he would have been flustered, scrambling to devise an escape from this predicament.

Yet the current Derus Robert was actually smiling as if delighted to see Glen Zigheart, waving his hand in greeting. He looked as though he had been waiting for this very moment.

‘Was I not his target?’

Until moments ago, I had believed Derus Robert’s purpose was to absorb the Heart Sword and thereby read his inner world, thoughts, and past.
But gazing into his eyes now, it seemed he desired something entirely different.

‘That’s right. He surrendered the Heart Sword far too easily.’

Derus Robert could have absorbed my Heart Sword to some degree, yet the moment Glen Zigheart appeared, he withdrew cleanly. It was becoming increasingly clear that he harbored an ulterior motive.

“You’ve changed.”

Glen Zigheart seemed to sense that the aura enveloping Derus Robert differed from before, his left eyebrow furrowing.

“Have you mastered the Heart Sword?”

Like a swordmaster who had reached the pinnacle of the blade, he grasped Derus Robert’s level in an instant and lowered his chin.

“As expected, you perceive it well.”

Derus Robert nodded with a thin smile playing across his lips.

“It was only through the Previous Holy Sword Master’s benevolence that I could reach that mysterious realm.”

He spoke of Darkan as a truly grateful person, smiling wickedly. To anyone unaware of the truth, it would seem Darkan had kindly taught him the Heart Sword.
If someone who didn’t know better heard him, they might actually think Darkan was kindly explaining what a heart examination was.

“That ugliness remains unchanged.”

Glen glared at Derus with bared teeth.

“That’s getting more and more foul-smelling.”

He lifted the Jincheon Sword as if to say he wouldn’t let Derus Robert get away like this.

“If you wish to spar with me to such an extent, I suppose I have no choice.”

Derus Robert smiled faintly and extended his hand toward the empty air.

Crack!

Space tore open, and a blade emerged—harmoniously blending white and gold light. It was a holy sword as beautiful and sacred as those depicted in mythology or carved into cathedral walls.

“This is the Holy Sword Sarcantara.”

Derus Robert grasped the holy sword that materialized in his palm, a cold smile crossing his face.

“With this blade, I won’t fall so easily as before.”

He beckoned Glen Zigheart with a finger, as if inviting him to come at him.

“Head of House!”

I shouted toward Glen Zigheart’s back.

“Derus Robert’s heart sword has the ability to absorb the opponent’s heart sword! Be careful!”

I cried out loudly so everyone could hear of Derus Robert’s heart sword ability that I had experienced firsthand.

‘Of all the abilities to manifest, it had to be that one.’

Derus Robert possessed the ability to absorb others’ martial power, but I never expected it to extend to heart swords. He was always the type to send chills down one’s spine.

“Ha…”

Derus Robert chuckled upon hearing my words.

“You needn’t worry about such things.”

He rotated his wrist, saying it was merely a light sparring match.

“It’s fine.”

Glen Zigheart nodded calmly, as if telling me to rest easy, then fixed a cold gaze upon Derus Robert.

‘Can Grandfather win?’

I gently bit my lip and gestured to Wrath.

-There is no one on this Continent who could kill the old man in a one-on-one duel, lad.

Wrath shook his head as if to say I was worrying about the wrong things.

-However, that inhuman creature you call your sworn rival has also changed considerably from before.

He gestured toward Derus Robert, his eyes narrowing.

‘Does that mean Grandfather could be in danger?’

I tore my gaze from Glen Zigheart and looked urgently at Wrath.

-No, that’s not quite it. Even now, he could still kill that creature. But….

Wrath smacked his lips and continued.

-Your grandfather may very well depart from this world.

He clicked his tongue briefly, suggesting there was a possibility that Derus Robert could kill Glen Zigheart and cause his ascension.

‘Derus is capable of that?’

I stared at Derus Robert, my jaw slack, though he still wore that smile.

-Indeed.

Wrath nodded briefly.

-That creature can only be cleanly cut down if the old man is prepared to depart from this world himself.

He wrinkled his nose, noting that Derus Robert had accomplished far more than expected.

“Then, as the junior, I shall strike first.”

Derus Robert curled his lips upward and vanished from that spot. He burst forth not from Glen Zigheart’s blind spot or from behind, but from directly ahead, bringing his blade down in a devastating strike.

Shhhhring!

Glen lifted the True Heavenly Sword with a single light gesture of his finger, his expression utterly unmoved.

Claaaaaang!

Glen’s True Heavenly Sword and the Holy Sword Sarcanta wielded by Derus Robert collided, unleashing a terrifying shockwave that swept across heaven and earth.

The ground split and tore asunder, while countless fissures opened in the void. A battle between Transcendents—those who had reached the very pinnacle—was akin to the clash of gods themselves.

“Just as expected!”

Derus Robert murmured that it exceeded his expectations, thrusting the Holy Sword forward faster than light itself.

Paaaaaang!

Glen simply rotated the True Heavenly Sword lightly, deflecting Derus Robert’s blade and sending his body flying backward.

Claaaaaang!

Glen and Derus Robert unleashed an endless torrent of swordplay at close range, their breathing synchronized in the narrow distance between them.

‘Insane.’

I pressed my lips together as I watched Glen and Derus Robert exchange blows, leaving only trails of light in their wake.

‘There’s still such a vast gap.’

I had thought I had closed the distance considerably, but it seemed that was merely my delusion. Those two, who had transcended the rank of the Five Emperors Three Demons, existed in an entirely different dimension from me.

‘Yet I can see it now.’

With my greatly improved strength, I could sense how Glen and Derus Robert fought and what they aimed for. Watching their close combat was an invaluable lesson in itself.

‘But…’

Something felt slightly off.

I furrowed my brow as I observed Derus Robert facing Glen’s True Heavenly Sword.

‘Grandfather’s sword strikes are far more powerful, so why isn’t Derus Robert at a disadvantage?’

Derus Robert had grown stronger, that much was true, but Glen Zigheart’s realm and aura still occupied a higher plane. I couldn’t understand why the gap between them wasn’t more pronounced, as if they were fighting at similar levels.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

Derus Robert amplified my suspicions further by blocking Glen Zigheart’s high-level sword strike with merely two steps backward.

‘This makes no sense.’

Despite his realm, Glen Zigheart continued to grow, and by now he had literally become a god of the sword.
To withstand his sword strikes without being pushed back significantly—even with the power of an Archangel, it should have been impossible for Derus Robert.

Whoooooosh!

I resonated the Ring of Fire with such intensity that my heart ached, and opened the Divine Eye of Clarity.

‘There has to be a reason.’

To uncover Derus Robert’s secret, I gathered all my senses and focused on the battle of transcendents unfolding before my eyes.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

Glen Zigheart must have sensed something amiss about Derus Robert, yet he swung his sword without any particular reaction. It was as if he would crush whatever his enemy did.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!

Derus Robert was holding his ground against Glen Zigheart’s strikes, but the smile etched at the corner of his mouth grew heavier as he struggled increasingly.
Though he continued the battle with special techniques, it seemed he was reaching his limits.

‘I still have to find it.’

Without blinking once, I committed every movement of Derus Robert to memory.

‘His aura and swordsmanship are insufficient, so how is he blocking the power of a stronger opponent?… Hmm?’

As I continued observing Derus Robert, I noticed natural mana being drawn into his sword as if of its own accord. It was subtle, but unmistakably, natural mana was flowing toward Derus Robert.

‘Stone, trees, earth, space… Ah!’

Raon felt the surrounding flow shifting as it followed Derus Robert’s blade, and he clenched his fists.

‘I understand!’

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Clang!

Derus Robert barely managed to block Glen Zigheart’s Spear Palace Sword before retreating.

“It seems I’m still not ready for this.”

He muttered that it wouldn’t be easy, his gaze fixed on the Holy Sword Sarcanta, whose blade trembled as if it might shatter.

“The reputation of Sword Master Glen Zigheart remains as formidable as ever.”

Derus bowed respectfully, genuinely impressed. Despite having abandoned the Robert Family, his aristocratic bearing seemed even more pronounced than before.

Crackle!

Glen ignored Derus and brought the Divine Heavenly Sword crashing down. The crimson lightning summoned by his blade descended upon Derus’s head.

Boom!

As Derus twisted the Holy Sword upward, azure light flickered brilliantly, meeting the lightning Glen had unleashed. An enormous wave of force rippled outward, scattering bolts of lightning and aura fragments in all directions.
The sheer power of the collision created fissures that spread across the battlefield.

“I’ve cast quite a large shadow.”

Derus summoned his Heart Sword while concealed within the cracks born from the collision of lightning and aura, thrusting it toward Glen’s throat.

“Hmph!”

Glen, as if he understood all of Derus’s intentions, summoned the Heart Sword honed by his soul.

Zzzzzzzzzt!

Derus Robert’s heart sword wasn’t cutting through mine—it was clinging to it like sticky resin, attempting to drain its power.

“How crude.”

As Glen Zigheart’s brow furrowed, his heart sword, infused with wrathful intent, tore through Derus Robert’s blade with brutal force.

“Cough!”

Derus Robert spat blood for the first time and staggered backward.

“You truly are different.”

He wiped the blood trickling from his lips with the back of his hand, his mouth curling into a thin smile.

“Let us end this here for today.”

Derus Robert lowered his holy sword and waved his hand lightly.

“You haven’t lost a single soul on your side, after all.”

He gestured toward Archangel Ramiel’s corpse, suggesting he had suffered the greater loss.

“No. I won’t let you escape today.”

Glen Zigheart’s eyes blazed with cold determination as he leveled his heart sword at Derus Robert, resolved to end this here and now.

“Unfortunately, that won’t be possible.”

Derus Robert snapped his fingers, and brilliant white light descended around him like temple pillars, radiating sacred power. It was Archangel Raphael’s divine force.

“If you attempt to kill me, you will no longer be able to remain on this land either.”

Derus Robert smiled gently, as if asking whether Glen Zigheart was prepared for such a cost.

“Without you, who on this earth could stand against the Heavenly Demon? Who could break the wings of the Archangels?”

He lowered his hand, urging Glen Zigheart to think not of the present, but of the future.

“If you still wish to fight, then by all means, wield that sword as you see fit. I will accept whatever choice you make.”

Derus Robert spread his arms wide, as if deliberately provoking Glen Zigheart.

“You really are….”

Glen Zigheart glared at Derus Robert with cold, irritated eyes.

“Of course, I’m not suggesting I’ll simply flee. The reason I came all this way today is….”

Derus Robert smiled faintly and raised a finger, pointing it at Glen Zigheart.

“To declare war on the Five Emperors.”

With those words of declaration, he lifted his chin with quiet resolve.

“Declare war?”

Glen Zigheart furrowed his brow as he regarded Derus Robert.

“In one year and one month, in the trading city of Camelrun, I intend to witness the end of the Five Emperors Three Demons—no, the Five Emperors’ long struggle.”

Derus Robert curled his lips upward, proposing to begin a war that would determine the master of this world in Camelrun, the trading city at the heart of the Continent.

“Do you mean that sincerely?”

Glen Zigheart’s gaze flickered turbulently, as if attempting to discern Derus Robert’s true intentions.

“Of course I do. Everything will be decided that day.”

Derus Robert gazed at the fractured sky, tilting his chin as if reading the very threads of fate itself.

“Since this is a declaration of war, I will not hear your objections.”

He clenched his fist, resolute that the war would commence in Camelrun after one year and one month had passed, without exception.

“If you have no intention of killing me now, then I shall see you again on that day.”

Derus Robert opened his chest wide, as if inviting Glen Zigheart to use his Holy Sword if he dared.

“You cannot. If you sever my soul, which is protected by the Archangel, you too will be unable to remain in this land.”

He smiled knowingly, as if fully aware of the situation.

“Then I shall see you in Camelrun on that day.”

Derus Robert muttered that he looked forward to the beginning of war, then lowered his chin.

“Ah, I shall take that friend’s corpse with me. A funeral must still be held, after all.”

As he gestured with his hand, the body of Archangel Ramiel, burning in the flames, rose gently into the air.

“Pitiful and foolish….”

It was just as Derus Robert was about to embrace Ramiel’s corpse with a faint, mocking smile.

Whoooosh!

A crimson blade erupted from the void, driving Ramiel back down into the earth.

Normally, only Glen Zigheart could pierce through Derus Robert’s will and break his resolve at this moment.
But now Glen Zigheart stood quietly, his Holy Sword lowered, lost in thought.

“How dare you….”

Derus Robert’s gaze left Glen Zigheart and shot sharply toward the ground. For the first time since arriving here, he seemed flustered, his words crude.

“This one is my spoils of war.”

Raon stood trampling over Ramiel’s corpse, his chin raised in arrogant defiance.

“Do not dare lay your hands on him.”

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